Last night, and lately, I've had a tremendous number of dreams.  I have not written them down.

Today I woke at 4 am, so there's nothing to do but write them down.

For now, I barely remember two that happened, and while I'm remembering I have a strong sense of this person at work, a vision I had, and that is getting mixed up in this, too, but that was not a dream, but a vision, and it's all getting mixed up with that song memory thing via Chromatique that I just talked about, and that's happening too, it's all happening and it seems like being alive is the most incredible experience.

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I remember sitting in that room I had, by the open window, at the computer.  The hills stretched out forever, the sun fell down, and the fog would come and go, and I remember that breeze that would sweep in, the smell of the hills.  The feeling imbued everything.  On the screen, that strange game, itself a bizarre exercise in atmosphere (the British one, where you were that little person and if you fell, the animation showed you scrunched to a ball-- I can't remember the name)-- I think I'm pulling from things, because the UK games and the UK songs had the strongest impact, how can an 8-bit computer game have 'atmosphere' to this degree-- I think I was doing what always happens, I was plugging into the time and the mentality and the surroundings of the person making it, just like on this song, I think Vangelis is UK, just like when I heard the Dots, but this is digression, I'm trying to point out how I get in the head of the person, I can feel their surroundings, this is why I can't enjoy all artists, because some of them have so much angst, and that hurts, or some artists are only in this euphoric state for a short period of their career, it's the time when you still have hope, it's like the way I felt back then, an artist too.

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I was at this party for me, it was like the celebration I went to for my friend's graduation and her uncle was at my party, too.  It was in some older brightly lit place that was sort of like the church we lived in, only the walls were like they were cinderblock covered with plaster or adobe... smooth, cream-colored walls.  The place was messy like how we lived, various conglomerations of furniture with coverings.

I just remember feeling like I should be a good sport, I didn't care much that we were celebrating for me, I wanted to make sure the guests were comfortable and that my host knew I 'appreciated' it.

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This other dream was similar, may have been an extension, because the 'house' was similar, but maybe a different area, certainly a different time.  Thomas was there and there were dogs.  There was also a piano.

I remember there were clothes everywhere, the furniture was in coverings, there were dogs, and Thomas was going out somewhere, maybe this was his house, and I decided to stay there for some reason, like I was gonna just hang out while he ran errands, and I was gonna play the piano.

It was pretty trippy because the house had the atmosphere and general shape (though larger) of Jeff's house in Banning, all those years ago.  It also had the feel of a mixture of all my friends' houses.  It's like the vibe was a mix of Jeff and Piers' houses, and our house, and Thomas' house.

Which is really weird.  A 'house' (see Jung) which featured all the vibes of the places of my closest friends, all mixed into one.

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Now there were other dreams, but I cannot remember them.

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I had a very strange vision before I went to bed, the sort of thing that hits you, and you suddenly understand something of someone, better.

This involved a person that I work with, and the vision was bohemian in the extreme.  It was the type of thing I would never think of, on my own.  It just came to me, and I suddenly saw this person in a new way and had a new understanding of her, and of some others.