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Dreams I’ve had; unedited but (for better or worse) not always fully remembered.

dream.20111125: Arduino

by Rob Friesel

It’s an electronics store in a castle. Even the shelves are stone. We are in a rush, so I do not carefully inspect each item. I grab a basket. And I start filling it with parts. The breadboard, resistors… I don’t know what I’m looking for. I don’t even have a plan. I just start […]

dream.20111120: banquet

by Rob Friesel

A dinner party. A function. A banquet. But you arrive early. They shuffle you into a back room, a speakeasy type of lounge to wait. But it is the wrong one, even though you recognize some of your friends and acquaintances. You try to order a drink but there are interruptions. People in front of […]

dream.20111115: dubious genius

by Rob Friesel

You’re skeptical of him. You always have been. He comes on the scene, and some claim he has the credentials to back it all up–but what have you ever seen him do? Nothing. And your–well, it’s not quite contempt, but close enough to it, and it’s obvious to all. Fortunately, your encounters with him are […]

dream.20111101: in the outfield

by Rob Friesel

Me and J. McD. are sitting in period 1980s lawn chairs, smack in the middle of center field of some Little League game. (H.’s Little League game?) We’re drinking whiskey on the rocks from these crystal tumblers and talking about how such-and-such NBA player on such and such a team is going to help take […]

dream.20111025: forgotten

by Rob Friesel

Irony: barely being able to recall the details of a dream entirely centered around waking up from a dream with barely-remembered fragments of a poignant story idea. Something that would work well in (say…) 2,500 words. Something that should be a snap to jot down. Something involving a Luciferian figure. But the details itself dry […]

dream.20110815: log cabin

by Rob Friesel

Tromping through fields and woods, to RK’s log cabin. (He has a log cabin now?) There are three of us. She is new to us, a pretty young thing that says that she is “looking for a change” (and leaves it at that). We get back to his cabin; it’s dim inside but we make […]

dream.20110805: a move to DC

by Rob Friesel

In a sudden change of plans, we move our family to the District of Columbia. Our new home is small and brick and horrifically over-priced. (Why have we moved here? Some hasty follow-the-business decision?) I assume that the yard to the house is tiny but it actually seems impossibly large. And overgrown. And the first […]