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Warehouse dream. I was in a huge complex with a massive, abandoned warehouse. There were several of us walking through the property where we found huge caches of discarded items. It looked like the previous occupant had stripped and carried off everything they could handle. The remainder was left piled and heaped in corners and cages throughout the place.

It seemed that a company or organization had recently agreed to take over the facility. We were part of a scouting team that was looking at the place, assessing what could go where, and identifying debris that needed to be carted away.

At one point, there was a mysterious person who appeared and ran off into a part of the building we hadn't been through. I sent a message to the others to be on the lookout for this person. I presumed we had to be careful since I thought the place was empty and it was not.

There was a part of the dream where temporary office spaces had been set up in a large open bay. Each space corresponded to a company function, but the places had been chosen with no particular order in mind. To add to the confusion, each space had been assigned a number, but not consecutively. So space 403A was between 39C and 17.

I was directed to go to a particular space, but I quickly got lost in the milieu as everyone darted here and there in search of a number that matched their paperwork.

The warehouse was on the banks of a river, set high up on the bluff. It looked like a section of the Mississippi River near Memphis. There was a familiar feeling about the building and the location. As if I had been there previously. Also, I seemed to recognize the person who ran through and darted out of sight.
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Went to a Feldenkrais class this morning. Small class with several elderly ladies, a group of younger women, an older man, and me. Focus is on awareness. Slow, simple movements and attention to what is happening, what is changing. I almost forgot that the class started today. Just popped into my thoughts last night as I spoke with B, by chance. The classroom gods are taking care of me.

Left there ravenous. Also left there in the rain, which has started to fall steadily. I finally ended up at an Indian-style lunch buffet. When I walked in, there was a loud man on a cell phone. He was telling someone about a deposition he was involved with later in the day. He had set up office at his table. I almost walked out. Took a deep breath instead, and picked out my food. He got up and walked outside to finish up a personal call. He then came back in and took some food. The rest of the time I was there he was quiet, thank goodness. There was playful Indian music in the background and the food was excellent.

Didn't get my flash novel blog in place last night. Perhaps today. Been thinking about themes and plots, characters and locations. Nothing substantive so far. But soon, soon, soon.
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I precogged a story that I read today in a SciFi mag with the dream I had last night. The mood of the story and the description (images evoked) of the warehouse in the dream was very much like the warehouse in the story. Woo, woo, woo, woo.

The story was like something associated with B and his brother, and his brother's demons in and around construction/development sites. Woo, woo, woo, woo.

Slept a bit after reading some. Rest of the day lost in space. Went to dinner with L. Memphis style BBQ. Finally made it back here to close off this post and stir up the dream demons.

Late evening cup of chai helped keep me focused, but getting to be time to post and become a ghost. Adios-t.