6. F. It is amazing how one can calm down from day to day.
5. SE. I stop and try to just look at myself
4. F. Stopping much later. Thanks to some friends I have made a quck recovery from yesterday when I picked up negative energy early in the day and could not shake it all day.
3. Gr. ……Amen!
2. TGT. Big rains last night and this morning was an aftermath. It was warmish, foggy and smelled like wet dog. It was also was immensely beautiful.
1. Wow, three hundred.
I remember two dreams about communication at the end of a long night’s sleep although they have been slipping waiting for the computer to boot. It is clear my imagination has been creative. I considered not publishing these because there is a chance someone will jump to the wrong conclusions. You will be wrong if you do that. These are messages of communication and miscommunication.
In the first I was a mother with a baby and we were being visited by a good friend who was admiring the baby. All the time there was a bald-headed man reading a newspaper in a winged-back chair in the foreground who was pretending to read but obviously listening. My friend said she wanted to give the baby a gift. The baby was playing with a plastic snail. The friend gave the baby a set of snails, each with a diamond in it. I said it was beautiful all the time thinking this was a terribble gift for a baby who might swallow a diamond not to mention the gift would not weather well. The set of snails turned into a gold covered, diamond encrusted, book cover. The baby, of course, was delighted and was holding the book as if reading it. I was trying to find a tactful way to get the book from the baby with out hurting my friend’s feelings. I tried to hurry my firend so I could replace the book with a more appropriate toy. My friend said to the bald-headed man “Look the baby is reading the book just like ———”. He put down the newspaper and smiled and said “That was the first time someone has included me in the conversation”. My friend smiled baclk and gently said: “Next time maybe you’ll talk too”.
The second dream I was with my wife although I do not remember whether I knew it at the time. There may have been suspicions that it was my wife. The person was not me but had a new avatar look to his face. My wife was a blobbish pile of plasm and making a terrible high-piitched squealing noise like a sea creature pulled out of the sea. Since we were sitting by the sea, I pushed it in with my foot. A friend came by just as the splash subsided and I asked what he thought of that. He said that my wife probably had some regrets and was trying to tell me she was sorry. I was aghast and dove into the sea a number of times to look for her but she was gone. (The next is commentary from the dream in the third person, as if I was telling someone:) Some years later I was in Boston and walked by the North Church. There was a wedding party leaving the church and I realized the bride was my ex-wife. She was as tall, slim and beautiful and radiant as the day I married her. I managed a smile and congratulated the couple as gracefully as I could muster. My ex-wife did not notice my discomfort and thought I had come on purpose and was delighted at my gesture of good will. We talked a bit and they invited me to the reception but I woke up instead.
