detective, french actress

I dreamt I was supposed to be searching for something in a food warehouse. I was going down aisles that had open shelving of produce and I was to find certain floor tiles that had a bit of a nick in them. These were the tiles that were hollow underneath and I was supposed to look under them for something, although not sure what. I worked steadily looking for them trying not to be noticed. I was seen by either an owner or a clerk and they walked straight over to me. I quickly replaced a tile and they telling me this was only a place for restaurant owners and chefs etc. I ignored what she said and went on to say how I was unimpressed with the ?? some herb and what I was expecting to find. She immediatley assumed I was the right kind of customer and went on to show me other items in season, blueberries etc. Then I walked down an aisle and some friends of mine were sitting at a table, a French guy (JL) and another friend (PC). We were sitting to have a late lunch or dinner. The owner came over and she was chatting us up being a little overly friendly. She said ooooh... (looking at me) I remember now.... you were the one who openned up that great bottle of wine, (in my mind running through some of the nice wine I have had and which it could be)... then she said it was a ?? blanc. I was thinking white?? I openned up a great bottle of white wine??? Then she walked away, she was Cecil de France .

When she walked away. I told my friend... she is that woman in the movie we say .... blah blah blah... JL said..."I deedn't like zat feelm." and made a face.

smashed crab, cracked building

I dreamt I was walking into a shallow pool. I went in with a friend of mine. Then I noticed there was a giant crap... as in took up most of the bottom of the pool, below us. I noticed the crab was smashed in the back. It's shell was in pieces and it's ? meat? was sticking out. My friend when to pull on the shell and I cringed. I said you will hurt him. I could somehow feel the crab was hurting. It was awful.

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Then I was looking out at a landscape. It was where a school was that I must have attended. There were beautiful green hills in the backdrop sloping down into a green valley. The only obstructions were poor building planning. Thought and or effort that did not go into the buildings and the construction. We were in the present but were able to look at how it was in the past. My friend was saying how this and that was horrible. I looked at one building that used to exist. It looked like a squattier version of Pisa but made with red brick. It was crumbling. I said the idea was still nice, they just needed to build it better and with nicer materials. Then there was a pile of ?? dirt and clay. It was a place the school would use for mock archaeological digs. I said I loved that idea. He thought it was atrocious.

dog fur

This one is kind of foggy... I know I was in a house either picking something up from a friend's? a bike? or? Seems as if there was possibly a garage sale going on?? or?? A friend of his came over and he had a HUGE dog...like ... between a horse and a great dane. It rubbed up against me and would leave tons of hair on me. As it would walk by, the hair would roll up together so I could pull it off in long strips the size of a cat's tail.

irish wedding and precious cats

I dreamt I was in Ireland. I was going there to see friends and go to a wedding. We were all staying in one old building and the bride had already been there, making lists of tasks that we would do for the wedding. She brought her three cats along and they had already made themselves at home in the apartment. I was happy to have a place to stay, as I didn't really plan well. We were in a room, some guys and girls and waiting for when we were supposed to leave for something. Our host said... isn't precious cute? (meaning one of her cats).. then one of the friends, an overweight black girl said... Precious?  I'm the one called Precious, you need to rename your cat.

ex friends, ex boyfriends...

I first dreamt of a girlfriend of mine that we split off in bad terms. I had written her to see if she had any photos of us. She sent me a box that had anything that had to do with our friendship in it and things that came from inspiration from our friendship. Was she done with it all? We talked and were cordial. It was strange and left a pit in my stomach. That feeling of guilt, regret, unknown feelings, ...

That went to running into my exboyfriend's group of friends and family. There was some event at a restaurant/hotel. I couldn't get away from them and part of me just wanted to face it and be done. The dream went on and on... gave me the same feeling as above but with a bit of relief in that I wasn't fighting it anymore...

Then I was sharing an apartment with my exbf. We had just bought a couch together. There was a cloth on top of it and when I would pull it up, the light would hit the couch and a dark spot would show itself... then be fizzed out (like a foamy cleaner) by the light. As each spot came up, the light would show and it would be "fizzed" and gone again. I was regretting moving in with him, regretting purchasing a couch with him.... and so thought... we could take it back now... the couch had something wrong with it and we can undo all of our commitments. Then a woman came in. Someone I used to work with. She was a classically beautiful person, but had a bit of a dorky countenance, so her pretty was slighted by her presence. In the dream she walked in and was elegant and beautiful. She had moved from being the awkward duckling to a princess. She pulled out two gowns she was to wear at some event.... My ex was basically drooling. He thought she was beautiful. She walked to look out the window wearing a teal satin gown with an exposed back. She looked so feminine, so beautiful.. I felt like there was no way I could compete, not that I had to. 

grass rug, concert and white rats

I dreamt that an african man gave me a rolled up grass "rug." It has a wooden pole at each end and then blond woven grass between. I found a place in a seating room to lay it down. He looked disappointed and insulted. This was not a rug, it was a wall hanging.

