A night full of dreams.

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Three of which stuck until morning.  I'll try to put them down, they seem to be fading.  I can no longer recall the order so will start with the most complex.

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In one dream, I was setting up a date with a girl from school.  I didn't want my mom to know.  Not because I was planning anything serious, it's that parents, and siblings, can be nearly ghoulish, harsh, in their teasing.  I think this was very roughly based on events and feelings from the seventh grade.  While I had already had sex, several times including a short affair, I was trying to restart with girls, to figure them out and start right, start over, quietly and on my own terms.

Family can tease, but some girls are rather intense by that age too.  It's a tough racket, trying to start over.  The world and all are against it.  The world became a puzzle.  In parting anything from a bed to a closet, as if full-sized three dimensional puzzles, I also had to learn how to put it all back together.  Because of our unique understandings, there ended up being multiple ways to deconstruct and rebuild any object my curiosity lead me to explore.  However, if I was too unique in my approach, I learned, others could tell both with what and how I had been involved with the world.  A risk because of teasing and all.

It turned out that I could fool most of the people most of the time, just not all of the people all the time.  My mother started piecing it together.  Done so well at first she saw it as standard life.  Then the patterns became clear.  Some trepidation, at first.  That level of concealment often wasn't good.  So she started tracking from the shadows.  When she realized what and why, she was well pleased and let it go, and stopped teasing in general... mostly.

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The next one dealt with being me, but not.  I looked like me, but to my watching eyes, I knew it wasn't me.  I, or who/what was passing as me, was driving through a forest in some valley.  Huge trees had been felled, by the weather, strong winds.  I bound them in chains and was somehow able to tow them.  A short distance on , I met a proper logger.  I turned them over to him, if I think some evil was about to befall him, from my doppleganger, evil twin.

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In the last, I met a rodeo rider who was in decline.  Somehow I was able to help him return to his best, and then some.  He became the champion for the next five years.

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There were more dreams, and the last two had been much fuller.  Still, that should do.  Later.