I have episodic, recurring theme dreams as well, Liz.

In such one series of dreams spread out over several mights, I had my first interview, second interview, and first day on the job as a waitress in a restaurant (something I have never done in real life).

I often return to the scene of a dream I last had weeks or even months before.

As a child, I lived (as I do now again) on a long, one-lane, dead-end canyon road in the summer-dry Santa Cruz Mountains of central California. Of course, I spent several months of every year terrified of fire (I.m now reliving that, too). During that time, I often dreamed that an automobile passed me, up the road into our canyon, dripping little gobbets of fire from its tailpipe. I would race along behind the car, trying to keep up with the impossible task of putting the fires out. I haven't started having this dream again, but it wouldn't surprise me.

As a child, I also often dreamt of being in a darkened room full of incredibly beautiful, lit-from-within, multicolored gems of various shapes and sizes that were floating,twirling and whizzing by my face, their sharp faceted edges mking it plain how lethal they could be. It was always captivating and utterly terrifying. I have no idea where that image might have come from.

Claire