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04:03:2002 Entry: "DREAM"
DREAM
I remember finding a houseplant that was stored up high in a corner atop a dresser in a basement room in my house, which actually looked like the basement room I lived in at my parent's house the last year I lived with them. I was glad to find another plant to add to my collection, although it escapes me now that I'm awake what kind of plant it was. I picked it up to move it, and found yet another plant behind it, an arrowhead vine, but it was mostly dried up.
I was with my parents and going to a nice restaurant with them. The waitress seated us at a table on the 2nd floor where we were alone. I remember asking my parents if they could remember if we ordered something on the menu once before...tea or something. They couldn't remember. It was snowing outside and my dad started messing with something outside, like doing home or car maintenance. He was lying on the ground, fiddling with something near the sidewalk. You know how in a dream you can be two places at once, i.e., inside a restaurant and outside on the sidewalk at the same time? This is what it was like. I was really embarrassed that my dad would do that before the waitress came to take our orders. My mom and I apologized for my dad to the waitress. Then the waitress handed me what appeared to be a menu, but it was like a book of architectural detail of old homes. It had that "pop out" quality to it, where the images in the book were constructed out of paper that folded out into a three-dimensional form when you opened to that page. It was rather fascinating. Then it degenerated when the book on architecture turned into a receptacle of email. I remember reading one from some guy wishing me a happy birthday (it's not my birthday) with a bunch of "oooh baby" and "ur gonna have a hot time". It was just moronic.
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Such books are really nice, have seen books for children (and me ;o) with houses and animals and such that pops up when you turn the pages.
And your dad, on the sidewalk.. ;o]
Posted by Nico @ 04/04/2002 04:49 PM CST