dream engine

The dream engine provides a green car

It was a hired car, though, small and bottle-green. I drove it all over a compound that was half housing estate and half residential hotel (the latter called “Noma”, I think) until I got bogged down in a garden that belonged to a couple of very delightful little old ladies. “I’ll come and collect it

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The dream engine finds a priest

Whee, my first choir anxiety dream! For some reason Fr T couldn’t serve the Liturgy: he had come back from a conference early on the Sunday morning, which may have had something to do with it. He was present in the church, even in the altar, but the serving priest was Joke Kolkman from the

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The dream engine embarrasses me

By making me show up at a doctor’s office wearing only a (shortish) T-shirt. It was probably some kind of specialist or therapist, because I’d had to go all the way to Maastricht for it. (We currently have a house-guest who lives in Maastricht, so the exact choice of place may be from that.) I

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The dream engine holds a procession

I was working in the town I live in now but in a place with a wider view than our house — it was possible to see much of a large square and, by looking to the right from the window, the intersection with a shopping street. I’d already been in the square (market?) and

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The dream engine doesn’t let me sleep

I was travelling home by stages and spent the last night in what is in waking life my own town (but apparently in the dream it wasn’t or I could just have gone home), in a derelict house on a little island in the city moat (there is in fact an island in the city

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The dream engine sends me back to school

For the third time in as many months, and I was again late. Though not as late as the teacher. I was the first in the classroom for a religion class in the first period on Wednesday, knowing I was late; then a woman appeared who I thought must be the teacher, but the actual

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The dream engine gives me deadlines

I’d accidentally committed myself for two events on the same Saturday: one roleplaying/reading/writing/fandom-related, and one church/choir-related. Each was with a handful of other people, non-overlapping. I’d made six small posters (or one poster with six panels) for one of the events and I knew people would expect me to explain it/them, or show it off,

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The dream engine knows my alignment

There was a spiffy new ticket machine at the railway station: black, chest-high, with a large slanted touchscreen like an ATM. It showed not only my ticket information (as in “you have 2 free old-lady travel days”) but also my alignment and spells. I don’t remember what my alignment was, though I assume it was

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The dream engine insists on beef

I went to a small restaurant alone where I’d been with Spouse not a week earlier: not hard to find, but hard to get to, down a flight of stairs that were almost a ladder to a rickety landing at the side of a narrow town-centre canal, possibly in Utrecht. I knew that they had

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The dream engine provides people of affairs

I’d inherited a large old house with everything in it, and a lot of money as well (either in the bank/securities/whatever or in chests in the house). With the house came a man of affairs, a spare dark grumpy person who showed me everything from the attics down. When we got to the ground floor,

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