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Dreaming; Night of
June 12, 1986
       7:34              3It seems like I've had this dream before, but I'm starting to think that I was just under a dream compulsion to think so and that this really wasn't recurrent. In the dream, however, I knew that I had done it all before (and sometimes knew that I had dreamed it all before) and I was acting upon that knowledge, avoiding the pitfalls and useless plot turns that I'd taken before. I was rushing toward the place where I knew I'd woken before so that I could continue from there in the direction I wanted to go. The dream itself was SF and involved with many characters and much intrigue—most of which I was able to avoid since I could now see through their subterfuges, having seen them all before. I think, but am not certain, that we were all captives of some aliens who wanted our assistance in some capacity. Just before the dream ended, I got into the quarters of one of the men, after fighting with another who didn't want me to do so. I discovered a tank with a viscous liquid in it and immediately "remembered" that he was being paid by the aliens with eternal life, which he got by soaking in the tank. The man I had fought had not known this; he had had his own reasons for not wanting me to go into the other man's quarters (incidentally, the man with the tank was very Captain Kirk-like). More before. Just before I woke, as I lost the dream, I saw some words appear, designating the dream as the work of some woman (name forgotten) who was without a home or people and saying that it would continue at a later date. (G)
     1V and I had just moved in with some (8-10 at least) relatives of his, older men and women. They were quite odd. V and I had come in late from somewhere (I forget now where, though I seem to recall something about a carnival) and had just missed dinner, but with the help of an eccentric old man, I fixed myself a plate of leftovers. He was looking for a key and asked me to help him find it, hinting that I would have great problems if it weren't found. I was looking behind the covering on a window when I saw a huge (slightly larger than my hand), mostly blue creature climbing up the window on the inside. It looked something like a cross between a crab and a scorpion, complete with large pincers. I was horrified, but saw that the old man was not unduly concerned, so I reexamined it and found that it was plastic and set up to move in a regular way. A bit more with these relatives, then a slight shift. I was at home in the kitchen (Mollylea) talking to M. I compared V's relatives with some people we had known, upon which she got upset because they weren't that great of people. I calmed her down a bit, but I was slightly worried myself so I asked her for a knife, fork, and spoon out of our old set of silverware so that I'd have something to eat with if worse came to worst. She thought this a good idea, but told me that our entire set of old silverware was gone, reminding me of the occasion of its loss. Perhaps a bit else. (H)