krill baby

I dreamt that I was in the back seat of a black Saab. I was with a man and a woman that both seemed to be coworkers. The woman was older and distinguished, short hair and very professional as well as experienced looking. The man looked younger, maybe early 40s and dark, almost black hair like the Saab and just about as shiny. He seemed more like a salesman type and he wanted something fast. The car was a car a friend of mine was going to sell to me until he found out about an engine problem that he thought I shouldn't risk. The guy was taking it for a test drive.  He was going very fast and taking tight corners. The woman was giving him the back story on the car. I was not very happy. I looked up between the front seats and was looking at the stick shift and the glimmering accents on the car in contrast with the black interior. The car sounded just fine, was driving just fine... Hmmm... He the took a road that went steeply up and then down, and then a turn that looked like a raceway in that it was almost vertical. I felt like he was going too fast. I didn't think the tires had that much tread left on them. At the same time, I really wanted the car. I told him he should watch out.. I might buy it from under him.

Then we stopped. I don't know if we had to stop or the road stopped. And it seemed the car was gone. We started walking towards what seemed like a country club. We were supposed to do some business there. We climbed over a fence and saw that many of the members were involved in some event, and they were walking back to the club house. Some of them were in costume and singing a little song with croquet mallets over their shoulders.

I was walking down a hill with loose dirt on it and there was a chubby red headed man behind me. I tried to be personable and he said hello, that his name was Cliff and he worked at Fred Meyers. I asked where and he kept saying some name, but changing it a bit each time. Oh and this all took place in the UK, and FM is in the West Coast.  I realized then that he was an American. Then he became less interested in talking, so I walked toward the house.

There seemed to be some weddings happening all at once, well the receptions of weddings. In side rooms, here and there you would either find children playing or people getting cozy with each other or straight out having sex.

One fellow and a girl stopped and she had to go. He then was all disheveled and started going towards my directions.  There was a photo of a model dressed in period clothing in a magazine, .. he was commenting that my profile looked like hers. I let him know that I knew what he was up to and he would have no luck with me.  I also realized that even if I had been interested, I was wearing some underthings that were not so attractive, so either way, it was a no go.

Then I walked around the room and I saw a woman with a new baby. It was tiny. She was telling me about the baby that was in a hand knit gray green gown of sorts. It looked like it was born too early and then I saw its finger nails. In my mind I was thinking they were one pixel wide, like that was a normal thing to say, but they were... like a tiny needle of a nail. It looked a bit disturbing, but again, I thought that was normal for a baby born early and had "dream" remembered that I had seen another baby that way. Then I saw on the floor a pink thing. It looked like a cross between the krill characters on Happy Feet 2 and a pink worm/intestine type shape. It was a baby too but VERY prematurely born. But for some reason, that looked normal too. It was crawling all over the place and fast. I thought how odd that a more premature baby could crawl and one born at the normal time couldn't. It didn't make sense logically, but for some reason again it made sense in the dream. 

licorice

I dreamt that I was in a small town. Some place I had visited before and was revisiting favorite places. One was a little store. It had candies, licorice, desserts and coffee. It also had a very sweet store owner that made it worth visiting.  I then was in the other shops near there. My mother was with me and she held up a ring to me... "do you like this one?"... and then went on that I should buy myself my own wedding ring since I was single. It was no reason not to wear a nice ring on that finger. I told her no to that ring. It was too big, although I did like the style. It was a simple band, but had a square diamond with rounded corners in the middle, with tiny diamonds surrounding the edge. I thought it might be nicer to have his... and then corrected myself, my birthstone in the middle. A friend had done this and liked the idea.

