France and Metal bugs

First I was in France but with a schoolmate that was from first grade. She was all grown up now and had lived in France a while and was kind of showing me the ropes. We were in a college and then a cafeteria, then taking a bus and then off the bus again jumping off (the buses would only slow down, not stop). And then and then and then...

Then I was asked to be in a movie or something. I was with a crew of people. We were on location outside. There were cameras, costumes, etc. I really don't know what character I was, just that they pulled me in. I think there was something secret I knew... oh... This guy was dieing. He was the old king or something.... one big eye, one small, yellowed and browned teeth that were long like an old rabbit's, bald, a hunch back... etc.. but he was the power. He just died and the mother is frantic, telling her son he is the power now, but the only way he can do it is to fake being the father. So she has an elaborate costume for him to wear.... It felt horrible because he would be spending his life being this hideous creature.... just for power. Then I was late to the meeting of sorts and all of the other actors were sitting there. I took out my notes (it was kind of like a class) and was hoping I had everything. It seems I did, and was ahead of the class and doing fine. I looked across the room and there was the son walking by, as the father. There were interactions with the other students, friendly ones and then we had to go. Then I was in the agency office. They said my work was done now. I'm not sure I really did anything. I felt like they decided they didn't like me. They said their top stylist was going to cut my hair. I was kind of excited. She would lift my hair up.. and as it fell, cut. Somehow it would fall perfectly cut and then dry and curl ... pretty nice.

Then I had a dream I was watching this story on a man getting old.... written by his son (last night I was browsing a site like this). Then if I went backwards in the photos, it showed the son from youth. I then saw him as a baby and black and white photos of him being born out of the earth (the parents were creatives). They had shown him coming out of some soil, feet first on gravel. I thought... how funny, that must have been way back when, when they thought babies came out head first, but then... why would they say that if they knew better??  Then the baby was alive and I was holding it (kind of a chunk) and I was taking care of two other children. :-s The baby and I were playing though... I dusted off the pebbles but then I realized they would crawl back on. They pebbles were insects, but the insects where metal letters from an old typewriter ball. They were crawling at his face and I was quicky brushing them off. Then we walked away and then this little bird thing jumped on my skin and dug in. But it wasn't a bird thing, it was a little metal thing clamping on to my skin. I took it off and tried to kill it. Then it came back on to the baby. I did it again and it was gone. Then we went to go see the other children. They were there (thank god) and playing with other kids. I had looked at the a baby and it had pock marks. I thought.. interested, since as an adult he has pock marks too.

swimming in the river and old wise-ish man

My first dream is vague-ish, but going along the theme of a guy in my dream. I think initially I was driving a motorcycle up some muddy path. Myself and some friends were heading to some docks. Before this we were "opening" easter baskets or something like it. There were little kids etc. and checking to see who was happy with what. I think I remember some sort of stickers or something...??? Back to the muddy path... we got to the water , just my guy friend and we were trying to choose which boat or raft to go in, and I was so eager to get in, I just jumped in the water. It felt so good too. It was the perfect temperature. He and I could almost float down the river on our own, with nothing underneath us and it went pretty fast. It was fun. Then we ended up with everyone else. My dad and step-mom were there and her extended family (which is huge). They were all deciding when to get in the water, what to do, lots of talking and not a lot of decision making.

I was in this room and sitting at a table. First I was going through papers. I think I was working and stamping them with dates. The woman in front of me was doing the same thing, but she was a bit slower. She was also not recycling the envelopes and so on. So I took her pile and finished it too. Then I realized with a gasp that I had been using the wrong stamp. It said complete. I was panicked, I wasn't sure if they were completed or not. Then at one point it felt ok and I moved on. Then I was in the same room at a larger table. People were working on some sort of project. It was an assignment of sorts and it seems there was a "right" way to do it, but it was a creative assignment. There were beads, shells, glue, images, other little pieces of this and that and we were all supposed to make a sculpture of sorts on a board. There was an old man there... long white hair, long white beard, old, you could tell he was supposed to be wise. But in my dream I didn't agree with where he was going with the project. I thought sure, at one time that was the truth... but my gut was telling me that the truth has altered now and although I could have done the project exactly how he wanted to play nice nice and appease, I just couldn't do it. So I took my things and started making it how I thought it should be. It felt better. He saw what I was doing and tried to talk to me about it. I knew part of him was disappointed, but part also knew he had to let go and he was moving on. My feeling about what I was doing wasn't complete though. I knew it shouldn't be what was expected, but I only could feel pieces of how it should be. He came over to inspect what I was doing and I just wanted to hide everything. I felt exposed and frustrated that I couldn't explain with words what I was feeling and trying to accomplish. At this point the subject of the project was no longer a board only, but a video and way of living. I started crying saying.... I just can't do all of this. I feel I have to be so perfect and eat organic and know how to live perfectly and I can't eat only organic and live only the good way (huh? ) etc. etc.... and he told me... it is ok, because it isn't time for that yet. I don't have to be that person yet...

water torture and roommates

One dream I was living with two other people. One guy had his own room with a door, the other girl and I were in the next section. We both had bunk beds. I tried to angle mine so I could have more space and she angled her's for more privacy....

Then I had a dream that these prisoners were about to be tortured. There was a large helicopter ... the men were tied to some posts next to it. Then I guy would through a large bucket of water on the blades while they where going. I could see the water coming off of the blades in slow motion ... they looked like bbs. They would hit the men and their skin would be bruised and would break.

game show and magic box

I had a dream I was watching a game show... it was called "What I did while in the waiting room..." The hosts or questioners were prostitutes and they would ask questions to the men on what they were thinking/doing while waiting for their turn. Kind of odd....

Then I had a dream I was supposed to go to another?? dimension.. I was thinking.. noooo that isn't possible, but then I realized if I thought that... then it for sure wouldn't be possible. This old man (long white hair etc.) said.... just get in the box... think of being there, feel like you are there. At that moment I could feel my legs tingling, less tingle and more vibratey... like I had a bunch of bees buzzing on my legs. I told him because I was excited.. then I get the kind of high feeling and then poof... I was in another dimension... I was back in time (or not), but there was a castle and horses and so on. Before I was in the other dimension he told me what my purpose was... can't remember now.

men, men and men

Maybe because it is spring??

Each night I have dream and it includes a guy... new guy each time... completely different look to each one and different style of person. And I don't know any of them.... all new faces...

one i was at a carnival .... visiting one of the workers in his trailer - kissed him (really felt like I was there).. dark short brown hair

another I was moving in to a very large loft with these women (very cool large loft)... and my?? guy was there... kind of a surfer type

another?? not sure of the circumstances... tall, black hair, almost shaved head etc...

another.. a guy in a stocking cap... youngish, large nose...

in each of these, they were my boyfriend type...  all pleasant dreams...

red rain

I have had misc. dreams but they are *poof* gone when I wake up....

Last night was dreaming me and some people were all packing up to leave. The land was going to be destroyed some how and we were heading for some islands. One woman was yelling saying that if we go to the islands we will be stuck due to limited resources and we should find another mainland to go to. I was packing my things and ... seems a lot of people were gone. I was taking care of the last minute items while others were moving. Outside it was raining tiny red gravel and it was very dusty. A guy came in to see if I needed help. He was nice but I told him to go help that lady... she needed it more. Then I saw people driving up to the house/building.... Some older guy wanted lumber. I had never worked the lumber area and looked at the others to see if this was ok.. they nodded 'go for it.' So I went to go help the guy but then something else happened or someone else took over.. as much as it was a catastrophic type dream, it kept feeling nice... people helping each other and looking out for each other.