So here's a question for the readership: Are the dream posts something I should continue with OR do you wish I would stop posting them?
My original thought posting them was that I would discover material to use in my stories (and I have). But possibly folks would rather read about irises and waking life in Eugene instead.
Send me an e-mail or something.
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Last night's dream involved a kind of inspector. She was 40-something and was trying to spruce up the neighborhood. I'm not sure if she was with the city or not -- our house wasn't the house we live in during waking hours, but some kind of dream-amalgam house.
Accompanying the inspector was a kind of handy-man. I think he was 60-something; he had a grizzled face, short white hair and he wore white coveralls. He started triming the vines growing over our front porch. This was bad because we wanted them to grow there. I spent a great portion of the dream yelling at the inspector and her henchman that I wanted what they were going to do to our property in writing, with start and finish dates.
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