Then I found myself alone and sitting on the sidewalk. I realized I was near the shop I liked. I looked up and saw the sign. I hadn't realized all of the photos of the shop were from the other shops, and not from the street where most people would recognize it. I walked over and was now with my friend WW... thinking maybe I would get some licorice. A friend of mine was there, TB. She was having a chocolate torte of sorts with fruit in the middle. It looked good and I thought I might change my mind on the licorice and get the torte.

heavy and light

I dreamt that I was walking to the park with PC, TB and her twins. We all had umbrellas, MB was swinging his around.  I let them all walk ahead of me. I was thinking things that maybe I should be doing to advance myself in my life.. what should I read, I study, I ...  What did I not do enough of in the past that I should have done and so on. It all felt like weight in my belly. Then I thought... is this the way it is supposed to be? Does this feel good this shoulding? I thought about times when I did things beyond what I thought I could do, but where it didn't feel like a chore, or work, or impossible... These were inspired and felt light. These other ideas.. not inspired. They did not go with me and if I did them, would probably be double the work than they should be. I let it all go... I though I will only do inspired action.

Before we arrived to the park, TB's husband said he was so excited that he would be leaving for France for almost a year. That meant a year away from her, the children, the responsibilities. Part of it was him joking, but the other was him really wanting to get back to France where he was from. And maybe in his excitement, being a bit passive aggressive in showing her how much it meant to him... and hoping that she would finally give in and move there too. Him staying felt heavy, him leaving felt light...

He was gone and we were at the park. MB was busy playing and very much in the "now."  LB was deep in thought, contemplating what this all meant. She was sad and heavy that her dad would be leaving. She was taking it on for everyone, even her mother.

Then PC and I were off to sit on some swings. There were large metal dispensers with toilet paper there to refill the bathrooms near by. I thought it was an odd place to put them and odd that no one took them.

china theater

I dreamt that I was going to some sort of esthetics/hair class. I had graduated but needed to come back for a final test of some sort. The original classmates were there and it seemed we finished and were now cleaning up. For some reason, some process required broken cement bits and they were all over the sink I was using. I was busy cleaning it up while the instructor was finishing up the paperwork and our scores. Then I was trying to cut some hair, but the scissors were too dull and I couldn't cut anything. I should buy a new pair. I really needed practice with the hair cutting and thought of an older lady that did it that was good. Maybe she would let me watch her.

AS, a friend of mine was there too. She was doing something similar to myself. There were stations set up behind ours, one of them had a guy classmate. I remembered that I had a crush on him when we took the class before. I heard that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend, which was sad because they had a son and had been together since Junior High. At the same time, my heart was beating and happy that he would be single.

AS and I went to the instructor, we had to pay our balance for our class. I thought I had paid, but then realized it would be $180. The instructor said it would be $810. I was about to tell her then she can forget me paying because I just didn't have it. But then she said $200, and that included some products and some sort of machine. That was better, and better deal.

Then I was home.  The single fella called and we talked for a while. In my mind I was remembering him, tall, thin and a bit wirey and quiet, but I found him very attractive. I was walking around fixing up my house and outdoor area as we talked. I picked up some outdoor cover thing from the patio.. which the borders seemed to be open to the public, almost like a public square, and was going to move it to my bedroom as a canopy. A man had been sitting on the edge of the patio, just outside the border, using it for shade. I hoped he didn't mind. Then I was rearranging other items as well. People seemed to be appreciating my work.

We continued to chat and it was nice... then a thought popped in my mind of dating him and  all of a sudden I didn't find him attractive anymore. I realized we chatted really nicely though... hmmm. He started asking if I wanted to go to a movie at the Fu-something Theater (it was a Chinese name). I knew where it was, in an old China Town district. Did I want to go. I think I acted like I wasn't on the phone. I wasn't ready to answer. He kept on talking while I was moving things in silence. Finally I answered back like I just realized the conversation was still going and said yes.

I went to meet him at the movie. I told him AS would be going to with her son. I don't think he wanted her to but was ok with it. We sat in a room that was small, the walls were open tothe outside, red pillars at each corner and a yellow Chinese style roof. There was a little screen in the front and we all sat in normal wooden dining type chairs. I thought we were going to see some old black and white Asian film, but it was a newer one... well, maybe the 70s. It seemed kind of dated. AS sat behind us with her son.  We watched and two lady cops were on the screen. They were in civilian clothing, but were some sort of detectives. One had her here in a french roll and the other had short hair and was very masculine. At one point they kissed and it was really noisey and wet, kind of off  putting. I think the director meant to do this... kind of an in your face, over the top, supposed to be funny, but really wasn't sort of thing. As they walked of the scene towards the camera, the speed was more slow motion, and they were laughing and saying to each other that that was disgusting, but slow enough that we were not really supposed to hear, but you could read the lips. I think they wanted them walking off in the scene, but not that talking.

