One night I had a dream that seemed to be inspired by Dean Koontz novels. The dream involved stuffed bears that were alive and had human intelligence. They all looked like normal plush bears with plush "fur" varying from white to brown. Many of them wore little red knit ski caps.
Recently, I had a kind of funny dream about Johnny Weir, a free-spirit figure skater who had United States Figuring Skating officials tearing their hair out in his competition days. I have been a fan of his skating, and was sometimes frustrated that he had a lot of ups and downs and didn't quite reach his full potential. These days, he's a TV commentator for figure skating and other events.
Since this is the month of tacky Halloween decorations and bags of little candies, it seems appropiate to post this dream involving a vampire.
This is one of my favorite dreams, simply because it was neat and had so much detail, almost a lucid dream. In the dream, I was supposed to show up for a job interview at some building in east Denver, where Stapleon Airport used to be during early evening when it was already dark. I was in Golden at the other side of Denver. Since it was rush traffic and to beat the traffic, I called a flying car to take me there.
In this dream, I was living in a condominium building on the top of a hill with my unit overlooking open space with sad, scraggly trees, yellow prairie grass and a dried-up creek. A lousy view, to be honest.
