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Two Dreams

Note: it is believed by many that posting about your dreams on your blog is boring and passe. Let's shake our heads indulgently and pretend I don't know any better, shall we?

Dream 1: In the midst of a complex and ever-evolving plot boasting a cast of dozens, I realize that I've been shot in the shoulder. The perpetrators are long gone, but we're all certain that it's an accident; no hard feelings, right? I am very tough as I climb into the back of the minivan, which is piloted by a co-worker. My only concern is that the seatbelt will dig into my wound. We have several errands to do, and I insist that we get those out of the way first, before going to the hospital. After all, we will probably have a long wait in the emergency room, and the stores will be closed by the time I'm patched up. Our first stop is a movie theater, but we are not there to watch a movie. I wake up thinking, "I don't want to be any bother."

Dream 2: I am back at school (a nebulous dream school, not my real school). I am planning to start my own business at the school, one of those ghost tours, based on local tales drawn from various parts of my past, like the smoking ghost from the high school gym and the woman in the bathtub from freshman year of college. I will wear a tuxedo to give the tours, and I have planned a little dance to do at the end, with a special bow. I will take my tours around in a miniature car to which I plan to add a second level, like a teeny tiny makeshift version of a double-decker bus. I am walking around the school at night, planning out my route. I come to a dark, hilly area that I know from having gone to the school before, but I also know that it's changed and I have to be careful. There are cliffs in this area and because the landscape has shifted, I could fall and hurt myself. I lie on my stomach on the wet, cold, grass, my feet dangling over a precipice, trying to figure out how far the drop is. I wake up thinking, "How am I going to get the tiny car over this terrain?"