We finished the movie and were going to go shopping. We were talking about how to save money at different shops, at same time saying you also couldn't drive to all of the shops, because your savings would be put into gas money. We went into an Asian store and he said he wanted chicken. He picked up a stick that had three small whole chickens on it with a container of mandarins. He showed it to me and laughed.

Then I was buying something... some large heavy thing he would move for me to my car. I also bought a statue that I would move. I had the feet of the statue in my hands and the rest of the body down my back. It was very easy to carry that way and I was kind of proud of myself for figuring it out. The statue was actually heavier than what he was carrying, but his was larger and more noticeable. He seemed to get lots of fun comments from people and he commented cheerily back. I noticed... maybe I was a bit jealous.. the statue slipped but flipped around and I caught it just before the head hit the ground. I then walked up to him and we put things in car.

Then by the stores, there was a procession of Chinese in their traditional clothing. There was a chubby Chinese lady holding  his son. She was wearing a royal blue satin outfit and seemed very happy. My friend was "riding" a horse down some stairs with another man. It was some sort of ancient way of riding. The mens' legs were tied to one front leg of the horse and one back leg of the horse (impossible) and the horse walked down the stairs sideways, but as a human would in that it was right front leg, right back leg and so on. Somehow it worked, and in the dream seemed like it would be better for horse to balance, slow and steady.

cobblestone fence

I dreamt that I was at a nice hotel at some resort. I was in one room and SA was in another. I almost felt like we were there for work and were collaborating on something.   I had a guy friend..?? boyfriend?? in my room and he didn't know about it. He wanted to meet really quick before we checked out, so I met him in the lobby. I was a little anxious to get back to my room and pack up before we had to check out.   We talked about this and that and he had to run off to somewhere else. He had left his phone book? and some other item. I grabbed them to give to him later and I went to pack up. All the while, feeling anxious.

Then I left to go meet my family. They were at the same resort area and going to stay in a nice hotel just down the road. I wanted to see if CC had reserved our room. I saw her on the walk over and spent the whole time saying all of the excuses why she had not done it on time... and not really answering my question. Then I went into the hotel and we had the last suite of rooms. They were all connected, very fancy but there was not enuogh froom for us all. My aunt and uncle had one room, my brother another, my dad and step mom another and the one room left, my dad had his weights and laptop in for an office. Which ever space I would sleep in would not be my space. I wasn't very happy about it.

I started walking back from the other hotel... I went through the lobby doors and there was an older couple walking beside me. They were chatting and laughing together and still very much in love with each other and life. I took a peek at their faces... There was no shred of evidence left of their youth or what their faces may have looked like in the past... all leathered, spotted and heavily lined, but still a lot of life left in their eyes and their hearts.

Then I continued to walk down the cobbled path and started walking on the stone fence... It became more and more steep on the one side and a sharp edge on the side closest to the driveway. I should just jump off into the grass and walk... or jump to the cobblestone... I didn't like either option and leapt forward and into the street. It felt freeing. 

cafe

I dreamt that I was in a cafe that was also sort of a high end resale shop. I was looking through the clothing, a lot of it not really my taste, but was thinking maybe I could find something. The moment actually stressed me out a bit. Why put time into something when I wasn't enjoying myself, I didn't like most of it and I could most likely find something better for less with ease.  Also, why did I go to this coffee shop? I didn't care for it too much either. The energy felt low and depressing... it was just that it was unique and I found it??

