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.

eventual path

I dreamt that I was on a train or tram on my way to a specific location. It was in Germany, Austria or Belgium, .. and knew I would pass by cute villages, rivers and flowers as it was spring. I had a specific place to go, but had never been there and the description was vague. I was to see a bridge, I envisioned with baskets of flowers hanging from it. Then once across the bridge, there would be a path to the left and an house at the end of that path.

I felt like I was on the train with others I knew... or at least was talking to. Or maybe I was just talking to myself, but I saw places that seemed like the right bridge or path, but they just didn't feel right.  I thought, what if that was the one... and I missed it, but I comforted myself in knowing that there would be another opportunity.

I got off at a stop finally and funnily, I saw no bridge or path, but it just felt right. I walked down along the road towards the town and met nice people, and there it was. The bridge and I could see the path to the left right across from it.

Then I was with TMB and SG from work. They were walking along looking at little food stands. We were all chatting. SG said... "so the other day, I gathered up a list of news stations, web sites, reporters and so on.. You know my brother went missing a month ago.  So I sent the list to my family letting them know I would contact them soon and see which ones would be willing to air the story. I cc:'d my brother on it just in case anyone was checking his email."  He paused and was expressionless, in a dry sort of way. He continued, "I got a response back... it was from my missing brother. He wrote, "I think it would have taken me more than a month to create that list." It turns out when I dropped him at the airport, I had sent him with his baggage, but his passport was in my briefcase. He has been stuck at an airport for a month and they didn't allow him to contact anyone."

petrified 3

I dreamt that I was laying on my side. I was awoken by what felt like my hair falling against my neck. I stopped to focus, to check for more movement. I felt more movement. It felt like scurrying.... was a mouse or a rat in my hair? I focused some more, then it felt like fingers scratching the back of my neck. I was petrified and couldn't move. 

petrified 1

I dreamt that I was sleeping on my side, then felt something or someone pressed up against my back... I couldn't move.

instructor

I dreamt that I was in high school. I went to empty my locker. I had more than two file boxes worth of items to go through. How had I accumulated so much? It felt like I had been there for years and years, as I was looking through my things as if I hadn't seen them in a decade or more.  I found a pile of pee chees, each labeled by subject. I guess I had forgotten that I had organized things that way. Did I still need all of this or could I dump it. It felt heavy in weight and mind and I decided on the latter.

 It was the last day of school and I still had to take the final test before I could move on with my life. We all had to take a verbal test in front of the class. It felt a bit voluntary, either you spoke up or you didn't. Although I didn't feel like anyone would miss out on their chance. I saw a bunch of math equations on the board. I felt confident as I was very good at maths. The instructor sat in the back and observed. He was Alan Rickman.  Well, my instructor, not the actor. I took my shot and I guess I did well, although I felt as though it was a bit half-assed. I went to my seat in the back near him and he spoke to me. He went into my character, my talents, who he thought I was. It was moving to have someone understand you so well, flaws and all, and still appreciate you. We were connected.

He reached out for my hand and held it and asked if we could meet. It was as if the situation had taken over and I was no longer in charge of my body or voice. Of course it was yes. I went home and started to straighten everything. Scotch - check, port - I think check... glasses clean - check.  I was 18, my life was starting. I felt very prepared and very excited.

Then it seemed we were going to go on a bit of an outing. I was in the south of Europe some where, a bit hot, a bit serene. We walked over a hill to find a lake. One I had never heard of as if it was almost unknown to most. It thought of who I should share this with and decided maybe it was best kept a secret. There were some Italians there, some I knew. The water was beautiful, he was beautiful. 

obama

I dreamt that Obama could run again as long as he ran under another party. He was in the room laying out his agenda for the campaign. ..

One of his constituents was discussing ideas on education. He wanted to abandon all public schools and systems. He thought we could all have free and more beneficial education by having the general public create online video type classes. Information would be more accessible, more up to date and more relevant. And children could choose there topic at will for a more organic learning experience.

I liked his ideas, but I thought... some things are best taught at a young age... like language and grammar.  I don't think I would have organically chosen those as a kid, but who knows...

decision

I dreamt that I was going to mall with dad, He is grumpy, He needs to shop for something particular.. . I think a suitcase.  We walk in the mall and there are so many children rambling about freely... We comment this is unsafe as we heard of an article stating that there have been kidnappings etc. in this mall. Then all of the lights turn off... I see everyone is in pajamas... it is some special pajama night... I'm thinking ok.. from bad to worse?

