From: lstorm1@cbnewsb.cb.att.com (lee.storm)
Subject: Strange Adventure Dream
Keywords: Repost--other may not have made it.
Organization: AT&T
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 21:16:28 GMT


Greetings, y'all.  I tried posting this a week or so ago and I don't
know if it made it in or bounced or died or----.  So I figured I would
try again in hopes it works.  And if it worked before, KIL KIL KIL!

It's been a while since I've posted, but I haven't
had anything to say--until now, that is.  On Wed. Jul.15, I had a
dream that I would consider quite strange but fun, too.  Parts of it
were semi-lucid (i.e. I could control and predict).  I didn't do much
of that because I wanted to play the story out.

DREAM:
My husband and I were in a room talking, and somehow I had to go out
to our car to get something.  I walked out into a cool, showery
evening towards our Plymouth Voyager minivan.  As I headed towards it,
the engine started up by itself and it moved forward and backward,
about five feet each way, and just kept doing this until I got to it.
The door opened by itself and I sort of stood there wondering whether
I should get in and retrieve whatever it was I was looking for.  I got
in and the door closed--it was the passenger door.  I heard my husband
yell something from outside and the car took off.  It began talking in
my husband's voice, saying it had me and was taking me to see The
Boss.  I don't drive--I have a vision problem, but I knew I had to get
out.  So I got in the driver's seat and slammed my foot on the brake.
The car became upset and started accelerating so I kept my foot on
the brake and stepped on the emergency brake and shifted out of drive.
(Semi-lucid--I knew I was going slow enough to jump out and by jumping
out on the passenger side I would land in long thick grass.)  Yes, and
it was long, thick, very wet grass (since it was raining).  The car
kept on going and I stumbled into a Duncan Doughnuts and asked to use
their phone to call the police.  A little boy--perhaps 8 or 9, sort of
skinny--came up to me and told me it was too late.  He was going to
report to The Boss that he had me.  I knew I could dump him to the
ground and hold him there; I did not know he was a robot.  I was sure
that I could persuade him to see my way, which he did finally, but it
was too late.  The Boss's guys had a fix on us.  The boy/robot said he
would help me and we began running/half flying in a random grid
pattern to evade the "enemy".
We ended up in a sort of cave and sat tight until they were gone, the
 continued running.  It got dark, and I asked the boy/robot, Tommy,
how long he could continue like this.  He told me he could go on for
at least another day; there was only one thing that could harm him.
That one thing was moisture, and here we were in a misty, dewy night.
I began worrying about him and had him look for another cave, hole,
anything that seemed dryish.  We found a tunnel, and he took something
out of his head to check his condition.  He told me that the
deterioration had started, but there was still some time.  He picked
up some radio signals that sounded like police, they were close and we
might find help.  We found a door into a cramped little room with a
couple of policemen and and loud dispatch radio.  I tried to explain
my problem to them and found out that they were affiliated with The
Boss.  Last thing was I sort of gave Tommy a hug and then woke
up.----And just when it was getting good!

I've also had some very vivid taste dreams with some of the most
interesting stuff.  One thing was a large, flat nut that tasted like a
cashew and looked like a thin disk.  The other thing was supposed to
be an Eastern dessert that was sort of warm and had the consistency of
a cream to almost paste and tasted nutty and sweet with maybe a hint
of chocolate--YUM!

Forgive the rambling.  Here I have nothing to say for a while;
now------Let me shut up!

Love ya.

Lee
Do not walk behind me; I may not care to lead.   | (Mrs.) Lee Storm
Do not walk before me; I may not care to follow. | AT&T Bell Laboratories
Walk beside me, and be my friend.                | att!hlwpy!lstorm
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Do not walk behind me; I may not care to lead.   | (Mrs.) Lee Storm
Do not walk before me; I may not care to follow. | AT&T Bell Laboratories
Walk beside me, and be my friend.                | att!hlwpy!lstorm