Date: 30-June-2007, 19:03 Subj: Stale, but still fragments remain Filter:    Public Tags: dreams

I dreamed about rain and mud and cleaning.

I remember waking up and needing to pee.

Wait, what did we just dream about?

Good question. I lay still just long enough to know I was cleaning up the house, not the house I lived in, not exactly the house I grew up in, but a house I was no less familiar with. I cleaned with my sister and mother, or at least people my dream self identified as such.

My waking mother would order me around and my waking sister would complain.

Towards the end of the dream I walked outside to a back porch. The rain had stopped. I think I touched a plant or was holding a frog... something. Either way, I ended up with mud in my hand.

I sensed the overall mood of the dream as peaceful, productive, and refreshing.

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