Monday, August 15, 2011

Before bed: woke up at my friends' place and had breakfast there; came home and did laundry, played music, bought groceries and talked on the phone with friends and family; had supper with a friend; played soccer; did dishes

To bed at 12:15am

Woke up once or twice during the night VERY sweaty

5:09am

1. A dream about going bald. (I've been thinking about this with some frequency recently, wondering if my hairline is receding. I think the dream indicates i'm starting to obsess about it.)

2. Something about sleeping with a guy i'm barely acquainted with in real life. (My notes don't indicate, and i don't remember, if this was sexual or not.)

3. I'm in downtown Winnipeg, being driven around in funny circumstances (i don't know what this note means unless it refers to the bit that follows): i'm in a small cart that looks like a basket--a small one that would fit in the palm of my hand--attached behind a car. I could just squeeze into the cart with my knees pulled up against my chest. In what i think is the same dream, a group of people are sitting in a circle downtown. (My notes say i don't know if it was day or night, or else was both, or else switched back and forth.) They were discussing religion (maybe i was involved?). They are each filling, or are asking me to fill the blanks in the following sentence: "If i were to _____, i wouldn't ______." The question somehow refers to the Bible. My answer is long-winded and boring. There is at least one person in the dream i know, and he is a combination of a few different people i know in real life all of whom are named Dennis (in real life).

4. (Last dream i had before waking up.) I'm in downtown Winnipeg (different dream than the last, i think) at night with a Mag Lite. I'm using it to peer inside car windows. I hear barking and realize there's a dogfight going on nearby. Then i figure out that it's not a dogfight, but some people are throwing dogs out of a second or third story window of an old apartment block or warehouse for fun. Horrible feeling. Part of me doesn't want to go check thinking, "It'll be fine," which is the same part of me that doesn't want to wake up and write down my dream. (Weird and intriguing correlation there.)