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Dreamed 1992/6/1 by Chris Wayan

I'm lost in a mansion, carrying around a couple of gigantic brown eggs. They're so big I need a small wheelbarrow or a baggage-carrier with little wheels. The eggs are kind of ugly, but I feel bound to take care of them.

I find a door into the garage, a huge space full of light and noise and people. A party! And lots of other people carry eggs too, of various sizes. I'm drawn to those with big strange eggs like mine. Compare notes with a couple of weird-egg women...

Even the hostess, who owns the house, has some eggs--regular size, though. And she's not caring for them, exactly. She and others crack their eggs open and watch the contents ooze across the floor. It's the Slime Race!

But the broken eggs merge, into a river of goo. Old women watch and cackle as the mess flows under a sort of bridge and out onto the street. I feel sad, disgusted, and frightened for my own burden, in this atmosphere of casual destruction.

But the river of eggs makes me wonder, for the first time, just what my burden is, and how it came to me. Certainly not chicken eggs, or even duck eggs: I've seen those here. Mine are much bigger. Ostrich? Swan? Or dinosaur?


LISTS AND LINKS: eggs - shamanic dreams - gender issues - another Hans Christian Andersen dream: the Dating Demon - a second dream reacting to Women who Run with the Wolves: Boys who Run with the Scissors!

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