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)

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."

easy life

I dreamt that I was in jail.  It seemed less like a jail and more like a like a ordained community.  We were still treated like people of society, but we had rules to follow and we all seemed to follow them to a T.  We had classes to take, times to be here and there. I heard some people talking. Bill Murry was in jail too with us. I guess he would get in trouble by choice because he wanted to return. He found life easier in jail, less to think about.  His jail mates would do his laundry, get him food, treated him like a god.

4 headed poodle

I dreamt that I was trying to use a camera. This camera was a little different thought. It was semi-transparent white plastic, maybe 4x6x.5.  There was one bit that stuck out at the top which looked like a clear lens where you look through to frame your photo.  I noticed when I looked through it, it was all blurry. Maybe I was looking through the wrong side, so I turned it around, but that felt off and still blurry.  Maybe I didn't know how to use it, or maybe it was broken.

I looked to my friends who looked at me with faces of "umm no it works..."  So I tried my left eye and I could see much more clearly. It wasn't the camera, it was my vision. I had never had my eyes checked in my adult life. I had always had good vision.  I guess it was time for an eye check.

I knew where was a well touted place called Visage. It was expensive, the owner was a bit snooty maybe, but I would be happy. There was also another place owned by a woman with short black hair, middle aged, a bit not nice.  I just happened be standing right next to that one.

It seems my impatience won over my love for  satisfaction and I went to inquire about an exam. I wa in a showroom of glass frames and I saw her come out of an office. She seemed pleasant enough and I told her my situation. She stated the obvious, that it would be an good idea for a checkup. I looked past her to her office and saw that she had dogs. She said "oh yes, they come with me every day."  There was a 4 headed poodle and a couple of other older dogs. She said "They are frail-ish but nice. Sometimes my patients get uneasy, especially during surgery.  It would be a tragedy if a dog barked and caused a patient to move or for me to jump. But it hasn't happened."   (Yet... I"m thinking... )

more

I dreamt that I was going somewhere with a group of people. We were walking as if we were tourists, walking on an intended path... although we had never been there before, we just knew where we were coming from and the destination. That there was some space we had to traverse to get from a to b.

I wasn't paying much attention as I was just trusting we would get there. It was enough that I knew we all wanted the same thing and that someone with us was moving us forward.

We arrived at a location. Our guide looked at me with wide eyed expectantly. He was like a cat that just brought me a dead mouse. I took a deep breath as I took in the view. It was a vast golden stairway leading down to water... across from it was a wall of golden bricks. On the bricks were various sculptures, some just round faces and some abstract. The guide... my friend, took my camera and pointed it to focus on one of the sculptures. It was beautiful with the light perfectly casting shadows to make the details more precise. I took the camera in my hand and quickly went to focus on another sculpture... then another... they were blurry and I couldn't make out the details. I realized he showed me the best vision on the wall and I took it for granted and shortened the experience by needing to find my own vision. I wanted to find the one he showed me again, but I couldn't seem to locate it. I felt a little stupid... but had I another chance, I probably would have done the same thing. Not knowing it was the best, I went to seek out more.

We traversed the water and he left me at his home. It was beautiful, although a bit over run with books, items, old papers... It was messy, but that almost made it more interesting and cozy.

I looked around a bit and starting feeling like it was my own. I'm not sure if hours, days or months passed... but the group was coming back to retrieve me. It was enough time to not want them there, in what now seemed mine and my friend's place. 

sticky pink

I dreamt that I was in a large setting... home?? It was a bit open air, but nice. The owner of the company I work for owned it. I was there doing this and that. I was an employee maybe? I didn't feel like an employee, but I did feel as though if he asked me to do something, that I felt I should do it.

I was doing this and that and he showed up. He was extremely nice to me as though he respected and appreciated me ... (he isn't a man who appreciates much). It was nice to see this side of him. It felt like the color of pale pink.. soft, sweet, gentle and kind. I was talking to his assistant who was there. She was saying how she would receive 22 raises in pay a year, that she hoped people didn't see it as bragging... and with a smirk ... that she felt bad she was treated so well. She didn't.  She felt more like the color of deep pink... sticky.

The owner said he needed his room prepared. He was going to give massages to his assistant and another older woman. I went into the room and gathered my things. I didn't go out of my way, but I wanted to make sure I had what I needed.

