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DREAM - 1/29/89
I’m in a house. It is “my House” but no house I have ever seen before. I had that dream feeling of ownership. I am in a back room of the house talking on the phone to my lover. A giant hummingbird starts flying around the room; humming of wings overwhelming the room. And then it sits on the other side of the red lamp and begins to clean itself. At first I was startled, thinking it was some giant insect instead of a giant hummingbird.
Sometimes I would confuse a normal sized hummingbird for an insect, so I guess that was no surprise.
My lover is anxious over the phone either from the humming noise followed by silence in the room or that I stopped talking when it stopped humming.
“It’s only a hummingbird in the house.” I look up at a high window near the ceiling. “It must have gotten in through the open window.” But the window looked too small for its head to get through let alone its beating wings. And the dream ended click of a phone disconnecting.
This morning, real time, not dream time, I am reading “Love in the time of Cholera” by G. Garica Marquez. I read there the old doctor comes home to rest and finds the servants chasing a parrot through the house.
QUESTION #1 – If I have pre-cognitive dreams, why do they have to be so trivial?
Like the reoccurring dream I have about having psycho-kinetic powers but all I can do is repeal small objects off of my body. It is a supernatural power with absolutely no value except maybe cleanliness.
QUESTION #2 – Are dreams of trivial things of not value?
QUESTION #3 – Shouldn’t all dreams be equal?
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