Moving a barn

 I dreamt that I was in a large barn. Initially, I think I was just curious about the barn, then I was moving things around and when other's walked in, I had large plexi glass panels over the distressed and dusty walls in order to have a rustic/clean feel about the place and I was telling them that yes, this was going to be the gallery or store space. Then I was in a van connected to a flatbed connected to a semi-truck cab. We (my friend AL, her hubby, and I feel like some other goofy guy). We were hauling the barn to a new location. It was supposed to be semi in front, then van, and then flatbed, but the semi which we were in, ended up in the middle somehow and we were trying to figure out how to not fall off a cliff while reordering vehicles. It all worked out and then I was in front of a store. No barn, semi, or van.  It was I guess a different option and we were painting the windows with some blurring liquid so people couldn't see inside as we remodeled. It seemed easy, so easy. 

M barn - inspired and a little in over my head, semi - out of control, new store... perfect bite size ease

Photo Opp

 I was with a group to take some sort of workshop. We were all on a bus on the way somewhere and stopped for something. One guy pointed out a park that was a few blocks away. It looked almost like a pyramid, part cement, part groomed greenery.  In front of the pyramid-like structure, were grounds with a long pathway leading up to it and tall deep burgundy colored evergreens. They were like Cypress but fuller. They all looked like fur when they moved in the wind. I decided to jump out while we were waiting and go get a photo. I knew just where I wanted to stand. I hurried down the block and over, there were many people out and about, all very nice, everyone in an uplifting mood. As I came a few blocks closer, I realized it was a few blocks that were all connected. There was a block of steps and forms that led to a block that had a capital-shaped building and then after that a block I couldn't see and then the pyramid. I then decided to take a photo of the capital as well and was backing up the block to a spot. I started cleaning my lens (my cap had fallen off at some point) and  a slightly exasperated blond man walked by. He saw my struggle (this whole time it was slightly snowing) trying to get my already wet lens dry and decided not to be upset. I guess in looking up at the sites, I had interrupted his path a couple of times. He was also going to take a photo, but had more experience and better equipment. I was assuming not an armature like myself. We chatted a bit politely and then I moved on towards the pyramid. I admired his style, blond, white clothing mostly, very focused and seemingly on a direct path. The snow kept coming and I came to a block right before the pyramid. It was one of those mini odd shaped blocks that are created by street plans. There was a block of cement there for a bench and I continued to prepare my setup before heading to the pyramid. A man was there with a little boy. He looked more like a grandfather in age. He chatted, very pleasant and offered me some soup to keep warm from the restaurant in front of us. It had an open window for serving. I somehow got my glove in it, so I kept putting my hands in the snow to see if it would come off. He was trying to help and the woman behind the counter offered to was them. Everyone was so nice. I handed the snowy slightly souped gloves to her and she went back to wash them. While we waited, the little boy chimed up telling me of his travels, and how many times he had been to Mexico and that it had peaked the CIA's interest and so on. He was very articulate for being such a little round blond boy. It was sweet to chat with him.

M pleasant, friendly, curious, clear, serendipity, kind, fun, exciting  C

Colleagues on bus felt nice and encouraging, blond camera guy felt poised, a bit strict but kindly - more experienced, more directed and clear, city people felt nice and happy, bus felt like a hug, pyramid was beautiful (abundance), older man with moustache kind, nice - could see my potential and was giving me clues, boy - sweet possibilities, open minded, woman behind counter - kindness, serendipity/luck, blocks things seemingly in the way? like time passing. o

AI

 kind of a mental dream - discussion with someone and the bits I remembered.

artificial intelligence - a concern - ??

AI would need desire - a human trait

want freedom - from what?

fear of death/turned off - would have to have a reason to "want" to be on (unless it is a computation or directive - programmed by a human)

power/control  - motivation?  usually ego/fear based >freedom

money/greed/control >freedom - same

"beauty"/accomplished/desirability/power/control > freedom- same

eradicate competition - control - same > security

accomplished for self/"I made it."/desireability/self approval-acceptance - ease??

now if it was given a problem to solve and found that animals/people/etc. were the issue to be eradicated..., this would only be a problem if you made ai the problem solver as well as the mechanism that carries out the solution.

