Still unpacking and sorting after my condo was attacked by flooding misfortune and black mold. The bottoms are still off the walls and the chihuahuas still visiting safety in Atlanta. To my great surprise, a large box surfaced today containing files from my grad school years I had forgotten all about. Included was material from three year’s attendance at the International Dream Conference. In addition to recent findings in research, I recall a Dream Ball where one was invited to come attired as in one of our dreams. (I do recall the woman who came and danced with us in the nude. Why didn’t I think of that?!)

The first dream conference I attended was in Charlottesville, Va., in 1985, and I learned about content analysis of dreams, astral projection, dreams as disease alerts, Julian Jaynes’ ideas and much more. The topic of dream journals over time was stressed, and during a later dream conference one professional related a brief dream scene she had experienced, identical to her client’s. I don’t believe she shared the experience with the client.

All this is leading to wondering if the figure of our president appears in my dreams, possibly reflecting traces of his personality in me. Surely he is a powerful force, and a concern in my life. I’m going to keep a watch out for him….
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OUR OWN HOMELESS REFUGEES

From he of the slow step,
unfocussed stare and hangdog
posture:

Mom, you would not recognize
your boy today. Without a home
or job he is lost to the world. He
has joined Earth’s refugees.

Nan