; 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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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Breaking Up over Smoking

I dreamt again that Bryna had gone back to smoking. At first just a cigarette here and there, then I saw her with a pack, but a slim sort of half sized pack. I told her she was back to smoking, that she was just stepping right back into being a full time pack a day smoker. She told me that she was fine, that she enjoyed having a cigaretter here and there. She seemed so non-challant about it all. She made for the door, so as to smoke in the backyard. I yelled, some sort of gutteral growl. I got a hold of myself. I practically begged, "Please. You can throw that pack out and start over right now." She wasn't interested. I implied that I couldn't stay with her if she kept smoking. She was not affected and accused me of threatening to break up with her over other trivial matters. I argued that this was not true.

My nephew Antonio, who hadn't been in the dream up til now came into our room and asked me what was wrong. I walked him to a second room and tucked him into bed. I told him everything was fine.

She went out back. Our back yard was gorgeous, lush and green. I could see her out there well because our second story bedroom had half walls and no cieling. It was more like a porch but it was fully furnished as a bedroom. I called my mom and I was really upset, sobbing and shaking. I felt like I had to leave Bryna but I didn't want to and I felt like our impending wedding made this more complicated. I looked up and there were white birds flying about and they looked very pretty against the black sky, but the site of them made me a little nervous.

I woke up alone in my bed. Bryna had fallen asleep on the couch. I went and woke her and asked her to come to bed with me. She did. It was a hard dream to shake.

Sunday, April 01, 2007


I dreamt I was in Tehran. At first it was Bryna and I visiting but then it was Jonathan and I there on some manner of business. Mostly though I walked around by myself and I really love walking around by myself in a strange city.

The room we were staying in was on the second floor and had window that hung out over the sidewalk, like a bay window, and the floor of the window was glass so you could look through it and watch people going by. The owner of the hotel asked me how to become a nicer hotel. I gave him advice about painting and buying really good beds and bedding. He was a nice guy.

I was at a cafe and it was so foggy that I couldn't see for more than a half block in either direction. It was incredibly pretty. I'm guessing they don't really get much fog in Tehran, but what do I know? I was overwhelmed with emotion, even cried a little, at the just how pretty everything was. I wanted to call my mom and tell her how amazing it was but I worried that she'd just be scared to death of me being in Iran.

Later I was walking back to the hotel and it was sunny and it just hit me that I was so far from home and it was really exciting. I got back to the hotel and went up to the roof, six stories up. It was a cool view, but the elevator went down after I got out of it and there was no way to call it back. I was afraid that I'd look suspicious up on the roof but I looked around and lots of folks were on their roofs. The back of the building the roof wasn't to far from the ground, like it was built on a very steep hill. Then the front wasn't to far either, faulty dream logic. I woke after hopping down from the roof.

A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I trained a baby or mini elephant, sit, stay, etc.