I left and for some reason ran into JLB and TMB. They were talking about the cafe that they had found (same one) and kind how great it was. Part of me felt  tension... I found it... but... really, why did I care??

lizard virus

I dreamt that I was going somewhere with someone. She was this friend, although I don't know who she is, and in the dream she seemed somewhat of a new friend, because I didn't know what she liked and didn't. We needed to turn around on a road and go in the opposite direction. When we did, we noticed the road was out, as in gone. Construction was being done and there was no way to drive through. I was driving a small cat type tractor and my friend had a car. There was a huge, maybe 4 stories or taller tractor working on the road. The man driving smiled and picked up my vehicle with the claw and picked me way up into the air. It was kind of fun to be so high, but it was also like a carnival ride. On the way down he went really fast and my stomach got that half thrill half sick feeling you do when you descend in a roller coaster. I wanted to watch as he did the same with my friend to see if she made any funny faces.  Then we were outside of a house. It felt like it was at the edge of town, as there was a gravel driveway, and an unfinished feel to the edges of the property. It was also at the edge of a ravine or hill and you could see out far. I had my laptop sitting on a stump and was working on something, when some strange software popped up on my screen. It looked like some sort of worm or virus. I picked up my laptop worried and saw that there was a lizardy gecko looking thing under it. I figured it must have been from that animal. It was normal except for the back down the middle had a wide stripe of blue that wasn't like skin or scales, but more like a strip of technical hardware and lights. It was too bad it was cute, because I wanted it gone if it was going to cause damage.

I went into the house and into my room. I had made my bed and it was covered with faux fur blankets. An Asian girl came in, one of the home dwellers, and she was friendly and seemed to want to  help me. I didn't need any and left my room for a bit. When I returned, my blankets were not laid out. They were all folded but didn't look like them. I looked closer and she had washed them, which in turn ruined them. A mix of irritation, frustration and disappointment washed through me. I explained that these can't be washed, they need to be cleaned as you would real fur at a special place. One of the blankets was a silvery blanket, which would never have bought had it not been abnormally soft. She didn't seem bothered that she hurt anything. Not maliciously... just that she did me a favor and that was that, I should be happy. While I was explaining I knew it was pointless at the same time. It wouldn't fix the blankets. She wouldn't get it either way. Just move on just move on...

Then I heard a noise in my closet. Her mother, much taller and refined looking came out with some of my clothes... more frustration burning inside me. I knew to be polite and just listen and see what would happen. She was holding an elegant nightgown in white. It was beautiful, and in the dream, a treasure of mine... that I might never where, but I loved to look at it, the delicateness of it, detailed stitching, the sheer fabric... it was more of a piece of art to me. She was also holding another favored dress of mine that was meant for a formal evening. She looked at them with a raised eye brow and asked what I called these.... mainly meaning the nightgown. I said it was a nightgown and that it was special and never worn, but I would wear it and would like to keep it nice. More than the words, the feeling behind them was strong and solid wanting her to know that I don't care what her opinion is of them, they were staying.

test notes

I dreamt I was at CK/SK's. They seemed to be doing something with their family in their home and were on their way out to some activity with friends. I was staying at their house, somewhat uninvited. I did want to stay in. I was to take care of a couple of kids. The father of the boys was teaching one of them how to train their dog. They were on either side of the dog in a hallway and that father would say "where is daddy?" to the dog... the dog would crawl forward one step and the father would give it a treat. He did this step by step and then had the son do it. I guess this would be the boy's activity while he was away.

The other dog was less trained. It was a white pit bull. The dog pooped in the house on the wood floor and I guess this was a good thing. It was not a socialized dog and this meant it felt more comfortable.

Then I dreamt I was at a school. I was learning how to do something... biology something, medical something... The other young women were practicing giving injections, but to themselves in the crook of their arms. I wasn't because I was going into the field that they were. I was mainly into research, not working with patients. I was kind of relieved, but also was wondering if I should learn how to do it anyway? would it be helpful?... I went to my bin where I could keep my books and items. My booklet was gone. It had my test and all of the notes. How was I going to study for the final. I did so well on the first test due to those notes. I thought well, recreating them would be good for studying too... I just hoped I didn't miss any information.

