Toon and Tooner

I have two blogs I'm not posting to, which is hard to do, as once a blog begins, it wants posts!...The two are this one, WOW Dream Quest, and the other is, The Bus...but I haven't neglected them!...whenever I see a restored VW Bus,-- oh, saw one today parked by the tall wall in old part of GG, owner was painting a big wall mural, and looked to be a traveling murlalist using his bus for paints and such--, whenever I see one, I think of the my old buses, and the blog...and as for the dream blog, that's like daily, and it's for this blog I arrive this evening, as I found something, a second thing actually, the first was awhile back...let me explain that find, that curio, first!
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On trying to understand what others say about dreams, I find nothing reliable to depend on, so have dismissed everything, and look to find reliable things!...And I think this is one...I was dreaming of playing baseball, going out for fly ball, looking up and running, and all of sudden the grass under my feet pulled away from under me like a big carpet being pulled, and I fell...no sooner than I dreamed this, than I woke up and found my self on the floor--I'd fallen out of bed!...fortunately, there was a tall wooden stool beside my bed, I put books and drinks on it, and my shoulder and head only fell to it's height, my feet and legs all the way to the floor, but too, pillows on the floor cushioned them...I was lucky!...anyway, the one thing, the first reliable thing I have, is that dreams can take something happening in the waking world and render it into the dream...
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now the second thing, what I'm calling The Toon and the Tooner, and this is a bit of a rendering task as well!...I dreamed I was riding my drop handle bicycle, and on a very narrow metallic like bridge, nearing a closed door...in the  waking world, I am very clumsy on a drop handle bicycle, and my anxieties were being rendered in the dream...I lifted my hand up off the handles, which morphed into like horses reigns and fell down, my feet didn't quite reach the peddles, the bike was absurdly narrow, and I wanted to slow down, but like that wasn't happening, and I woke up...on reviewing the dream, I realized there were two me's'!...one on the bike, and one making my semi conscious cautions...and I thought on this, and realized, there are always two of me in my dreams, much like one has a toon, and gives it directions...except in my dreams my directions go awry, and my toon me has all kinds of strange travails!...it's like I'm sober, and my toon drunk, and we can't get a grip...thinking on this, I was reminded of comedy duos, where there's a straight man, and a goofball...Laurel and Hardy, The Smother Brothers, Rowan and Martin, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, and Abbot and Costello--couldn't recall them for a minute, but their 'who's on first' skit is a perfect example of the toon and tooner in a dream...Abbot just can't get Costello squared around...so, so, I've thought more on this second reliable thing, that there is a toon and tooner...watching, perceiving, my toon me, I can with my thoughts render what is happening, but the rendering is inexact, happening much in the same way as when the straight comic talks with the goofy comic...
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a note: on reviewing and reading the old posts here reporting dreams, I find them like written by someone else, I can't recall what I wrote, and anticipate what is following from one sentence to another, which I do as a matter of course easily when I read a report of waking world events...I find this very odd!...but that dreams are illuisive, and easily forgotten, is a common experience to everyone, and I suppose that might be a third reliable thing!!!
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oh, I almost forgot the bus dream...I told myself (my waking self!), 'remember the red and white rope, and the warlock, and maybe tonight you can remember this dream for a post tonight'...I dreamed I was on a secret mission for the Pope, and I had an envelop package that I hid in the flooring of my bus, trouble was the flooring was falling off, and I was given a lot of red and white rope to tie it up all around...while I was tying, an aquaintance hopped in the bus and drove off in it...I caught up with him...he was part of a group borrowing my house, and my bus, and I told him I wanted my bus...and there was some back and forth, and I asked, 'do I know you?'...'you've forgotten'...'oh, the second year when the river was frozen, and that's where I worked'...and I got a sorta nod in return, and for some reason I asked if he played WOW...'I'm a warlock'...and I thought to ask about his game play and he said 'WOW is a dead land now'...and for a moment I saw all the lands and the players on desultory quests...they were bored, was the import of the comment...end dream...
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There's a lot of interpolating in reporting the dreams in the posts, and wobbling about too with comments and explanation, but it is all like the 'red and white rope'...something just to cue me and tie things together!...