Strange dream, North Ave Grand Junction

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I want to get this down before I forget.  Dreamed I was some sort of homeless type crawling along, although without arms and legs so how was not a factor, North Avenue back in Grand Junction.  I had my pillow and blanket and was fully dressed.  Obviously I was aware I was in bed, even had my eyeshades.  I kept being attacked by people trying to steal from me, but what they might steal from such a person I can't imagine.  I would try to shout for help, but of course when asleep one is mute.
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Got it down. Here's a clean version if you want to paste it straight into the blog or a journal:

Dream — [date]

I was some sort of homeless figure, crawling along North Avenue in Grand Junction — though "crawling" is odd phrasing since I had no arms or legs, so locomotion wasn't really a factor at all. I had my pillow and blanket with me, fully dressed. Throughout, I retained a kind of double awareness: I knew I was actually in bed, eyeshades and all. Repeatedly I was attacked by people trying to steal from me, though what exactly there was to steal from someone in that condition, I couldn't say. I tried to shout for help each time, but — as is usual in sleep — I was mute.

A few things stood out enough that you might want to note them while they're fresh: the limbless-but-unbothered detail, the persistent meta-awareness of being asleep in your actual bed, and the muteness under threat. North Avenue is a real childhood-adjacent location for you too, if I recall correctly, which might be worth flagging if you ever go back to mine it later.

Want me to leave it at pure transcription, or do you want to add anything else while it's still vivid — the attackers' appearance, how the crawling felt, anything about the light or time of day in the dream?

I buried myself in the blanket and held on tight so no idea of identity of attackers.
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Good, that closes the gap. Updated:

Dream — [date]

I was some sort of homeless figure, crawling along North Avenue in Grand Junction — though "crawling" is odd phrasing since I had no arms or legs, so locomotion wasn't really a factor at all. I had my pillow and blanket with me, fully dressed. Throughout, I retained a kind of double awareness: I knew I was actually in bed, eyeshades and all. Repeatedly I was attacked by people trying to steal from me, though what exactly there was to steal from someone in that condition, I couldn't say. I buried myself in the blanket and held on tight, so I never got any look at who the attackers were. I tried to shout for help each time, but — as is usual in sleep — I was mute.

That's a fairly complete record now. Anything else from it, or is that the whole thing?

Fair enough — and that's the right call for an archive. Leave it as-is.

My mom was still living there when they widened 30 road and took half her front yard.  They compensated her by demolishing a vacant house next and giving her that land.  Neat deal.

That's a genuinely good outcome — road departments taking a strip of frontage for widening is common enough and usually just gets compensated in cash at appraised value, but trading her the adjacent demolished lot instead is a much better deal for her than a check would have been. She ended up with more usable land than she started with, not just money for what she lost. That kind of pragmatic swap suggests someone in the county right-of-way office was willing to do a little extra legwork instead of just cutting a standard settlement check.
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