I felt all were being pleasant.. but I wanted something different.

farm

I dreamt I was with RC. He lived in empty vacant houses.  We were cozy together. Another girl tried to get his attention, but he wasn't interested. He really wasn't interested in being with anyone, but I didn't require anything.

Then I dreamt of GV, great feeling of friendship.

Then I dreamt of RB. I saw him and said.. "you've moved back!" I was happy to see him. He asked if I would like to buy a winery or farm with him. I was about to tell him of some property I was thinking of buying... but then realized, he hadn't really moved back, but he was going to move somewhere new. I liked the idea and decided to go with him.  We stayed at an inbetween place before getting to the farm. It had the feel of an old western town, simple. He, myself and his niece all slept in the same room. It was nice and peaceful. It was wonderful.

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. 

camaraderie

I dreamt that I arrived on a bus. I was with a group of people working on a project. Were we building an orphanage in south america? creating a creative landscape? I'm not quite sure, but it felt like both.
We were all in grubby clothes ready to work. It was a fun atmosphere, although plenty of physical labor was ahead of us. I put down my things and looked around to see which project I could go offer my services to. I went over to where a friend was. He was a shorter fella with dark shiny hair, on the longer side with a bit of wave. His team was building an arch. I looked up and it was made of several pieces of wood put together in layers. It looked o k .. a bit on the fragile side. I noticed there was no base on either side of the arch, more of just a post, which made it look odd and incongruent. I offered a simple solution with what materials we had left. We could put two large wooden planter boxes around each post and build it up and/or grow a vine up it so that it wouldn't look like a skinned leg bone. They looked at me with pained faces. Not because they didn't like the idea, but because they were exhausted and thought they were done for the day. I told them to not worry about it. I could handle it myself.

It was time to get back on the bus. We grabbed our things. It was a productive day with good people. It felt great.

two husbands

I dreamt that I was at someone's home. We had all just returned from somewhere and were emptying our vehicles. I felt a bit like the odd man out, but not in a horrible way. I just felt like they were speaking a different language, all being mothers, married and being ladies who lunch. I was the single person hopping along through life. I had seen this house before. I wanted to point out the interesting architecture to the women, but they didn't seem interested. They were talking about husbands, children and recipes. We walked into the home.. the ceilings were vaulted and most of the walls and ceilings were a warm wood with exposed beams. The master bedroom could be seen if you stepped to the right of the inside of the front door. There was a landing and then if you walked down some stairs, down an hall and up some stairs, the bedroom was almost its own structure, only connected by the hallway. Half of the ceiling was exposed with just windows carrying on down to the walls, with a view being of the woods. It was amazing.

I went to the attic, I guess I had some things up there that I had forgotten. I went through some boxes and found the antique clay bowl that I had been missing. I felt relieved as I was thinking I had imagined it existed. Then I found another set of gray blue bowls more shallow and modern, and yet another set. I don't think I needed them all, but it was nice to know that if I did... I had them. I went through some more boxes and realized I needed to get back out with the people.

I went out to the front driveway. There was a truck or SUV parked on the gravel part of the drive. One of the husbands was working on it. I was interested in mechanics, so stuck my head under the hood to see what he was up to. Another one of the husbands was intent... not sure on what. He was going to help the other fella, getting him supplies, keeping the women busy with other things. He seemed to not care for the other women, not sure why. He was ok with me, as we had been old friends.

Then with no evidence.. more of a knowing, there was a feeling that the woman were in danger. Someone was after them. Not maliciously, but if they didn't exist, it would be better. I looked at the window of the SUV, there was a heart drawn in the dew of the window. It had been my friend... he was in love with the other husband. He was the danger...

hover vehicle

I dreamt that I left to female coworkers to run some errands on a business trip. It was evening and I didn't know the area. My vehicle was a low air filled things. It was oval shaped, not long enough to lay flat on, but you could sit on it just fine and it was about 6 inches off of the ground. It was fast and small, so it was kind of fun to drive, although I did feel a bit vulnerable so close to the ground and with not protective shell. I was supposed to get supplies and get food for us. I was looking for a good place that had take-out in the evening and felt clueless. I was giving up hope when I stopped by a restaurant that had outdoor seating and asked one of the patrons. A short haired blond told me to go to a pizza place. I had seen it earlier, the first place I came across of course. I guess they had other things besides pizza and it would just have to work.

I texted the girls to see what they wanted and I think I just ended up getting something and going back.

