transfer students

I dreamt that I was in a building with many international folks. They seemed about college age, but more mature, most likely because they were foreign, travelers and so on. I had been through all of this before, so I was watching while they all set up their apartments and shared kitchen spaces. They were all being very organized, getting systems in place of where they would put their produce, seasonings and so on. I told one of them with a smirk, "you know.... this isn't going to stay this way. I've seen it. By the end of the term it will look like this... " there just happened to be a photo of a past resident's kitchen that was all a'muck. He smiled... as though he was thinking about all the adventures this year would hold for him and how it would change the kitchen... and him. They all used a store downstairs for their groceries. I think it was a little Asian store that just sold the bare necessities. I had been going to a larger store, but thought... how nice to just go to the bottom of the building and visit this store and make relationships with the vendors, even if the products were low quality and the business shady. I was looking forward to this year... although I felt not part of them completely.

Dan Ackroyd

I was at a friend's house (JLash). We were going to go out with friends and  his parents who were all nice. There was an antique odd minivan out back. I guess it was mine? We were about to leave and I saw that someone had stolen the van. Then I friend of JL's was being a jerk.. he didn't like me.

Then I was at another friend's JWM's. There were a lot of people there. We were going to curl up together. I was telling him some sob story about the van being stolen, my job being lost. It turned him off. Then a gal friend of his showed up, some blond. She was funny and he wanted to focus on here. Then he was showing photos of when he was little. She must have known him then as she was commenting on the photos. 

Dan Ackroyd showed up. He was nice to me.

red hair

I dreamt that I was taking a class at a community type college. The rooms seemed a bit dated and hodge podge. We were sat in a U shape around the room and it seemed to be then end of a term. I looked up and saw Elvis' ghost. He was singing. I wasn't sure if he was one of those ghosts that is just an instant in a life replaying... or a thinking/feeling ghost. I decided I would send him thoughts and see if I could get his attention. I got it and we started singing together. Then I was sitting and my professor, who was really my chiropractor (RH) said that he would like to trim my hair. The ends seemed like they needed it so I agreed. He ended up dying my hair a purply red. It wasn't me.... I was upset. I knew that I could go back, but it felt Hercules-esque in that I would lose something of myself by losing my normal hair color. I left the class...

I realized I had left something in there, so I went back up from the outside of the building using the stair case, one that was rarely used. I used a key and got in and another class was being held. I planned to just go in, get my bag and turn around. The instructor, a middle aged brunette, stopped me and said I didn't belong in that class. I tried to tell her that I was in the class before it, but she didn't seem to understand... this was a Jewish class and I didn't belong. I got my bag and left back down the stairs. I sat there for a second going through my bag. It had old dishes and things that I realized I didn't want anymore. I was looking forward to getting rid of them as I felt like they just weighed me down.

Then I went to walk home. I was worried a  bit about my hair and what GH would think of it. I was living in a small home behind a home, which was owned by Oprah. She was nice in letting me live there and gave me a tour of the place, apologizing for the small size. I thought it was just perfect. I had seen it as small initially and realized it had another set of rooms that I hadn't seen. I had my old dog Sophie with me and she said, just no peeing in the house. I think she did pee.

Then I thought I saw some poo too, but it was just an old paper bag rumpled up on the floor.

oddities

I dreamt that I was on a road trip with some friends (JP and RB). We drove down one road that had a sign that said such and such town/village... it ended up being a dead end and there was just one home at the end saying it sold antiques (that they had many shops etc.).. It ended up being just one run down house with trinkets. I looked around for fun.. found some old items. It was kind of fun. Then one girl that we were not with said.. (as though this pile of stuff was mine to take)... are you sure you want none of it? I saw a few nice items in there. Once you look for sure, then I will take what you don't like.

