I'm sorry to have been neglecting this journal. It is not that I haven't been dreaming, but I haven't been able to recall my dreams. Recently when I wake I start attending to situations in my waking life, and by the time I remember to try to remember my dreams they have faded. Last night however, I woke a couple of times from fairly vivid dreams and I remember snatches:
An important woman has two men as prisoners. She knows that one of them is an important powerful man and the other is not, but she is not sure which is which. Both men are dark haired and about 6 feet tall. The apparent important one is older, maybe 40, with a sturdier frame a squarish head and blunt features, while the other is thinner with sharper features and moves more lightly on his feet. Both men are dissembling, for different reasons, throwing out hints of behavior that might indicate that they have reversed roles. The woman sees all this, but still hasn't made up her mind about them.
In another dream I am at a service garage in back of a mall. who ever I am with and I have gotten here in beat up old taxi cab which we had stolen for the purpose, but we now abandon among the cars in the mall lot, many of which are also beat up old taxis. Inside the garage some one is trying to get a partially disassembled big yellow bucket loader onto the back of a truck or trailer.
Later, I am approaching a small town across a grassy plain. There are groups of people standing in rough lines listening to someone talk. I gather it is some kind of youth award presentation, but I pass by and continue toward the town, which is really just one building an old two story white painted concrete building, open on the ground floor. Inside a couple of grizzled old men wearing military uniforms under cheap coveralls are rummaging in their lockers. I move ahead with trepidation toward the counter, where I will learn my fate...
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