Dream Log 02-24-2011
Thu Feb 24, 2011 4:21:40 pm

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I am looking out of the bedroom window of the apartment where I grew up. There is a rope connecting the neighbor's window to the Brooklyn Bridge. A man stands on the rope and effortlessly glides to the bridge. He works on bridges and is accustomed to balancing precariously in such situations, so it's not a problem.

A few minutes later, a woman who saw this decides to imitate. She is wearing inline skates and skates on the rope from the bridge toward my neighbor's apartment. She very nearly completes the journey when she loses her balance and falls into the East River. Several minutes pass before someone pulls her out of the water. She is unconscious but alive.

I turn away from the window and I'm suddenly in a different place. I am in a large house in Vancouver. My grandmother secretly made plans to arrange a marriage for me, but she never told anyone about them. Based on notes that she left behind, a general consensus was formed that one of three possible candidates was supposed to be my wife. Those three women were together in the house. They knew about this marriage but I did not.

I saw a beautiful sunset and ran outside to take photographs. I discovered a large crater where Amish farmers were working. It was a spiral shaped terrace farm full of wheat.

The need to urinate awakens me.