We keep walking through the mall, dad is still frustrated. We find a shop that has luggage and go in. Dad is looking for his particular item that he wants and I meander. The shop keeper is very nice, and kind of cute. He notices my dad is irritable. He tries to get my attention and ask me out but doesn't want my dad to notice fearing how he might react. I look at him and try to continue the cloak and dagger. I take a pen and try to write my number down for him and mouth to him to text me what he would like to say, but the pen isn't writing. I try on another piece of paper... I try scribbling lightly... harder, shaking the pen and trying again... nothing is working. I look up at him... then a light goes off... My business card!  I look and look and sort through a hand full of business cars, but there are none left of mine, just a bunch of business cards from other associates. My dad wants to leave, he is done with the store. I go and walk to the door opening and he is out the door. I look back to the shopkeeper and say good bye and when I turn back to the door, the store is moving... like a locomotive. Or maybe the outside is moving like one. I look outside and it is dark and snowing and no longer the interior of the mall. I feel as though I can either follow my dad or stay with the shopkeeper, but the decision will be final. I find myself slipping, the entry is tilting as if I am on a mountainside. I grasp the edge of the entry with my fingertips tightly and try to pull myself to the shopkeeper, who is now on his stomach with his hand outreached for mine. The outside is moving faster, the choice needs to be made now. I grab the shopkeepers hand and pull myself to it and kiss it as if that is the seal to the deal, the exclamation of my decision. It feels nice and we pull each other closer and are together. Then the store is the moving train. My legs are still hanging outside and we are still holding tight to each other, to our decision not letting the movement, the snow or anything sway our grasp. Then the train stops at the entrance of a shabby tunnel. There is old garbage and this and that strewn about all in different layers of black and gray. We look at each other and kiss. From the corner of my eye, I see what looks to be an insect. It is about 6 inches long and looks to be made of red beads stacked in a line. It curls over itself and then a flower blooms from it. It felt beautiful and affirming.

open door

I dreamt that I was watching a somewhat interactive theatrical performance. Part of it was in a large old historical building with spacious rooms, tall ceilings and open spaces. Each room had a piece of the story and they didn't necessarily need to be seen in order, as all added to the story and you would create the connection organically instead of being lead through. I saw people leaving one room looking a little frightened. I went in and the door opened only to a small balcony that overlooked a dark room lit with fire. It was sort of hell with a demon of sort with large horns. It felt real and that this thing should be something you are scared of, that it could escape if you let the door open, your devour you if you kept the door closed. I walked out and left the door open. I felt it would be ok. This story was almost over. I went out onto the steps outside through the large entrance doors. It was still light outside and people were milling about. A funny looking limo drove up and I noticed it was the writer and other creatives showing up for the party at the end of the night. It looked like they had already started, in good humor and all smiles. They were dressed in early 60's hip. It looked nice on them.  They walked on and another larger and more classic limo showed up and it looked as though they were going to push the other out of the way. I ran up to it to see if I could save the odd little limo from being damaged. This group in the large limo were wealthy. They had shown up for the show, but it was too late. I advised them that there was another spot around the corner, just a moped needed to be moved (safely) and it would be fine, They accepted and a few of us moved the moped.

Tchaikovsky

I dreamt something about a ballet and that Tchaikovsky was going to finish it. Finish the ballet! someone yelled.  In the dream, I learned that he preferred men, but couldn't do anything about it.  

happy little things

I dreamt that I was working in an office. It was a sea of cubicles and my group was the last two rows against a wall. It felt like I was on a good team, with lots to do in a good way. A woman that was contracting with us was packing up on her last day with us. I offered to help her out to her car with some boxes. She was grateful and then stopped and realized she didn't need some of the marketing items anymore and if any of us was interested, that we could have them. They were some nylon bags, and random things. I said sure and was excited to see what treasures might be in the boxes. She was on her way and I opened one of them. It was a huge box of greeting cards. I thought that was fun and thought about giving them as a gift to my aunt who gave out a card for every holiday imaginable. I put the lid back on and my step mom was there with an a step uncle of mine, although not anyone in my reality. They had both decided to do a challenge together to be a bit more healthy. I saw them both and they looked amazing. She was happy and energetic, his skin was glowing and his muscle tone was evident. I told them both how great they looked and asked what they did that worked. They said really just watching things here and there... being aware, nothing big. They both looked so happy it was contagious.

limited time

I dreamt that I was in a mall or hotel... some place where a workshop was happening. I wasn't taking the workshop, it was something about programming or storage. I had many friends that were into it though, so I had interest in being around it. I saw that an Italian friend of mine was there, ED. He was attending the workshop, but was not going to the first segment. He said, it is on the difference in Arabic programming language, and that he didn't need to learn it. He was in my town for just a couple of days. I asked if I could take him to the coast as soon as his class was out. I said it wouldn't be much, but he could see the sunset and come back and at least see this coast line for his first time. He wanted to, but the session didn't end until 9. I was disappointed. He ran his finger long the back of my hand. He was glad to see me and I him. We had one of those unspoken connections that took no effort. I was going to just have to enjoy the time he had at this moment.

