I’m not Walter
Sick today. The power was out for awhile. I had a wind-up radio which seems to only charge the battery for a few minutes at a time, and I couldn't find any local news. It's very difficult to get real-time news in a small town. We have no TV station, so we rely on the newspaper. Sometimes I hear about local news first on the Seattle TV stations.Dreams:
I forgot to mention another dream from November where a doctor was showing me two videos where I apparently hit my head. The videos played over and over, and the doctor said that I remembered the first time, but need to remember the second. When I woke up I thought "When did I hit my head the second time?" and then, "but wait, I never hit my head a first time either." Outside of the doctor's office, I could see the border, which is a recurring theme in my dreams. In my mind,I think the border is the "other side" as in crossing over. What would that mean? It's a desert. There aren't any people there. In this dream, though, the arid hillsides were terraced, reminding me of vineyards. While dreaming, I think I can go there whenever I want, but am not sure about returning. I imagine dreams of crossing over are similar to "death" in Tarot. Some sort of change.
December Dreams:
My dreams last week were generally unhappy, but amusing. Last week, I wasn't even me. In the last dream I recall, a colleague shows me photos of a really large person. She says she could teach me to lose weight. I know that the person in the photos is not me, but do not make the jump to lucid. Later in the dream, I am speeding through a department store in one of those motorized carts. A large elderly man, who was too happy and likely drunk, stops me and says "I love you, Walter."
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