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Useless transgressions
Jul. 18th, 2023 03:40 pmI dreamed I was back in England. I would stumble from the estate at night, because there was no working plumbing, and into downtown Birmingham, where to use the bathroom you would have to navigate a rundown warehouse that was full of vagabonds and hoodlums. On the rooftop was a huge painted billboard: "We are willing to forgive useless (youthful?) transgressions." I asked the guy at the front desk—who resembled the actor Simon Pegg, of course—which was to go, but he was unhelpful. I wandered through the dark.
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I dreamed my son had a red, white, and blue soccer ball, and kicked it into the street. He was younger, in the dream, and I told him to stay there while I went to get it. With every reach the ball rolled farther and farther out of my grasp. Cars whizzed by, nearly hitting me. Finally the ball rolled up the steps and onto the porch of an old row frame. A family was there with their kids, who were young and fenced in. I asked them if they had seen the ball, but they shook their heads. I tried to sneakily look up and over and amongst their kids' toys, but found only weird, deflated balloons, so I turned back and return to my son, and told him not to worry about it; we'd get a new one.
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I dreamed the wife and I were in East Orange. We had entered an apartment building where, for some reason, if you found a deserted apartment, it would have to be given to you. An elegant, older couple were there, well groomed and obviously rich. They had arrived after us, but were owners of the apartment building itself, and therefore asserted suzerainty of the entire thing. We contested this, given the "rules" we had come to understand. The man, who had a sharp nose and sharply combed white hair, looked sideways at his wife, and they departed, which was evidently a sign that they were considering our request. Then we, too, left.
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I dreamed we were on an ocean liner. At the very bottom of the ship, in a massive room, a mock battle was occurring. Young women were dressed up as fairies, as in a life-action roleplaying game, and were pretending to cast spells with magic wands. We would punch them and other people on their team in the face, but it did no damage, as they were seemingly made of rubber. The donnybrook continued for hours, and I woke up exhausted, my muscles aching, without any sense of either victory or defeat.
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I dreamed my son had a red, white, and blue soccer ball, and kicked it into the street. He was younger, in the dream, and I told him to stay there while I went to get it. With every reach the ball rolled farther and farther out of my grasp. Cars whizzed by, nearly hitting me. Finally the ball rolled up the steps and onto the porch of an old row frame. A family was there with their kids, who were young and fenced in. I asked them if they had seen the ball, but they shook their heads. I tried to sneakily look up and over and amongst their kids' toys, but found only weird, deflated balloons, so I turned back and return to my son, and told him not to worry about it; we'd get a new one.
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I dreamed the wife and I were in East Orange. We had entered an apartment building where, for some reason, if you found a deserted apartment, it would have to be given to you. An elegant, older couple were there, well groomed and obviously rich. They had arrived after us, but were owners of the apartment building itself, and therefore asserted suzerainty of the entire thing. We contested this, given the "rules" we had come to understand. The man, who had a sharp nose and sharply combed white hair, looked sideways at his wife, and they departed, which was evidently a sign that they were considering our request. Then we, too, left.
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I dreamed we were on an ocean liner. At the very bottom of the ship, in a massive room, a mock battle was occurring. Young women were dressed up as fairies, as in a life-action roleplaying game, and were pretending to cast spells with magic wands. We would punch them and other people on their team in the face, but it did no damage, as they were seemingly made of rubber. The donnybrook continued for hours, and I woke up exhausted, my muscles aching, without any sense of either victory or defeat.
