101 - Picked up and put down.
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And  I had  yet another  dream, it  was the  other
night I think.  In this  one, I see me sleeping in
little Lara's  room as I  often did back  in those
days, so  that Beth could  get a bit  better sleep
some  nights. And  in the  dream, I  see me  awake
early as I usually did,  to catch a few moments of
quiet  solitude  before   anyone  else  rises  and
another day boots up.  Lara's still asleep, and me
sits up  to get up.   Me looks over to  her little
dresser, with her ten  little toy ponies all lined
up along the edge.  Beside  them all on the corner
of it, me  sees an odd little box  of painted blue
wood.  And in  my dream, me seems  puzzled by that
thing, like  where did that  come from?  I  try to
shout out to me in my dream, that I know what that
is,  that I  know  it means  something, that  it's
important.  But me is not listening.

And I watch  me go down the stairs,  and make some
coffee.   Me  scoops  the grounds,  separates  the
filter paper, pours the  water, and all that.  And
then me  looks out  the back door,  and up  to the
hillside above it.  Me sees  a dug hole there, and
seems confused,  but now I'm confused  too, seeing
me  see this  in my  dream.  That hole  is new,  I
started it myself just the other day.  That's new,
that shouldn't  be there,  not back then,  back in
the  time  of this  dream  with  my family  asleep
upstairs.   That hole  doesn't belong.   It's like
the little box.

Then  I actually  wake up,  and I  have a  strange
feeling.  I  go downstairs,  and it's my  turn for
electricity today, so I  start making some coffee.
That's when I notice it.   As I scoop the grounds,
separate the filter paper,  pour the water and all
that, I realize  I am re-tracing what I  did in my
dream,  moment by  moment,  movement by  movement.
But I can't stop it.  And I realize that something
is very, very wrong here.

I go to the sliding glass  door and look up to the
hillside,  and there's  my  hole where  I left  it
unfinished  the  other day.   And  then  all of  a
sudden, I feel this strange wrenching sensation. A
feeling like  something huge has picked  me up and
put me back  down, and I don't like  it.  And then
there's this  sense of something being  taken from
me.   Distant laughter.   A  very  brief but  very
intense headache.  And then, I'm okay.

I go to  the living room, which  is somehow filled
with artificial christmas trees  again, and I look
out the window to see that the playground has been
rebuilt.  That  kind of  throws me off,  because I
thought the playground was gone, torn down.  But I
guess I  wasn't paying  attention, because  I sure
don't some  times.  Nice  that they rebuilt  it so
quick.  Or maybe  it was always there,  and I just
somehow  forgot.   Whatever,   it's  still  really
early. I'll get up to speed soon.

Anyways, I'm not  so sure yet what I'll  get up to
when the  sun rises. The dream  and everything has
me feeling  sort of mixed  up right now,  but I'll
get over it. But I know  one thing for sure - it's
always a good  day to go digging, so  I think I'll
do  that. Got  a  hole just  out  back that  needs
finishing up.

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