Sunday, April 20, 2014

Dreams .....

Over the approximately seven years that I lived with my uncle and his wife, I often had what I called "escape dreams" in which I was trying to run away from various captors.  Quite often, I was being held prisoner by Germans, which I attribute to the numerous WWII-themed TV shows of that era, but even then I recognized that the people I was trying to escape from were actually my uncle and (more significantly) his wife.  Occasionally I recorded dreams in my diary, but often I forgot the details before I was able to write them down.
 
One exception is the escape dream I had in late July, 1970.  It was strikingly vivid in its details and realism (I physically *felt* some dreamed objects), and I was able to get it all on paper while it was still fresh in my mind.
 
I present it here exactly as I penned it in 1970:
 
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"I had another dream the other night.  It is the worst dream and one of the most realistic dreams I have ever had."
 
If I'd run as much in my waking life as I did while dreaming,
I wouldn't have had a weight problem.