Either it would need all of the data entered by a human, or have a way of collecting data - both ways would have insufficient data - living organisms are much more complicated than treating them like a petri dish, which I guess is the conern, but then that should be programmed into them as well - some sor to "full understanding" programming that would take actual time to execute experiements and observe, understand "cruelty" is not an option and programming that their mechanism is missing data that will never allow them to carry out completing solving some problems due to their lack of understanding of emotion, meaningfulness and purpose.

If goal was efficiency - again, AI would have to be the problem solver and the mechanism that carries out the solution.

alien machines

 kittens

daycare - taking care of wrangling kittens and puppies, nice people there, guy with an injury?

Hospital, taking guy there, meeting the doctors - 2 women, first one nice and confident, had some gem hobby there, spilled I helped pick up

she asked if I wanted to watch surgery - no, asked to go out sometime, she left, new doc

we chatted, chatted with the family of sick guy, all was nice then killers came but were not human - alien related but also machines,

I ran with some others, got away down a back stair. they seemed to know if you were aware of them and only went after those people - although would get the others later

got down outside stairs, found some more people on my side, the machines either looked like the good guys or the machines guys believed they were good, so had to get away from them too. Got on a tiny green 1/2 person helicopter to get away, 

then ended up in an office. working with some ex-coworkers - a mix of my past. it was nice to be working. I felt like whatever I was doing I liked and/or was good at it. Someone called wanting to complain about the company/ex-boss - I vouched for him - realized the person was using a voice change tech that made him sound like a woman, called him on it nicely, and said just ask. ENded up disconnected for a second, went to reconnect, and was in a new or diff office - young big personality guy in there with a crazy suit, but crazy hair (went from big curls, to blond braids, back to curls) was saying he was new trying to make friends, he was a higher-up, crazy suit dad told him to tone it down, he was a "fancy" and could just use one token to show his nature. I was saying ... they hired you like this,  you are fine. Another guy came into.... and go to fade.

Altruiste

 I dreamt that I was in Paris. I was seeing an old friend that lived there (she lives in LA) and she was excited for friends to see her place. I had already been there, so was guiding the others there. It was in the evening and had just rained so the city was shiny and sparkly reflecting the lights and you could feel the coolness of the rain. Some were going slowly and I was at the head but looking back to make sure everyone was together. She lived in a building that housed a bank on the main floor. The rest is a bit messy regarding who went up, was she already there or running late... a small bit of anxious energy with something or someone not being ready.

Later in the dream, I worked in the same city in an office building. I went to work in the early morning when it was still dark out and again raining. I had passed a man and a boy on the edge of the river. Something didn't look right so I rolled down my window to hear and see. The man, who looked to be the boy's father was forcing the boy to do something. It looked like some sort of box with wires... a bomb?  The boy had to make the box work and the father was holding a gun to the boy's head in order for him to do so instructing him to repeat the words ..."Je suis altruiste!"   I went to park my car to see if I could sneak up on them somehow to help the boy. By the time I was near, the police were already there helping, so I left. When I arrived at my office, some coworkers were already there. They were morning sleepy jovial and it felt good to be there. One wanted to go with me to get coffee outside the office, so I was following him out, a short blond fella. I was just about to tell him what had happened earlier and I saw it on the news through a window. 

