Nightly collections of my R.E.M dreams. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Smith and Wesson

In my present difficulties. I begin to make a sort of progress at having more money availible. But I beginning to wonder if I'm going to have enough money to really do anything effective. Is that I am still trapped here, what would be the best use of my money if I get any? So I dreamt. In a tough night, I could barely sleep but I remember this snippet of a dream.

I was back in the house on 90th St in East Oakland. A busy throughfare, in a moderate to high crime area. I hated to be there when I lived there. It was dark a really dark night. My stepfather "Harold' was visiting me, I felt comfort at this but he had to leave in his truck. I guess the old green and siver one he used to have. I was going to miss Harold, but I looked on the couch and I saw a gun there.
Not an ordinary gun but a sort of small caliber..long barrel revolver? The barrel must have been at least 10" inches. So I wondered what to do this this weapon?. End of dream.

So in the morning after I woke up, I have the usual doubts ,"what is this dream" telling me?, is it anything contructive? How would having another firearm possibly help me in this situation..or spending my money on one. Is the dream more freudian?
Harold as a guide?

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