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We were playing a game in the street, though I was really just watching. The kids would run up and down the side of the street, and though it was a sunny day, there was a constant flow of water in the gutter. Maggie Byrkit would run with the kids. When she dropped her ball (which I think was made of tar or chewing gum or silly putty) into the stream, the kids would pick it up. Maggie then had to go sleep on my grandmother's front porch. When the kids woke up Big Bird, also sleeping on the porch, he would throw water on Maggie and wake her up. She took her ball back from the kids, and they would all play again.


Kelly and I stood in front of the refrigerator looking at a bottle of grey powder. I tried to read the instructions in the bottle, but they were only in Slovak or Dutch. I couldn't figure it out. I think the Dutch directions were supposed to be humorous. Chris was trying to sleep on the bed, and we shouldn't have been there. We were disturbing him.

We got there by bus and then by boat. I was sleepy and sick during the trip. When I tried to cross the river, I thought it was huge. But I moved a stone and realized it was nothing more than a little stream. The rocks were red. It was Arizona.

I came so close to a lucid dream.

I was not especially tired last night, so in my light sleep I had long, confused, bad dreams. I don't remember much of them; I know these themes came up in order but somewhat blurred into each other...

All through these dreams, I had a sense of helplessness, and a feeling that I could improve my situation if only I was in control of it. What I needed was to make the dream a lucid one. At one point, I actually told myself: "Hey, maybe this is a dream. If this is a dream, I should be able to hit my head against that wall and it won't hurt." (thunk) "Ow. Now why did I do that? Of course this isn't a dream..."

I should have remembered to look at my hands.

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