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  • I’ve been dreaming like crazy lately, and have been working on remembering what the dreams were about upon awakening. I usually lose the details quickly, even though the feeling of the dream stays with me for a few minutes after I wake up. The past few days, I’ve been getting better at recalling more of the details. I’ve been working on it. One of my morning readings stresses the importance of dreams, and encourages one to try to become conscious of their message.

    I had one right before I woke up this morning that seemed to be trying to tell me something, though I have no idea what. It was a pretty cool dream, though. There’s lots that went on in it that I don’t remember, but what I do remember went like this.
  • A friend and I had decided on the spur of the moment to take a long bike trip. In the dream, the friend alternated from being my friend Mike, the guy who helps me coach one of my softball teams, and my friend Reed, who died when we were both 24. He was my best friend at the time, and has shown up in dreams before. When he has, there has usually been a significant message, that usually doesn’t reveal itself to me until much later, in retrospect. However, it’s been about 30 years since he’s showed up in a dream. He never alternated with being someone else in any of the previous dreams, that I can recall.

    Starting out on our biketrip, we were somewhere in New Jersey, near where I used to live there, trying to find our way to our destination. Then, at some point, the scene changed to a place in the outskirts of Pittsburgh, near Toner Institute, where I used to spend a lot of time playing with friends when I was growing up there.
  • We were trying to find the best route through – through what, I’m not sure. It was a difficult passage to cross, whatever it was. We had a definite destination in mind in the dream. We just kept taking wrong turns, and having to turn around or figure out how to connect with the road we were looking for. It was kind of a hit or miss deal. I was confident that we would, eventually, figure it out. Wherever it was, we were both excited to be going there. It had been a hair-brained scheme to go, but we were really fired up about it. We were determined to keep trying until we found the right road through. It was important.

    At one point, in the dream, it occurred to me that I hadn’t packed anything! In fact, I wasn’t even wearing any kind of a shirt or socks. I was going to need a change of clothes and some basic provisions when we got to wherever it was we were going, and it was going to get colder as we went, so this revelation was problematic. I was kicking myself for not planning better, for being so spontaneous that I completely forgot to pack anything, or even to wear the appropriate clothing to get there. It was too late to turn around and go back to get some things. We’d come too far for that.

    My friend had an idea. There was some kind of a barracks nearby, where he apparently knew some of the guys who lived in it. We snuck in there. He knew where they hid the key. Some of the guys were there, and my friend managed to find some clothes that I could use. The other guys were cool with it, but we really weren’t supposed to be there. We were sneaking around, trying to be quiet.

    Then, just as I was starting to change into some of the found clothes, a security guy mosied into the barracks. We were trying to be cool and act like we belonged there. There was something about the socks that I was getting ready to put on that were a give-away. Only residents of the barracks should wear those kinds of socks, and it had become obvious to the security guys – there were now two of them - that we didn’t belong there. We were just about to get caught in our deception when I awoke.

    I wanted to go back to sleep to find out what happened after that, but once I was up, I was up. I didn’t remember all of these details right away, but as I started to read some Cowbird stories, all of this part of the dream came back to me. It felt like one of those dreams that was trying to tell me something.
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