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In a way I was unwinding this morning, repeatedly. My mind would start at one place, in something of a hostile internal environment, with memories of being attacked in various ways, then it would go around a corner (still inside my mind) and look at the same scene again, from an entirely different vantage. "//. ././ /.//// .../. .//.. ..// ./. //.. ../ /./ ../ /... /. ./. ./ Read a little bit into each other, /. ..// .../ //. .///.. //./ ./. ///. ..// /../ /../ ..// ./.. // ..," a whisper voice suggested. "// .../ ..// ..///. //./ .... /.//./ ..// ../. //.. /// ... ./. ./ .. I'm getting married tomorrow, ../. /../ /... .// /. ./ // .. ./.// ...///. .// .//./ /.... //. ./.. /," a second whisper voice said, mystifying me so much, I had to get up. I got up and looked at the note card I'd been writing on at various times during the night, and read, "Platter Problem: Ask something different. Ask something wrong." |
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Two Nights Ago: (Dream) No matter how many times IBM creates a conscious brain, it always winds up smoking a cigar with a fat lady. (Fin) (Dream) When the girl I've just met comes around to the side of the partition where I'm standing, I stand too close as she examines something, and she pushes me back. I realize now she comes from a large family, and my standing just next to her, she sees as an act of aggression. (Fin) |
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Roughly Five Nights Ago: (Dream) It happens so fast. I spend four nights with a girl I've never seen before. (Fin) (Dream) Our building, here in a seaside town in Greece, has at least three levels, and when I arrange a get-together with a few of my friends, see they're under different tents. I go to one place, some are there, some are not there. I go to another café, some were there and now they've gone someplace else. It's an impossible collection. The final place I go is to a combination café / magazine shop, and don't think the place is worthy of me or anyone else. I make a quick tour and exit. (Fin) |
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Roughly Eight Nights Ago: (Dream) Spotting taxi 1010 down in the garage at Cambridge Yellow Cab, I'm a little mystified how old-fashioned it is. It just doesn't ring any bells, though the night driver is familiar to me. He offers to give me a ride back across the parking lot, back up to the upper level, and I hop on board in the driver's seat, which is actually the back seat. I'm taking my two dogs and two bunny rabbits for a stroll, and as soon as I get in front of the Walgreen's Drug Store, a security guard races out to give me a ticket ... for walking my animals. "How am I supposed to get my animals past here?" I ask him, and he's totally unsympathetic. We're awfully close to the freeway, and have to make sure the animals stay lined up in a single file while this ticket business is going on. Just as a friend of mine steps forward and handles the security officer, subtly persuading him to leave me alone, I lose track of the animals and have to retrace my steps. Four or five houses back, they've been captured in a chicken farm, or something. I call to the dogs in the melee, and they come over to the fence, where I release them. The rabbits are lost, because they'll never respond to a call. (Fin) |
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There are many paths my mind can take, and I close them down as quickly as they pop up. I'm not excursions all over the place! I'm a human being. |
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