smoke break

I dreamt that I was in a classroom or buisness place. The building was one of those that had metal framework, and lots of glass for walls, but in a late 70s early 80s way. Some people were outside having a smoke break by a many legged sculpture. It was more like an upside-down octopus. It felt weird as it always does when people have smoke breaks. They have this instant bond that makes absolutely no sense to me... that just because they all need to go outside for this activity, they are instantly friends. I felt that it was an odd reason to feel left out. I didn't like it, but I wasn't going to smoke... So I stayed inside the empty room. Then and old friend of mine KM was leaving the country. We took a tram of sorts and swung on a metal chord all around the city. It felt great in that we could see many things, but a bit out of control in that we couldn't stop where we wanted, or get to know one place better. It kept dropping in all of the places I had been. I was saying how handy it was to KM because I could show her the places. She was glad too because she would have never have seen them otherwise. Then we stopped in that same smoke break area. At that point I think I was a worker, wondering what was going on... then a spy? or... dodging people, sneaking and then bullets were flying. A blond man got it rhough the neck... you could see the hole in the flesh but no blood. It felt someone scary and somewhat exciting to have a purpose there.

makeup

I dreamt that I was in a room with Cameron Diaz, only she was not an actress. We were roommates or had to share this room for whatever reason. I had just received a new makeup kit. I'm not a big makeup wearer, but I was experimenting with different things... nude colored lips and so on. The new makeup kit would be fun to play with and I was excited to dig into it. I had to leave though to go to some appointment. The room we were in felt almost like a grade school classroom. That sort of stale feeling in the air, feeling a bit held back, a bit confused as to what and why, a bit like being in a carnival ride car in line to go next.... but we didn't know how long it would be before we could "go" ... I turned to leave for this appointment and as soon as I did, Cameron snatched up my new kit and started putting it on. I turned around and snapped it back. I was furious, more that she was being sneaky, than she was using my things. I told her that if she wanted to use it, there were other ways of going about it... even if she felt uncomfortable asking out right. I told her she could have acted curious about the product and started talking about makeup ... and possibly I would have offered. I was trying to pound down the idea that being sneaky was absolutely not tolerable, so she should try any other avenue. Mind you in reality, I had it when people beat around the bush when they could just ask the question.

workshop

I dreamt I was in a workshop with what seemed to be a bunch of 1950s style housewives. I was going along with it although I wasn't sure why I was there. I generally liked workshops, so although I didn't fit in, I was sure I would like some of the activities. We needed spiral notebooks to write in. One tall perfect blond lady went to go pick some out because she had forgotten hers. She picked out three that had some of those vintage shots of women in the 50s that looked like they came from old advertisements. She needed notebooks specifically that said 41-97 on them, and I wasn't sure why it was significant. One of the notebooks had some witty saying on the front. Then I was in a different scene. It was if I was in the ?? hmm 30s or early 70s. It was if it was a musical. People were singing what was going on. It all rhymed. I walked into another room and there were two bearded men. They were singing and the last line was " blah blah blah.. when we figure it out." In the "scene" they were living together and were friends or roommates or.... and figure it out meant that they were not sure if they were gay or not.

watermelon tattoo

I dreamt I was at a gathering. It seemed as if it was a bunch of neighbors or families. The nicey nice people with kids and wholesome lifestyles, faces, activities and so on. A gathering I might go to and appreciate the perfection and feel completely out of place in. I was there and hoping it would be over soon or that I would have an excuse to leave. I wondered around and then saw L, my friend's daughter. She was thirsty and so I volunteered to find a drink for her. This was the third best option to escaping, being busy with something where I had a purpose and/or didn't have to interact with the rest of the party. I picked her up and she was pouty. I had a attachment to her and so not only was this a distracting activity, I didn't mind doing it. We went into the kitchen and I was searching for glasses. I wanted to get her water, although I knew she wanted something sweet. Each time I thought I found a glass, it ended up being a bowl or much too large of a glass for her to use. As I was looking an old boyfriend from high school came in. He was with his daughter and fit in much better with the crowd. It was nice to see him though. He was going to help although at first I wanted to do this myself, I appreciated it as my hands were full and I wasn't having any luck finding a glass and L was getting fussier. I looked down at his arm. He had a tattoo on the inside of his forearm. It was really uncharacteristic of him, but I was excited because I just realized I had one too in the same place but the opposite arm. I looked at mine so I could tell him what it was. It looked like a square piece of watermelon rind, pink side up, with a black berry on top. It was in color and I had to look a couple of time to make sure that it was a black berry. I'm not sure what it meant or why I got it, but I was excited that we had something new in common.

