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 this dream it's like there were shelves or something above the head of my bed, and there were lots of things stacked on them, like cloth and such. I don't know; I think I was a Gypsy or something. I was trying to climb up this mass of colored cloth and stuff and I nearly fell at one point. I think I might have been one of my fictional characters. Maybe I was Esmeralda from Disney's The Hunchback Of Notre Dame? I can't be sure.
While I was doing this, it's like I was looking out my window. I was wearing some kind of underwear and in the crotch of them they had some kind of writing. o_o; The writing was in brown, and for some reason I had the feeling that these underwear were either supposed to smell good or they were supposed to be flavored. I don't know...it was really weird. I was just pulling them around trying to see what they said. ^_^; While I was doing this, it seemed there was another guy with me, an older man, who was urging me on.
I also had a whole bunch of different shades of brown-colored pencils. And I seemed to be reading something in a book of mine, The Spellkey Trilogy by Ann Downer; somebody in the book--myself as a Gypsy, or someone else--was riding a horse called Maud, I think. This confused me, because in the book in real life, the person is riding a horse called Motley, not Maud.
This dream may have or may have not been related to/shifted into "Crazy Circles."