I haven’t had any alcohol in a few days. I think I last had it at dinner Thursday. <\/p>\n
I woke up fairly congested again. Haven’t really exercised the congestion completely from my system since it started in February. Some days are better… some like this morning.. not so good.<\/p>\n
But the interesting thing to post about was remembering good portions of my dreams.<\/p>\n
The interesting part can best be described as being along the lines of “Spirited Away”<\/p>\n
I was lost in a complex maze of a building (Standard Andrei Dream imagery) It was a very urban building. Very similar to the Crystal Mall in Vancouver. A large box of shopping had gone missing. I went to one of the lower floors and remember twisting a knob sort of like the one at the bottom of a stair way handrail. The bottom floor started to open down like a hidden basement was being exposed.<\/p>\n
The hidden basement, however was a beautiful Japanese style countryside with a huge stone castle\/building. In the distance I could see a train on a track but it felt like it should be connected to the highway that was just outside the building I’d just been in.<\/p>\n
There were a series of priestesses\/angels\/creatures that I had to interact with to get my treasure returned. One flew down and danced with me. I remember the feel of my hand on her back.<\/p>\n
I tend to post about dreams when I have tactile memories. It think I tend to remember those because I’d been told at one time, it’s supposed to be impossible to have actual tactile feedback in a dream-state.<\/p>\n
Time passed differently in this world than back in the store where people were waiting for me. A relative (I think my father) came looking for me. By the time I got back, for some reason I was Captain Kirk trying to report on the away mission. I found myself annoyed that I’d been pulled away before I could complete the mission. At the same time, I had a wistful feeling that I wouldn’t be able to get back there.<\/p>\n
This was cemented with the requisite roundhouse to the face by a small toddler foot at 6am.<\/p>\n
Dreams can be nifty<\/p>\n