This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.
The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.
In one dream I went into this big schoolroom, like the art room at the college--and looked through magazines, I believe--they were like National Geographic. I looked through all the ones that had covers, because I was putting them in some kind of order. I had some more to do but all the ones on the bottom had no covers on them, so I couldn't use them. I was looking for a certain magazine. I needed a magazine for some reason, though I'm not sure why. I looked and saw the one I wanted on a table and started walking toward it, but I turned my head and when I turned back, it was gone! I tried to reach the table but there were some wooden bars blocking my way and I couldn't reach it. So, I turned around--and now saw the magazine sitting in another spot! I went toward it again but there were more wooden bars blocking my way, and it was gone again when I got there, too!
Now I started to get mad. I saw somebody working on some kind of art project--and he had my magazine and it was all covered with paint!! I went over to him and said, "You know, I need that mag."
"Well, it's a certain size," he said; he was using it to cover something because the size was just right. *sigh*
So I went back to the magazine stacks on the right side of the room and started looking around again. I finally found a couple. The first was like some kind of kids' coloring magazine, and I remember I was going to take it to him and say, "Here! Destroy THIS!" or something like that. But then I found an Entertainment Weekly and couldn't make up my mind which one I should give to him. So I went back to him with both of them, though I don't remember if I got my magazine back or not. o_o
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