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I dreamt our workgroup came back from a fieldtrip during a retreat. We came back to where we were staying and I was running up to the building to put things back at my bunk. A guy at work asked if I could print something for him, he had it in his hand, but he had dropped some water on it. I said sure, and then he changed his mind and said he would wait for his current copy to dry. Then there was going to be entertainment. A man was singing in the front. I recognized his music and was excited to be able to listen. I saw some guys get up and leave because it wasnt' their type of music. The man went from sitting in a chair playing guitar, to being dressed in a skirt and wig and was done up like a woman for shock value. He was singing and dancing and being gregarious. He walked over to a stone wall (we were in some sort of historic building or archaeological site). He was singing and walking up the wall hanging on to metal rings that were placed here and there. It was amazing how well he was doing beings it was his first time there and he hadn't practiced. I was way in the back, standing... almost as if I wasn't part of the people that should be entertained. He walked through the crowd straight to me, not taking his eyes off me while he sang. He told me I was beautiful, really beautiful and then he kissed me. It wasn't a come-on or sexual. I felt like I was noticed for the first time... like the real me, not superficial me. And the kiss was from his heart to my heart appreciating who I was. When he walked away I felt warm feelings.

Then I was in a room with some friends. They are married and were sitting and watching tv. I saw uncooked rice all over the ground. Then I thought I saw moving bugs in with the rice. I told them that we need to clean this up so the whole place isn't infested. Then the bugs were white rats.
concert - guy singing climbing on wall, dressed like woman... guys leaving, him kissing me etc

white limo, talent search

I was leaving from downtown to the west. I went with a friend of mine and he had a large white limo that we would be taking. The way from the city went through hills and country sides and then back to my home town. As we were going into my home town a street away from where I lived, the car peaked it's nose around the corner, almost as if I was acting through it. I didn't want anyone to see me in this white limo. I felt as if they would think I was bragging, being too good, and that I had to hide my success and well being. I did end up seeing two girls from my school. They were girls that were not really involved in anything like sports, acting, band, nor did they excel at scholastics or art and they did not stand out. They saw the limo and rolled their eyes, putting down the idea of the car, the idea of success, the idea of excelling.

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I was in some sort of coastal town. I'm not sure if it was a camp, a school or?? but I found myself in a group that was to perform a play. I didn't feel comfortable in my role. I only had two lines.... same two words said twice, they would take maybe 5 seconds to say, but they didn't feel right. I couldn't see where the dialogue fit in with the rest, where the character fit in. It felt like a completely foreign item thrown in and it felt wrong, sounded wrong, and I didn't feel connected to the group, the play, the activity... I couldn't go through with it. It didn't help that each time I was supposed to say my lines, I forgot all two words.  The woman that was supposed to speak after me was Latin or Italian... VERY dramatic and I thought she could at least pull something off even if it didn't fit. Why doesn't she just take my part too?  I told them to at least let me see the old black and white movie that the play was from, so I could get an idea of how to do it. We moved into the next room and they wanted to take a group photo. It moved from a stressful mood, to a very friendly and loving mood. I was wearing light blue, actually took an ok shot, and that was that.

Then I was in a gymnasium of sorts. It was a large pleasant room, lots of sunlight, wood floors and so on. There was a woman in an office seeing people, one by one to review their talent. There were only a couple of people left, myself and two boys, that when you saw them closer, you knew they were men. I was wondering why I was there. What was I going to do for my talent? The two guys started playing their guitars while waiting. One had an acoustic and the other a black bass that he played on it's back and he would just tap his finger on a string and it would make an full beautiful sound. I accidentally dropped a nail file on the bleachers and one of them picked it up and gave it back to me and we started talking.  I asked them if they were playing George Jones?  They said yes... They were very nice and also very ??? one purposed. It seems they were there to play beautiful music and give off that feeling, no other intentions or goals. No tension in them. We all walked into the talent lady's office. She seemed orderly and stern, but still wanting to be pleasant. One of the guys walked to the window. Through it you could see a fence and large bunnies behind it. It seemed he reached through the glass and picked up the bunny. It seemed happy to be there on its back getting petted. The lady was impressed and ooh'd and aah'd about how good he was with animals.

