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Dream Number 42: “She leaves no boot prints.”
February 23, 2009, 10:37 pm
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B. Marcy sends the following dream:

(Please note that “Alice Radcliff is not the actual name of the individual in the dream)

I see Alice Radcliff walking in the snow. She’s wearing a vanilla scarf in an expensive grey overcoat with large buttons that extends down to her knees. Below it are dark navy jeans, which lead down to black boots. The fashioned look is topped with a Golden Gopher stocking cap. She moves at an even pace: not in haste, not slow. Her hands are shoved in her coat pockets close to her body.

The snow is lightly falling but the surroundings are black. There is no setting or horizon. The snow does not come down from clouds but rather appears out of the blackness. There is no source of light: only illumination. Only Alice Radcliff and the snow, falling and on the ground, can be seen.

My view keeps with her pace moving along side of her. The view is focused only on her. She does not see me or I am not there. Continue reading



Dream Number 33: “…naked except for a classic Donna Reed apron.”
February 20, 2009, 5:26 pm
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B. Marcy writes:

I walk down the steps to the front of a basement apartment. It’s a cement staircase leading down nine steps. The black metal bars comprise the rail and the window dressings. The door is old and heavy.

I walk in through the door and step down into the kitchen. A broom and coat closet to your immediate right. To the left is long and narrow: sink facing the barred window. There’s refrigerator opposite the closet in 1950s style that generates the vision of what an ice box should be. A stove opposite the window with cut opening that looks down into a living room: it allows some light to come in through the barred windows. The floors are linoleum of yellow and light green which is stripping up in the corner. The cabinets are old with a peeling plaster white like the walls.

An elementary school friend is standing over the stove naked except for a classic Donna Reed apron. She’s frying an egg in a rusted skillet pan. She’s a contrast to the motif with her Vietnamese facial features and jet black hair. The perfect pedicure of her naked feet is far more interesting than any other body part. Continue reading