http://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=naming 2007-04-26T09:13:13Z http://everything2.com/user/naming/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+April+26%252C+2007naminghttp://everything2.com/user/naming2007-04-26T09:13:13Z2007-04-26T09:13:13Z <p> I find myself in a dusty street, at the boarder crossing of Egypt and some unknown country. </p> <p> There is no formality to the crossing, but the street swarms with Egyptian police. They wear blue uniforms and turbans - I have confused Egyptians and Sikhs. </p> <p> I walk into a <a href="/title/gutted">gutted</a> shop. It is a refuge from the bustling streets despite not having doors or windows. I lie down and try to sleep. </p> <p> A noise disturbs me. A policeman is approaching. I am afraid and raise a hand to acknowledge him. He looks down at me and says, "Thou shall not lionize an empty building." </p> <p> I apologize and leave. In the crowded streets again, I wonder - what the hell did he mean by that? </p> <p> A sense of having averted disaster overcomes me. I want to find the policeman and thank him profusely. </p> <p> As I look back to the store I notice my mother. She is wearing a beautiful dress - she might be going to an opera. Many men are talking to her. I walk up next to her and&hellip; http://everything2.com/user/naming/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+February+21%252C+2007naminghttp://everything2.com/user/naming2007-02-21T05:58:03Z2007-02-21T05:58:03Z <p>I was in an office building, holding my cousins new born son (i meet him once, about a year ago).</p> <p>Whenever i lifted him up the sun rose. Whenever i lowered him the sun set.</p> <p>I thought this was strange and tried to bring it to the attention of cubical workers. They ignored me and seemed annoyed.</p> <p>My supervisor was <a href="/title/Pope+Benedict+XVI">Pope Benedict XVI</a>. I wanted to talk to him about this, but he was busy on the telephone.</p> <p>I went back into the cubical farm to try my coworkers again. This time when i lifted him up/held him closer i realized everyone else was also holding a baby, very happily, and that they could not be distracted.</p> <p>I went back to my supervisor, and asked his secretary for a meeting. Through his open door i could see he was still engaged, but that he had become angry and was arguing with the person on the other end.</p> <p>I turned around to look back out into the cubical farm. I felt <a href="/title/frustrated">frustrated</a> and lost. I looked at the baby in my arms and thought about how&hellip;