Thursday 04052001

All very weak dreams. At first I wondered if they were dreams at all.Very weak visuals.
I remember my brother F____ from one dream. The last dream had me and my wife looking through little shops. I stopped into one with tapestries and pillows. I had along with me a large pillow which is right this very moment on the sofa in the living room. He said I must be a very happy man indeed to have a pillow like that. The Pillow has patterns woven onto one side -- leaves, triangles, berries... all in earth tones. The other side of the pillow is smooth (the side with the pattern is rough) and dark green. He sais the pattern reminds him of his old partner's (his business partner who is no longer in business). He starts pulling out clothing and tapestries and handing them to me until I cannot hold all of them. He gets annoyed because I keep dropping things. He tells me of this old partner who created all the clothing and tapestries we are looking at. Now it comes out that this partner is the shopkeeper's father. His name (the father's) is Oman. I remark that I recently met a musician named Oman and wonder if this is his father but then give up this train of thought because Oman was about the same age as the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper is showing me with the tapestries how his father's style and skills developed over the years.

I have to break away from all of this because M_____ is running AMOK! She keeps finding stuff to eat. Most of the food however is being ground into the floor. I finally catch up to her in some narrow pantry closet. She has opened, scattered, crushed and mashed several "lunchables". She goes to bite me.

Comments: The shops look a lot like the ones I saw in Sedona. Oman was the name of the musician at my wedding in Sedona on March 24th. Biting is also a theme appearing in another dream from last night.

I think the setting for this other dream was the little creekside cottage I and my wife stayed at the day we got married.
M_____ found a couple of  frogs in the cottage. They were the same frog. I can't remember exactly how they were bothe the same frog but they were. The more colorful, older, skinnier (starved!) one and the plump, colorless young one were both the same.
I wanted to take the frogs outside and let them go but M_____ was fighting me. The younger frog kept biting my hands. He was actually bringing blood. The older frog was also trying to get away, but I had him on a string.
I don't think I ever got to set the frogs free.