spaceship, elizabeth taylor, house remodel

I dreamt that I had just crashed in a spaceship. It was a small one, about the size of two large helicopters. I was looking around where we crashed and as I looked, I saw several different versions of the crash, as if I was looking through different lives and different decisions. No matter what life I was in or decision I had made, the outcome was similar, my one friend would die (he was human in one life and died from the crash, red skinned with horns in another, dying from an attack from something on that planet with a large tusk protruding through his chest, and so on) and I would be there with the other people looking for what to do next. Elizabeth Taylor (not sure which life) was on my ship. She died in the crash as well. She had left no family, so her belongings were up for grabs. I was looking at her rings. She had a ring on each hand. Some were delicate and some were gaudy. I picked one and showed it to my mom and said I liked this one. It was small and had a pearl in the center with intricate metal work framing the edge. She didn't much care for it. Then I was looking through a box of Elizabeth's belongings. It had odds and ends and then there was a tiny, very old box. I opened it and it had a large diamond shaped like a heart. It was dangling from a purple ribbon. I recognized it as a precious jewel from the royal family that Elizabeth had acquired some how. I thought ... what a treasure and how lucky I am that it is mine. I immediately started searching my memory to make sure none of this should go to someone. I knew there was no more family, but what if she had left things to a friend? On the other hand, how would anyone know, and did we even know if we would ever return to our home planet? I decided to keep it but only to return it to the royal family. I felt guilty holding on to it in a finders keepers way. Then I left to check out the area. I knew it wasn't too safe to be out in the open and that I needed to get away from that area. I ran across a small one man helicopter. There was no shell really, nor motor. It ran by sitting on a plate and holding on to two bars that were connected to a propeller that was under you, not above. I also could see what I was wearing at this point, short short black shorts and black high heeled wedges. How Eon Flux of me.... Anyhoo... I kept trying to get up in the helicopter but realized it was chained to a dog house. Then someone came out of the dog house, either a woman or a long haired man.. I knew I needed to give up on the helicopter and move on....

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I dreamt my  mother was in the middle of a remodel. It seems she was focusing on the yard, the porch and a deck, but the house was demolished as well. The front yard was a mess, all torn up, although the stones from the front steps to the sidewalk were in place. She was hemming and hawing over it not being perfectly in line. I told her it didn't really matter because one side of the steps was at a right angle and the other side was swirly and ornate. She wasn't listening and kept talking to herself. I sat in the dirt and was under some sort of construction. There were little dogs playing in the yard. I wanted to pet them and there were small wrapped chocolates turned in to the dirt.
mom's house remodel, dogs, ....??

swamp monsters, robert de niro, Do-it-yourself Nip & Tuck

Drove to Seattle to get something. Not sure what. I was walking around some campus or gated neighborhood. There was a large pond in the middle that was full of vegetation like seaweed. It seemed dangerous like it could suck you up at any time. Then I saw a wolf. I wasn't sure if I was more scared of it or the pond. It seemed to be stuck out in the middle and although I didn't want to get bit, or swallowed by the pond, I couldn't just let it drown. I started walking through the long tendrils of green and slipping under the water. Although it was evening, underwater I could see figures swimming not to far away. They were not human, although I would see what looked like a human foot moving. Their heads were long, with their mouths protruding out past their nose and forehead.

They were scary and I was looking at how soon I would reach the wolf. I thought even if they got me and the wolf, I could live with that more than I could never having tried. I reached the wolf and took it back to shore. Then it had turned into more of a dog and had a collar. I looked to try and see where it belonged. I didn't want to chance it getting stuck in the pond again. I dark haired women saw me and let me in. I think it was her dog, but it was unclear. She just welcomed me in and fed me and gave me a room to stay in. It felt ok to be there, but I felt like I needed to go. I had a class back in Portland and it would be (in my dream) a 3-4 hour drive. I decided to sleep a bit then take a shower and get going. I arrived a bit late, but it would be fine. As I was walking through campus, I saw one of my instructors, Robert De Niro. He was a nice man and smart, but he wasn't one to let you get away with things... but also wasn't one for guilt. When I saw him I realized that I had forgotten my 4 other classes that I had signed up for that semester. I had attended the first class of each but then focused on the one so much that I lost track of the others. I explained it to him wanting him to understand that I wasn't being a flake. He seemed fine with it in a ... no babies died, sort of way.  Then I walked over to some friends. They were all having lunch on the grass under a tree. I sat with them and was making things out of the plants and grass. One girl and I were trying to tie something to a string with these long reeds of grass. She was half hazardly twisting things around.

