June 3, 1978Frances Dream #1Teeth In My Back Terrible nightmare. I was at the psychiatric hospital where I work, walking down a hall. A male patient came up behind me and sank his teeth into the small of my back. I still shudder at the pain I felt. He would not let go and I […]
December 12, 1978Frances Dream I was in nurse’s training and Dr. Merangi was there, much more lively and friendly in the dream than she seems to be in my waking life. I made some joke and she really laughed, something about her aura. We were training many student nurses, and we had to spend a
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April 28, 1991 Dream #1 Tim and I are in a hospital waiting room waiting to see Sue. Then we go in to her room; she is lying on a dirty hospital bed. A very sick woman is on the same bed, half falling off the other side. Everything is white, all the people, the
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Frances; April 27, 1978 A very long, involved dream, taking place in the psychiatric hospital where I work as a psych aid. A long, narrow room with many folding chairs facing the front. To the left, a small blackboard hangs on the wall near the middle of the room. A tall young man, another psych
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Charlotte McGregor Boggs Tompkins (Tim’s 30-year-old mother)Portland, OregonDec. 11, 1950 Dear Mother and Daddy [medical missionaries (Baptist) in Ongole, SE India], Just a note to go with record, which, we hope, will bring you a very Merry Christmas. Would you like to know how it was made? On Sat. morning we went down to the
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Tim; early December, 1988 I had this dream on our way, stopped for the night in Emma, our home-on-wheels, while driving down from Idaho to California. Frances and I were walking along the beach at night: the sand, the breeze, the ocean waves, the whole bit. We walked along and came upon a card table
Tim / Dec 3, 1988 / Council, Idaho When we went to bed in our apartment, it was still the third of December, a Saturday. But both of us woke up about midnight, which was unusual. I had been dreaming that Frances and I were driving in our home-on-wheels, Emma. We were navigating a winding
Tim, 2/19/83, 2066 SW 10th Ave., Portland, OR I dreamed I had a minor part in a play and I didn’t know my lines at all. I was walking in the forest, had to get back to my bungalow to study my script. Came to a fork in the path and didn’t go the way
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Tim, 1/23/83, 2066 SW 10th Ave., Portland, OR Today’s dream: Frances and I are upstairs making ice-cream for a party: barbecue on the balcony. I invent an “easy way” to carry my cello bow upstairs: rig a long string through a series of large screw eyes. Tie the bow to the string and pull it
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1989/1/18, Council, Idaho My Darling Children, Woke from this dream fifteen minutes after noon – didn’t get to sleep last night until almost daybreak. Timothy and I are living in a small cabin up in the Idaho woods; it sets back from the road a little by itself, other buildings are around a hundred yards
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