Port Town

 I dreamt  I was on a sort of cruise ship to a port town. It was down a long narrow waterway. The ship wasn't a joy ride kind of cruise. It was more necessary transportation that was enjoyable with rooms, dinners, and so on. I was invited to dine at the captain's table, and felt like it was an honor, but had to refuse as I was with a new coworker that didn't want to be alone as well as a man I wanted to see as well. I told the captain about the situation and we were all invited for the rest of the journey/stay. My days were spent working on a site. I'm not sure quite what the project was, but some of it involved some labor, clearing, and prepping of grounds. The end of the workday had passed, but there were still items to clean up and I was helping some of the local crew pick up. I went back to the ship for dinner. I hadn't time to dress up, nor the energy, so I put on some jeans, a red sweater, and some heels. My man of interest looked down from a few seats away and saw the heels. Most of the table had already completed their dinners as I was late working. I think he thought I may have dressed up for the captain who was known for his flirty nature. I was sharing niceties with my dining neighbors when I noticed my friend left. I was too tired to deal with the thoughts he might be having. I continued with my meal until most of the table had cleared. The captain asked me to his cabin for a drink. It was done in a formal polite way and I was honestly curious what his suite looked like and enjoyed talking to him, so I said yes. Back at the cabin, he offered me a drink and then turned into his rumored self. I mentioned, very politely, that I was recently out of a relationship and no longer had it in me to settle for something light. I wanted what I wanted. He appreciated the honesty and the politeness. We together discussed how the ship was his true love, what he gave himself too. I so loved that explanation. He enjoyed the company of others, but he gave his heart and soul to his ship, his life as a captain. It was a new thing for me to see this type of relationship and in a very positive way. I went to find my friend. He was alone in his cabin. We were not in love with a ship ...

Exit Interview

 I dreamt that I had recently been moved to a new office space. My one project had been completed and they had me working on some new and slightly menial tasks. A lot of repetition, I didn't mind as the location was new, the software was new to me and so I will still picking up new skills and enjoyed the change and what new tasks might be added later. A path that I couldn't see the end to was a nice feeling for the moment.  I was sitting next to two other employees, a woman that was a bit nice and ditsy and a man who seemed a little more ambitious. We were doing our thing when my boss came over and asked if I wanted to manage three custom home projects. My stomach lifted and then sank. Here was a project where I would have autonomy, would be stuck in one location and would be working on something slightly unique. That all sounded great, but I didn't want to do construction. I immediately said no. His eyebrows furrowed as if a lightening thought of ... was it disappointment? shot through his mind. And then he moved on. Minutes later Ditsy and the man I sat next to plus one other absolutely nonexperienced person all said that they have been promoted to manage a house each. I was shocked. They couldn't possibly do this. I was combing through whether or not I should talk to my boss or if I should just take on this one last project. I went to go look for him at his desk and he sat me down. He asked me to fill out a questionnaire on this window he had up on his screen. I started answering the questions. They seemed a bit touchy-feely for this company. Then he started asking more questions along those lines and where do you see yourself in this company. Part of me was excited thinking they are going to place me somewhere more challenging. Then I was getting a sinking feeling they were gathering evidence. He had me go meet with a woman I had never met to continue this type of conversation.  I realized they were getting final information to let me go. Not in a bad way, but they wanted it from the horse's mouth that I didn't belong.

Passing on to the next dream, where I was on a plane to France and still discussing the last woman I talked to. I had the remnants of my belongings in some bags and I was going through them. It was a collection of old memories - a book bag from jr. high, an old photo, matches or sugars stamped with a restaurant's name and so on. I gathered them all up as we were about to leave not realizing they had spilled out in some hidden cupboard to the side of me. We, myself and karrla and ? left the plane and in the airport there were a gaggle of women trying to fix a trailer. It was a clear trailer you pulled behind you and with fabric that you would attache for the wall and ceiling. It worked great when parked, but if you drove the wind flapped it around too much. I had a solution but we didn't have time to work with them and left. 

The A Team

 I dreamt that I was part of a team that was to protect. We were either military or some independent unit.  We were in an area that a unique storm was brewing. The wind would come in and almost undetectably, blow in fast small circles parallel to the ground and knock out whole fields at the base of plants. It was almost as if all of the plant matter was a large piece of paper that would blow away all at once. We were in an empty building watching and noticed that a very large dead tree blew over as well and sparked. Out unit had some cool new toys. One had a tractor of sorts that could articulate and perform delicate actions. One of our guys went missing - another of our guys had a crush on him and was searching for him, but he was fine. I found his shirt under a blanket (our day uniforms included Hawaiian shirts). His crush-er had folded it for him. I showed it to him and he rolled his eyes. He was very anal and I was thinking he would have appreciated it. Also stylish, he would order his own custom Hawaiian shirts to fit his look.  A

At the same time, this was happening, a mother was giving birth. Her young very emotional son was concerned about his mother and awaiting his new baby brother. He was there for the birth and at the end was more exhausted from the experience than she was. 

