I was in a conference room, sitting around a table with a number of people. An older man, rotund and balding, treated me with disdain. I didn’t know why. So, I left the room and found myself in the large hall of a movie theatre (when distressed, go see a movie). There were cushioned seats along the wall, and I sat down. A young woman came over and sat next to me.
But then the conference broke up and everyone spilled into the hallway. Why was my mom there? I walked toward her and started complaining that the balding man didn’t know a thing about me. Why did he pre-judge me like that? She started to say something but I woke up.
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Wow, apparently I don't remember my dreams half as often as you do. When I do, I sometimes blog them. I can't get anybody to let me tell them my dreams.
I have about 3 dreams blogged. Here's one about Chucky called, "I Dream of Chucky". I couldn't seem to link the one post so you'll have to scroll down if you wanna read it.
http://itsrelative.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_itsrelative_archive.html
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