I had
decided to skip one night before journaling again.
I wish the dream this time were
more mystical in temperament,but it appeared unusually straightforward in mood,
if convoluted in happenings. The details largely escape me, in the absence of a
unifying device or visible theme.
I remember distinctly the setting
of a city, with nothing looming or strange to set it apart from Actual cities.
I recall visiting a pizza parlour, yet again.
The motif of the Sprinter
train must have recurred several nights in a row by now. There had been agirl
that I was traveling with.At one point, I had to change compartments, as though
to flee from someone akin to a
terrorist.
The dream really appears tobea
cornucopia of recurring motifsfrom prior dreams. The playground,at least in
spirit, reappeared. The feeling of being in a video game persisted.
There was one noteworthy detail,
however: Prior to waking, I had a fantasy that both of my parents were dressed
as superheroes, lounging about on the couch in blue tights with plates of
armour like Christopher Nolan’s Batman.
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