Dream Journal Forty-six.

It is difficult to extricate clusters of meaning from last night’s dream. The mesh    of images, like last night itself, had a blaring lucidity.

 

What little I can recall seems to include, again, Palomar College. I an of half a mind to

have the impression that Jason Wolf, the trumpet section leader from my first year in high school, made a cameo. Regardless of whether or not this was a fact,however,the feeling ident ified with his presence seems distinct.

 

Aspects of the dream appeared again as a battlefield.The setting was a video game. The dream seemed, at this point,to have been set predominantly between the second and third chakra. There was a mission ofsome sort that had to be fulfilled,and a sense of life-threatening but not terrifying desperation pervaded the scene.                           dm.A.A.