On Sunday while driving I glimpsed a church sign for some evangelical congregation and it caused a discombobulating moment. My emotions sighed happily, like, "Oh, isn't that nice?" like I would have done as an evangelical Christian. This despite the fact that I've rejected all religion for about 20 years, particularly the kinds that proselytize. ( Read more... )

I dreamt about a woman who carried on affairs with various men. She used elaborate illusions to keep these affairs secret. It seems like a further development on Sandy, the serial killer and also had similar elements with Darwin and the ill-fated dissidents in that it was a period drama with older male characters and a younger woman who defied ( Read more... )

I dreamt I had a crush on a Muslim student. I was a bit older than him. It felt like when I first came out and got involved in the queer student association at University of Guelph. We were participating in a march to support Muslim students. He was my roommate but we didn’t know one another very well yet. He wasn’t bearish but he had a solid build ( Read more... )

I dreamt about Darwin and a group of his friends who were political dissidents. This was a long, complicated dream including numerous characters, many of whom were young female students of Darwin. He had been a teacher at a university. Many of the student characters wore fanciful masks that resembled comedie de l’arte costumery, but they all ( Read more... )

I dreamt about a woman whose employer had been murdered. Her name was Sandy and she was a graphic artist. In the beginning of the dream she had just got her first job. At first she was working for a different man. He had his own business and worked long hours doing difficult work. Sandy appeared to enjoy working with him. He clearly had a crush on ( Read more... )

I went to a retreat for writers at a mountain resort. It lasted several days. The accommodations were not luxurious. The buildings seemed to have been a scout camp at one time. They were barn-like, with that characteristic red paint. It was late summer and the weather was warm and overcast. The grounds were grassy and had not been mown that year. ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt about a prison school where we kept trying to smuggle cheat notes into our tests. One of my friends appeared to be Sebastian Flyte as a boy. Our school was in a rambling tree fort and we sneaked in and out of window openings to avoid getting caught ( Read more... )

It was rambling and incoherent, with various episodes that seemed inspired by Gosford Park, although there was no murder or crime, just a lot of personal intrigue.

• Bruce, a former friend and roommate from my church days, is one of the servants. He sits with several others at a long banquet table outdoors discussing something that went wrong.
• A woman ( Read more... )

Danny and I were visiting the house at Poplar Bluff. Mom was still alive. The scale of the house was huge, with sprawling rooms like in a lodge. Pappy, my paternal grandfather who died in 1984, dropped in for a visit. He looked different: he was tall, and he had quite a lot of silver hair that stood out in wings, Bozo-like. He did not stay long ( Read more... )

I seem to be dreaming a lot about names lately. The identities of important characters frequently appear in handwritten or painted text, like credits in a movie, contradicting the film Waking Life's assertion that we are unable to read in dream life. This morning I woke from a brief dream that was only a name written in block capitals: AITAN ( Read more... )