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I ACTUALLY REMEMBER A DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT!
Yesterday, I was looking at people's camping photos on Flickr, and then last night I dreamed that I went on a hike with a bunch of people. It looked like the Island and it was along a river. Perhaps this was due to me visiting both Cleveland Dam, Cleveland hatchery, and Lynn Canyon saturday. Anyways the dream was both in a high school and at once on this camping trip, where I might have been dreaming in the dream of the high school. The h.s. kids were talking about how they didn't like that their band teacher made them play songs from the 40s through the 70s and how they were gungho on learning more nineties or even contemporary songs. Then I led them to a room in the attic which magically transformed from the janitor's toilet into a room full of more contemporary sheet music. The room lent them the ability to play songs from this decade with great ease even though they were total musical rookies.
Then the dream transitioned to me being lost in a forest along a powerline trail. I was looking for my friend Greg (treeplanter) who had fallen down a slash hole but the holes were too deep and the holes were like rabbit warrens with Greg's voice coming from everywhere at once. So I gave up on looking for him and came across my friend Russ, who is a seaman for BC Ferries. He was playing golf on a river, putting the balls off of big skeletal trees. He said the river had been dammed before but the dam had broken and now the river was back to normal, aside from the great loss of life (trees, animals, ecosystem). I wanted to but didn't debate this & went on until suddenly it was winter and I was able to walk on top of the river, where I watched bison give me big sad looks as they crashed though the weak ice and drowned. I continued on carefully, knowing that I was completely lost in the wilderness but for some reason not caring.
This was my fave costume at the Parade of Lost Souls last year.
Yesterday, I was looking at people's camping photos on Flickr, and then last night I dreamed that I went on a hike with a bunch of people. It looked like the Island and it was along a river. Perhaps this was due to me visiting both Cleveland Dam, Cleveland hatchery, and Lynn Canyon saturday. Anyways the dream was both in a high school and at once on this camping trip, where I might have been dreaming in the dream of the high school. The h.s. kids were talking about how they didn't like that their band teacher made them play songs from the 40s through the 70s and how they were gungho on learning more nineties or even contemporary songs. Then I led them to a room in the attic which magically transformed from the janitor's toilet into a room full of more contemporary sheet music. The room lent them the ability to play songs from this decade with great ease even though they were total musical rookies.
Then the dream transitioned to me being lost in a forest along a powerline trail. I was looking for my friend Greg (treeplanter) who had fallen down a slash hole but the holes were too deep and the holes were like rabbit warrens with Greg's voice coming from everywhere at once. So I gave up on looking for him and came across my friend Russ, who is a seaman for BC Ferries. He was playing golf on a river, putting the balls off of big skeletal trees. He said the river had been dammed before but the dam had broken and now the river was back to normal, aside from the great loss of life (trees, animals, ecosystem). I wanted to but didn't debate this & went on until suddenly it was winter and I was able to walk on top of the river, where I watched bison give me big sad looks as they crashed though the weak ice and drowned. I continued on carefully, knowing that I was completely lost in the wilderness but for some reason not caring.
This was my fave costume at the Parade of Lost Souls last year.