8/4/05
Dream 1: I am getting ready to leave the doctor's office and walk home.
Words from the waking world: This is taking place in the town I grew up in. The doctor's office was a mile away and, since my mother didn't drive, it was not uncommon for us to walk to the doctor for routine visits.
As I am getting ready, the doctor indicates that he is done for the day and it would be no bother for him to drive me home.
We are in the car pulling into the doctor's driveway. His house is two blocks from my house and I wonder why he hasn't driven me all the way home as he offered. I am grateful that I only have to walk two blocks but at the same time curious as to why I didn't get dropped at home. The walk is questionable because the weather keeps changing between a cold fall rain and lush green summer.
As we pull into his driveway I am surprised by the condition of the house. Although not trashed, it is run down. Shingles are missing from the roof, the siding is rotted in several places, there are weeds in the yard and there are several cars in various states of disrepair in the driveway. I am surprised that a doctor wouldn't live in a better place.
Dream 2: I am with a couple of friends in the stands of a large outdoor stadium. The weather is pleasant. We are the only people in the stadium. The friends I am with keep changing.
We share different fruits that have been cut into bite sized pieces. There are no bowls or containers of any sort, these fruits just appear in someone's hand. They take a piece or two and pass the rest on to the others.
A man in overalls (a friend, but someone that I do not recognize in the waking world) stretches out across several of the benches to take a nap. In the pocket of his overalls he has a bunch of grapes that I would like to taste but I don't want to wake him to ask for them.
Very carefully, I slip my hand into his pocket and start removing the bunch of grapes. It is slow and painstaking because each grape in the bunch must be slid from the pocket individually while not removing it from the bunch.
The bunch is halfway out when the sleeping man stirs. I stop moving so that I don't wake him. In his sleep he grabs hold of my pinkie.
Without waking him - and now, without the use of my pinkie - I continue to remove the bunch of grapes from his pocket. When I finally get the bunch free, I look at the rest of my friends and they are all eating grapes from another bunch that one of the children in the group had been holding.
I eat a couple of grapes and realize that it was worth the effort. They taste wonderful.
Words from the waking world: This is taking place in the town I grew up in. The doctor's office was a mile away and, since my mother didn't drive, it was not uncommon for us to walk to the doctor for routine visits.
As I am getting ready, the doctor indicates that he is done for the day and it would be no bother for him to drive me home.
We are in the car pulling into the doctor's driveway. His house is two blocks from my house and I wonder why he hasn't driven me all the way home as he offered. I am grateful that I only have to walk two blocks but at the same time curious as to why I didn't get dropped at home. The walk is questionable because the weather keeps changing between a cold fall rain and lush green summer.
As we pull into his driveway I am surprised by the condition of the house. Although not trashed, it is run down. Shingles are missing from the roof, the siding is rotted in several places, there are weeds in the yard and there are several cars in various states of disrepair in the driveway. I am surprised that a doctor wouldn't live in a better place.
Dream 2: I am with a couple of friends in the stands of a large outdoor stadium. The weather is pleasant. We are the only people in the stadium. The friends I am with keep changing.
We share different fruits that have been cut into bite sized pieces. There are no bowls or containers of any sort, these fruits just appear in someone's hand. They take a piece or two and pass the rest on to the others.
A man in overalls (a friend, but someone that I do not recognize in the waking world) stretches out across several of the benches to take a nap. In the pocket of his overalls he has a bunch of grapes that I would like to taste but I don't want to wake him to ask for them.
Very carefully, I slip my hand into his pocket and start removing the bunch of grapes. It is slow and painstaking because each grape in the bunch must be slid from the pocket individually while not removing it from the bunch.
The bunch is halfway out when the sleeping man stirs. I stop moving so that I don't wake him. In his sleep he grabs hold of my pinkie.
Without waking him - and now, without the use of my pinkie - I continue to remove the bunch of grapes from his pocket. When I finally get the bunch free, I look at the rest of my friends and they are all eating grapes from another bunch that one of the children in the group had been holding.
I eat a couple of grapes and realize that it was worth the effort. They taste wonderful.
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