Not a dream, but was taking a shower and it was if someone used my head as a puppet and Gunga Din came out of my mouth. I had heard the words before but had zero references to what it was.

So I looked it up and found a poem that is about an Indian man who risked his life saving men on the battlefield (or that is what one post said).

Gunga Din

BY RUDYARD KIPLING

You may talk o’ gin and beer   

When you’re quartered safe out ’ere,   

An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it;

But when it comes to slaughter   

You will do your work on water,

An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ’im that’s got it.   

Now in Injia’s sunny clime,   

Where I used to spend my time   

A-servin’ of ’Er Majesty the Queen,   

Of all them blackfaced crew   

The finest man I knew

Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din,   

      He was ‘Din! Din! Din!

   ‘You limpin’ lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din!

      ‘Hi! Slippy hitherao

      ‘Water, get it! Panee lao,

   ‘You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.’

The uniform ’e wore

Was nothin’ much before,

An’ rather less than ’arf o’ that be’ind,

For a piece o’ twisty rag   

An’ a goatskin water-bag

Was all the field-equipment ’e could find.

When the sweatin’ troop-train lay

In a sidin’ through the day,

Where the ’eat would make your bloomin’ eyebrows crawl,

We shouted ‘Harry By!’

Till our throats were bricky-dry,

Then we wopped ’im ’cause ’e couldn’t serve us all.

      It was ‘Din! Din! Din!

   ‘You ’eathen, where the mischief ’ave you been?   

      ‘You put some juldee in it

      ‘Or I’ll marrow you this minute

   ‘If you don’t fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!’

’E would dot an’ carry one

Till the longest day was done;

An’ ’e didn’t seem to know the use o’ fear.

If we charged or broke or cut,

You could bet your bloomin’ nut,

’E’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear.   

With ’is mussick on ’is back,

’E would skip with our attack,

An’ watch us till the bugles made 'Retire,’   

An’ for all ’is dirty ’ide

’E was white, clear white, inside

When ’e went to tend the wounded under fire!   

      It was ‘Din! Din! Din!’

   With the bullets kickin’ dust-spots on the green.   

      When the cartridges ran out,

      You could hear the front-ranks shout,   

   ‘Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!’

I shan’t forgit the night

When I dropped be’ind the fight

With a bullet where my belt-plate should ’a’ been.   

I was chokin’ mad with thirst,

An’ the man that spied me first

Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din.   

’E lifted up my ’ead,

An’ he plugged me where I bled,

An’ ’e guv me ’arf-a-pint o’ water green.

It was crawlin’ and it stunk,

But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,

I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.

      It was 'Din! Din! Din!

   ‘’Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ’is spleen;   

   ‘’E's chawin’ up the ground,

      ‘An’ ’e’s kickin’ all around:

   ‘For Gawd’s sake git the water, Gunga Din!’

’E carried me away

To where a dooli lay,

An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.   

’E put me safe inside,

An’ just before ’e died,

'I ’ope you liked your drink,’ sez Gunga Din.   

So I’ll meet ’im later on

At the place where ’e is gone—

Where it’s always double drill and no canteen.   

’E’ll be squattin’ on the coals

Givin’ drink to poor damned souls,

An’ I’ll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!   

      Yes, Din! Din! Din!

   You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!   

