Email to Linda Beaver Sorry, couldn’t call last night. For some reason I was wiped out. Got home about 8, then ate, then went to bed about 9:30, slept till 8:30. I never go to bed before midnight. Don’t know why so tired. Your dreams were

Bill Galus and I were driving around outside Springfield and took an obscure road. The road ended at the top of an alpine meadow. The air at that height was otherworldly, and the ordinary world was far below, a misty panorama. On top of the height was a house, abandoned

Was on a trip with Bill and Dad in the west (have traveled there in my dreams before, the states are about 1/4 their size, and the mountains are scaled down — still awesome, but climbable by laymen). We were heading home to Missouri in a tour bus. With half

This dream came right after the one about Laura on the school bus. I had a big cookbook laid out in the backyard, opened to the page where a certain cake recipe began. I went and got Linda to come home and make the cake for me. I spent an

I am living in the heart of Brooklyn with my colored wife and her two or three children. The wife is now at work, the kids at school. I have come to Brooklyn Heights for the day to  work. Specifically, I am at a corner building and have opened the

A pretty good dream, although it wasn’t a good time for the me who was in the dream. I think the majority of my dreams are about conflict, things not working out, romantic failure: but I like them anyway. Why? I guess because they are the closest thing I

There was another dream. I was with a group touring some museum in an apocalyptic future. Without realizing it, some of us passed from the museum into a dangerous government factory. Don’t remember much about the actual environment, just that it was in a massive underground building and there

Just up. Lively dreams last night. Problematic situations but I’m glad I had the dreams — they were full of life. Linda, Bill and I moved to New York together and found an apartment in North Brooklyn Heights — my old apartment at 36 Hicks, though bigger and more interesting than

Will just give highlights of last night’s dream. I was staying at home again for a few months in the summer. Once again got my old job back at the Missourian, Monday through Wednesday. As usual in this dream, the first two weeks I get almost nothing written for