This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.
The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.
I was at my Grandma B.'s, at what seemed to be some kind of family reunion; a whole bunch of people were there, including my aunt Rose, and maybe my aunt Donna from Texas. We were all gathered around and I remember it was a reunion or Christmas or something; I was looking at some kind of thing that I got, which told about how God created the world by crumpling up a piece of paper; when He crumpled this piece of paper, it's like He compounded everything of His creation together into one piece, like the world, and I was looking at a picture representing this. It was like an MC Escher drawing; it was of the Arctic, and in the water at the bottom of the page, it was in black and white; I could see penguins, then the water seemed to dissolve into a white landscape, and on this land I think there were more penguins and polar bears, and in the sky there were stars. I read something about the stars; when God created the world, it said, the stars were really rabbits; I don't know what that meant, but that's what I knew. There may also have been flying penguins in the picture, although penguins don't really fly.
I was standing with a group of people made up of the women of the family, and we realized that there was some kind of plot going on, a bad plot, and there had been somebody who knew what was going on. So I was telling these women it had to be this other person who knew, because she'd known to tell somebody something about the plot, which meant she must be in on it. Everybody was shocked about this.
Available illustrations:
* The Arctic picture. [arrows pointing at stars] God's "rabbits." [down arrow] sea & land melted together. black & white, like M. C. Escher etching
