Last night was another round of weirdness, possibly sparked by watching the movie "Haunter" just before going to bed. A very good film for Halloween, btw, about a girl who died just before her 16th birthday and now finds herself being haunted by a living girl. Anyhow, my dreams were, if possible, even more bizarre than last night's. Lots of darkness (all were night or very early morning scenes), poverty, drug addicts, mobile homes that were little more than conex boxes, war memories, classroom blackboards that revealed different things about the students under a blacklight than under normal light (although my name was missing), and last, but not least, I threw a bigot in a toilet, but later had to rescue him because he was so far down (about 10 feet or so) that he couldn't get out by himself. Oh, yeah, then it was morning and there was ice on the ground and a gang of people were playing "crack the whip" on the ice. They had taken refuge from the night in a makeshift Christmas tree fortress and were now enjoying the ice. I, too, when I entered a building and saw its sloping floor covered in ice leaped on it and slip to the other end. I was a bit worried about falling, but I managed the slide in fine fashion, stating afterward, "Not bad for a 76 year old. I mean 74." Then I wondered what exactly
was my true age (I'm 64). There was also an x-rated scene involving a hole in the wall and a friend's uncharacteristic comment about when he saw and me shaking my head and exclaiming how he was crazy, but this is a family site, so I'll say no more about that.
