Re: Picking Up Dream Where Left Off? -- 18 Nov 2000 On Fri, 17 Nov 2000 22:54:41 -0500, "Jean" (subject: Picking Up Dream Where Left Off?), to alt.dreams, wrote: >Hi everyone...I have a question. Maybe about 2 times a month I >am having a dream....I wake up and go do something then go back >to sleep and pick up a dream where i left off. Is this >normal....Is there anyone else out there who does this, or knows >of this? My friends say Im strange....so i thought I would post >and ask for Information....Thanks! > >Jean Jean, this dream ability of yours seems rare, but not strange to me. You should tell some of your dreams that you think are noteworthy. An excerpt from my story-draft, *The Indigenous Atlas*: 9 September 1999, (These are two separate dreams that take place in the same situation. It’s the only time I totally awoke from a dream and then went back to sleep to return for more.) Drm 1: I’m in the moderately spacious bedroom I have recently rented, inside a residential house in Houston. It’s rented from the other people who live in the place, generally other young adults who are related, it seems. My radio is on . . . I begin to realize the news announcer may be talking about Selana. I get sick at my stomach as it becomes evident that that is the case. I’m realizing that -- totally out of the blue -- she has recently become a city-wide popular celebrity, as an actress or for just being beautiful. I go out to the patio for a cigarette. [end, awake] (I was so relieved it was only a dream, and back to sleep.) Drm 2: (Scene: later in the day maybe a few hours, and I’ve sort of just begun to accept the revelation.) I’m walking along, as if we’re going somewhere, with a guy with light golden-blonde hair and who is about my height, obviously not a workout fanatic, but he’s good looking. We’re in jeans and he has on a button shirt. He’s to my left, telling me about his recently acquired girlfriend. As he is talking about her (and I don’t know anything of what he was saying) I begin to get another sickening sort of suspicion, this one different, more fundamentally hurtful. I’m beginning to understand he is the guy that Selana has chosen for boyfriend, the one I sort of knew about but didn’t know at all who it was. Rather than just ask him who she is, I have to get this in pieces. I inquire, with a hint of desperation and woe, “Does she have golden blonde hair . . . down to here?” -- indicating with my right hand an inch below my waist. “Yea,” he affirms. I’m beginning to know, now my suspicion is shortly to be proven true and I *will* die of jealousy. One more fact will verify all. (He’s not clued into what, at all, it is I’m doing in this line of conversation.) I know Selana’s new boyfriend has . . . a red *Explorer*? am I recollection seeing in my mind? “What kind of car do you drive?” He replies, helpingly, “I drive a red craft.” “Oh God, it *is* true,” I think, mostly as a quantized feeling, finding myself again at initialization, t=0, in this sort of reality-synthesis process. [end, awake] (And I am pleasingly relieved, getting more used to this.) * * * * * * Reply to: angel_marvelzombie@yahoo.com