A few words of my own......

The other day I caught this commercial about some prescription medication to quit smoking and one of the numerous side effects included change in dreaming. At first I thought that it was nothing, because any number of things can effect the dreams you may have, but then I realized that maybe it altered how deeply one may dream-a frequent flier like myself being stripped of this mystically imaginative experience, or some other person who has never remembered a dream in all their nights, suddenly is thrust into this world of themselves. I should think that I would miss dreaming; although some nights have seemed far from restful due to intense cranial activity, I find it a constant source of amazement and intrigue that I ultimately cherish.
It just struck me was all.....

E Blain St & Franklin Ave E

I am swooping down in broad daylight like a hawk on the intersection, I turn my head and clearly see the two green street names. Now I have something with me, a large black pillar constructed of interweaving metal strips, simiar to construction cranes, and glass. I am running through the neighborhood and pass a pool with lots of people in it-they all notice me, and not far from them and in the middle of an office park I just run up and plant this structure in the thick of it like a flag claiming land. The people around are all stunned and I am already running off feeling elated.

Oct 5 '07

Last night I dreamt that I was in come basement and an older woman gave a younger me a test tube and some powder. She showed me how to mix it together and when I did it created baby fishes. Soon I had to move them up to something bigger, but the water kept evaporating, and I'd find the fish drying up to dirt, but remaining the same shape, so I'd freak out and put water on the two of them so that they would reanimate. After that happening several times I gave one up for dead, but had to extend a great deal to keep the other from eventually being unable to reanimate itself.