These are really wonderful.

My favorites seem to take place in environments of rich, baroqie architecture with glowing weoods turned into elegant buildings.

My never-forgotten childhood dream, in 4th grade, involved an aligator who was a threat, but whom I cleverly distracted by giving him my brown paper lunchbag with the peanut butter sandwich in it. Instead of eating me alive, he chomped down on the bag, which went all mushy and oozed out between his teeth (he was in a stream), while I escaped unharmed.

I have no idea why, of all my sometimes very vivid dreams of childhood, this one has stuck in memory, while the rest have evanesced into the vague impressions of unneeded memories.

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