Awake about 2:30 AM from a dream of being on a pirate ship. The ship was rotting and falling apart because the pirates were too debauched to care for it. I knew it was about to fall apart, so I went and abstracted some delicate tools (almost like watchmaker’s tools) from the workroom. I didn’t know if they would do me any good, but I thought it would be a shame if they were lost. I put them in my ‘ditty bag’. I also got a blackish bottle with some kind of hard liquor or drug; that I knew would be useful. I felt hostile and suspicious eyes on me as I went about my prepartions to leave.
There was a time when I went out of my way to record my dreams, and took great efforts to remember them. I have a huge file of them, including a record of vivid dreams I remembered from years ago. A couple of years ago I gave up such compulsive recording, however. But I do occasionally jot down the stray odd dream now and then. I call them the Dream Wars, because they tend to pop up when my sleep is unusually disturbed or erratic, and are usually in the nature of some kind of conflict or dubious action.
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