I saw a pretty broach... at least I thought it was one. I wasn't sure of the design, but it looked nice. I couldn't figure out how to secure it onto cloth, but could tell it was still in tact. Then I saw several kinds of nativity scenes. I thought jackpot. My step mom collects them and she had probably never seen any of these, they were so unique. The girl was right, there were treasures. Part of me felt bad if I was taking something she liked...

black clay

I dreamt that there was a new tram being built. It seemed to be able to take you anywhere. It wasn't on ground level. It went over all obstructions and even out to the farming areas. It was close to being done, minus the business end of how to charge and ticketing, so it would be free for now. They encouraged people to ride it saying the more that you would, the faster and more efficient it would be. I was out in a farm area and decided to give it a try. It was so handy and so nice to have. I was looking forward to new opportunities with it. I went from the tram, which seemed to be high in the sky, to a home. It was a large studio type place. I loved it and said that I would like to live in a place like this. Someone else went on and said yes, if you added a room here and there, but I disagreed. I loved it as is.  There were many of us in the room and we were experimenting with a new invention. One guy tried it first. He held some black clay in his hand an kneaded it for a bit, then he sat in a chair, some lights would go buzzing and flashing on a screen that he sat in front of, the chair would spin, and out of his hand would jump a character, a live character. It seemed to have some of the originators personality... or something from him and it danced around. We all decided to try it. We all sat down at the same time with our black clay and spun in our chairs. Out of my hand jumped a character with a very large head and small body. Everyone laughed jokingly at it. I said Oh... it must be from my memory of those goofy sketches people do at fairs making a characture of you  with a large head and small body. The next time we were going to put more though into it...

kayaking

I was in a nice hotel in some foreign place. I think my dad and I were on a trip or maybe it was my friend (BB). I had just realized I needed to check out that day at noon and it was almost noon. I had a TV on up in the corner. I think it was playing the news. I went to the shower which was in the corner of the room. I reached in to get something I had left in there and accidentally turned the shower on and got wet. Not a happy shock. I decided I had to hurry and pack and get out of there. I stopped to look out the hotel window and saw a hill of grass and wood beyond that. Why hadn't I gone out there. I wanted a bit of an adventure ... some nature... It was just a walk to get there. I'm not sure if it was laziness? did I think too much about the how's and when's?  Next time.

I was thinking to myself, I needed to tell people about the peach ice cream I had near the hotel. It was amazing and it felt like a find.

Then I was kayaking, I think with my dad. We were having a good time. I think my step mom showed up too.  We were going along really nicely and I thought I really needed to do this more often. We looked over at a long kayak type boat. It was full of men in blue uniforms, it looked as though they were from the civil war. They were.... They were kayaking next to us, but almost in another bit of water. They were in snow and the water was freezing and their kayak was barely keeping their heads above water. I felt bad for them and lucky that I wasn't kayaking in that cold of water. They all looked a little blue.

We continued on and I looked down at my paddles that looked more like fins. They were flopsy. I saw in the water out front a different paddle end that was more stiff. I was going to toss it and after a second look and thought ... I thought that would be a much better paddle to kayak with. It would be a faster and more controlled ride.

the club

I dreamt that I was sitting at a cafe with my step mom. I was on interview number 2 with an exclusive company. It felt more like a club than a company. It was very hard to become a part of... Everyone dreamt of it like one might dream of flying, it wasn't going to happen. For some reason they were interested in me. Three of them sat down at the small round cafe table, all dressed perfectly... like you might see in a fantasy movie. They were almost not human. Every hair in place, skin perfect, outfits perfectly styled and pressed. Not clothes that you could get your hands on in the local department store. They all had an air of confidence, maybe over confidence, smugness, superiority ... holier than thou. It looked as though they were giving you a gift by being in your presence. Our session was finished. They liked me, thought I was special and unique and wanted me to start training with them as soon as possible. I turned to my step mom after they left. "I don't understand why they like me. Not that I'm not good at what I do, but I don't feel that they asked any questions that would reveal my abilities. What were they going by? My aura??" 

