drug tour

I dreamt that I was on a bus going to some destination... a small town in Mexico. I was with other tourists young and old. The little Mexican men were there to be our guides. They seemed very nice, a bit quite and patient. When we arrived, they took us to a covered cart, only open on two sides to walk through. My dad was with me and seemed to know what was going on. One of the men took my hand and put some small red cloth baggies in my hand. I looked down and looked up at him. I didn't speak Spanish and he didn't speak English, he just looked at me like... ok, now go on and go sell these drugs. I thought what??? I can't do this. My dad seemed to be fine, he said we were in a foreign country, it would only take a few minutes to sell, no one would know... etc.  I was thinking sure.. foreign country... jail?, if I was caught, forget my career... I felt panicked. I put the baggies down in the cart and was trying to decide what to do next. The little guys wouldn't be happy, but I couldn't worry about them.

small village

I dreamt that I was at this village that was more or less one street. It was in the mountains along a railway line. The street had cute little buildings, some painted colorfully, selling food goods, local crafts and items that you would expect a small town to carry. It was nice. You felt like you could be at ease there. The population was mainly blue collar, older people with a few young families. If you missed the first stop to the town, you could get off at the very next stop, which left you at a vacant building. Maybe where a mine once was, but they used the land for storing now. I did miss the first stop, so when I got off, I realized I had to walk a ways in the other direction before I could get behind an iron fence and walk back into the town.

As I walked into town I felt like a spent traveler. I didn't feel put together, my hair was damp from the mist in the air, but I was ok with it. The town and its people were welcoming and warm. There was a place that had wooden covered areas, sort of an open air restaurant/pub. I thought I would get a bite and a beer. I sort of wanted to move here, but I had a fear of being stuck, or?? not up to date as the years would go by. Not changing to keep up with the times. I walked behind one building to see some mad made ponds. They didn't fit with they area, they felt a bit Japanese and modern. There were koi and frogs. Then I noticed a couple of kittens. I thought how strange and I went to pick one up. They seemed homeless and my friends would be coming soon. They wanted a pet. I went to pick the one gray kitten up and as it turned to me, it's forehead split. Not that it was open to the skull, but it was more like a defect, where it could move it open and closed like a muscle, more like a groove in the forehead covered in fur. I was repulsed a bit and wasn't sure what to think. I decided not to pick it up.

My friends arrived, CK, SK, and some more married friends of theirs. They were all having a good time, I was the 15th wheel. I was concerned for the town. They rarely had visitors, and enjoyed the few they had. But this was a large loud throng of people. Oh well, they could take care of themselves.

The next thing I remember is that I woke up. It was the next morning. I was eating... the evening before, and then nada. SK was giving me the look of .. yes, you misbehaved, drank too much, etc. At first I was concerned, but I didn't know how it happened, and what did they care. I wasn't affecting them and their lives. I was single, my life, and although I didn't want to do that sort of thing, I just could move on from it.

Then more people arrived. People from my past relationship. They all looked in good spirits and health. I received hugs, and how are yous. It was nice to see them and get that over with. They had come from a costume party and were having a good time.

convention

I dreamt that I was attending a convention to see Esther Hicks. I somehow received free tickets and was excited to see what would happen. I looked around for a seat, as the place was pretty much sold out, but I had arrived early. I walked over to what seemed like the front and there were a few empty spots. I had seen that my friend PC and SB where there already. There was also someone there from school, WF. I was surprised he was attending. He didn't seem like he would be into something like this. Esther Hicks came moved from her other seat and sat down by me. I realized how glowing she was sitting there in front of me. I thought ... this stuff really works. In my mind I had re-lived when she had first started presenting and in the dream, she had pallid skin, colorless hair up in a bun... she felt a bit dry like an old woman and without ... roundness... I don't mean in her shape, but she felt flat, not full. Now she had auburn shiny hair, she took care of herself. Her cheeks were rosy, a sparkle in the eye and her clothing was full of love... meaning more that she put love into her dressing, her choices.