Then there was a white table at the end of the hall. It was an experiment I was working on and I was going to show everyone what it meant, what I discovered. I wish I remembered what it was... it seemed insteresting.

buffalo run

I dreamt that I was coming up on a stretch of road. It felt like I had driven through the small town just east of where I grew up and then was driving this odd stretch of road that went over a sort of wetland area. It was like a gateway to a different place. Not just a different town or city, but a different feeling. In my dream, the road wasn't the same. It was very very high up and not made of pavement. It was as though it was all made of dark brown rich looking earth. The street that would normally be one road together, had a deep ravine between the way east and the way west. You couldn't just do a U'y and change direction. Just approaching the road, I could see a grouping of trees in the distance south of the road. I'm not sure if it was large enough to call woods... but there were animals. I saw a huge buffalo running in the field near the trees. It seemed to be playing, not headed in any particular direction. I wanted to get a photo of it before it took off and send it to RVB. I was sure he hadn't seen a wild one before. I laid flat on my stomach to approach the edge of the road. I knew before I reached it, that it would be high and I was very scared of falling. I went to the edge and it was even higher up than I imagined. My heart was racing and in my mind I was checking the location of each part of my body and if it was on solid grounding. At the same time, I knew I needed to get a pic quick if I was going to do it.

Then I was across the road. I was with some guy I didn't know that sort of looked like Jamie Oliver. In my dream, we were in his small humble home in the living room, which had about enough space for a comfy chair, a small table and a small tv... the old box shaped kind. He was getting ready for a wedding. He was going to be the DJ, but it seemed he was in charge of other things as well. We seemed to be good friends... either that or we had a lot of mutual respect for each other and wanted to spend time together. He seemed really concerned and busy making his preparations and I was in my own world thinking of things I wanted to think about. It was nice.. neither of us needed the other to do anything, but enjoyed being in the same space... watching and being energized by each other being energized by doing what we wanted to do.

texas hair

I dreamt that I was at a motel and ran into MG. It was so nice to see him as I hadn't worked with him since 1997 or 98. We chatted like no time had passed, but it was even nicer, because there was no awkwardness of youth. We talked about random ideas, what our plans were. There was a woman standing behind him. I assumed it was his girlfriend. I was hoping he would introduce us, but he kind of pretended she wasn't there. Then he finally said he had to go and as they walked into their motel room. As she walked in, I finally saw her face. She gave me a good stare, I realized I went to high school with her. I could see in her eyes that she was aware of my realization and her eyes smiled, but not the nicest of smiles. As he went through the door he asked if we could swap info and keep in contact.

Then I was driving away. I was sort of a different person, but still me. I just looked like maybe I was a society woman from Texas, big blonde hair, lots of makeup, and so on. I got into my little... sports car and was off. I needed to check on something, I"m not sure what, before I reached my destination. It was something that benefited myself, but I'm not sure it was something good to do, but not horrible. I then was going to get back out on the road and my car had a hard time starting. I was a little worried. I never had trouble with my car.

glass stairs

I dreamt that I was going to a fancy event. I was with a foreign group though. Not foreign as in from another country, but people with different activities, ideas, values, history.  These were people maybe that I might judge. Possibly only because I don't understand them...   or compare their life and values to my own, which is probably an impossible comparison.

I was wearing something out of my comfort zone, but was fitting for their group. It was a young dress, pink, short, a bit sheer and sparkly. It didn't feel, me, but it felt right enough for the occasion that I didn't feel uncomfortable. I was with a group of women, one that I knew and I guess would consider her a closer-than-acquaintance.  Our date or guide was a young man from this life style. He knew what he was doing, where to go, who to talk to. I liked not having to think about what to do, but everything he did felt .... like a trade for something. He was polite here to move to the next square, flirty there to get a few more squares down the path.... like if he just kept doing what was needed, he could stop holding his breath finally at the end and breath. But what would he have at the end? would there be an end... ? would he spend his whole life knowing how to play the game and holding his breath?  Whatever it was, it didn't make me feel good and I didn't trust him.

We were in an elevator in the magnificent house or building that we were in, and my acquaintance/friend invited me to the next event. His face tightened and he looked at her and said that he didn't think I had the appropriate attire for that event. I could tell he didn't want me to go, for whatever reason, not necessarily personal, and I didn't think I wanted to. I didn't think I wanted to be at this event.  I could hear another person, DH making some drama. I felt I was in between two worlds and I didn't belong in either.

