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Total Number of Dreams:26
Total Number of Words:3518
Lowest Word Count:12
Highest Word Count:403
Mean Word Count:135.308
Median Word Count:110
Standard Deviation:105.904
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Dream Text: Last Night's DreamHorrible nightmares of the damask curtain transforming to creatures like demons from Hell threatening me. I was so afraid I couldn’t close my eyes with night after night of shear terror!
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31Date:
10/27/2001From:
Nan Journal 2001-2002
Dream Text: Last Night's DreamI have “forgotten” my baby, now I’m trying to find it but I have shit all over me including my glasses so I can’t see. I find it, it feels cool and I thump it in my hand (kinda a smack on its bottom), but I can’t see anything. I don’t know whether it’s dead or alive. “They” come and take the baby away from me but I don’t know if I’m ‘guilty’ of abusing it or it me! I can’t see; I don’t know anything. How could I have forgotten my baby! Darts are hitting me and sticking in me but I can’t see to defend myself! I don’t know where they are coming from!
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16Date:
10/27/2001From:
Nan Journal 2001-2002
Dream Text: Last Night's DreamLater going downstairs into a girls’ bedroom. It is very attractive, decorated with a “Benetton” theme--even silver Benatton sneakers that seem to move as they play/sing a theme song. The front of the shoes opened like lips and merrily sang. Everything looks very well cared for—pampered. A very well kept room of a young woman who appears to have it all—at least she does a lot of shopping going by the open boxes and new clothes lying around. I hear water running—the shower. I walk to the bathroom and there are 2 white plastic tubs with wet clothes soaking and a young woman lying on the floor of the white tile shower with H20 running onto her and there is a feint tinge of pink (blood) swirling around her and in the water of the tubs. That is the only color in the room: that pale pink tinge and her long dark hair. She is as white as the tile; the life seems to be ebbing out of her. She barely opens her eyes and looks at me. “Can you help me,” she pleads. She thinks she is going to die, but I know she is not. The/her bleeding has taken over her life. There is almost no life left in her—everything is pale.
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221Date:
10/27/2001From:
Nan Journal 2001-2002
Dream Text: Last Night's DreamDreamed I wasn’t getting my work done it looked clean, but I had only feed kids once—they were OK with it but I knew I wasn’t able to do it the way I should. I’m not doing what I should.
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41Date:
10/27/2001From:
Nan Journal 2001-2002
Dream Text: Last Night's DreamPhil had moved back in, again, he was uninvited back in the house doing trivial things and things I didn’t like… making small almost unseeable designs on pages, spending all his energy on the inconsequential and ignoring me..us…, pretending to be a foreign professor and raking students over the coals thinking it was a lark, and yet I felt he was there to stay and maybe I had to surrender for my kid’s sake and then I would be old and too vulnerable to make him leave..I would have to endure his insertion into my life. a loss of freedom and independence.
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104Date:
10/27/2001From:
Nan Journal 2001-2002
Dream Text: Last Night's DreamTorturers! I am in a public building I think a hospital and I am shivering in terror. I am terrified, but I don’t know why. I position myself on a couch lying down with my back against the wall for safety—People—a male and Janet promise they will not leave me alone, but they do. I notice people passing in the hall. I see the same blonde or wht. haired man pass by twice both times looking in my direction. He looks sullen and is in a wht. drs. Coat. The next scene I am being held down by a man that says he’s going to cut my fingers off. First however we must dig a line around the fireplace in the brick (?) He is using something like a lineoleum or wood cutter. I help because I think at least it will dull the blade but I can’t imagine what its for—perhaps to drain the blood off the altar. In comes another man and gets my other arm and says he is going to cut those fingers off—he also has a small tool kinde like a pizza wheel or dress marker. I am fighting and screaming but I don’t seem to make much noise! Oh my God!
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210Date:
10/27/2001From:
Nan Journal 2001-2002
Dream Text: Last Night's DreamOriental Land Owners. I had a strange dream also that was in the orient. Somehow I helped a young couple that was very much in love by allowing him to stay nearby and work. Now he has saved up enough money and is planning their wedding. They thank me tearfully (reminds me of Jerry and Samantha). Another young man says he must go to war next week—WAR! Yes, he must travel a distance to get people to pay their homage or taxes. Next scene I am watching as they (the soldiers) put a smoke or tear gas bomb in a house of sleeping people. When they come out they are a crew of poor people of all ages and none of the tribe that should pay! The soldiers were very disappointed!
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132Date:
10/27/2001From:
Nan Journal 2001-2002
Dream Text: Last Night's DreamIn Denial? I am playing tennis with Meg but to me horror I discover that my arms don’t work like they used to. The left throws the ball up but it goes everywhere; worse though my right arm hitches ½ way thru the service swing and won’t go above my head. I used to have a good serve, but my arms are not receiving the messages from my brain doing what I tell them! Moreover I can’t see when I move out on the court to play w/ Amelia who just arrived! All I can see is dog shit on the court, but if I look up I can’t see. So I busily clean up the shit to cover that I can’t see. I try to walk off the court along a walkway and bump into a box of photos (?) prints (?) w/ my arm. I still can’t see. A tennis pro walks past me and asks how my arm is. I am confused; what does he mean?