uncouth

I dreamt that I was at a wedding. All of my step cousins were there and extended family. I didn't feel completely part of them, but I didn't feel completely excluded either. The wedding was held outside and in tents and small buildings, each for a different use... some coat "closets," others places to change, hold food, dance, etc. I felt like I was having a good time, but part of me felt self conscious as if possibly I was being uncouth in a small way. There was a very small baby there that I was holding, a step cousins new baby. It was tiny and sweet. I think I was initially holding it to help someone, but then carried it with me, partially looking for someone else to take it, but partially not minding holding it. Someone finally took the baby. I think I was overly self conscious because I was now worrying if they took the infant due to my behavior. Although I was doing nothing wrong. 

the edge

I dreamt that I was in a different place. I had to fly there. It seemed I flew there twice in my dreams, the second time bringing more luggage with vintage items. I was staying at a woman's house. I am not sure that I ever saw her or knew who she was. I did meet her daughter though, who was maybe in her late teens or almost twenty. She was a pretty girl on the verge of sexy but she didn't have that edge yet, still a girl. I liked meeting the "girl." She was wide-eyed, sweet and hopeful. I was meeting her just before she would change. She left to go to some event with friends, hair up in a pony tail, big smile and almost bouncy with happiness. I had the cases that were my grandmother's, filled with a treasure of old clothes from the 30's and 40's. I was looking forward to showing the girl.

She returned and I could tell it was happening. She was a bit thinner, and she almost had sharp edges to her now. Her skin was tan, and she had more of an edge. Some quickness that comes from experience defending and protecting. I felt less light about her, but showed her things anyway. She still had the girl inside, curious to see and the warmth that comes from sharing and kindness. As we went through the dresses, jewelry and old calling cards, she seemed to destroy everything she touched. The papers separated, the dress tore as she tried it on... I said we had to stop or it all would be ruined, making sure not to blame her... it was the frailty of the old items.

I started packing the things, and was going to be on my way. I wasn't sure how I would make it back with all of these cases. Maybe two trips...

cat fur

I dreamt of a cat. It seemed to be wise, smart, had presence... something to be aware of. Not sure if it was to be feared or just noticed. I jumped through the door to the outside and its fur came off in one piece. It seemed like a normal thing for the cat. I wondered how hard it would be to put it back on.

freedom

I dreamt I was in bed with the actor Ben Daniels from "The Paradise." We were not romantic, just both in the same bed. He was all twisted up in white sheets and asleep. It was just morning. I was thinking about him, his personality. For some reason I had a gut feeling about him. I said aloud, "you seem a bit feminine." He turned over and sighed with great relief. He was gay. It was as if the weight of the world came off of his shoulders.  He could be himself.

face the werewolf

I dreamt that I was at a cocktail bar in a u-shaped booth. The lights were dim, the place was pleasant. I saw a coworker and she was doing her thing and I couldn't stop myself. I told her she was the biggest b ever and as it was happening.. doom was leering in my head of how this was going to play out in my work life... not good.  My mind said.. I don't care, this feels too good. This feels too free. I am out of my shell to be myself and bring it on.

The next scene I remember is I was walking up to a house on farmland. I went in to see a friend, a guy, and he was frantic. A werewolf was near. My friend had a shotgun but only two shots. He tried but I knew he didn't hit the target. I ran out the back to see where we could hide. I found a well. It was the only place the werewolf wouldn't smell us or go. I looked at it. It was stagnant and swampy. I didn't want to get in, although I knew I would if I had to survive. I waited for my friend. I was not going to go in unless we both had to. I heard another shot. We were safe..

reciprocal wings

I dreamt that I was doing makeup in the outdoors for a movie that was being filmed. I was just putting finishing touches on the actors. A young woman and a couple of men. They all needed just a touch of blush so they looked flush as they were about to shoot an outdoor scene. I first put color on the girl and then the guys. The one fellow was tall and young with dark longish hair. He closed his eyes and smiled as I put just I dusted his cheeks lightly with a big fluffy brush. I think he liked the feeling of it. Just then, the director was walking up. He had a warm and calming presence. He was The Dude... or Jeff Bridges. His hair was wild and gray and he had a long lumbering walk. I wasn't completely confident in what I was doing, it was a new job. I wasn't going to win any awards, but I was sufficient. He walked up to me and asked how I was doing and if I liked my job. I said it was ok, although it was just an inbetween. I had another job, but that for sure wasn't what I wanted to do. We talked a bit more and I felt hugged by his presence. I could tell he appreciated the conversation. He said that after talking to me, he felt like crying, in a good release of emotions sort of way.