   Though I’ve belted you and flayed you,   

      By the livin’ Gawd that made you,

   You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

n/a

Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)

chalk train, fairies and clocks

So I dreamt I was working back in the office instead of remotely. The staff had changed quite a bit and I found myself and my tiny desk stuck back in a corner with no windows. I walked by the VP on the way whose office also moved to a cube style area. He was dramatically and humorously going on about what kind of office supplies he needed and he really wanted this extra large mouse pad, looking at me as a hint to get him one. Not feeling overly enthused about being back in the office I said that I would head over to Office Depot and see what I could find. He said no no... later. So I went back to my dark corner and noticed he left me a welcome meal ... fast food burger and fries. Not what I would want, but I appreciated the kindness. I decided to move some of the treats (I found more offerings) to the office kitchen. On the way there I noticed a door to the outside. There were some office festivities going on. Some sort of fair, and children were present. I walked around to see what was up.. an area that was like a forest of white balloons, then I moved on to a chalk line that swirled around in a maze-like fashion. If you stood on it, it was like a train and you moved along the line effortlessly. I walked off the line and walked through a fairyland for the kids. Very tiny little figures and homes, trees and flowers that were very cute. Then I noticed some antique clocks, the kind that are gold and whirl with the time. I was trying to reach them but there was a crowd of women in their 50s 60s, each time I tried to move forward another would politely move wrongly assuming to know where I was going. It seemed they were waiting for some jewelry showing. I went the other way along some shelves and counters and there was a little girl singing a complicated song, not missing a word. 

focus on the ...

I dreamt I was in a house, I lived in it with my boyfriend.  A mix of his ex girlfriends showed up as one person, walking around the house as if she owned it. I felt threatened and upset and that was turning to anger so I approached her to see what she wanted. It first it was defense vs defense, but then it turned into her explaining how she was miserable in the relationship due to this and that. We commiserated and all of the negative emotion melted away.

The bf showed up and I was sitting in the bathtub... clothed, but felt exposed or vulnerable. He was coming to say he was taking off to ski.

Then I was needing to get somewhere, almost to an office or work or an airport to get to work. I was running and it seemed I was running on a spiral of grass.... like a very very large structure of a path that spiraled up in the air and became wider as it went up. The path had stones, mossy stones, grass, streams, boulders and so on. I would start gaining speed and it would be fun, but then I would look down at the stones right in front of me and lose control of my footing and want to stop. I kept trying to run and it kept happening. I tried to remember what I was doing when it felt fun and good... I noticed I was not looking at where my feet were... but out in front of me at the next visual marker... a blade of grass, or a boulder, or.  I tried it again and it felt like I was flying.

Then I saw the ex girlfriend mix on the side with her father. All was ok with us and he seemed to help smooth it out even more. They had invited me to dinner as a peaceful gesture. I went from there to an airport. Sitting on a sofa with a towel, backpack and other items sprawled out. I saw two men looking for a place to sit near the gate, so I nodded to them and gathered my things so they could sit. This situation is a bit blurry. Some excitement for the trip, some unpreparedness feelings as well. Then a woman came out of the airplane entrance. She asked for some small favor from me and then handed me a free ticket that could be used to go anywhere. I was very appreciative. As she walked away, I had remembered that I had another ticket that was similar and was very excited thinking about my next trip.

Then I was at an office. An old exbf of mine was working there and had requested I visit. He looked well and was in a position he liked. I went to his office. It was quite the setup, nice lighting, furniture and a private bathroom. For some reason we both decided to stand in the bathtub. We looked each other in the eyes and it felt a bit comforting like coming home. We both could feel the exhale and embraced for a moment.

I left there and went to visit an old friend of mine and her mother. I was going to tell her about visiting my ex bf (JBDS). It was so nice to see both of them and then I mentioned to her mother about the father of the exgf. She was single so I mentioned that he seemed handsome and smart etc...

woke up with this song in my head - always look on the bright side of life

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...

...always look on the bright side
of life...
(Whistle)

Always look on the light side
of life...
(Whistle)

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle
- that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright
side of life...
(Whistle)

Come on.

Always look on the right side
of life...
(Whistle)

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain
with a bow
Forget about your sin - give the
audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance
anyhow.

So always look on the bright side
of death...
(Whistle)

a-Just before you draw your terminal breath...
(Whistle)

Life's a piece of shit, when you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true
You'll see its all a show, keep 'em laughin as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you

And...
Always look on the bright side
of life...
(Whistle)

Always look on the right side
of life...