We reached the top of the building, there was music, lights, it was pretty... where you think you would like to be or experience if you saw photos, but no one really knew each other, cared about each other... and probably didn't even know why they were there, and wouldn't have fond memories to take with them.

I wanted to leave, there were glass stairs to get down. They were extremely slippery, as if they were covered in oil. There was a kitten on the stairs for some reason that was making it just fine. I put one foot on and kept another on sure grounding. Then decided I would sit my way down.

peppermint cat

I dreamt that I was in a room. It felt like my childhood room, but with adult colors, adult things, and adult scenarios. I was my current age and looking for shoes to wear. A man in a dark business suit, black hair, a coworker of sorts was waiting in the next room for me and talking with my mother. I needed to sign this, attend that meeting and so on. I was looking through my shoes and couldn't find a partner to the ones I wanted to wear. I realized it was because the heel needed fixing and I hadn't gotten to it yet. I looked through the rest of them. They were out of date and kind of crazy. Why had I been keeping these?  Whey did I buy them in the first place. I kind of felt relieved in having that knowing ... being decisive instead of on the fence. I felt as free from the pile as if they were already gone.  I sat on the edge of my bed to put on my shoes. A cat jumped on to the chair in front of me. It seemed to want my attention. I saw that it had a peppermint candy it its mouth, the white kind with the blue center that I think Lifesavers makes. It dropped it on my lap, which I thought was an accident, so I gave it back to the cat. It then pushed the candy at me... it wanted me to hold it. So I held it, up near the cat so it could see that I had it. Then it proceeded to rub its cheek against it, then its forehead, then the side of its body. Did it want this as perfume?  It was kind of funny to watch and to see the cat be so human like. I was laughing and telling my mom about it, but I don't think she or the man heard me. Still, it was funny.

Then I was in a room. It was kind of a sitting room, an in between room, not in the same house and possibly a completely different situation. Someone who traveled... maybe BB, had dropped off some gifts while I was away. I thought how sweet and wondered what he had left. I looked and it was a nicely shaped object like a box, but rounded... like a ball that had been somewhat flattened. I opened it up to find both halves containing an object that perfectly fit the shape. It was a solid, but a bit soft. I thought was it soap, or ...?  But after reading the instructions, I realized it was rose wine, a solid form. You would add soda water and possibly juice and it would turn into the wine. I was very interested in trying it, but I didn't want to make it and not have anyone else to share it with. There was also  box of chocolates that was left, now for me and my brother and now it also seemed that the gifts were left by my dad and not BB. They were all very fancy, some hand painted with edible colors and all having different shapes. There was a paper on top that told you which each was, but it was difficult to read, as the pic of the item was on top of the paper, and the description was on the opposite side. I tried one randomly and didn't have any luck. It was something much too sweet and chewy and I decided to toss it. I didn't try another. I didn't want to waste them and I didn't want another bad taste in my mouth.

Then I dreamt I was in a car. I was in back roads, ones I have been on before in my dream memory. It was dark, there were fields, high grass, narrow roads and I felt a bit lost. Part of that feeling wasn't good... it felt like I was going to miss something, but part of it felt good, that I was there, enjoying this environment, right here, right now, in a misty night and didn't know what would happen next.

tiny tins

I dreamt I was a view blocks down from where I needed to be. I needed to be at a house up the hill a bit, but I wasn't sure where and for some reason I needed a vehicle to get there even though it was only about 4 blocks away. A woman with dark short hair, matronly type came by with a van and said she would take me. I felt fortunate and lucky with the timing. She reminded me of women that I knew, kind but uptight... kind of parched feeling with their life "force."  We got into the car and started driving. Somehow I was also outside the car and at her house and met her daughter who was a teen with long medium brown hair and a soft presence. She seemed sweet, kind, curious and approachable. Someone that anyone would be pleasant to because she was pleasant and without barriers. Easy with with life but not in your face about it.

