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Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Very, very, very strange dream.
(I know one of you might get upset at the subject of dreams. If you [and I hope you know who you are] think that you might get upset, please don't read this. Getting you upset is the last thing I want to do.)





The earliest that I can remember of the dream is me on my bike. I'm apparantly starting out at my house, and I'm following Sara, who's in a van for some reason.

I'm following her to the lakes. My lakes, not her lakes. Now, it is about two hours to the lakes from my house, and I pedled my bike all the way there. I think I stop once at a gas station to fill up my bike, and I think I wrecked going uphill, but other than that, I was fine. I wasn't even tired when I got there.

As soon as I get there, a friend of mine from pre-school shows up. I'm not surprised he's at the lakes, as he goes up there during the summer too, I'm surprised he's on the cottage side- he lives on the trailor side.

We ask Sara's dad (well, I assume it was Sara's dad) where Sara is, and he tells us that she's asleep.

We say all right, and all of a sudden we're in her house. All three of us. So, I tell my friend to go as quietly as possible so as not to wake Sara up, when of course he sprints through the room yelling at the top of his lungs. I tiptoe out, smacking my forhead.

It gets blurry after that, but I think I woke up right before she came out of her house to see us.


The only other part of that dream I can remember is that for some reason, I felt like I had to see Sara. It seemed like everything would make sense about that once I saw her, and when I realized that I was going to wake up before I could, I felt a strong sense of failure.


My analysys- I'm not eating enough Mayonaisse.
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