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I had this do-it-yourself kit for eye lines. I think you were supposed to lightly slice with an exacto type blade, barely piercing the skin, and then with some ointment etc.., everything would heal tighter than before. I had not had a steady hand or didn't read the instructions because I had sliced all the way through. I could see the fat layers under my cheek. I for some reason took a pair of tweezers too it too thinking maybe I should take some fat out. I thought it would be difficult and I would only be able to get out small bits at a time but large pieces came out. I was nausious to think what I did to myself. I had a cut between my eye and my nose, horizontally across my forhead and under they eye. I needed to get to a professional. I showed a doctor what I had done and he was nonchalant about it. He said make an appointment. An appointment wouldn't be for two days. By then my face may stay like that or fall off! He said it would be ok.

Then I went to get my hair done. Somehow I had dark brown, almost black hair and it looked good. Mind you, it wasn't my face or my haircut. I couldn't decide if I should go ahead an go brunette or stay blond. No one seemed to be helpful in giving me feedback either. Going brunette felt like a change for change without a guarantee, but in a good way. Blond felt good, but like I was wimping out and not moving forward with my life.

moving, victorian, two faced

I was in a room that was very crowded. I was staying in someone's place, but her things were still there. Boxes of items in her closet, some clothes, and things around the room. I had decided not to go into work that day on a fluke and I was glad I had made that choice because a pile of women showed up in my room going through things. They were women who represented ...? popularity I suppose. People from high school and some previous jobs that had all been popular, the "in" crowd.  I saw that one of them had a tile about 6 inches by 6 inches that had neatly placed color swatches and a sketch of a room. I said "oh, I didn't know you were a designer?" awkwardly. She looked up and said yes in a "what's it to you?" sort of way. I was getting stressed. I didn't want to assume any authority in the place because I was staying at the kindness of a friend, but at the same time, I didn't want them messing with my things. I started just getting my items and moving over to my bed, or to a side of the closet and so on. I could see they seemed to know which items were hers and which were not.

Then I walked out of the house and decided to get some breakfast. The line was long and people didn't seem to mind as it was a good place. The building was an old victorian house that had been there for years. The outside was painted in red, black and white, and not well. You could tell it had been painted over several times as all of the edges were rounded and took on odd shapes. For some reason it still looked ok and even gave it more charm. A man looked at me. He looked middle eastern, but like a character in an old children's book. He had a very long face, tanned skin and the long skinny nose with the bump in the middle. He was making fun of how horrible the house looked and that they should tear it down. I was telling him that although it may not seem old in his country, it is a very old house in our area and a prize. I looked back at him and his face turned into a smiling black man with dreadlocks and he was holding his little girl. I was a little upset his face had changed because I wanted to study his face more. I decided to not have breakfast and walked down the stairs. 

secret agent

I dreamt I was in a large warehouse. It was at least two story and had those huge freight elevators in it. It almost felt like one of those old department stores with the lazy feel of canned music and not much going on. There were items stacked together in rows with enough room for a couple of people to walk through between them. It wasn't like they were in a pile of boxes. It was more like you were in someone's attic, looking at piles of possible treasures. There were a few "clerks" milling around, but not many, as the upstairs wasn't used as much. I was a secret agent and I had some items upstairs, but they were behind a special wall that no one new about besides myself and the agency that created it. I had a couple of people that were with me to help get my things, but they also were unaware of the wall. One of them was talking to me and I hushed him quiet. I told him that these clerks , at least some of them were undercover as well and watching our every move. 

PE teacher and tricycle

I was with some people from a school where I was a student. A man that was my PE teacher in grade school, who everyone had a crush on, was sitting and chatting with us. He seemed wise and like he was understanding of things, yet still had his own opinions. He was saying that I was one of those women who was high maintenance. He really didn't know me,but assumed by how I looked. I brought up several examples of why I wasn't. How I had lived a life not like that. Then in my mind I was thinking... why am I explaining myself to him, and what if I was ....? would that be such a bad thing?  I was walking away and he followed me and we continued talking. We had warm feeling toward each other. I then split off from him heading somewhere and I saw this little girl, about the age of 2 or 3. She was pedaling a little pink plastic tricycle. She had her little sister, who was about 6 months old in the back in a basket. I felt it looked safe enough. As she pedaled there was a little baby doll head affixed to the front of the tricycle. It was face down, sticking straight out the front and would turn from left to right as she pedaled. I thought, hmm they need to change that, it looks like the baby is saying no, no, no.... 

