Night of February 12, 2015. Thursday.
I am sitting on our bed at our present address on W Street. I have a couple brochures it seems, although one is of stiffer paper. At one point I am actually holding one piece of thin cardboard with three unrealistically vertically narrow photographs (though apparently not cropped) horizontally arranged and attached to it (possibly by double-sided tape). It is of family members including our youngest daughter playing with our youngest son but from a fair distance and not that focused on the subjects. Just as I start to consider (or vaguely question) where it came from, it sort of "pops" out of existence with a slight breeze leaving me somewhat surprised.
My perspective shifts into more of an internal awareness (though not fully disembodied, just in some sort of realm of analytical thought and solely closely-rendered imagery as is typical of some "reading" or "studying" dream types - though at this point I think I may still be technically in the same bed - possibly lying on my side with my head up a bit). I am looking at some sort of brochure that is possibly related to a daycare center, possibly in connection with the "Ninety-Nine Red Balloons" daycare center of many years back. There is a young mustached male (of about twenty-five) with a cluster of balloons. He is standing near a van but it is crudely illustrated (without much detail) as if by someone with minimal drawing or commercial art experience.
From here, I note one of the catchphrases which seems more related to a travel agency. It is something about the "milest of miles" ("Enjoy the milest of miles?"). This annoys me somewhat and I try to work out if I am reading it incorrectly. I also ponder "miliest of miles". I end up becoming "stuck" in an in-dream fallacy; trying to work out which is more grammatically relevant in this particular case - "milest" or "miliest" (or both depending on the intent of the faux "messages" in the particular part of the brochure?) - of course neither of which are actual words - typical in-dream gibberish, something I have enjoyed noting and documenting since I was about six years of age, just for the pure ridiculousness and amusement of it.
