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Last night I dreamt I went bowling. It must have been 10 pin because we used the big balls with the holes in them.
The bowling pins were those blowup puch-em-down clowns. The ball had to hit them in just the right spot and they deflated. The puppy worked as a pin girl, running up and removing any deflated clowns.
I then went to visit a friend who lives beside a lake. He'd build a new living room addition that went out over the water. The floor was exactly level with the lake. There were no walls, and probably no roof but I didn't look up. It was reminiscent of those swimming pools that end in the sky/horizon. It would be very easy to take a swim or to just stumble into the lake. The furniture being out in the open was of no concern at the time.
They had a new private chef called VR. They were lauding his culinary expertise so I went out to the kitchen to find something to eat. I couldn't find any food so I opend about a hundred cupboards which were all empty. I finally opened a wee cupboard about 3 inches by 3 inches and found 2 pieces of wilted lettuce inside. Then I woke up.
I often dream about food. Whenever I go looking for it it disappears. If I do find some, it looks good from afar but when I get near enough to eat it it resembles nothing like food. This is very frustrating. The part of my brain that visualizes close-up food must be asleep.
WDE.
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