hot tub and giant

I dreamt I was at a friend's house. Not sure of the friend or the house. It was strange and messy. I felt a bit in the way and like I should be doing something. They had a hot tub in the nook off of the kitchen and a friend of mine was in there. There was a folding table in the room, bags of things, stuff on the floor, stacks of things on the counter... the place was very cluttered. It made me feel like I couldn't concentrate or rest. I was supposed to get into the hot tub, but I couldn't find my suit. I realized there were some bottoms I could wear. I found them and was starting to put them on. Then my friend got out and was going to go to bed for the evening. Just myself and one other person was downstairs. All of a sudden a giant man came in the back door. He was really tall and large. He looked like a cross between this blond guy I know and Macy Gray. He went from being a large black man, to a blond to a man with Macy's face and a bob like afro. I noticed his nose was very very small. I was thinking that he would make a pretty woman maybe... or that if he married someone with a large nose, it would be nice, because the children might take after him. He was looking for my friend and I could tell he wasn't going to be nice to her. I said I was unaware of where she was or how to get in touch with her. He sat on the floor, legs stretched out and he seemed to be tired. I was scared of him but at the same time he felt harmless. More bark than bite.

vodka, pregnant friend, and kittens

Dreamt I was preparing wine at work, but then I had this serving bowl  that I had accidentally put orange juice and vodka in. It was hard to carry and not spill it. I figured we would use a ladel and serve it that way. A coworker came in to see how I was and I explained the above and that we had options besides just  wine.

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I had a dream a friend of mine was pregnant She wearing denim overalls and they had pleats at the chest and were very flattering somehow. Actually she looked that best I have ever seen. She was making food, and doing dishes. She was saying her husband was very busy and she was staying out of his way. He told her to while he was taking care of some case. 

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I had some catks, but then went to mall, there were dogs (white scotty, black shiba inu, white shiba inu) . They were very cute and I felt I needed to get them. So I bought them and rolled them up on a towel on my lap and drove and bought supplies. When I came home, they were kittens. I took them inside and they were inspected the house and some other cats I had. They were super cute but I was feeling of regret, buyer's remorse. What would I do with all of these cats. Now I was one of those cat ladies! I was thinking that I could sell them or give them to friends. I called my mom to tell her what I had done and  that they would probably have to go back to the store because my loan (as if they were cars) wouldn't go through anyway....so.

hocky sticks, burnt trunks and lunch order

My first dream was vague. I was with my mom and we were walking into some old building. I was going to show her where I went to school. It was after hours and we were not supposed to be in there, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to give her a quick peek. The building had beautiful wood work and an impressive curved staircase that seemed to go up forever. We went under the staircase to get to another room and I heard noises. We looked through a crevice in the wall and saw a team of men grabbing for hockey sticks. It seems they were going to practice in the building.

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I was at a friend's house. They are a married couple and have a little Irish friend. He was sitting next to me on the couch and we were chatting, random light conversation. I looked down at our feet. I was embarrassed because my feet were larger than his. Then I looked at his feet and he lad really long toes. Like he could clasp his feet together like one does with their hands with every other finger from the opposite hand. I started feeling less self conscious about my feet. Then I was in the kitchen and there was some sort of mess. My friends were mad at me for not taking care of it and then the Irish guy was yelling at me. Apparently I had baked cookies and while the cookie sheet was still hot from the oven, had set it and the cookies in the trunk of my car, which caught some tissue paper on fire and then the whole trunk was ruined. He was saying.. you just can't do things like that. I was feeling horrible and wanted to curl up and disappear, but then he curled up behind me and said it was ok (as in, I'm still loved) but you just can't do those things. When he curled up behind me, he was like a Lego piece with the protruding bit snapping in through my back into my heart with a warm loving feeling. I immediately felt better.

