DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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SEPTEMBER 23, 2001:
 I haven't remembered many of my dreams lately. But this one stayed with me long enough to get to the computer.

I was in some kind of small town with a lot of railroad tracks. Telephone and telegraph poles were everywhere, and all of them were loaded with colorful insulators.

This is the one I dreamtMost of my time was spent flying at the same height as the crossarms on the poles, though at one point I did fly low over a long stretch of worn-out and unused train track. I spotted a peacock blue CD164 insulator on one of the poles (exactly like the one in the picture) and there was no wire. I hovered directly in front of the insulator, admiring it.

Why I didn't unscrew it then and there I'll never know, because that insulator is one that any collector (such as myself) would love.

But I kept flying from pole to pole. Soon, I was in a more populated area in town. People were milling about and doing their business, trains would occasionally go by, just another ordinary day in a small railroad town. I spotted a cobalt blue EC&M insulator on a pole, but it was still hooked up to live wires. So I had to leave it. Then I started looking for that other blue insulator I saw earlier. I saw a number of interesting insulators in some rare styles, but I was after that blue one.

In front of a shed, there was some guy breaking insulators with a hammer. They were mounted on wooden cobs on a board or a piece of a crossarm. I don't remember what most of them were, but there was a pair of National CD110.5 "corkscrews" that he smashed. I think those were the rarest ones he broke.

I flew through a tunnel that had only one side. The other side was full of collections of insulators and bottles. Somebody was unscrewing a green insulator off a pole. But no matter where I went, I couldn't find that peacock blue one I'd seen earlier.

I ended up in some kind of partially-open building on a hillside, near yet more train tracks & telephone poles. I could see the area pretty good from here, but I still didn't see the pole I was looking for. So after wandering around for a short time, I flew off again. I woke up as I was still flying around the place looking for that damn insulator.



SEPTEMBER 29, 2001:
 Part of this dream had something to do with a bicycle. It was one of those "trick" BMX things that you see on the extreme games. I was in some kind of a large, circular room with a bar (the drinking kind) in the center. Somehow the subject of bikes came up, and I remember saying that I hadn't ridden a bike in many years, which in reality is true.

Somehow I ended up with the BMX bike, and tried to ride it. I got on the rear footpegs and started bouncing the bike on its rear wheel like a pogo stick, then I rode back and forth balanced on the back tire. I was very unsteady at first, but became well-balanced and expert with the bike within a very brief time.

A short while later, the "bar" or whatever it was closed, and I had to get my stuff and go. I was then trying to mount and pedal the bike with a large metal box, possibly a small microwave oven, and a paper grocery bag. Of course I was not successful, so I put the bag and the microwave oven in my coat pockets (!), stood up on the rear footpegs about to bounce away, then I woke up.

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