dream engine

The dream engine keeps me from eating

Another bad restaurant dream (decide for yourself which noun “bad” belongs with). Spouse and I were in The Hague with a male friend (don’t know which friend it was, though it was one who exists in waking life as well) looking for a place to eat. Many places were closed, whether because it was a

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The dream engine sends a bus

I’d been visiting an aunt — I don’t have many aunts left, and I don’t think the dream aunt was one who actually exists in waking life. The house was the previous one we lived in though in a different town and much further from the station than the real house is. And this was

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The dream engine fails to feed me

After a convoluted dream in which I was taken through what I supposed to be my entire dreamscape, somewhat like the sequence in Valerian and the City of 1000 Planets where he falls through several levels of Alpha, I achieved stability and the company of my spouse and we were hungry. There was a restaurant

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The dream engine eats my bank card

First of the Worldcon anxiety dreams, I suppose. (ETA: Had another one but it was much less detailed and involved mostly food.) It started innocuously enough: I had one book out and another ready to reveal at Worldcon (which is in fact true, except that the first isn’t wildly popular and the dream one was)

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The dream engine fails to provide plot

It provided kittens, though: two of them, greyish, one with narrow stripes and one with broad splotchy stripes, sleeping on the half-packed or half-unpacked suitcases lying on one or both of our ginormous kitchen tables. (The kitchen was also ginormous. That may be a result of finishing the writeup of Monday’s game session.) Or playing

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The dream engine goes alien

I don’t know if we actually had alien overlords or only a small infestation of aliens, but they were all over the place where I was: a large complex, like a conference centre, large enough that a little train ran to some faraway parts. Different kinds of aliens: one we talked to looked most like

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The dream engine tells me a story

But before I was awake enough to even consider getting up and writing it, I remembered only the beginning (and the changed version of that, too). It was originally about St Anthony or some very well-known saint like that, set in a swamp, and when I told it to Spouse I said I was worried

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The dream engine brings the bishop

I came into church late for some reason, it was Palm Sunday, and my turn to read (on this year’s Palm Sunday, last Sunday, I read the hours and the thanksgiving prayer but not the Epistle). I had some trouble determining at what point in the service we were, and suddenly there was an ektenia

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The dream engine gives me a superpower

A very restricted one: if I mentioned an animal in normal conversation that animal would appear within, say, five minutes. It had to be a plausible animal in the situation — no amount of talking about whales in a town centre would cause one to appear, but when I mentioned a pony to a woman

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The dream engine strands me in Spain

Or something like that, though most of the signs were in Dutch. Perhaps it was the Spanish coast that’s practically a Dutch colony, or used to be at the end of the last century anyway. The ride there was lots of fun, on a one-person vehicle that was a cross between a dodgems car and

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