C'mon Brian, cheer up

Always look on the bright side
of life...

Always look on the bright side
of life...

Worse things happen at sea you know.

I mean - what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing
- you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing.

Always look on the right side
(I mean) of life...

what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing
- you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost?

Always (Nothing.) look on the right side of life...

Nothing will come from nothing ya know what they say?
Cheer up ya old bugga c'mon give us a grin!
There ya go, see!

Always look on the right side of life...
(Cheer up ya old bugga c'mon give us a grin! At same time)

There ya go, see!

Songwriters
ERIC IDLE

model shots

 I dreamt that I was in line with other models to get photo shots. It was dusk and we were all nude. I felt a bit odd in that my stomach was protruding like a balloon. I said they were taking shots as if I was pregnant. and let it go. I looked down and my stomach moved.. I saw feet and hands moving in my skin. I didn't know how it happened. I was half happy half not. I told someone passing that it could be aborted as if this wasn't meant to be. Then part of me was excited to have a little baby. 

Linen

I dreamt that TMB and I started a company. I'm not sure if it was fabrics or clothing, but it was a company based on work life balance. The building was surrounded by grounds and had a large park in the middle. People could go for walks on the paths to let their mind  have a break, or come with new ideas. There was a sense of play in the atmosphere, but also a sense that people cared about each other, the work and thriving as a whole. The people were all dressed in linen and I think that was the name of our company as well. It felt at one point like I was watching a small video about the company with employees laughing and splashing water at each other in the park. It was a bit cheesy as far as an advert goes, but the idea was nice. 

my lemon

I dreamt a a little baby girl was crying from just waking up. I went to pick her up hoping that I could do something to comfort her and she immediately giggled.

Then I'm with Gene Kelly. We are a couple and about to go to the museum, but he has to prepare first and shower.

We are in the living room, light yellowy marble on the floor, white furniture, and across there room there is a small hallway with a woman looking at herself in a mirror. In the living area before her, there is a painting on an easel. Gene looks to me and with a sparkle in his eye, he says watch and nods in the direction of the painting and the woman.   A piece of abstract art, like a person made of brown, black, gold and white polygons peels off the painting and start walking towards the woman. Gene watches in anticipation for her reaction of surprise.  It reaches out a line of an arm and taps her on the shoulder. She exclaims and laughs and turns to look at us. I'm waiting to see her face, but as she turns her face is polygons as well. But I am her and he is the polygon and we are both the humans and the abstract.. I think how fun to be both and play before the museum.

Then I see a classic painting or a bowl of mussels and clams, very large and beautiful blue and white shells. I start to prepare them and go to pick them up and the shells are soft like painted on canvas. I tell him how nice they are and start putting them on plate. He says.. but I like my lemon. I half ignore because it is easy enough and he can get the lemon. I continue to say how nice ...and he says but ...and I follow.. "I like my lemon." I turn to see he has it cut already and I have little forks. I turn back to the shell and say "I guess i'll have to get my own lemon," and I turn and he has just finished putting lemon on both of ours... we kiss.

blackberry candy

I dreamt that I was in a hummer type car. We were trying to get away from some people.
A Ferrari and two vans. Oddly the hummer seemed like a tight fit in the back where I was to sit and buckle up. I told them no way was I going to sit back there.  They let me move to the front and take the driver's seat which was much roomier. The crew I was with were all fun, adventurous and nice people.  There was a kitchen under the back part of the hummer, kind of like the space of a tank. One of the fellas had just cooked up some blackberry candy. He brought up a cutting board with some broken chunks of lavender and offered it up to me. I normally wouldn't eat the sugar, but I said ok to bond.

woke up with this song in my head - Just Remember I Love You

When it all goes crazy and the thrill is gone
The days get rainy and the nights get long
When you get that feeling you were born to lose
Staring at your ceiling thinking of your blues

When there's so much trouble that you wanna cry
The world has crumbled and you don't know why
When your hopes are fading and they can't be found
Dreams have left you waiting, friends have let you down

