A while back I started putting an open notebook and a pen next to my bed. The main purpose was so that if I had a complicated dream, I could jot down some details so I would remember in the morning. I rarely remember to do that, but it has had the effect that sometimes I'll write in my sleep.
I woke up this morning to find that I had written two different things. Here's the first page:
"Diamond farming -new technique.
Must catch when they spin off of tornadoes.
I go around the country teaching people how to do it.
Don't call me mother.
Nothing wrong with hard, dangerous work -especially when the rewards are high."
I have no memory of writing this, but I do have a clear memory of a dream that I had about this. I was a specialist. I was the first to notice that tornadoes were flinging off pearl-sized diamonds, that when left untreated, would melt. I developed a technique that involved standing very near a tornado, wearing weighted steel armor, and catching the diamonds with a refined catchers mitt. Then you had to immediately treat them in some kind of chemical solution. (I can't remember the details of what was in it.)
I did travel around the country, (mostly the midwest), teaching people the catching technique. I also had my own radio program about the tornado diamond market. I'd say things like "Don't bother with the diamonds from Nebraskan tornadoes from the past week. The clarity is too poor."
About the "don't call me mother part," -All I remember is that I was an middle aged lady in this dream, and I had miscarried many times. I was very sensitive about it, and rather gruff of personality. I think someone called me mother in the dream, and I got really cold with them.
For this sleep writing, I was probably slightly awake. But I was too sleepy to remember doing it.
Of this next thing that I wrote, I have absolutely no recollection. I think I was fully asleep for this one.
"Peter?
Which Peter?
Vicious cycle of Peters."
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