Warning me against what?
Lately I've had a consistent set of dreams that seem to be telling me not to get uppity, not to try a form of life that won't work. They're based loosely on times in the '60s and '70s when I did try wrong paths. Tried to live with lots of material stuff**, or tried to get along with a fancy high-upkeep woman. The dream-generator is saying "Whoa boy! Remember what happened before? Don't go there!"

Completely unnecessary warning. I settled all of that stuff (rather painfully) during the '80s. When you're a dachshund, you shouldn't try to be a border collie or an Afghan. You should simply be a good dachshund.

Every now and then I get wistful What-If impulses, but I haven't had those impulses recently. I've been especially content and grateful for my narrow simple little life.

The delta on waking certainly reinforces the gratitude, as in Wow! I'm glad that's not real! Maybe the dream generator is trying to create those deltas, but it's still an unnecessary effort.

By writing this, I'm hoping to either (1) make these pointless warnings stop or (2) locate the correct interpretation. If there is one.

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**Example of material complexity: I was starting to cook supper in my kitchen, which was divided between two houses. I filled up a pan with water, walked through halls, left House #1, started to cross a pretty brick street toward House #2. The middle of the street was occupied by a full-dress wedding ceremony, so I had to thread my way between bridesmaids and best men while carrying the full pan. A Tour de France bicycle race came roaring through the street at that moment, knocked down the wedding party, and ran over my foot. Then I continued across the street into House #2, went through some halls and found the kitchen. Put the full pan of water into a larger pan of water equipped with electric heating elements, turned on the heating elements, and put this combination into a Dutch Oven.

Makes me wonder if the dream generator is simply discharging an overload of random details after several nights of short sleep deprived it of action.

Several days later: Sure enough, writing made the dreams stop. Writing an idea, or drawing an image, nearly always pulls it out of the mental bounce-house. This isn't necessarily a good thing: sometimes an image is pleasant, or an idea is being developed for programming purposes, and I would rather keep it bouncing for a while!

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