Dreams With Real People In Them

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I sat with this older rich woman at breakfast yesterday. I had to if I wanted breakfast, there was no other booths open, and she permitted me to sit with her because she was obviously occupying a whole booth alone. She was having Belgian waffles and bacon, and so I decided to have pancakes and bacon. The pancakes were thick and tasteless. The bacon was particularly crunchy and well done the way I like it. That bacon is what showed up in my dream.

The other real object that showed up in that same dream was about the CBS news anchorwoman Katie Couric. She was a guest on the David Letterman Show last night just before I went to sleep. Later on, I dreamed that me and Katie Couric got married.

We held hands while we were in a line in front of a judge's bench for the Judge to marry us, and he asked me for picture ID. I joyously reached in my back pocket to get my billfold, and it was gone. Oh, the angst! It turned out that wasn't a problem, because Ms. Couric was so well known the Judge waived my lack of an ID off and took her word for it that I was who I claimed to be. With a nod of his head and a wink of his eye he grandly pronounced us man and wife.

Later, at some celebratory dinner for the bride and groom, I became aware that my head was laying on the corner of the table looking up at and toward her. In the dream, I was munching on crisp bacon. She saw me eating it, giggled, and pushed some more bacon toward me as if she was feeding a dog at the table. I sorta think I would have wagged my tail if I'd had one.

Oddly, in the dream, I was very happy to be married again. That's not what I regularly tell myself when I realize that I live alone, and have for nearly thirty years. I've been married twice ere now. Each of my marriages lasted for around 7-8 years, more or less. Construction work had me traveling quite a bit. Keeping jobs that required travel may have been more deliberate than I was aware of consciously.

The other day while I was eating breakfast at the same place as usual, and my other brother stopped by my booth to sit and chat with me for a while. I had seen him earlier when I first got there, but he was involved in a meeting with a table full of outdoor types talking about keeping the local rivers clean. He is considered a "river master" and a leading authority on the nearby rivers and streams. He invited me again to learn to paddle a kayak, and come get involved, but I'm not interested.

Since he was sitting there in front of me, and had used me to express what he's intrigued by, I decided to use him to explore something personal about myself. He hates it when I use him the same way he uses me, but since I let him go first, he pretty much has to put up with me. Learning this ploy was a major event in my study of the Book of Changes.

I talked about my drinking habits, and how getting drunk has caused me marital problems in the past. Events he knows about simply because that sort of thing gets around in families. I use booze, mostly cheap red burgundy, to put some distance between me and people I don't particularly like to be around, which includes most people. I use pot for that purpose even more than likker, but it's been a while. Recuperating from getting high on pot is usually less painful than booze.

Later last night or rather early this morning, I dreamed that my youngest brother next door has four brown dogs instead of three. I mentioned it to him in the dream, and he told me that he figured that someone had got tired of one of the puppies he gave them, and they gave it back to him. That seemed weird because it's been a few years since that happened.

The male (mostly Spitz) dog they call Chokolat sired nine puppies via this brown (mostly razor-back) bitch I call Mama Dog. She has a given name, but I never remember it. He gave all the puppies but for two chocolate colored puppies away. He naymed the two dogs after their father. The male he called Chocky, and the female he called Lottie. They all come to my house for a visit almost every day. Lottie came over yesterday around dusk and stayed longer than usual begging to be petted. Something is wrong.

This dream I woke up to may have something to do with that rich widow I had breakfast with. I only point out that she's rich because that's how I sort of keep her at bay. She seems to get ideas about us getting together, and all I have to do to back her off is say that I'm merely interested in getting her money. I think many of the old men that flirt with her really are after her money. She has a goodly number of children and loads of grandchildren, and that's too much baggage for me.

I realize this entry is full of mixed metaphors and partial stories that have no real goal. That's how it is with writing down dreams. Most of my dreams are so phantasmagoric that they make no sense, and logical descriptions come hard. The fact that this last series of dreams contained something from my real life is unusual. Creating graven images of something that's not real isn't easy, and it's certainly not something to be respected by others. '-)

It took a long time for me to understand that writing is in truth nothing more than creating engraved images. It's simple enough to point out that the written word is literally nothing more than symbols engraved on a surface. Usually paper, but they are also carved in stone. Words written on computers are like castles built on silicon (sand).

People worship paintings of objects and images and icons in the same way as they worship stories. Stories themselves have no substance. Told with some decent amount of skill, they change people by changing their minds. Mind is speech. Speech is mind.

They don't worship spirits. They worship that which represents spirits. Told, but unwritten stories have no specific form. They depend on the receptivity of the audience. Spirits have no form either, but yield to temptation.

There seems to be some sort of world-wide sadness now in evidence in the ambient surroundings I pay attention to. I read recently on the internet of some satellite that's used to measure magnetic resonance. The data the researchers get from this satellite claims that logistic spikes occur with big emotional events happen.

The entire world became focused on what would happen after the 9/11 attack. Another spike recently happened when the tsunami struck Japan, and continued with the news about the nuclear power problems. Some pundits suggests these emotional spikes confirm that we're all connected, even if we don't consciously know it. I know it in my own experience consciously, but I gave up on trying to convince others as a failed policy. Knowing we're all one doesn't help anything or change the world toward a better end.

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