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DREAM TIME

I normally don't remember my dreams but there are some classics that are not only memorable but stereotypical. Somehow I want my memorable dreams to be unique but I can't come up with any.

I just had one of the classics. I am at MIT and it is the middle of the term and I have yet to go to class.

There is more than a grain of truth in this, actually. I did not attend some classes. I got behind in some work. I was more interested in the extra-curricular and the surrounding city than I was an academic.

In this one I have attended no classes at all in any courses and am hatching a scheme to go in and get started in time to save my ass.

Other standard dreams that I remember have to do with my work as a management trainer. The one where I have no material or the easel pads don't work or the class doesn't show up or they are dismissive of my presentation. Sometimes I am naked as well. Somehow I do not mind this.

There are the travel dreams. I am going somewhere but I am not sure where and don't seem to have a ticket. Often, the destination is international. I look to phone for information and can't read my cell phone. Or find it.

I rarely travel naked.

I do occasionally get a flight. Sometimes the flight doesn't actually leave the ground or it only goes about fifty feet high and swoops under trees. Sometimes I have no seat and have to stand.

All of these have a lot of reality to them. Anxieties about work or travel are pretty standard.

The classroom one is based on events fifty years ago. The training and travel not so long.

In all of these it is possible that I will add a short piece on an apartment that I have had for a long time but not used and it can appear as a safe haven. I could go there to study or train or stay somewhere at the end of a trip. The apartment is the one we rented in Hawthorne Place in Boston and while I might forget the combination to the mailbox there is always a key and the place is always ready to use. Food in the refrigerator. Clean. Home.

OK. Get out your Dreambooks.

This is going nowhere. I am just saying.