My dreams are an integral part of each 24 hour cycle. I don't view them in a voyeuristic sense, I see them as direct experience. They are lived, not watched like TV. ~~ Nick Bantock

Saturday, October 11, 2003:

I was in a house that had recently been redecorated or renovated--new paint, everything shiny and clean. A big truck, an 18-wheeler maybe, drives up to the front of the house. I think it will stop, but it keeps on coming, and it runs into the house and keeps going. I think surely it will stop, still, but it doesn't, and the beams start to bend and I know the house is going to collapse on top of me.

The only way out is through the window, but the windows are closed and I can't find anything to break them.

I wake up--finding I can't breathe because of my cold, which probably explains the dream of something collapsing on top of me.