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I don't recall TV dreams. I had a recurring dream with a dire ending until I somehow resolved it, I rode in a city bus in the early 70s with my aunt and mother and it got stopped by the police and they were arrested--they I flew over town and gas was 38.9, I was sitting in my room in my underwear then suddenly riding a bike past an old school in the dark...no TVs.
I wasn't asleep and I was singing "Angie Baby" by Helen Reddy in the back of a 1974 AMC Matador (AM only). Wonder what my folks were thinking at the time...
I watched KTRV 12 go on the air in my bedroom with a small b/w portable in the 1981 when just turning the dial. That was not something I normally do, go up to 12 and 13 knowing full well there wasn't one there. 9 was the last assignment on the dial. That was a dream come true in the daze when signals didn't pop up like spyware...
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