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I was supposed to order lunch for a meeting for a group of people. I thought the meeting was in two days, but it ended up being today. I was feeling the "oh crap!" and rushing to see what I could do. The conference or meeting was in a big grassy area. It was like everyone was laying out on blankets for picnicking or to watch a concert. I saw this woman that was kind of hippy, wild like with red hair. She was the one holding the meeting and that was going to give a speech. She had been in the bathrooms and was using my hairdryer. I told her that I would need it back. She was smiling and happy to go get it. I was feeling better about lunches, I just need to see what people wanted. My friends were laying on some blankets that were mine. After ordering the lunch, I would be leaving, so I asked for my blanket back. They were folding it up to give it to me. Then I went back to some building that seemed almost like a large school or?? It had rooms for classes but also rooms that people lived in. I went to one place to gather some more things. Friends were in that one too and I was gathering my blankets from them as well. There was a girl there from my junior high. She looked just like she did back then, but even back then she had an adult feel to her. She was also looking through a magazine. I said, I need to get that too. As she was flicking through the pages, I saw beautiful photos of things I wanted to make (it was a food magazine). I remember some pancakes dusted with powdered sugar and what looked like pumpkin seed brittle, but the brittle part was clear like hard candy and shiny.

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Then I had a barely there dream... There were no visuals, but it said Good Morning Carrie, then a woman's name (knowing it was a writer) and something? Random Kinetic Form...

white convertible camero

I dreamt I was parking my car and running late. I stopped around the corner of the house and parked. My friend parked his white convertible camero in the driveway. He walked inside and we were talking about the house decor and what needed to be changed. He is an designer. He didn't look like he felt well and he was walking around, getting a glass of water to drink, looking through papers and then he went in the front yard and peed next to a tree. I said "what are you doing?!?  You can't just do that!" He looked at me like I was being silly. Like I was holding up some old rule that didn't exist anymore. He came inside and then went back out and did it again. I asked him if he thought maybe he should get a doctor checkup. I thought either his brain was malfunctioning or he had something wrong with his urinary tract. Then we went outside and he was extremely upset. He was talking to this guy saying that he ruined his car. Apparently he had ran into his white car. My friend was also complaining that he ruined his chances at some old rare car. It was his one and only chance to get it and the guy messed up the deal and then to make matters worse, he ran into the one car he did have.

with these women.... finding why we feel we know each other.... one woman gives me a warm feeling, the other a blue cool feeling. So the warm one is someone in my past. Then a girl I know, I feel like she was i my past too, but it is something different. either her type is in my past or? I can't figure it out...

parade and grapes

I was in a bedroom upstairs in a house. It was a large house, lots of light, lots of nice feeling, lots of fluffy blankets in my bed. I was trying to get some sleep in and a friend of mine asked if he could sleep in the same room on the floor. While I was sleeping he tried to get into bed with me. I immediately woke up and told him where to go...

Then I was in another room looking out on the porch and eating grapes. There were these really big ones that were sweet, but then these dainty ones, almost like champagne grapes but light green and they were nice and tasted flowery.   Then I was leaving the house. I was in a Portland, OR and in the SW part of the city up a hill. There were crowds all through the city lined up on the sidewalks leaving the roads bare for an expected parade. I don't know what the parade was supposed to be for, but myself and some others were floating down the street (not sure what on) on the route. Everyone was cheering, not for us, but for the upcoming event. It was more like we were invisible or known not to be important. Kind of like the police that check the route to make sure it is clear before a parade.

drift wood and party decor

I went to the coast. It was the Oregon coast, so it was gray and misty. A friend of mine had taken some drift wood, not the kind that has fallen from a tree and been tumbled smooth, but pieces of wood that have come from an old building or boat, turned gray and the grain has separated and the wood is rough with dark grooves of charcoal. She was laying it in a frame shape and placing white shells as decoration at the corners. It was going to be her latest style with new creativity. I was going to compliment her, but she seemed busy and the effort to talk loud over the wind didn't seem worth it.

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I was in some .. hmm was almost like an outside warehouse. We had walked up there on a dirt   road that was a bit wet. The warehouse had a wall or fence around it made of plastic and odds n ends. When we came to the entrance there were all kinds of things in the alleys. There were boxes of cratepaper, pinatas, plants, and so on.

wedding restaurant

I dreamt that I was getting ready to see some friends who were getting married. They had just came into town. Some other town in the US, but not sure where. Somewhere picturesque, hilly, etc. They were still looking for venues for their wedding and restaurants. I was confused because they were supposed to get married in Berlin. They said noo.... they were going to get married in the US and then have the reception in Berlin. I just felt lucky that I happened to be able to go to both. The bride was a little stressed and not happy. One of the women in our German class was going to be in the wedding. She is Spanish with dark hair, but in the dream she was blond. She was also a little stressed. I was showing her parents a restaurant that was a possibility and getting them the menues to look over. It was on a hill and had a nice sunny view of the valley and the town.  The overall feeling was that people were stressed and I didn't want to be the cause of it, and I wasn't, but some how I still felt like I was.

