what_i_don't_learn_from_my_dreams leif Last night I had an anaphylactic reaction to something...and no one would take me seriously. I could feel my throat closing around the words "help, please, I'm allergic...I can't brea..." I eventually found benadryl and chugged it. Why wouldn't anyone help me? 150918 ... epitome of incomprehensibility So Malala Yousafzai didn't really email me, as she did in a dream... though was a bit startling to see her name in my inbox, she was writing on behalf of a charity initiative that was sending a mass email. Mass email = an email for weight and space, for Catholic churches, for math with a lisp. 150918 ... e_o_i Oh, and last night, it isn't true that my Ontario aunt and uncle started living together in 1976 but didn't get married until 2008. I was puzzling over that in the minutes after I woke up, since it seemed plausible that they could've pretended to be married when they weren't to appease more conservative friends and relations, but they just couldn't have gotten married in 2008, because my uncle was dead by then. (When did they really get married? Sometime in the 70s, I think - more than a decade before my parents did. But anyway.) 150918 ... jane how to deal with black widows. reference dream 10890, part C. 150922 ... paste! top 5 methods for transforming into a nappy 9-foot sasquatch before the wine bar closes. the 8th best method just leaves me with shortened leg bones. 150923 ... raze how to find some measure of lasting peace when my eyes are open. 240421 ... ovenbird How to help my son adjust to high school. When I bump into a mom friend in a dream she says only that she was a "goodie" in high school so doesn't have any advice for me. 250913 ... ancasa.reyn i've long considered dreams as just a way our brains randomly deal with information they've been fed over the course of our lifetimes. my dreams almost never have any coherent narrative. sequences of events have no logical connection. people from various times in my life pop up in completely out-of-context ways. and then, i almost always forget my dreams upon waking. some are too vivid for that to happen, but even those fade within hours. occasionally, i've thought of writing down my dreams, but that diary would be very thin because i forget my dreams almost instantly. that said, i still recall a dream from when i was little, maybe eight years old. i had gone to bed while my parents entertained company in the kitchen. i shared the bedroom with one of my brothers and our beds were on opposite sides of the room, the headboards pointed south. on that south wall was a window that swung open. it had blue-grey-ish gingham curtains with a checkered pattern. the dream was probably a typical nightmare for kids of that age. a witch appeared at the window and i, not knowing what to do, sought refuge in the kitchen. i balled myself up on the floor amidst the legs and laughter and smoke and beer drinking and card playing. no witch was going to get me. and no witch got me. i don't recall if i woke up in the middle of it or if the dream simply permanently etched itself into my brain. i don't know what there might have been to learn from it. people i know or have known often appear in my dreams, and i retain a memory of their appearances for a while, but rarely the context. once, one of my earliest true loves, who had died a year or so before at 26, told me that everything would be all right. so, maybe because i consider dreams as a way our brains randomly deal with information they've been fed over the course of our lifetimes, i've never bothered to give them much intellectual weight, or to think about what i might have learned from them. or didn't learn from them. 250913 what's it to you? who go blather from