Sunday, June 01, 2003
They never know unless I write.
Dream: My mom is yelling at me. She's furious. I'm sitting and she is standing over me. Some how I realize that I am dreaming. I have some control. I yell back (or maybe just think), "So hit me!" She swings her arm back, but her blow only injures herself. After three of four attempts she disappears and I am alone. I try to maintain lucidity by spinning arround in circles, but I fall back into the dream when I think someone is watching me. It is my father. We go to the car and he starts driving. I ask him where we're going. He responds by pointing to something (like a map) and I know I'm going to school for the 6:30 to 8:30 review class. When I get there I hear two people talking about the workouts they just did, and then they open a refrigerator and show me a beautiful cake. I think, "That won't help anyone study." I go to a room. It is very elegant, with victorian style furnishings. I climb onto a huge, pink, square chair in the middle of the room. Someone puts a movie in.
Dream: My mom is yelling at me. She's furious. I'm sitting and she is standing over me. Some how I realize that I am dreaming. I have some control. I yell back (or maybe just think), "So hit me!" She swings her arm back, but her blow only injures herself. After three of four attempts she disappears and I am alone. I try to maintain lucidity by spinning arround in circles, but I fall back into the dream when I think someone is watching me. It is my father. We go to the car and he starts driving. I ask him where we're going. He responds by pointing to something (like a map) and I know I'm going to school for the 6:30 to 8:30 review class. When I get there I hear two people talking about the workouts they just did, and then they open a refrigerator and show me a beautiful cake. I think, "That won't help anyone study." I go to a room. It is very elegant, with victorian style furnishings. I climb onto a huge, pink, square chair in the middle of the room. Someone puts a movie in.
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