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Tuesday, January 09, 2007
21:16
Had a sort of waking dream this morning. Woke up, lying on my back, opened my eyes a little. It was still dark out, this was around 6 AM. Over in the "dream" space, there was a door in front of me, one like you'd find at a school or something, with the full-width push bar to open it from the inside. Not the thin bar that kind of turns down, but the rectangular kind that pushes straight in w/ springs behind it. This one had a little key hole on the front, not used to lock it but so you can push the bar in, then turn the key, and stick it that way so the door doesn't latch. I realized I needed to find the key and latch it open, it was good to open doors, not have them shut. After I latched it, a note slipped through, straight into my hands. It had two sentences, spaced out:
My reaction was that it was a clever ploy to get me to sleep again. I opened my eyes again a little bit, they were dry and sticky and I had to close them. Yes, a clever ploy. I opened them again, and a huge gust of wind blew into the side of the building where my window is, blowing right through the wall and the window, rattling the blinds, then right through me, going through me but with great resistance, almost turning me over. As it passed through me, my vision blackened then cleared. The dream space was gone and I was mostly awake, still sleepy, but eyes open and moving my fingers. I began to think about what happened, describing it as "something bad" that passed through. I looked back at that for a bit, then concluded I didn't really know if it was bad; just that I was terrified.
Didn't have as rough a time as expected falling asleep last night, though I had been a basket case all day so I was pretty tired. I did wake up at 4 AM for a bit, then again w/ the above at 6. After that I didn't sleep too much until I got up at 9.
Had a reply to yesterday's question waiting for me. Not what I had hoped most for. Almost what I had feared most. Full of uncertainty, just enough hope, but plenty of doubt. Seems like a case of the right thing at the wrong time. What's the aphorism?
Oh, God, how I wanted that beautiful.
21:16
Had a sort of waking dream this morning. Woke up, lying on my back, opened my eyes a little. It was still dark out, this was around 6 AM. Over in the "dream" space, there was a door in front of me, one like you'd find at a school or something, with the full-width push bar to open it from the inside. Not the thin bar that kind of turns down, but the rectangular kind that pushes straight in w/ springs behind it. This one had a little key hole on the front, not used to lock it but so you can push the bar in, then turn the key, and stick it that way so the door doesn't latch. I realized I needed to find the key and latch it open, it was good to open doors, not have them shut. After I latched it, a note slipped through, straight into my hands. It had two sentences, spaced out:
A two-ton weight.
A six-ton weight.
My reaction was that it was a clever ploy to get me to sleep again. I opened my eyes again a little bit, they were dry and sticky and I had to close them. Yes, a clever ploy. I opened them again, and a huge gust of wind blew into the side of the building where my window is, blowing right through the wall and the window, rattling the blinds, then right through me, going through me but with great resistance, almost turning me over. As it passed through me, my vision blackened then cleared. The dream space was gone and I was mostly awake, still sleepy, but eyes open and moving my fingers. I began to think about what happened, describing it as "something bad" that passed through. I looked back at that for a bit, then concluded I didn't really know if it was bad; just that I was terrified.
Didn't have as rough a time as expected falling asleep last night, though I had been a basket case all day so I was pretty tired. I did wake up at 4 AM for a bit, then again w/ the above at 6. After that I didn't sleep too much until I got up at 9.
Had a reply to yesterday's question waiting for me. Not what I had hoped most for. Almost what I had feared most. Full of uncertainty, just enough hope, but plenty of doubt. Seems like a case of the right thing at the wrong time. What's the aphorism?
The right thing at the wrong time is wrong.
The wrong thing at the right time may be right.
The right thing at the right time is beautiful.
Oh, God, how I wanted that beautiful.
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