snakes fish bugs

I dreamt I was supposed to catch this small cobra. It was smaller than normal and had orange flairs coming off its head. It didn't seem overly scary because it was so small. This was stupid on my part, because poison was poison whether it came in a small or large package. I turned my had for a second and it took a strike at my hand. I pulled it away from my hand and threw it. It had bitten me on my hand. I scanned my area for a solution, a person, a phone, an answer. I was about to ask someone for help to suck out the poison when I realized I could do it myself. I did, but I had no clue if that would take care if it or if the poison was already in my blood stream. A man came over to help. He was tall, in his late 40s with blondish brown hair. It seemed as though he was from another era in how he held himself and what knowledge he seemed to have that came off as wisdom and calm. I looked in the mirror and saw that there was swelling near the left side of my nose. It was solid like a bug bite but larger and not circular. My head felt numb and I could feel the rest of my body getting a numb feeling. I'm sure it was the bite. The man started squeezing the lump near my nose and I could feel warm liquid pouring out down my face and saw it run down his hands and wrist. I could see he was getting nauseous from what he was seeing which made me feel the same. Normally him reacting the way he did, would have made me feel scared... but I was nauseous in response to him, but felt safe. .... Then I dreamt I was on a boat. There was a fishing boat next to us and he was throwing the gutted fish from a small boat to a larger vessel. It was their living. As they were doing this a large fish landed on our boat. I could feel that everyone on our boat felt like it was their loss as well as the chances of us being able to throw it back to their boat and make it were minimal, so we just got ourselves a fish. I felt bad when I saw the man's face. They worked hard for these fish and that was his paycheck he just threw to us. One of our guys came from the cabin. He had an even larger fish and he was quite a large man, and was able to throw it to their boat. I felt better that we didn't "steal" even if the feeling initially was a bit of good fortune and finders keepers. --- Then I dreamt (and possible on the same boat) that these pieces of grass were on a little dog. I went to wipe them away because I knew they would be scratchy. It ended up being little bugs that looked like a chopped up blade of stiff grass. It would land on you and then burrow under your skin... quickly. I was pulling them off the poor little dog when they started landing all over me. At first a couple on my leg and they were easy enough to get rid of, but while trying to get rid of them, more and more and more showed up all over me.

sand river

I dreamt that I was on some large truck or train. It was supposed to carry many other semi-trucks in the back. It wasn't my business or job, but I decided to organize it better or not sure exactly, but it made it possible for all of the trucks to fit and they would only have to make one trip. This made the people, and my dad who it seemed it was partly his job, happy. We had some spare time so I went and walked around outside. It was like a desert. We were surrounded by sand and some rocks and there were workers milling about finishing up things. I walked along the sand over to some boulders. I saw that they were carved. Some archaic, some intricate. I wondered if any of them were old if they had been recent. I looked at one and it had a date of 1997, but then another one looked faded and worn like it was actually very old. On the ground near the boulders there were some more items that looked like artifacts. They were stones but with a glass top like someone had fused the glass on top and put items in the glass for decoration. They were very unique. I picked a couple up to see if I wanted to take one home. One was more attractive visually with just lines in the glass, and one was a bit more gaudy. I normally would have liked the less gaudy one, but for some reason I felt the gaudy one had more meaning or more of a story to it so I decided to keep that one. Near where I was walking I could see the sand moving. It was like a long line of sand that was going in one direction, but only in that line, then it kept getting wider and deeper. I wondered if this was normal, if this had been happening for years? But it couldn't have been. It moved too fast and changed too much. I wanted to talk to someone to see if this was a bad thing? or just a ??

rolling pin

I dreamt I was on some nature walk but it had little kiosks or small buildings with information, like a museum. I was there with my mother. Her and her boyfriend stopped to check out the gift shop. I wanted outside. I realized that I needed to bake a cake for someone's birthday. There were people there from my high school, not really friends of mine, but for some reason I felt it was my duty or socially "nice" to do this. I had planned on making a chocolate cake with cherry filling and whipped cream. I was kind of excited because I had not made this cake before and was curious how it would turn out. I went to my step grandma's kitchen to look for a rolling pin. It was very large and was in three pieces. It didn't make sense to me how it would work. It was too long to maneuver on a counter and none of the sections were smooth, so I started to take it apart to have one usable length. She came out of no where and yelled at me not to touch her cooking utensils. ----- Then I dreamt there was an angel. She was all in blue and normal colored skin and hair. I think she was there being angel-like.. guiding and helping. Then someone was dying or maybe it was me dying.... or it appeared that way to the angel. It was like I was in another realm all of a sudden and sitting on a leaf or a cloud or?? The same angel came this time but in this realm she appeared different. She was pale, her blond hair was a pale whitish blue, her skin was white and she had an extreme look on her face. Even her voice was different, not soft and coming from her mouth, but strong and almost coming from every part of her being. She was coming to take me or the person to the next realm. I was trying to explain that I or that person wasn't dead yet and thought she would recognize me. But in this realm everything was different. You were no longer that being that you were on earth and so she had no memory to connect you with the relationship she had with you on earth.

non solutions

I dreamt that there was a healthy way that dancers and ballerinas ate. I was shown this "secret" diet and it was sweet potatoes, pineapple, greens and I forgot the rest. I was kind of excited because I liked all of the foods. ------ I dreamt that my car had been hit a little and I wanted to save money, so I was going to trade it in for a lesser car. A guy from work (MB) was helping me. He was nice and bumble-y and really thought that he was helping me out.He showed me the first car I could have. It was the vice president's (of the company I work for BG) 7 series BMW that he had wrecked. I told him I didn't want a wrecked car and especially not one that used that much gas. So he offered me a look at another and it was even in worse condition. I told him I wanted my old car back and I would just fix it. Neither of these solutions were solutions. ------ I dreamt that I met a friend of mine from the Netherlands (WW)at a Chinese food place in a foreign country. I think we had just gone to a movie together and then decided to have lunch and catch up. The waitress delivered us our mail at the table. I had received a post card that he had sent me a while back and some long envelope which I was kind of excited to open because it was an odd shape. More like a wide sword shape. Then we left to do some things and came back to the same place for dinner. They delivered more mail... I had another mystery envelope that I was saving to open last. He had received some photos I had developed a long time ago and sent to him.