Another Dream

DREAM THIS MORNING:

Can't remember/don't feel like recalling all of it...

Do remember being at a party, sitting in the grass chatting with Harvey Peacock. He seemed excited by the attention of my friend and I. We were scooting down on our behinds in the grass to get a better look at his large rodeo posters on tagboard and suddenly realized we nearly about to drop off a cliff. He seemed unaffected but we quickly backtracked. I don't know how we didn't notice, but it seemed there were very few areas to stand as water was encroaching upon our space. It was flooding like a wetland. But the water was severly impenetrable. Had like a deadly, permanent feel to it. It became an obstacle course to "get back." There were large areas, loose, rugged areas to climb; sandy hilly area, rocks, stumps, steep embankements. I forged ahead and kinda skimmed over the top. The other two stay behind. I flapped my arms and floated a bit. I wasn't scared because I held a rope which I'd wrapped around a pole below so I knew I wouldn't fly away. I flapped and flapped high into the sky. Marypat oversaw it. I flapped all the way over to my friend, lowered the rope to her, and then raised her into the sky, pulled her over and past the muck and then lowered her down. Then back for Harvey.

He had a speech to give at the school. He wheeled up in his wheelchair. But then made some blunt remark and left, opting for a ride on the rope which he felt to be more interesting than the dumb speech. I was horrified and when he wheeled back to me standing at the door way, encourged him to go back. Afterall, we can do this later!

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I am in a large, lovely, luxurious, bathtub (almost jacuzzi) alone with myself. Running the bath. With bubbles. I love the privacy and can't wait.

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It is Halloween time and there are many people around in the big, luxiourious home. There is more to this scene, but I can't remember now. There is a girl there that I am threatening. Oh yes. She pees on the hardwood floor, right in the middle of the kitchen behind a separating wall. The girls on the white couch just beyond the wall jump up and come over. I expect them to be disgusted and horrified at her bazarre behavior, but actually they simply grab a dustpan and garbage can and start cleaning it up (she's still peeing) and casually ask her why she didn't just use the restroom. I am shocked at their generosity. ...I seem to be able to evaporate and materialize in different parts of the house. Like a ghost. I like that control.