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( Oct. 16th, 2014 05:51 am)
Went on some wanders last night...but never quite alone (funny, that).

Was on 'Gallifrey' - with 'Ace', I think.  We went climbing/crawling around on rooftops where we could see the landscape around us.  The part of 'Gallifrey' we were on was urban.  Had to be careful; some of the rooftops / building sides seemed a touch crumbly, as if old.  As if we were climbing around on old churches, etc. Not so sure I was that crazy about the clambering around, but I gamely did it. At one point I looked around a touch concernedly, thinking I saw 'missles' pointing at the sky all around us, but Ace told me that no, they were clocks!  Clocks all around...and then I seemed to see that yes, they were (alien?) clocks.  Of course they were; this was the Time Lord's place, right?  At one point we decided to go try to see if we could find and talk to Leela and/or Andred, I think.  So this was definitely Old Series Gallifrey.  There were otherwise no other people around; I saw no one else, no one accosted us.  Until we ran into or the 'Doctor' found us, whereupon he asked us, a bit exasperated or mildly annoyed, where we'd been, etc.  We told him we'd been looking around for people like Andred.

Another scenario had me, I thought, in another urban setting, maybe 'Cambridge' (MA).  I was hanging out with a man (felt 'middle-aged', and of means) and two of his children, one (teen or college age) girl and a younger boy.  I wasn't sure I knew them, so felt I was (inadvertantly) snooping about near them.  Yet I was also with them.  (Funny, that 'What's going on?' confusion.  In dreams.) He seemed to have just bought her a 'pet', a little mini (I mean like a toy dog sized dog - and truly toy-sized - even a bit smaller than actual toy breeds).  The mother, who'd seemed to be there briefly, then left, had opined that it had been 'too expensive', I think. In any case, his daughter now had a new pet.  We were loitering on the street; a reviewing stand 's worth of people seemed to show up a short distance away from us to our left, and I got that a parade was imminent.  While waiting, a couple of people mischeviously began to prepare to throw 'snowballs' at each other (funny; it hadn't seemed to be cold, or 'Winter' but they suddenly had some snowballs).  I got mischevious back; tried to lob one back that fell a little ways away from the playing group.  Didn't want to really hit anyone, but wanted to show that I could get it 'close' to one of the group.  Kind of in a 'Ha-ha, I could've gotten you...if I wanted to' way.  But oddly, it always seemed to peter out and slowly (almost cartoonishly) fall just a little way away from where I had thrown it from, despite me trying a couple of times.  (*sidelong look*)

The parade was taking too long to arrive (or the family group I was with hadn't intended to stay to see it) so they prepared to go back to wherever they were staying/living.  I got this 'Time for me to bug out!' (after all, I was just snooping around near them, wasn't part of their group...right?) feeling and scarpered off, even as I finally seemed to see a parade approaching from way down the street.

Not too long after, I arrived back at (a hotel?  a home?) where the mother of the group seemed to be.  (So how was I not 'with them?'  Durrr..)  When I first arrived, I skittered around a bit, but didn't immediately go and let her know I was there (ie, show myself to her).  She seemed to hear me, though, and so, was in 'Who's there?  Is that...?' mode from the room that she was in.  I got that she might have been unpacking. So I went and let her see me.  She may have asked where the others were; not clear.  Most likely I said they were on their way back as well. A sense of motherly attitude from her - ie, she was prepared to look out for me, too, like the rest of the 'family'.

EE Meditation Done.
No biphasic sleep, but woke about 15 minutes before the alarm time.
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