Spaghetti Dinner Boots

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26 august 2010

At the home of my Father and step mother who are no-longer married, I was sitting at the supper table waiting to eat.

As I looked around, I saw what we were having.

I think it was a version of Chicken spaghetti. Bu the sauce has way too much velveeta cheese in it. It looked more yellow than red.

As my step mother was still cooking it, I saw that the pan she was cooking in was actually a room in the house. She was walking through the spaghetti sauce with boots on, as if she were walking through snowy slush.

This is pretty much all I remember excepth there was a baby there in a high chair waiting in anticipation of eating. I on the other hand was not. I was only going to eat the slop to be gracious.

Dead Friend Bus Ride, and Flying

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18 August 2010

Note: Keith was a bricklayer/mentor friend with whom I had worked several years. He passed on a few years ago.

I was in the back of a bus. I think it was a school bus. Another passenger was sitting beside me. As I looked out the window, I saw it was very snowy. The bus moved through a urban area. Then I saw some buildings that looked familiar so I said to the person beside me as I pointed, “I laid bricks on those buildings over there. Then, I saw among some snow banks, Keith was standing there, trowel in hand, with some other masons. He was on a job. He couldn’t see me. I waved, and tapped on the window. He and some others looked up, and I waved harder. They didn’t notice.

Then I was in the back of a stationwagon. The very back; behind the back seat. It was pretty large space… anyway, I noticed a lot of military stuff back there. I picked up a metal box, and opened it. In side were some papers I rifled through, and at the bottom was a m-16 round. It was much shorter than a real m-16 round but that’s what I thought it was.

I was going to steal it. So I said to a person beside me as I thought better of it, that I’d put it back. As I went to put it back, it slipped from my hand falling behind the seatback standing in front of me. I searched and searched, but couldn’t find itl

I dreamed I was flying again. I had good control it this time. I was demonstrating to someone and noted how cool it was to fly in a dream when realizing “it was a dream”. At this moment, however, I was not lucid dreaming. Rats… I still flew well, however. I flapped my arms and was on a rooftop, as well as up onto the branch of a tree.

Then I was at a kind of mass transit terminal. The building was a maze of eating establishments. Each “gate” had its own restaurant, so I realized I had about 6 dollars and, and I was almost home, so I was looking for my “gate” where I’d get something to eat.

If I ever found the gate, I'm not sure.

This is all I remember of this dream.