Saturday, June 8, 2013



I am heading to a beach house on an island and am on either a train or a ship going over water.  Sitting quietly and anonymously, I am paged to the phone, which is mounted to the wall of the train/ship.  A young pilot with wavy reddish hair announces that it is an important call from the FBI.  Stunned, I say hello and a hysterical woman on the other end relates how her husband has betrayed her.  I do not know the woman or how she knew of and located me on the transport.  All that aside, I try to comfort her with the fact she is in the company of so many good women who find themselves being eliminated in the love equation by espousal fickleness.  Feeling made quite important ( the FBI and all) I take my seat and resume the journey.

I take a call from the FBI.


Instead of the beach house, I am let out in an older suburb of Los Angeles and I go in and out shops and residences as if with a realtor.  We take note of the negative aspects of the buildings, in particular the balcony/patio of one residence, presumably a rental.  I admire the handiwork in the shops.

I walk through buildings in LA.

I swear I change bodies with other people at night.  Once I dreamed I boarded a submarine at Gwynn's Island and came up near a big city at night with all the amazing lights imaginable.  Evidently I lack stimulation for which I compensate in dreams.

I marvel at the night lights of some unknown city.


  1. This is wonderful. It has all the early makings of a book. I can never remember details in my dreams, but I did wake up this morning knowing I'd been having a happy dream, and, as soon as it began to turn bad, I woke up, still feeling good.
    I've been (mysteriously, I thought) sick for a year or more, and finally convinced my doctor to take me seriously (Old Lady Syndrome, you know) so he changed my blood sugar meds, and the horrible wrenching pain went away. It's a mackerel!
    Thank goodness he finally listened to me, because I was getting weaker, and more and more tired, every day by then. Hadn't been able to do anything useful for ages.
    Now I'm my old self (some aches, some pains, some grumbles, but nothing screamingly bad) and working on getting my strength back. Happy dreams help. FBI dreams sound wonderfully exciting.

    1. Glad your meds got regulated. We are in that place where we need help. Husband's little gadget (we got the statement) cost 69,000 dollars! Glad we have insurance.

  2. You're sure it was the FBI who called?

  3. isnt it amazing the dreams we have? recently i have had several corkers .. no they didnt involve wine ...

  4. Write them down! Night before last I dreamed two men were shooting ponies on Waverly Lane, and when I woke up I was giving them what for!

  5. So, when is your book coming out?

  6. on the way to the beach, in dream tradition the destination changed to LA and a whole new set of circumstances ensued. That was part 2. The sub was another whole dream.