Dream 1
I produce/write a bird-themed newsletter. I am working on
the November/December issue and one of the articles I am writing is on Blue jay
DNA. In the article, I refer readers to the September/October issue. When I
include this, it occurs to me that although I wrote the September/October
issue, I forgot to publish it. I wonder if I should admit this to my boss or
whether I should just publish both issues at once.
Dream 2
I am in my old house holding a toddler who is not my child. As
I look out the back door, I see how crowded the back porch is with doll-related
toys like baby cribs and highchairs. It occurs to me that I never see this
toddler playing with these toys. I decide to get rid of them.
Dream 3
I am at what appears to be a wedding reception although I do
not know who got married. It’s in a nice setting but very informal with guests
seated in wicker chairs. Most people are heading towards the dance floor. I and
one older woman are the only two people seated. I realize that the other woman
is my former neighbor who has lost a leg due to health complications. I
approach her and we begin talking as we always did when we lived near each
other. I get the feeling that she is uncomfortable in the chair she is sitting
in and due to having only one leg cannot easily, if at all, maneuver to another
more comfortable chair if one is available. I don’t say this to her, but I
start scanning the room for a seating alternative. I don’t see anything, but
there’s a porch adjoining the hall we are in, so I head towards it. I run into
George Constanza from Seinfeld who starts flirting with me and I shamelessly
flirt back. With no luck finding a chair, I head back into the hall, and he
follows me. Other wedding guests are now occupying the hall and some tease us
about going off together to the porch. I tell them they’ve got it all wrong.
George starts to walk away from me and as he turns, I see that he has several
blades of wet grass stuck to the back of his jacket. I wonder who he's been
lying with on the lawn.
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