Dream journal entry #2
03/21/2014 07:16 p.m.
These dreams were all jumbled together:

My wife Nancy hollered at me to stop the cat, so I raised my pitchfork and prepared to do battle. The cat seemed impressed as I slammed the pitchfork into the dirt right in front of her ...

I was in the library with Oscar, my son. The building was beautiful and huge, made from shiny brass pillars and massive sheets of glass. It was day time and light streamed through the giant windows. We were in the central corridor, its ceiling open to every floor (just like the central library in downtown Minneapolis). We needed to go upstairs to find "the book." Oscar was sure we'd be successful--he knew just what to do. But I knew it would be dangerous. We set out for the stairwell ...

We were outside on the loading dock, but I'm not sure who "we" entailed. The sky was blue and it was a beautiful day. There was some shade from the trees out back. We knew we had to stand our ground, but there was a question as to whether we were capable. Then the action started. And I woke up, not remembering what the action was all about, except there was a bunch of men and they were storming the loading dock.