Last night I dreamt that I was running through back yards, in a suburban setting. i could see families in their homes through the windows. The warm light and the comfort and uniqueness of each situation was interesting. I found things becoming more dense until I was in a closing courtyard that had no way out by simply retracing my steps. I entered a window and ran freely from one unit to the next, through access panels in the backs of closets on the joining walls. The people were mildly startled, but there was no violence. I ended up in a utility tunnel trying to get back out to the country. There isn't much to the dream, and it had no surprise ending like Dave's; I just woke up and brushed my teeth. But the whole thing had me thinking about the Edgar Cayce take on reincarnation and past lives and how the soul is in this body temporarily. I thought about how Cayce's readings indicated people are related in the current life owing to unresolved issues in previouis incarnations. To me, it al makes as much sense, and more than any other dogma or ideology. I thought about how we all are in touch in here, without our bodies, and how many of us survived, together, coming from the other place, after our own forty days in the various wildernesses. I hope future generations don't find some archive of us and get us all tangled up in a misguided star trek religion. I had chili for supper last night. I think I'll lay off the spicy stuff for a while. <br><br><br><br>Don't be too circumspective - you'll end up traveling slower than the speed of life.

Gads! They might end up worshipping Lucif/Polymerase's Pink Unicorn! <br><br>[color:green]Pictures and things</font color=green>

Wow. Sometimes I dream where I am trying to get out of a buiilding or maybe a stadium. I go from room to room thinking that that is the way out but find it just leads to another room. Most of the time this dream continues like this until I force myself to wake up. <br><br>dave<br><br><br><br>