I was back in the van... it was brown and seemed like it was from the 70s. One of those vans with a porthole window on the side and open space in the back. Now a female couple was in the driver's seat and riding shotgun. The lady driving was roundy and had short brown hair and a makeupless face. She was nice as well. Her mate more of a sidekick, but the detailed flourishy part of the couple, while the driver was the trunk, the grounding. We were driving in the area up the hill and drove by a house that looked familiar. It was their home, and then I saw the house. It was white with black trip, two story 70s thing. I said that is it! and the roundy one's reactions were slow and the mate was preoccupied with something else, so neither saw it. Two block later she realized what I had said and they turned the car around. I was tense that we missed the house that we so easily could have stopped at, but it didn't make sense. It would take two seconds to get back to the house and it was found, so what was the big deal?

The house was right next to their house which was a medium gray brown, with a simple yard and a welcoming feel. I don't know why I had needed to find this black and white house initially and I didn't go to it after it being found. It seemed I ended up going to their home, through their garage.. and back to the outside yard, which was supposed to be the backyard, although it looked down over the hill, which was actually the direction of the front yard. It felt nice being up on a hill and looking down, no obstructions, just sky and view.
There were a lot of people in the back, all seemed to be busy with something, not necessarily productive. Some were playing with something to preoccupy themselves, others seemed to be canning under the overhang in a sort of outdoor kitchen.  They were either family or friends, but they all seemed close to each other... all connected.

The people sitting in the yard were in lawn chairs, all facing down the hill as if something was going to be viewed, an outdoor film?  I sat down on the ground facing in the same direction. There was grass near it, but also sandy earth... well mainly like a sandy beach. In my dream memory, I had been there before and had done the same thing I was about to do.. which was dig a little ... trench type thing for water to flow down.. I used my hand to make an angled line behind me and then turned 45 degrees to go perpendicular to the yard's end. Then the water started to flow, just like last time, not much... but just enough to carry sand with it and uncover things. I was noticing if I was going to bother the others with this, the trench, the water... as well as keep it out of the way of their feet so the water could do its job.

It was working. I first found tiny tins, very old. They seemed like they were for a salve or maybe tiny pills back in the victorian era. I grabbed a handful of them to take up to the ladies that were canning. I wanted them to bask in the magicalness of the found treasure, but they were not as excited as I was. I went back to find more things... some old parts of a car? an album? other miscellaneous items that were treasures to me because they told a story, they were special. 

sky plants

I dreamt that I was shopping at some sort of odd "at the moment," one time at this location sale.  I was with a coworker (DA) and we were looking at some items on racks in an old strip mall building. There was nothing glamorous about the place, cold florescent lighting, white linoleum floors that were scuffed up and dirty, metal rolling racks and workers that looks more like they were just there to unload and reload with no customer service, no place to try on things and once you buy it ... it is yours. I thought the prices would be cut to maybe 50%, but the prices were at dirt level. $40 and up items for $6 and $9 at most. Initially I wasn't going to get anything because it seemed like too much effort to find a wanted item, but at that price, I thought I should try to find something. We were both looking at slips to wear under form fitting dresses. I saw one at my size and one a bit smaller. I knew my current size wasn't where I would stay, so thought about buying the smaller one. Hmm... Then we left.

I was then outside... walking through the city which seemed interesting in that it had a unique walkable layout, with different turns and corners and sizes of buildings and parks. It was fun because I didn't have any preconceived notions about what would be around the next corner. It made it more like an adventure or looking through a new picture book. Then I was near a boat along the river and a house... I was in the house at one point and there were a couple of fluffy cats and a dog. I think that the cats fur was matted and there was something about going to a vet to get it shaved, but there was a better way that was cat friendly and you could comb it out slowly. It all seemed nice enough, good news and ideas, new ... a lot of newness.

