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When you are old and feeble, making tea counts as cooking (a dream)
Yesterday

My subconscious mind has been slow to pick up on the fact that I'm not getting any younger. Often my dreams deal with past versions of myself and the other people who have been in my life.

However, last night was clearly about what to do about approaching old age. It was a compassionate dream. I travelled around quite bit visiting other elderly people and trying to see how we could all work together to help each other. Some were about to move (out of necessity, not choice), and I was trying to connect them with others who had extra space that they could move into.

Some were very old, and about all the cooking they could manage was making tea. This brought back to me what my mother has said often: some elderly people live on tea and toast. It's easy to fix, and easy to digest.

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Chickens are very poor drivers (a dream)
2 Days Ago

Even when you put half a dozen live chickens in a car, they won't be able to pool their driving skills enough to safely operate the vehicle. At least they couldn't do it in my dream. Nevertheless, there were several teams of us who tried to teach our chickens to drive. It really was kind of scary to see the various chicken-driven cars wobbling back and forth down the road, with the cars eventually going off the road and either tipping over or hitting a tree or a wall.

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Beethoven's Soup (a Dream)
4 Days Ago

I dreamed that I had found an old soup recipe that Beethoven had invented. Being a perfectionist, he must have tweaked it until it was a culinary masterpiece. So, I got a huge souppot to make it in, as the recipe called for a lot of different ingredients and fairly large amounts of each: Different kinds of meat, both rice and potatoes, plenty of root vegetables and beans, as well as a long list of herbs and spices. It also got put through a blender just before serving (not that Beethoven had blenders, but it *was* supposed to pureed by some method or other).

After a great amount of work and time, I finished cooking it, and invited plenty of friends in to taste it. It was pretty good, we all agreed.

Then I went out to do some errands, ending up at a shopping mall. Supper time rolled around, and I thought I would eat at a restaurant at the the mall. Wouldn't you know, the restaurant I walked into was serving the same recipe!

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Sinister leaves, the Supreme Court, and Meryl Streep (a dream)
Last Week

I dreamed that I was in a strange country where many of the people did not speak English. I was the fourth-ranked government official in some faroff outpost that was always getting buried in Autumn leaves. (Toward the end of the dream, we finally rose above our industrial backwardness by realizing that the surplus leaves could be burned to produce steam for our industrial revolution...)

Many of the people were not especially happy, though they realized we couldn't do much about their complaints. Still, I was more than happy to be the one that steered them toward using the leaves for industry. For this I was rewarded by appointment to the Supreme
Court. At this point, I realized that we were a distant part of the United States. When I arrived in washington to take my seat on the Court, I found that Meryl Streep was the Chief Justice. She sat at the right end of the bench, while I sat second from the left.
The one person who was to my left turned out to be a nutter who spoke gibberish in a high-pitched falsetto. No one threw him out, as Supreme Court justices serve for life. I found that budget constraints prevented the court from being able to provide comfortable chairs, so I was never able to sit high enough for more than my head to peep over the top of the bench. The room was filled with people, as this was the opening day of the court session, the proverbial first Monday in October.....

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Watching the Cucumbers grow (a dream)
2 Weeks Ago

Last night I had quite a well-organized dream. I was visiting a college campus that was situated around the flanks of a hill. (My own college experience was in a dorm on a place called "Orchard Hill," so maybe this was a return as an alumni).

Anyway, I approached by helicopter. There was a prominent greenhouse covering the top of the hill, but when we got lower and landed in the main part of the campus, the buildings above us hid the greenhouse. We visited various buildings, which were done in the brick-facade neo-Colonial style that characterizes a lot of college buildings in New England. Finally, we neared the top of the hill and could see the greenhouses. The propiretor told us that this was the day of the year when we could see something amazing. This was Cucumber Day, the day when removing the glass canopy stimulated the cucumber seeds to sprout and do an entire season's worth of growing in just twelve hours or so. I watched them grow, and ended up with tiny cucumbers to bring home again.

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