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February 27, 2000: My sister A. and her husband were adopting a new baby. I thought it was sort of strange, since she travels so much, and her husband would end up doing most of the caretaking, but they were going ahead. The baby's name was Steve. Everyone was admiring him--he was a newborn, and very tiny--then someone, I don't remember who, dropped him. I thought he was dead, but it turned out that he wasn't, but had liver damage, which was apparently very serious, and they didn't know if he would be okay. Then I was going back to Florida because I suddenly realized that I could. Bob's parents were there, and it was snowing. I go outside with his mother, and someone is there who says that he thinks we should go back inside, that it's too dangerous. I tell him we're fine, and we go on. A bunch of huge snowmobiles come past, and we have to jump out of the way, then a wedding procession comes through the snow, something like a parade, with belly dancers and dwarves. We stand aside and watch. February 25, 2000: I'm at a resort on vacation. There is another family there--a young boy, a girl, a father (David), a mother. They're there for two weeks. The little boy likes me, and says he'd like to take a boat and sail away with me to Burma. I take their pictures. Another dream: At work, the HR person wants me to brush up on shorthand. I say I don't want to because I don't want to use it. I tell her that I've heard that someplace (MTV?) has you write an essay, and then they read it. She says she's heard of that, too, but they don't use it. My sunglasses are on the ground. I pick them up and say that I need to go back to her office to pick up my purse, that maybe I need to start keeping it at my desk. I want to ask if it's safe, but I'm afraid to. February 23, 2000: I see JEN on the Plaza, but he doesn't recognize me, and I remember that's the way it's always been--he doesn't recognize me at first, then he suddenly does. He takes my hand and we walk down the street. He's wearing gloves, which feels strange to me. Another dream: John had committed murder, and Bob was helping him get away. Another dream: I'm in a meeting. Trent has a notebook with drawings and writing in it, and I remember that I have one, too, back at my desk, and if I had it, the meeting would be less boring. I get up to go get it, then realize it's at home, so I go home to get it. Then it's the next day, and I realize that I was supposed to go to work, only I didn't. I wonder what they'll think, whether anyone will be mad, or whether I might have told them that I was taking the day off, but forgot. February 22, 2000: J. is taking me to work, but I can't find my underwear. I put on a slip, but it's hanging out below my dress, so I look for another one, but I can't find anything but full slips, no half slips. I'm so late, but I don't know what to do. She's driving an SUV. Then I'm in a laundromat, sort of, in a basement. Row after row of washers and driers, but some of the driers are full of lint, with billows of lint spilling out of their open doors. I ask Bob why we're here, but he doesn't answer me. February 21, 2000: I dream I have a huge "thing" on my arm, some kind of growth, that keeps getting larger. I keep thinking that maybe it will go away, but it doesn't. I have two apartments to choose from. One is small, and there are already people living in it. I need more private space, but I'm hesitant to say anything. Then, I'm walking down a flight of stairs with an armload of dishes when I fall, and call out for someone to come help me. I catch myself, and nothing breaks. February 18, 2000: Dreamed I got in trouble at work for not doing more. I tried to explain that I didn't have more to do, but that didn't help. And I was being told all this in front of everyone else, which I didn't like, but couldn't do anything about. February 1, 2000: I don't remember this one very well, but I appeared to be attending some kind of show or convention-like thing in a big auditorium. There was supposed to be a hot air balloon tethered outside, but it wasn't there, and when someone remarked on that, I said that it must have broken its bonds and flown away. Then we were inside the building, looking at various exhibits, and a heard a woman complaining that two bookmarks cost ten dollars, and she thought that was high, but they had images on them that had been painted by Nick Bantok, so she guessed they were worth it. Then a black man handed me something, I think it was some sort of key ring, and it was covered with cobwebs, but he said that he would find me later and give me a better one, so I held on to it, although I wasn't happy about it. Then someone said that they needed a website with shooting stars, and I held up my hand and said that I could do that! Just a comment that I think this dream has to do with the fact that I just got a new job in my field, web design, something that I was a little afraid I might not be able to do again (the balloon breaking free, the shooting stars website).
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