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[squeequeg]

Last night I dreamed I achieved enlightenment in a train station.

Apparently enlightenment makes you all floaty.

It's still an improvement over my Atlanta Nights dream of earlier this week.

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[cincodemaygirl.livejournal.com]

I dreamed that my parents got me a puppy and I named it Snoopy. ?!?!?

[cute-fuzzy-evil.livejournal.com]

Better than mine.

I dreamed that Njord belonged to our neighbors, and that when one walked by their house, he would either jump on you like a big, friendly, untrained golden retriever, or actually turn into one and do the same. The only way to prevent this was to spray oneself with a special spray that made him uninterested in you, and it didn't always work, so that walking by the neighbors' house had become something of an adventure.

The part of the dream where I was jumped on by Njord acting like a spastic dog was very surreal. Damn you, non-working dream anti-Njord spray...

[kmunson779.livejournal.com]

I had a wake-up-crying dream last night which (probably thankfully) I don't remember much of -- Something about one of the current rotation students in my lab dressed in a beautiful flowy gold velvet gown with floor-length bell sleeves and me accidentally crushing a little old wise man/alien and being really sad about it.

For me, it's been a week for vivid quickly-forgotten dreams.

Oh, and this week I learned that taking Day-Quil when you only have a headache and can't find your ibuprofen also makes you really floaty, unfortunate when you're in a rehearsal and trying to sightread difficult music.

You know, there was a beautful full moon night before last. That's probably causing the funky dreams. My friend's mother is a psychologist and her patients always went extra batty when the moon was full.

[2h2o.livejournal.com]

Funny, I dreamt about a tiger-sized pet raccoon with rectangular red plastic headlights for eyes. It greeted people by licking their ears. When I met it, it was standing on a table in the courtyard of an expensive restaurant.

[sal-sal.livejournal.com]

Apparently, last night I talked in my sleep. A lot.

But the only thing I remember was needing to eat in the dream, even though I wasn't hungry. You know how mom would store chili in glass jars for leftovers? I had a dream that I opened one and started trying to drink the chili, meat and beans and all. After I drank/ate some, I had it all over my face and felt absolutely disgusted with myself. Fabulous.