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Dream 8-3-08
08/05/2008 01:24 a.m.

So I dreamed that I was being shown around a campus library, by the librarian, but I was aware that I wasn't the student. It was just the librarian who thought I was the student. So I let her show me. The library itself had a very interesting layout, curves and different levels that weren't really like floors at all. Then, Steven (my 17 year old son) and I were hurrying through some corridors, and I wasn't sure where I was. Then, it occured to me that I was in the huge dormitory of the college that Steven was going to be attending, and we were in a hurry to find Steven's room because there was an assembly of some sort he had to attend soon.

Then that dream ended...well....transitioned is more like it....to a big huge hotel where I was attending a reunion of sorts. It wasn't exactly a class reunion, but it had that sort of feel to it. It was a long event, and Jeremiah was with me but had disappeared around day 4 and I didn't know where he'd got off to. In the meantime, there was a really good looking guy there who'd taken to staring at me. He knew me, but apparently I didn't remember him. At one point, as a group we all watched a movie, and the handsome guy got a little friendly with me, putting his arm around me. And then, for some reason, the next day, I went for a walk, and when I got back, I bent over to accomplish a stretch to my toes, and I was AMAZED at how limber I was. And when I looked up, Mr. Handsome was watching me, and I got the silly feeling I had impressed him. Pretty soon, he came up to me and asked if I'd like to go to coffee the next day. For just a minute, I wondered what I would tell Jeremiah, and then I told myself, "oh for heaven's sake, it's only coffee, and that's exactly what you're going to tell Jeremiah - if and when you see him again."

And then the dream ended.

Don't have any idea what it all might mean, if anything...just wanted it recorded. Trying to keep track of my dreams.

I am currently: ill
Listening to: the clock tick-tock toward supper

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