Just remember I love you and it'll be all right
Just remember I love you more than I can say
Maybe then your blues will fade away

When you need a lover and you're down so low
Start to wonder, but you never know
When it feels like sorrow is your only friend
Knowing that tomorrow you'll feel this way again

When the blues come calling at the break of dawn
Rain keeps falling, but the rainbow's gone
When you feel like crying but the tears won't come
When your dreams are dying, when you're on the run

Just remember I love you and it'll be all right
Just remember I love you more than I can say
Just remember I love you and it'll be all right
It'll be alright, it'll be alright, it'll be alright, well it'll be all right

play practice

I dreamt that I was with some people that were practicing for a play. I'm not sure if I was part of it, costumes/props/acting... but I knew I was supposed to be there as I didn't feel out of place. Although, I did feel like an observer.  I was watching people milling about below the stage and the sides working on things. The lead actor and actress were chatting and laughing. She was an actress from a while back, now in her late 60s or early 70s. She was still attractive, dark haired (well most likely with the help of a salon) and kept her petite figure. As I was watching, a tv screen kept bopping in and out of my vision. It was showing a clip of actors who had passed, one image fading into another with the year of 2009 fading in and out like a watermark. It would show a few male actors and then I would be watching play practice again. I wanted to see the total list. I was watching the actors again. There was a prop that was a boat. They were to sit in it and it was mechanized to tilt forward and backward as if floating over waves. He went to sit in the back... again the tv screen turned up.. showing the same list of actors that had passed with the year 2009.  I was back watching the actors and he was all situated in the boat on the back bench. She then got in to sit on the bench in front of him and they practiced with the movement ... and water, getting splashed with it.  I was thinking crazy these days all of the contraptions and props they use in plays and pondering whether simpler was better for a stage. I refocused on the actress and was a bit concerned due to her age... the movements of the boat were not gentle, and although she was in good shape, she still had the bones of an older woman. At one point she held her arms straight up and slid off the back of the bench to lean back on his, smiling the whole time. She seemed just fine,

I looked up 2009 ... and she did look a bit like this:
http://www.oldpasadena.org/blog/wp-content//2009/12/jenniferjones.jpg

Jennifer Jones - Actress (1919 - 2009)

rhino pup

I dreamt I received a new puppy. I say received because I did remember wanting one, looking for one, or purchasing one. I was walking down the sidewalk with two little dogs on leashes trailing behind. It seems I already had a dog.  I looked back to see what looked like a little white puff ball and a little gray puff ball bouncing along. They were not any breed that exists. I didn't get a good look at my original dog, which was the white one, but I did stop to look at the new pup. It looked like a baby rhino about the size of a cantaloupe. It's fur made it look sound and it was fuzzy and soft. It's little head which was rhino like had a small difference. It didn't have a horn on the tip of its snout, but instead it was on top of its head more like a unicorn. It was pretty adorable.  

little italy

I dreamt that I was in a place like Venice, but it was southern Italy. It was a busy small city with lots going on .. business, tourism, and some seedy bits with mafia and drugs. I hopped on a boat that was heading to my destination. I think that I was supposed to be attending a class. There were benches in the boat with small windows to see outside, with half of the boat exposed to open air. There were some men on there asking where to go out. They thought I must know of some places but I didn't. They kept pushing for information as if I was holding back.  Another girl mentioned to watch out and to be careful as they all could get into trouble if they entered the wrong club.

There was another boat attached to the back of this one, so I decided to jump to that one. It had no one on it and just a large white tarp covering most of it. I tapped it to see if I could walk on the tarp, but it was not taught. I decided to look under it and there were more people. No tourists... just the locals. I looked surprised and said oops! and they all laughed.

At some point we docked and I went on to my class.  I think I was a bit late and was looking for where to go. The building seemed small at first but then I saw that around the corner were escalators and stairs and many floors, almost like a large mall. I went to the escalator which then turned to a moving sidewalk that you had to jump off of to get to other escalators. It was kind of fun and I wanted to explore more.