I told her some of this and then she had to go prepare to be on stage. WF was sitting on the other side of my friend PC. PC and SB had gotten up to get some food before it started as this was going to be a long day. I remarked to WF that I was so surprised to see him here. He said ... see? if you hadn't have left and gone away... maybe you would have seen this about me and you wouldn't have had to leave. I was just happy to see that he was happy, that I had another person to play with and that I was there.

history

I dreamt that I was visiting a nice family. I had known them from when I was younger (in the dream). They had a nice cozy house, unpretentious but nice. I had known one of their sons I think. It was snowing and it seemed to be around the holidays. They were having a bit of a get together. I felt welcome and comfortable. It was such a nice feeling. A few boys showed up... now men I guess, since we were all the same age. There was something nice about re-meeting someone you knew from the distant past. You didn't have to start all over, didn't have to "be" anything... you had history and that was enough. We played in the snow a bit, snowball fight for old time's sake and then went back in the house. I went into the kitchen where one of the mother's offered me some eggnog (although it oddly tasted fruity like juice). I must have made a face, as they asked if I liked it. I assured them that it was one of my favorite drinks of the holidays. I noticed that I had tracked in some tree bits from outside. I went to go clean it up and apologize, but they were lackadaisical about it.

Then it was time to leave. I was a bit sad to leave, but also hopeful for my future. I realized something new that I had wanted in my life besides a career, a home, etc. Something much more satisfying and I was looking forward to getting it.

stories past

I dreamt of many "stories."  Not the full story acted out in my mind, but as if they were little objects, tangible little pods or bubbles in the air. They were my life, they were what I repeated in my head, and they felt bad.

But a voice in my head were saying they were good, but don't think of them, they are good, but don't repeat them, they are good, but forget them...

over booked

I dreamt that I was at a restaurant. It felt like it was one at a vacation area, like the coast, casual, comfortable and at ease. I was there to meet a guy for a date. I was kind of excited, he was someone new. The place was crowded, everyone gathering for brunch on a sunny morning at the coast. Everyone and everything felt nice and light. I saw people I knew... seems everyone knew someone there. I looked up and realized I had another date at the same time with a guy that was walking in. One was funny, the other had another good point about him. I saw a girl I knew and she said hello. She was leaving with some people to go on some yacht or something. Some old thoughts flashed in my mind lightly... negative ones... maybe jealous ones, but just as soon as they came in, I sent them back out. I knew these thoughts were no helpful, not worth my time or energy and were not "real" .... just old thoughts. I felt better and said some niceties and she was on her way. I focussed on my dates and what to do. I felt like somehow I could manage them. Just then, a car pulled up... another date. oops... This one was older, looked like Robert Redford a bit. I felt so clear and so at ease. I knew what to do now. The other dates didn't matter, I wanted to be with him. He felt like ease, calm, knowing, we fit.... Sure the other guys were nice, funny, smart, exciting.. but this one was just right. 

motorhome

I dreamt that I was with KW. He and I were in the process of parking a motorhome. Neither of us had an experience on how to maneuver it let alone which space would be good to park it for overnight. I saw some spaces that would be easy to drive in .. he was looking at a space that was next to another one. I let him take over partly because I didn't know myself and partly because I didn't care. He was a little crabby. I almost felt like this was work travel, although there was a feeling of some history of a relationship. We started unpacking into the motor home. We both had a closet that was on the other side of each other's. It was a decent size and I was glad I would be able to organize things nicely. He on the other hand was complaining here and there about everything. He decided to take a nap, but was hungry as well. I went into a bunk and fell asleep. I took that time to find something for myself as I was hungry too, although there was barely any food. There was just a small takeout box with about two bites of noodles, so I ate those. He woke up not so happy that I had the noodles..... just went on like that... nothing could make him happy, not caring... nothing needed to make me happy.