He asked me to come along with him. It felt nice, like I was being taken under someone's wing, but it was reciprocal. I found myself in a canoe, paddling along in a lake to the place of the next shoot. The actors were with me, but not The Dude. The girl was frantic. She was witnessing one of the guys and was acting as if he was about to do something drastic, like take his life. I looked over and he was fine. He may have been horsing around in the boat, but that is it. I felt they created more drama around them than need be and I wasn't sure if I should or could do anything about it. Then The Dude paddled up and with him his calming presence and I felt I really didn't need to think about any of it. 

floating

I dreamt that I was floating on an inner tube that was being pulled around by a boat. I had fallen asleep, and the inner tube had detached from boat. I looked around and I couldn't see it anywhere. I was out amongst other boats and it felt a little dangerous. I didn't want my friends to be upset, I almost fell like it was my fault for falling asleep.

I paddled to shore and when I arrived, I started walking along the shore. I had a swimsuit bottom on with skirt. The place was not just smooth sand. There were little sandy beaches, lots of people, platforms and stairs. I looked around for my friends but decided to go back to our cabin.

I walked up the hill on an unpaved road. There was a truck blocking the way, so I moved it. I hung my inner tube on it hoping that my friends would see it and know I was ok.

A man came up and was in a sort of food cart. I thought he was going to be upset that I was messing with things, but he wasn't. He went inside and he was showing my items he sold... prophetic trinkets and he seemed to know what I I was going to say before I said it. He took a photo of me and created a sign to say here she is... again, for my friends.

Another girl came up and he started to focus on her. He seemed to like her. I felt a bit disappointed and moved on.

Then the path turned into a paved walkway in front of a building. I went up some stairs, I was in a very nice building now, dressed for work. The stairs are large and marble white. I seem to be in a good mood, dressed nice, going to a good job, being treated nicely. A very tall older gentleman is behind me. He is in good humor and seems to be enjoying watching how I do what I do. My hands are full of items and I get to a step... do I have a clock? The step is very high.. comes to my hips. I decided I can't do this step gracefully with all of these things in my hands. I put them down and then have to climb up the stairs with my knees. The man chuckles and says something funny. I wished I could have done this better, but really.. this was the only way. I start to pick up my things and it seems impossible now that I ever carried it all. I might have to make a couple of trips. He looks at me and says... C.. it is time for you to take something on. It felt good and right. It was time for me to do something and quit floating.

treasure

I dreamt that I was on a journey. It seemed that I was in the desert, or at least a place that was dry and dusty... maybe deserted. The towns seemed empty.

I kept walking and I started noticing a pattern of how the towns were designed.. at least on our path, they seemed like duplicate copies in different states of evolution... being built, completion or torn down...

Our little dog was out ahead of us. I was concerned it first, it so small an so far ahead I couldn't defend it if need be, but it looked back with its sure little face and energy and I knew it was fine. We hadn't seen people for miles.

My friend or boyfriend's parents were out behind us a ways. There was a feeling that we should wait and let them catch up and another that said we should lose them. We had been walking for miles. I wanted to check but realized our electronics were down. We would be able to figure it out later, but I knew we were in the hundreds.

I saw a tall dark opening to a building. I think this is what we were looking for. We walked in and I joked about finding treasure. Then in the dark I saw a silhouette of a dark box on the ground out ahead about 100 feet. I ran towards it and sure enough, it was an old trunk. I turned round to see where my friend was. He had found something on the ground. It looked like a huge futuristic gun of sorts. I wanted to show him the treasure. We both were not thieve types, but very interested in the story behind things. We didn't want to take the treasure, but we didn't want someone else taking it either. We decided to focus on the gun thing and also who it may have belonged to that may still be here.

We walked farther down the dark tunnel and saw a light in a another opening down the hall. We walked in and saw many tables as if this was a room that knights or high political figures would meet to dine. I started playing with the gun more. It had screens, and gadgets that made me think it wasn't a gun at all, more of an information gatherer and tool. There was a video recording device and other screens and it kept humming. I could hear noises from outside and we both dropped and both wanted this gun to be quiet.

In came a group of people. The first was a stocky man with a beard. He seemed to be the leader, a bit aggressive seaming and barky. They saw us and immediately made us feel at ease. It may have been also that they had children with them. They started questioning us, who we were, how many of is and how did we find the place. I felt like saying it just revealed itself really, but I didn't share it. I didn't want them to feel that it was hard for them and easy for us... or that maybe we knew something they did not. We told them that only two more were coming. My bf's father and his gf (which was an ex's mother).