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To: Ilaine who wrote (52804)	7/1/2000 9:33:10 AM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

Neat dream!!! Wonderfully poetic.<br> What do you think is threatening you, either in the physical world or in the psychic one? <br> I'm waiting for Freddy to say something about your Godfather connections. EDIT! OH NO!! THERE's A BR!!!!

To: Ilaine who wrote (52804)	7/1/2000 10:26:19 AM
From: Crocodile	Respond to of 71178

Yes, I like this dream too... It is a dream of power... of empowerment.. Interesting how something was trying to cover you...the dark cloth... and how you threw it off and then tore away a "mask"... It seems to me to be a dream of looking for truth...fighting against secrets being covered up... refusing to be stifled... I wonder if I will have such a dream soon...

To: Ilaine who wrote (52804)	7/1/2000 10:51:51 AM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

I had two funny dreams last night... I actually awoke to my own laughter this morning And I continued to laugh so hard that I could barely breathe... I think you might find these somewhat...amusing... In the first dream, I had gone to an artist's workshop weekend. The course that I was taking was on puppet-making. People were allowed to choose their own materials Out of which to build their puppets. Most of the people were carving their puppets out of wood... Some were using a modelling clay like FIMO, But I was working with something brown and sticky...hmmm.... The instructor came up to me and it was my favourite art teacher from high school. He asked me what the material was that I was working with. I said, "Human sht". He raised his eyebrows a little and tilted his head in a way that he would do when he wanted you to go on and speak. I said, "It's OK. I've been told that it's "treated" and that it isn't dangerous anymore." He then stood and watched me for awhile... to see what kind of puppets I was making. I had already made 2 and was working on the 3rd one. They were large, anthropomorphic-featured shits... kind of like the California Raisins. He asked me why I was making them and I replied, "They're for a show that I'll be putting on this week." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dream moves on into its next incarnation.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm in a large room in a 3-story building that seems like a hospital or an institutional building such as a senior citizens' complex. I am trying to get some information and am trying to "call out" of the phone system by dialing '9'. However, I seem to keep getting someone at a switchboard in the building. I am getting frustrated by this, so after repeated attempts to call out, the next time I get the switchboard operator, I say, "Look, can you get me through to some outside number where I can ask an expert in the field just how much human waste it requires to make people sick if it gets into their water supply?". There is silence on the other end of the phone and I suddenly realize that the intent of my phone call has been misunderstood. The operator begins questioning me about what room I am calling from. I put the phone receiver down very quietly, and then sneak out of the room and descend to the ground floor. As I'm walking by the reception desk, I can see and hear the operator speaking to a security person and someone from the administration department and she is saying, "I think there is a resident in the building who is intending to contaminate the water supply with human waste." I begin to laugh because she's got everything all wrong and I am stricken by how ridiculous it is when you are trying to "prevent" something from happening and instead, you turn into the "bad guy".... ~~~~~~~~~ As I said, I awoke to the sound of my own laughter and continued to laugh for another minute or so... having even wakened Mr. Croc who was regarding me with some curiosity from his side of the bed... Ah...dreams... gotta luv them...