shared lockers

I dreamt I was in a room that had a wall of lockers. I was there to take a class. Everyone else was there taking a full program, as if getting a degree. I only needed two classes. The first one just to qualify for the one that I really needed and then I would be out. I was glad I would be out, that I wouldn't be stuck with all of the rules, conformity, and schedules. I had to share a locker with two other women/girls. I thought it was kind of nice, in that you had instant connection with new people. I opened the locker and it was packed. I had to hold my hand on the items so that they wouldn't spill all over the floor. I tried to shove my things in, but without much luck. I looked through the items to see what was in there. There was a rack of clothing, all with tags on. I looked at them and it looked as if they had been returned... did she take/steal them?  I knew that they had been there a while. I spoke with the other lockermate who was having similar challenges with space. I said... well maybe if she didn't put her whole closet in here... she laughed. Then I met our locker neighbor. She had short blond hair... she looked a bit like Starbuck on the new BSG series. She was loud, a bit tom boy, very confident ... or more that she had no care of anyone else's thoughts but her own, but in a positive way. A friend (JL) came by to pick me up. At this point it was evening and many of us were watching a movie on some old box tv set. All strewn out on the floor in blankets, and I was folding things and gathering them to leave. Then it seemed to be a bit of a casual party and I and my mother (who was there out of no where), were going to spend the night. JL started talking to the Starbuck girl. He liked her... I felt a little self conscious at first, comparing myself to her.. Should I be like her? Is how I am wrong? But simultaneously, my gut said no, I'm not a tomboy, I'm not loud, and that is just me. But her ?? what I thought was confidence... But I was confident... So maybe it was coming to terms that everyone has different preferences and you can't meet all of them. And that isn't good or bad.

We fell asleep.. then awoke the next morning. I was super groggy. JL came back in the morning to pick us up.

broken dolls

I dreamt that I was at a salon of sorts. It was odd though. People would wait in a nice lobby of sorts that looked more like a cozy hotel lobby. Then when your turn came, you went to a station. I was called on. I had just been going through a package though. It was filled with antique dolls and other antiques and memorabilia. I think they were from my family, but I wasn't sure. I did know that I found them important to keep and keep nice. I gathered them up, but it took a minute. By the time I was at the hairdresser's station, I asked if I had lost my place in line. If so, I would have to start all over it seemed. She said I hadn't. I asked where I could put my things that they would be safe. She pointed to a room just off the salon. It didn't feel like a safe place to me. There were children there and people could go in and out. I reluctantly put them there, not wanting to make a fuss. The woman started working on my hair. I had decided I needed something new... to cut off the length. I looked up and saw children going through the box. I said I had to go check and told them to leave the box be. I looked through the box and some of the porcelain doll busts had been broken. One in half and one into three pieces... I was a bit heart broken, a bit angry.. but thought I needed to let it go. It was done and there was nothing I could do about it. I went back to the chair to continue the cut... more happened, but it is foggy now.

obstacle snow

I dreamt that I was going skiing, although I really don't know how. I was with someone who was going boarding, and there was some discussion between boarding vs. skiing, ski injuries and switching back to a different one after an injury. It seemed to make sense, just not with old ways of thinking (or current).

I was with some little girls. They seemed to be either under my care for that day, or just around me, so I felt responsible. We were on some sort of obstacle course that started on a trail in the snow, pretty simple, their dad was trailing behind. It was a black family and it seemed the mother wasn't around anymore. I was happy to help the little girls and give them some female support. The obstacle turned into a bit of a strange structure that was narrow, awkward and challenge to traverse. I watched out for the three of them, making sure none of them would fall. Myself and one of them somehow ended up on the ground and need to get back up to finish. We did want to finish. So I thought I would climb up first and then help her up. She surprised me though and climbed up a part of the structure that wasn't meant for climbing. I was happy to see that she could think of this and was confident enough to do it. We finished the course. 

