Saturday January 6, 2018
10:39am
I am in the bedroom of a strangers house. There is a father, a son and a grandfather. They are working diligently on reviving a pet fish. The tank is laid out in many pieces and each is being attended to. The fish is on the floor as one of the pieces. I am looking very attentively at the proceedings. When the father turns to look at me I apologize for entering his home unannounced, he dismisses it and our attention returns to the fish and its tank apparatus.
The grandfather explains that when they purchased the fish they had to sign an agreement to keep it alive at all costs. The father says if they knew it would take this much effort, they may have not gotten it to begin with.
The son is largely a spectator and is playing with something else. I tell him that I have an idea for something that would be a lot of fun. It is a self contained set of toys that is in a box with a handle. I explain that we launch it from a balloon and it lands next to Jordan Lake. I lift the box and it is very heavy. The whole enterprise is fairly impressive.
Notes: The dream was very rich in detail. I woke in the night and started to read Robert Moss's Way of the Dreamer. It is amazing. My future?
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