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Had connected dreams last night. They were connected to the dreams from the previous night. Like a continuation or postscript dream episode. The dream involved me being picked up by an airplane at the event site. The plane was sent to take me from the event location to some other place. We never arrived. Most of the dream time was taken up with me learning navigation skills and learning too fly the plane. B was the pilot, but he was showing me all of the gadgets, how they worked, and what to do to keep the plane on course.

There was a specific instrument that was being used to set the course. I was shown how it worked. It was like looking at piece of the globe with a small tower sticking up at the place where we were going. Late in the dream (or afterwards), I recall dreaming about B's father and his crash in a lake. It may not have been so much a dream as a visual depiction of a memory of what I had heard about the crash. I was strangely aware that I was both dreaming and making up a set of images based on memory.

Not much accomplished today except reading. Finished one of the Oates's books (short novel) and just about finished the Divakaruni novel, Queen of Dreams. She's done what I vaguely hoped to do with that book--created a story with dreaming at its core. Great job! Makes what I was thinking of somewhat derivative. Reading her book is like a precog thing again. Just like I dreamed of the warehouse that appeared in a story, here I've constructed a set of story ideas that show up in her novel.

I'm not communicating this well right now. I'm tried and wrung out a bit from dance class. Need to get up early tomorrow for yoga class, laundry, care and feeding of my metabolism. And it'll be April Fool's Day... Time too sign off on this pre April Fool's Day day...