Then I was in the boat with people and there were a couple of other boats with people in them that I was with, small boat though that could fit 2 to 4 people. I enjoyed being in the topsy turvyness of the water and the motion of the people rocking the boat. Then I realized it wasn't just the people and the water. I noticed plants floating in the water... think a large aloe vera bobbing along or something that looked like an artichoke but a little more alien. I watched as the plants would fall from the sky making a splash in the water. It was fun and exciting to see this happening until I pondered... wait... what is happening? Where are these coming from and what are they for? They were not coming from an aircraft... they were coming from some place else... like out of thin air. Aliens were coming. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but they were setting up. Plants seemed harmless and interesting. We wouldn't kill them... they would grow and set up the environment they needed when they did land. This idea in my head seemed to spread to others ideas in their heads, because people started panicking. People were running around gathering supplies, boarding up their windows.. And either time passed quickly or the aliens decided to come right after the plants, because now they were coming. No one saw them but they could feel they were here. I was with my people... not in reality knowing any of them, but we bonded. We ran into that house that was partly that strip mall building and started closing up shop. We knew that we had to protect our group and avoid opening the windows or doors at all costs. We had enough supplies, and so we started nailing the windows closed, making rules about no lights at night and limited noises, and not to let anyone in. One of the men was getting sheetrock from the building and making sure any crack or opening would only show a person another wall. It would be a building within a building and we would be safe.

needing to change

I dreamt that I had done something wrong that had legal implications. I had been lackadaisical and let something slide. I was ignoring the seriousness of it all and it was too late. The repercussions were things I couldn't manage... I couldn't afford. I was very aware now on how I needed to change.

playing

I dreamt that I was with a guy. I guess we were together. He was tall, black hair, and dressed in dark clothing. We had a strong sense of knowing with each other, of being together and had amazing chemistry. It felt electric and cozy at the same time. He wanted to spend some time with me but knew I had to spend some time with my family. I went to the back yard. My dad was outside and there were a couple of dogs and a large fluffy cat. They were all playing. It was so cute and the animals really looked like they were having so much fun. My brother was there too and my old dog Sophie. It was very enjoyable to watch them all.

easter bunny

I dreamt that I had cash to pay back a friend, PC. I was thinking I should have recorded the amount so that I would know the correct amount. We were going to stay with this older couple. I think in Seattle, they were still very active mentally and socially and seemed like people that you wanted to spend time with. Their home had all of the same decor from years ago and an old television, the kind that was a giant piece of wood furniture. I was going to stay in the living room, while the others would sleep upstairs in the spare rooms. The sofa I had slept on before was soft, so I decided to go into the family room sofa that was firmer, although not as nice of a room. I was watching some old program on tv. PC was awake for second and then went back up to sleep. I heard people at door. There were a handful of guys dressed as Easter bunnies. They were coming to hide filled with chocolate for each person in the house. I wondered if it was okay that I saw them. One comes and asks for a kiss on the cheek,  I oblige. It was sweet. They continued to hide the eggs around the house. One looked in next room to hide mine and I can see him writing a message and his number and leaving it in my egg. He slid it under sofa. Then they left. Then HP (a guy I went to high school with) woke up and had slippers with the eggs. I say what's this? It is so early, I want to sleep. He gives each person 4 green slippers and two blue, like for bunny feet to give to each person. He says that he has always done this. Then the little boys in the house wake up. His little brothers it feels like. He is making little jokes... Saying words that rhyme, something an old man might do, and it still works on the boys and makes them laugh, I think it is so sweet.

lost wallet

I dreamt that I was walking along a sidewalk in a small town. The curbs were edged with dust and weeds and it probably wasn't the best part of town. It felt livable though and real. I looked down between some grass that was growing at the edge near the drain and saw an old dirt covered wallet. I picked it up and looked inside expected it to have been emptied already. It had the Driver's License of a friend of mine's DZ. He lived about a block away, so I popped over to his place to give it to him. For me, it was a nice excuse. I liked him and never really saw him much. It was a way to see him without it seeming that I was interested in him romantically. He was happy to see his wallet and then went on milling round doing things that he had to get done and it seemed he wanted my help. He had an old truck parked across the street that he wanted to sell. I could tell that he was iffy on selling it, I think he was attached and thought if he just did a little fixing, it would be fine. I pointed out some things about it that were a good reason to just let it go and he agreed. I also suggested he needed to clean it up a bit. It was caked with dirt and newspapers were packed in one of the windows.