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 I was sitting in the living room with Eric and my dad. Eric had just come home from the Army and he had a radar detector to put in the car. We were watching Simon & Simon on TV, and Rick Simon was in his truck chasing somebody around down this highway, or somebody was chasing him; in one part while he was chasing or being chased, there was like a big tire in front of the screen, and I wondered what they were showing that for. But then I saw that Rick Simon was driving off to the side, so I thought, "Okay, the camera's in the right place; they're just behind a semi and you can't see him very well." I held up the radar detector for some reason; I think I held it up to the screen, and it started going off with high-pitched, rapid beeps. I started laughing because I thought that was funny.
I was drinking some tomato juice but I spilled some and it got in my armpit. I was like, "Oh, yuck," so I went to the bathroom to wash it off. The phone started ringing; now Ma was home, so she picked it up, and I heard her say it was Mya. But I had to wash the tomato juice out of my armpit! So I was in the bathroom doing this and either Ma or Eric gave me the phone and I said, "Hello?"
Mya said, "Hi, it's me, Mya," and we started talking with each other. I wasn't mad at her or anything. And we kept talking and talking...I can't remember what we were talking about, but it was likely all kinds of stupid things. I think this is maybe when I went to the classroom in my "You'll Never Win A Spelling Bee" dream, while I was talking to Mya, because I think all of a sudden she was in the classroom with me during the spelling bee.
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