airline experience

I dreamt that I was going on a trip on a plane. I was sitting in my seat and was next to a friend. Well, sort of a friend, more of a pleasant acquaintance. Some people in the row wanted to move so I had to get up. I was thinking... I wonder how much it would be to move to first class, because it just might be worth it. As I got up to stand in the open area, I looked back in the plane. I realized I was already in a higher class than coach. The coach seats were as they are now. Tight rows of 3-4 seats. I was in more of a lounge sofa. It was one long sofa with plenty of space in front, side tables, compartments to store things and that part of the plan was wider than four planes, or more like 9 since there was another area mirroring it on the other side. I sat back down being grateful for my seat. I did realize I wasn't near a window. I had always asked for a window seat, but it seemed in this reality, I always asked for the end of the sofa in the aisle with my pleasant acquaintance. It made sense some how. Then the plane was getting read for take off. My friend and I found the items in the compartments that became normal "gifts" from the airline for that class of ticket. This time we both had jersey's of some popular team, but the seemed more like fashionable biking shirts. We both stuffed them in our carry-ons. Then we were departing. A huge family was just walking on and the plane was going up in the air. I thought how could this be happening? They don't take-off until we are all sat and buckled... then I realized again.. oh yes, in the reality, they had fixed that and it was much more casual.

running vegas

I dreamt I was with a friend. He said finally... you were always my type... why didn't we do this sooner.... meaning getting together. In the dream I had always liked him too but thought it wasn't possible. As soon as it was, I wanted to run.


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I dreamt that a coworker (BG) was in Vegas. He had a huge suite at a nice hotel. It looked as thought he'd been living there for a while though. There were clothes and things strewn all over the place. He asked if I had brought a swimsuit as he had a huge jacuzzi in the place. I went over to it and saw that it was running. I didn't really have a swimsuit.  I did want to go in though. I saw that there were some old 80s style swim suits that came with the suite and thought that might be fun.

work trip

I dreamt that I was on a business trip with 3 coworkers, one being JL. I had kind of liked him and he me (or so I thought). When we arrived to the hotel, we all had to share a suite. He chose to share the bedroom with one guy and left me to share the sofa bed with the other guy. I felt uncomfortable. This other guy liked me too and was trying to get cozy with me and JL knew he would. I knew he wasn't trying to test me... but it felt wrong. This guy was nice too... was JL saying he was no longer interested? Was I to move on from that idea?  In that thought... I knew I didn't want to be with this person either.

tsunami

I dreamt that I was about to board a cruise with others.We were on another planet. A much smaller planet than Earth. People were in sort of a line, milling about, bags here and there and people staying out of the sun. There were people there that I knew and I was thinking this would be an interesting trip with this mix. An odd machine was making music. It was made out of metal and looked a bit steampunk and a bit?? old toy. It was taller than me and three people wide, kind of a beat up ball of metal. In the front were two faces. Two men from the old TV series Hee Haw, their heads were poking out of the machine. I wasn't sure if they were manipulating the actual heads to sing, or if they were metal reproductions, but it was kind of unique, kind of creepy. They were singing away though, the old songs from Hee Haw, but mixed with modern music. I guess this is how the cruise company entertained the passengers while they were waiting to get on. Then there was a rumor floating around. A tsunami was coming and it was going to destroy everything... not just the ship or the town, but the planet. People were saying their goodbyes and were upset and were giving up. I was looking at them like they were mad. We had a huge cruise ship. We would be fine. People gathered on the cruise ship to hear a man give a speech of the end...  I stalled on the stairway going up. There were window seats in different areas as you went up the stairs. It was a pretty ship inside. I saw the water start to pull away exposing the land. But it felt calming. Then the wave came. The ship rolled over three times, I flailed around holding on to the banister, but was in a good small corner of the stairs that I couldn't move around much in. The rolling stopped, we were all fine.

emotions in a box

I dreamt several sessions of dreams last night. I would wake up between each seeing the dream clearly for one second. Then the memories were gone and I was just left with residual feelings and a shape. The shape felt like a cube, like the whole dream scenario somehow fit in a cube. Like you could look through all sides of the cube and see what was going on inside and none of that happened anywhere but in that cube. Maybe that cube being the dream, or the idea or the feeling. I'm pretty sure my feelings were good. Like things I really wanted to happen were about to happen or were happening. But there was also a feeling of anxiousness. Not sure if it was .. the fear of it not happening or the excitement of something new and unknown.