dog hair

I dreamt I was with this guy. We were being intimate and was getting up to move and he got a phone call. He answered and I could hear a woman's voice and knew what she was talking about. I had shared a video with him that was from my place of work that was confidential. He had shared it with her and other people and they were planning on spreading it on the net. I could hear her laughing and him laughing and I was so angry. I took the dvd case and was telling him to get off the phone and to stop what was happening. I hit him on the shoulder with the dvd case which was as affective as hitting a table with a feather. I was so frustrated and felt so out of control of the situation. Then I was leaving and was calmer. I went to my car and his dog (a yellow lab, although he doesn't own one).. jumped in the car. The car had black interior and the dog was shedding horribly. I'm also allergic to dogs... He was trying to get the dog out, but then the dog was scared and peed all over inside the car. He tried to clean it but it was all in and through the carpeting.

Argh... happy birthday to me. :-s

roommate

I should have written this one down sooner. Funny... I woke up at 3:00 a.m. and repeated it several times in my head thinking it would stick. Then I woke up about every hour and did the same thing...

Now all I can remember of my dream is something about a middle aged gay roommate.  Hmph... need to keep a notebook by the bed.

baby clothes

I was going on some trip. I had just arrived in my car. It was kind of a beachy type place, but not hot and summery. Everyone was staying in some rental house. There were families there all unpacking and their kids were running around. I had arrived with just a wallet. I figured I could get what I needed in the town. There was one night where I had to where something niceish and I already knew a couple of stores to go to. A couple of the other women had to do this too so we all left together. I felt separate from these people. I knew we were all friends of some sort, but I was faking it. I went through the motions to appear like a "normal" person, but did not feel connected to these people. We were in the stores and a woman came out saying pretty much everything had sold out and the woman didn't have new inventory yet. I walked in anyway. She had just a few tops hanging and the rest was empty. I turned to leave because I knew of another store. Some of the group was there and shopping too. I used some of their lingo and their mannerisms and smiled and told them my plans to be friendly and then went off to the next place.

Then I was in my current boss's house. I was washing dishes. I was an employee for him in his home that week. He had a lady friend over and she had a baby. I was seeing that he or his lady friend had some clothes that she wanted to take back that were children's clothes. Some her child had grown out of, others were gifts. I was separating the clothes. There was one on a unique hanger. A little blue gingham button down shirt for a boy with shorts under. I took the shirt off and the shorts were held on by two "pins." They were either magnetic, but then as I pulled on them on the sides, it was as if the hanger had cork on either end and you could put a stick pin in to hold the sides of the pants up. I thought... if they throw this away, I will take it to my friend who has twins. Then there seemed to be a pile of clothes as if someone just brought in laundry and a pile of children to go with it. They were all in another room watching some cartoon as I finished dishes and laundry. A woman walked in, she was one of the mothers that was at the cabin. Now she was "above" me and knew I was a servant of sorts. I said how cute her daughter looked (just being nice) and that her outfit was cute. She nodded in a .."of course she looks cute, it cost a mint and she always looks cute and who are you to be commenting" sort of way (quite the complicated nod). I shrugged and sighed internally and went on with my business. She mentioned she heard that I had lost my wallet (at the beginning of the dream I brought my wallet, but it changed into that not only did I not pack, I lost my wallet as well). I said yeah... I think I put it down when I was looking at something, etc. She was making comments on how irresponsible that was. Then I saw she was sitting on the floor with a child's outfit hanging on the wall in front of her. She was doing needle work. It was a gift for someone and the stitches somehow had to do with what the father did for a living.

Then I was back near the stores. I was walking along and ran into a friend that I haven't seemed to have returned her calls. She was asking me how I was and what I was up to. I found a piece of chocolate in my purse that was crunchy (had some crunchy mint thing inside... then later turned into a pretzel with chocolate inside) and I was crunching on it I think just due to my nerves, not my hunger. I saw her looking at me and I gave it up to her. She took it and made some comment on that it was bitten on already. ...

