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Entries this day: Dream Honest In_Sara's_package Meditation_of_sorts Dream 11:54am JST Thursday 9 December 2004 Fred and I were over a streambed, in a small bit of woods in Japan. To our left was a field with grass and we were just in the edge of the trees on some type of wide grating over a creek. I found a cache of pachinko balls of different sizes down in the mud, but i couldnt' reach them. Fred, having smaller and apparently longer arms was able to reach them. We worked together; he collected them and I held them as they came up. No concern about either of us hoarding them unfairly. He came up with some coins as well, and I thought to myself that I would give him all the coins and split the pachinko balls with him. Cause I hadn't seen the coins at all, just the pachinko balls, so if not for Fred, I woudln't have known they were there. Then he pulled up a super old and good conition coin, that I thought was printed in 1918, a ten yen coin. I wanted to keep *that* coin, but still intended to give him all the rest. I made a rule, "I'll get the coins of numismatic value, and give Fred the rest." That seemed fair to me, given there were far more coins that were numismatically less valuable than their face value. Some guy came to hang out in the area, so we quit collecting, and actually decided it was a good time to leave. Fred said something about a bus, and I walked out toward the field. There was a guy from the previous part of my dream up there, and he said, "Fred just got on a bus." "Really??" I was astonished (and a bit envious); there was a bus stop/station underground connected to the creek! The guy was like, "you have a package [back at the house]," and I was like, "thank you." I go, "I have to *run* back [to catch Fred]," and the guy understood. I started to run, but my hoodie was intractably caught on a nub of a tree branch; I tried to just yank free, but it was like, [no] and I relaxed, moved back an inch, got free, then began to run and I woke up. I wonder if there is a package for me downstairs. permalinkHonest 12:08pm JST Thursday 9 December 2004 I checked outside my door, and found a package. From Sara. She sent it October 22, and it just got here today. permalinkIn Sara's package 12:12pm JST Thursday 9 December 2004 Oh Sara, thank you soooo much!!
Thank you, Sara!!! permalinkMeditation of sorts 5:13pm JST Thursday 9 December 2004 Nothing seemed interesting during my attempt at meditation. I sat in my chair, slumped in my chair, leaned back in my chair, used janette's blanket to prop up my head in my chair, balanced in the chair, stared at the blinking light on the heater, tried to discern the temperature LED on the heater, lay on my bed, slept, woke up, used my alarm's snooze at five minute intervals to keep me alert, stared at the ceiling, stared at my eyelids, and wondered if I should buy the CDs from Monroe Institute or not. This was over a period of 1.75 hours. Awright. I wonder how much the amount of sugar I've consumed today affected my experience. permalinkprev day next day |