Then I was at their location. I had a winter coat on with a fur hood. I walked into a huge building almost warehouse like and there was a line of people that I had to join. It seemed there were different stations that you had to go through to be initiated or trained. I saw that some were eager to go through each process, good little "soldiers," while others felt fearful. Was it that they couldn't turn back? Afraid of something new? or were they afraid of something worthy of being afraid of. I thought I would just see for myself. I was at a station that was the last one for that room. I had to climb up a contraption that seemed to have some sort of large tub at the top. A woman was kindly instructing me to get in. It didn't feel right. She felt off. I still had my coat on and I asked if I was supposed to go in clothed or unclothed. She said clothed. I said... but my coat, I don't want to ruin it. I asked her if it would get damaged in what ever the tub would do. She didn't say anything and gave me a tight lipped stare. I needed to leave this place. Something felt wrong. I got a sense that they, what ever they were... would consume you. They pulled you in by making you feel liked, admired, loved, needed, exclusive... and as soon as you handed your "self" over to them, you lost your power.

kidnapped

I dreamt that I was going to an anniversary party for my friends K&D. I was on the east coast and the crew there had all been long time friends with them. It was a bit of a posh party, took the full weekend with different events. I wore a red dress and was worried that it was a bad idea because I had worn it at the last two events with them. I asked someone and they didnt' think it was that bad. Someone at some point accused me of trying to take D away... It was ridiculous. I loved those two and it felt awful. They were all after me and I ran and hid in a room. When I could hear the crowd subsiding, I left the house and ran down a street. Some old fellow, looked a bit like a biker, picked me up and took me to his apartment. I was nervous at first and felt a bit kidnapped, I realized he was truely looking out for me and being nice. It was a very secure feeling.

spit

I dreamt that I was with a friend (SK). She was looking for  a place to eat or??

Then I was in a store. It may have been a mall, it felt large and warehouse like. I was now with my dad? or someone similar. We saw two men or women walk by. They looked like they had stepped right out of some jungle, in full on tribal garb. Their skin was black and their hair was all matted into strings. They looked like they would have a strong scent about them. I wanted to avoid them due to the scent I'm thinking. My friend or dad was excited to see them. He had always wanted to speak to people from this tribe. We walked over and found that one was a man and one was a very old woman. Some sort of witch or wise woman. She took his hand and spit on it. It was a good omen or good luck. She looked at me and smiled and took my hand. I so didn't want to be spat on, as her spit had the color and consistency of cooked blood. But when she grabbed my hand it felt safe, she felt kind, and she had good intentions. She spat on my hand and dabbed it in a few places to make marks on the rest of my hand.

treasures in trade

I dreamt that I was sitting on a guy friend's lap (JL). He was mad at me about not giving him enough attention. We kissed. It was nice and very real. I could feel teh whiskers on his face.

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I dreamt that I was at a relative's of my exbf's house (BW). I was eating some cereal for breakfast? although it was dark out. People were milling around on the back porch. Relatives of his or friends, not sure. I needed to leave. My time there was up. I went out to a back room. I remembered I had these old vintage purses, all in perfect condition. They were a treasure really, not that I liked purses, but they were mint and unique. They were given to me, but I felt funny taking them as if I had to hide them, as if I would be killed if I took them. I started stuffing them into a duffle, my tension rising as I did it. Then I dropped the duffle and left. I felt free.

puppet

I dreamt that I was somewhere.... inside some home. There was an odd table outside made of sticks... kind of artsy. It had a little tiny mock up home on it, but enough space in front for trinkets? jewels?

There were fancy jewels set out on it... some antique. Were they mine? They felt like my responsibility.

A man was outside. He looked either homeless or sketchy. Either way, he felt sketchy. I needed to go out there. I didn't want to be obvious or offend, but I didn't need the items stolen either.

I felt like when I went out there that he wanted more than the jewels. He was wanting control.. like he wanted to hurt me.

For some reason I talked to him, and kept talking... trying to appease, trying to be polite. Why? He was a direct threat and I should have yelled, screamed, grabbed my things and ran inside. Why was I trying to spare his feelings??

Then I was walking down some old neighborhood. It was a very "nice" neighborhood, traditional, old.. hmm I felt like I "should" be there. Not that I wanted to be.. or that it was me. It just what everyone else seemed to want. I didn't fit in though. But I felt I should. It was normal, it was nice, it was secure. I ran down the side of some old ladies house.... I was intimidated by her a bit, although I didn't know her, want to know her, want to be like her... I just felt like she must know something that I didn't.

I felt uncomfortable and not in control of my own limbs

hug

I dreamt that I went camping with some friends CK and SK. . I knew to sleep on ck's side. She gave me a hug because she knew that I needed it.