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Woods of Lillehammer

Lillehammer, the place where the Olympics were held in 1994. The first Olympics I knew of. Somewhere in the woods, confusing to try to remember. A cabin maybe, on a hill maybe. A nuclear explosion of colorful plastic.

No real reason I would’ve lost the dream, except I was awakening and it’s like it was already gone. I was only able to recover it by doing a no-thinking technique, which I haven’t had to do in awhile — also, a decent chance of falling back asleep and losing a dream entirely.

I wasn’t going to write this down, but something about how I was able to recover it (twice, since I had to remember later today that I i remembered) made it worth keeping. Even now, I still throw out plenty of dreams.

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Apotropaic Tracheism, Tocarianism

Wake up and the clock reads 9:36 am. I’m at my parent’s house, my childhood house when I was school age. Realize it’s a Monday and my parents have let me sleep in. My audio recorder has been going and I stop it, wondering if it recorded my snoring… or my menstrual cycle? Which I don’t have as I’m a cis male.

The dream is called “Apotropaic tracheism, tocarianism”, because these words were an important phrase later/earlier in the night’s dreams. I forget what they meant they were related somehow. Not many people know what ‘apotropaic’ means — which is too bad, as it’s a lovely word.

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Malageist

A couple of guys dressed as old ladies at a rooftop party are fleeing in disguise. Repaired broken electrical in the street.

Driving back to a hotel that I’m staying at, as a young woman. A room with free snacks, Cheetos.

Sharing ownership of a car with a lover.

A song based on a report about love: Malageist. I’ve been keeping the report upside down on a filing cabinet and only reveal it to my family when I share the song.

I don’t remember these dreams very well, even at the end of the day. Need to start filling in more details after I leave bed.

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a few dreams out of place

Plarvolia’s bio has been updated to EMPHASIZE that she is engaged. But it’s phrased sorta weird, using a Latin term (“plerisis”?) and character substitutions à la Myspace circa 2005. Who knows with that one.

In a mall, Dara V. wears flip-flops with a star drawing on them. Maybe I do too? Seems close enough to something she’d actually wear, but still odd.

I go behind a bar even though I’m simply a visitor, that is, a customer. Annoying the expert baristas, I suppose. I grab whipped cream off the shelf, but put it back before any shenanigans.

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Two Odd Fragments

“Plarvolia the Billionaire”, whatever that means.

Russian troops over a hill. Forming and reforming a symmetrical miniature hallway from the inside, only keeping a sunny central window. An odd image.

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Replaying

Replaying the same video game level repeatedly. It’s a military campaign, like a map from Command & Conquer. Re-learning with each failure, avoiding certain areas. The only way to win is to fail — repeatedly.

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Fragment of Boombox & Toes Dream

A white-colored Dutch boombox radio. I realize it’s supposed to be a breeding machine for something, producing offspring (or helping produce offspring).

Examining my toes, I see that the middle toe is actually smaller than all the rest.

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New Lights Law in Berlin

Relay race in Berlin, Germany. New law that electricity lights can’t shine like Nazi colors. Trying to keep the music from changing in the lights upstairs before the law changes.

More dreams before, but forgotten despite efforts.

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Fragment: Redwoods Spiderman

On the exam on the last day of school I have a series of very intense reactions, and very intense answers to the provocative questions.

Swinging from redwood tree to tree like Spiderman, I chase after two items being carried by Latino families. These are the last two remaining, perhaps from an earlier dream. I see the families on HUD and can track them with ease.

During a quiet moment in mid-swing, I observe a hawk flying past.

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Eggshell Gym, a Snippet

Sleeping under the curved wooden rafters of a roof like an eggshell. Reminiscent of my middle school gym.

All else lost, no further notes were made this night.