travel size products

I was leaving school. I don't know if I was supposed to leave or not. Something felt like I was hiding my leaving. It felt like it was time to go, so maybe I was hiding my leaving so someone wouldn't catch me as I left for one more thing to do. I was following someone else up some stairs. They were through the woods, but the stairs were black carpeting. I saw something on the ground and picked it up. Someone had dropped a travel or sample size of some lip gloss... I left it there in case the person came back. Then I kept seeing more travel sized items. Some hair gel, face wash, and so on, but placed, not dropped. I was thinking. .hmm maybe the person stole the items and didn't want to keep them on their person, or maybe they just wanted to see what someone would do when they found them. When I came to the last ones I saw, I decided... why not and picked them up. Just as I did it a man was walking up and I felt caught. I felt like I shouldn't have been picking up these items that were not mine.

shallow sea and back-combing

I was on the ocean or sea. As in floating on top of it. If I had not been floating, it would be a few inches down to the bottom. It was very calm, a slight breeze, and easy to float on. I felt like I wish everyone could feel this ease and calmness. There was much more to it, but it faded...

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Another dream where Reese Witherspoon was telling me how I should do my hair. She was speaking with a souther accent and telling me that for more volume, I need to back comb. Now she had just complimented me on my hair, and I never back comb, but she felt I should be doing it as if it is by some miracle that I have gone this far in life without doing it. As she started to do it I just could feel all of my hair snapping and breaking... it  was a point of no return. Even though part of me felt like Luke Skywalker dangling in space with one hand missing agonzing .... another part of me just shrugged and thought, this too will pass and it is making her feel good.

movie...

Short dream that a friend of mine was in a movie and we were watching it as if it wasn't him.

casket, naked race and kayaks

busy night.... I didn't even eat ice cream before bed

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I think it all started with a wedding. I saw my friend who is going to get married in Berlin. The feeling was a bit tense. Things didn't seem to be going right and she was annoyed. Then I was at the reception. It was part inside, part out. Lots of people chatting, dressed nice, milling about. My mother was there somewhere. I overheard her say something about a casket outside. I thought...I knew that was my name! I ran back out there to double check and it was a little marble box with my name chiseled on top. I opened the box and there was a body inside... mine as a baby. There was a card and a spiral notebook on top. It was my mother's hand writing. It read that she had killed me and felt regretful. I had been from another man she had met and she couldn't let anyone know..., it would have been a disaster, so she killed me before I matured so it wouldn't be obvious where I came from. (sheesh)....
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Then from around the same area, I was in a race. I think the same people were attending. It was a naked race though. I was cheating a bit in that I had cotton undies on (like the kind you wore as a little girl) and I was holding my chest. My excuse was that my hands were busy supporting my upper half so I wasn't able to take the undies off. I was not going to run naked. As we were getting closer to the finish line, there were supporters cheering us on. I ran into an ex-coworker and said hello to her, and then kept going. I was near the lead, and was kind of proud that I was more in shape than I expected. The race ended inside the building where the reception was being held and there was a cash prize of some sort.
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So.... a man was on the side of the road. I'm not sure if I could see this or just knew it. Like he had crashed, but was under water? Something like that. Some men in kayaks went out to save him and I was with them. They rolled the man over into a kayak that had a lid that would cover it. It was more of a "trailer" for kayaks. They told me to get in with him and I said, no, I was claustrophobic (seems I've always been pronouncing that word wrong). They said..."you are not claustrophobic" but then I kept pushing the point. I didn't want to be in there with that man... nor in something I couldn't wield in a river. Then I actually started feeling claustrophobic thinking about it and I said "See!?!" So, I jumped out and got in my own kayak and went out ahead of them to get away. They were not happy and trying to come after me. I was going at a much quicker pace to where I couldn't see them behind me anymore. Then I was kayaking on the road. More like sledding down the hill. I would have to put my hands out and grasp the asphalt in order to make turns. I was thinking ... at some point this will not be downhill and then what will I do? Then I was hoping that I wasn't in the way of traffic. I didn't want to cause an accident and just as I thought it, a huge pile up happened in an intersection. But I somehow had an aerial view (pretty gruesome) and I could see I wasn't at fault.

dream interpreting life

Ok, so I dreamt my mother was showing a guy friend of mine her old wedding ring and offering it to him as a hint to ask me to marry him. I was furious and embarrassed because we are no way in that kind of a relationship. She left and then I heard a noise. One that you don't want to make in public... I tried to cover it up by making noise with some paper and it happened again. He looked at me and said.. did you just....? and I said.. umm.... and then it happened again. I was mortified. I was saying... I don't know how it could be me... because I don't feel it in my body... (as I was saying this it happened several more times).  He was kind of disgusted and left to go to the next room... then I barely woke from the dream and I heard the noise again! When I finally woke up I realized the whole time he had been snoring really loud and it must have inspired the above dream... :-s