The first image
is a baby in a bed.
My brother and I are discussing/arguing the relative values/merits of pre-cable and
The next image is a debate/discussion of these very values/merits by a panel of
Then, the image of a post-cable television, I think, that I have somehow, pushed over
and broken its connection.
My brother and I are looking for another connected television. We are in our mother's
room--it opens up and becomes an apartment. There are two women sleeping
here--neither is our mother. Regarding the main one, I have the thought--she is a
My brother is talking loudly, like a child. I am trying to shush him. The main woman
wakes up and chides him.
The next image is a group of tables outside, like a patio restaurant. I am talking with
the magician. We are talking about adventures. I, I think, am saying I am not so
interested in Odyssian adventures, but am more interested in Boccasian ones.
In from of us, it is snowing, or sanding. A police car is transforming: a big car to a
small one, and it slides in the snow or sand. We laugh.
Unlike my previous logs, I feel this is a complete dream, not a fragment. At least it
is as complete as these things go.