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11-22-2007, 06:24 AM
After a long period of inadequate dreaming (or poor recovery of dreaming) I have begun again to remember dreams. Last night two categories: The Dumb Idea that only gradually becomes clear to the dreamer as having placed him in horrible jeopardy or done irreversible harm, and the Famous Person in commonplace interaction.
1. I dreamed that I had agreed to participate in a murder with someone, a highly charismatic but soulless person (the kind of person that Andy Garcia plays). It seemed like a surefire way if getting a lot of money. We'd visit his house, he thinking we were friends, and I'd shoot him. I started getting cold feet the closer we came to the house where he lived. My comrade was unsympathetic about my fears and scruples. I began to think that if I did shoot the victim, my friend would really have very little reason not to shoot me, and keep all the loot; even if he acceded to my wish to pull out, the best thing for him to do would be to shoot me because I knew the plan. I woke up when this all became horribly clear.
2. I was having elaborate dentistry done by a highly skilled progressive dentist -- nothing he did hurt, indeed couldn't even be felt. In the chair next to me (like barber chairs) another dentist was working on Jack Nicholson, His teeth were quite poor (you could see these discolored teeth ringed with gold, part of a partial plate) and he said it was the fault of New York doctors he'd seen. "All they know is drill, drill, drill!"
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1. I dreamed that I had agreed to participate in a murder with someone, a highly charismatic but soulless person (the kind of person that Andy Garcia plays). It seemed like a surefire way if getting a lot of money. We'd visit his house, he thinking we were friends, and I'd shoot him. I started getting cold feet the closer we came to the house where he lived. My comrade was unsympathetic about my fears and scruples. I began to think that if I did shoot the victim, my friend would really have very little reason not to shoot me, and keep all the loot; even if he acceded to my wish to pull out, the best thing for him to do would be to shoot me because I knew the plan. I woke up when this all became horribly clear.
2. I was having elaborate dentistry done by a highly skilled progressive dentist -- nothing he did hurt, indeed couldn't even be felt. In the chair next to me (like barber chairs) another dentist was working on Jack Nicholson, His teeth were quite poor (you could see these discolored teeth ringed with gold, part of a partial plate) and he said it was the fault of New York doctors he'd seen. "All they know is drill, drill, drill!"
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