; Dreams

Just your basic dream journal. I will attempt to record all of my dreams here, no matter how mundane or humiliating they may be.
Keep in mind, I wake up and crawl to the computer and write these before coffee, tea or anything so yeah, they're a mess. Enjoy.

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

I'm shooting video of my friends Scott and Lori's wedding. In the dream Lori barely knows me but I am hired as a friend. I plan my shots and I get ready. The wedding starts and durring her precession my camera work is a herky jerky mess. She stops halfway to the front of the church and her and Scott are singing to some prerecorded music, a fast passed Cab Calloway type tune. Actually, she's singing and Scott's lip syncing his part. I'm fighting with some kid who stands right in front of my camera. I move him over but he keeps moving back. I shove him and he still won't stay out from in front of my camera. About that time I realize the camera's not recording. I hit record and it only stays on for a minute. I have no idea what's wrong. I wake up.
After waking up, it occurs to me that I should've stayed in the dream and said "Cut. Okay, that was great, let's get a second take. I want more emotion this time."

Last night I dreamt I lived in a nice house. I heard a noise in my back yard and three young black girls were playing back there. One of them was climbing a tree that grew right up along the house. I scared her by saying hello from the second story window when she'd climbed almost that high. She got over it, said hello back and then found a birds nest. She plucked it from where it sat.
"Don't Do That!" I told her firmly. "Put it back so the mama bird can hatch her babies."
The eggs in the nest were all different shapes and colors. The girl did not want to put it back. I took it from her, set it back, and escourted her out of the yard. THe other two girls seemed to cease to exist.
As soon as I went in my house I saw her sneaking back into the yard. I ran to a side door and cut her off. "What are you doing?"
"That Mama bird don't know what she's doing.
"You have to get out of here." I told her, and I shoved her. I don't remember much beyond this. I felt bad that I shoved the girl.


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