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I'm looking through a glass door into my house and I can see a mouse and I determine to catch it.
I've had mice before, I'm not going through this again...
Inside, the cats are hiding from the mouse (mice) in the dark, a guinea pig is waddling along, it's back torn open so I can view the organs within, there is the heart and the kidneys...it looks serious and I'll attend to it as soon as I catch the mouse....
It's in a dark corner, fleeting by a furnace duct, and somehow I sweep it up and ... (?) ... but I know there are more. There are always more. And so I go into a cupboard above the stove, there are loads of buns in bags here and sure enough I catch another 3 mice in the bread, throw them all into a plastic bag, they're fighting and clawing to get out and I have to find something to do with it quick, don't want to take it outside as they'll just find their way back in....
The half-witted dishwasher from work is there, she's watching me, goes into the cupboard and helps herself to a bun and stands there stupidly eating it while I puzzle over what to do with the mice....
Then there's an adder, the most venomous snake in Eastern Canada (or so the dream tells me...), the rat-king something or other, small, and now I have to watch while they dispose of it properly...it's endangered and they don't want to kill it so I assume an aerial view of the snake catcher and his two assistants releasing it into a river, the river right above a waterfall and beneath it some dirty water, rust colored, algae filled, the back-pond of somebodies estate and he's holding the adder with a forked twig, waves it in the center of the river until it's free, swims over the falls and I wonder if it will pose a threat to the people who live below the waterfall, but this is really irrelevant...
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I'm at the Hillhurst-Good Samaritan Rummage sale, and it's looking good. I've filled a bag with antique rosaries, jewelry, buttons, priced at perhaps a couple of dollars a bag, and I'm going from room to room, there are no end to treasures here...and there's an upstairs and another upstairs as well, and the prices are incredibly good when I realize that I haven't checked the watches and everything has already been marked down and I think that the dealers must have already beaten me to it and I run upstairs...already they are putting things into storage and I discover that the dealers haven't been to this room yet, and I have them pull down all sorts of treasures, there are antique clocks and old watches - and I hastily grab one, complicated movement, moonphase, and it opens to reveal yet another watch inside and inside of this there are more and it's watches as far as you can open them...and there's a Greek bust and there are antique wooden pieces of furniture and ornaments, and the staff are annoyed that I'm there so late, I'm buying everything I can lay my hands upon and no sooner do the bags fill than they seem to disappear and there are others that must be filled....time is running out...
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And while I'm narrating other people's dreams, a nod to August Kekule's Benzene Dream - the problem of how the hydrocarbon chain that formed benzene was structured having bothered Kekule (and other Chemists) of the time, the answer came to him when he dreamed of snakes biting their tail, and realized that the structure of the benzene molecule would work if it were a ring...
That, at least, is as the tale goes. The facts (bare bones wiki) can be found here, a slightly less enthusiastic take can be found here. In any event the dream has so entrenched itself into the collective unconscious as a testimony to the power of the subconscious mind, it hardly matters whether Kekule ever had the dream or not. The moral is: Some people have useful dreams....
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She went missing about a week ago, people were looking for her ever since. I was looking for her too, in my own way, heard rustlings up ahead on the trail, would run at them but find nothing, would call out her name, no reply.
But today, finally, we, (the children and I) found her, face down dug into, clawed into a shallow grave of her own digging. She must have hid out here from everyone, until finally she collapsed....
It's a long walk from here out of the park, and while we leave I cover her up with some sort of blanket. And we meet at the edge of the park a midget on a date, it was him who reported her missing and we give him the bad news and he accuses us of doing nothing and I explain things to him and he just goes back to eating his picnic with his date.
It's beginning to snow, and we get home and then the dream starts to get real weird...
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Two nights running, a mish-mash of odd dreams, waking up with the scrambled recollections, they seem to make no sense. And one jumps into the other, I have the impression that they are all sharing the same wooden box, nesting one within another or joined by invisible wires. One, vaguely recalled this morning: I have a frog, small, slippery, with a bar-code upon it, and I am using it as a magician might use a dove or rabbit, as a prop for my tricks. The frog doesn't like this, it's a rare South-American frog, endangered from the rain forest, strange bar-code birthmark upon it's mouth....and the frog is talking to me, escaping, it smashes a pen holder I had (stained glass, given to me by my mother) and I'm now angry with frog, trying to pick up the glass (careful, it's sharp), find another pen-holder, capture frog (still talking to me, giving me attitude...)...