And dreaming of Beren as a homeless college student, with an entire troupe of theater students (all men playing all women's roles) looking for donations for him.
I was looking for set chairs in a dining hall that had tons of dark wooden charis but no two the same
My parents are there. And other people are trying to find the janitor.
"He's notoriously hard to find," I tell them.
I look out the window, and the sun is rising. This is odd because a few moments ago it was daytime. We rush to the window, and then outside. The sun is huge. It zooms across the sky, back and forth along its normal path. Electrical wires spark and fall.
Then I know, the sun is going to explode.
(The elements from my life that have manifested themselves: I have a set to design and this has filled my dreams for a few nights, the sun racing back and forth is from a video of a van beloinging to a man who turned up at the Ontario Parliament, right close to here. He drove his van back and forth before setting himself on fire. The sun exploding is from a story that I edited on Wednesday (not mine; was in a class))
I have the oddest dreams- don't get me started on the Slices of Frog dream.
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Okay, now you have to tell the slices of frog dream.
Last weekend I was waiting for delivery guys to show up with my new fridge. I can't hear the doorbell from upstairs, where I'm usually hanging out (I basically don't use my downstairs for anything, except for the kitchen), so I was camped out on the couch reading, waiting for them to show up. I dozed off, and had a dream in which I was dead. My body was lying there on the couch, just as it was in real life, but my incorporeal self was standing at the foot of the couch. My body was found, and I discovered through trial and error that I was able to communicate to some degree with the living. Different people were more sensitive than others, but as I practiced I became better and better at appearing and communicating with people, until even those who weren't particularly sensitive could see me. I was also working on learning how to move physical matter. This was much harder than communicating, and while I was making some progress I still wasn't very good at it. I started to realize that the reason that I was able to interact with people and all that was because none of it was real at all--all of it was an illusion of my own creation that I was immersed in. I told this to somebody, and they said "Yeah, we were wondering when you'd figure that out. None of this is real." Anyway, a little later in the dream I heard a doorbell ring. I assumed that it was more people coming to pay their respects to my body, but nobody got up to open the door and let them in. Finally I turned to my dad and said "Well I'm dead, so I can't get that! Would you get it?" He said "Oh, that's not in the dream, that's in waking life." Surprised, I said "Oh, I'm dreaming? Huh!" and woke up, to find the fridge delivery guys on my doorstep.
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