I was back at work and the office had an open plan that was two stories. The second story had offices around the perimeter and open railings with a view of the first floor. Obama was my coworker. He was talking to employees, trying to gather information and help them. This wasn't in line with the president's ideas of what should be happening in the office. Obama was sharing information that would change the environment for the company president (DP).  DP yelled from the second story balcony across the main floor "Obama, when you are done there I need to speak to you!"

Obama was clear in his vision though and didn't seem faltered

fisherman man

I dreamt that I was at someone's home. It felt a bit festive. I was with some strangers that were fun. I didn't know many of them, but we were all there for similar reasons it felt. It was rainy outside, so it felt cozy and fun to be indoors. There was a man that had come in with crazy brown hair and a beard. There was something about him that was attractive. He was there for a bit and left. I spoke to an older lady there. Someone that felt grandmotherly and seasoned. I guess I had told her that I had a crush on the man. The rest of us became busy with this and that and time had passed, possibly a day had gone by. Then the man returned... the bearded one I had a crush on. He was wearing a yellow raincoat and hat, as if he was an old fisherman. The older lady was letting him know about my crush and I could tell he was happy about the news.  While this was happening, I took another look at him. He didn't look the same... his nose was large and red as if he liked his drink. His demeanor wasn't quite the same. I had a feeling of panic. Did I like him??? What had I been thinking?  Then I calmed myself. Why not just see ... he can't be all bad.

falling walls

I dreamt that I was in a house. It seemed maybe lacking in something. It was in a place that I thought it should be more interesting, but the inside was plain and lacking personality. A man came in... he seemed like a Zeus type character. He had a long white beard, curly white hair, and he had a mighty feel about him. I liked him. He felt knowledgeable, and patient. He said you can't see what this house is and was. Then huge rectangular chunks of wall came down landing hard on the floor and shaking the house. Each one looked as though it was made of plaster. Each had a different color to it, and ornate trip at the tops and edges. They were beautiful and they were exciting to see. I imagined how beautiful this building must have been, what had gone on here.

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.

modern antique

I dreamt that I was talking with a gal who is writing a book (d). I asked her how it was going and she showed me a tiny beta/vhs type tape. It had the old clunkiness of a beta tape but it was about 2"x2"x1" and in that old computer beige color, but shiny. It was kind of cute, kind of handy, but I said I can't believe they are making these with the tape and the mechanical issues?? But they were the latest thing.

orchard run

I dreamt that I was on a farm, out in the country. I was sitting at a table and across from me was my captor (who was Ben Kingsley). It was a slow evening, almost torturous. He wasn't doing anything mean, besides being there and me knowing that I was going to be hurt or find my end at some point that evening. We were having dinner maybe? I was in a long red gown and looked like Natalie Portman. A bit skinny, a bit frail. It seemed we were having a battle of wits that was getting us nowhere, but escalating the fear, the control and the hatred of the situation. I knew I was going to get no where with him. At one point I just decided to get up and run. I rather be killed quickly if it was going to happen that to let it draw out. I ran into the orchard half being me .. half watching from afar as if it was a movie. I could see her/me run along the orchard. I thought ... she could make it if she would quit running in the moonlight. She needed to get between the trees, even if it seemed it would take her longer to get to her destination, at least he wouldn't be able to see her. She threw a large hard clod of dirt in the air and it hit him in the head. It didn't slow him. Then she threw a branch and I could see blood, but it just angered him  more. Then he threw a large clod of dirt and hit her directly in the back of the head and she fell.  Then they were sitting in the orchard like nothing had ever happened, both laughing. Like this whole thing had been a game. He said he hoped they hadn't made so much racheous that the neighbors could hear... they might have thought they were serious.   

debits and credits

I dreamt that I was with a group of guys. Friends?  We were all together for a short amount of time... like a school year or term. All there for a purpose, living together, hanging out together etc. A test was coming up and I was all of a sudden frantic. It was tomorrow and I wasn't ready. Part of me was thinking... but I always do well on tests. I had done well in this class the whole time, had I not? What was I worried about... let alone I was excellent at cramming. But I was still stressed. I knew the guys hadn't studied. They had spent most of their time partying and drinking. Why were they so calm?  One, MG was trying to ease my stress. Telling me it was just on this and that, you have the notes and so on.  We had a dog or a cat in the house.. it felt like just looking at it for a second made me feel more calm. Then back to thoughts on the test... What was it on anyway?? I had to think hard. I was picturing a bluegreen tray that had bottles and boxes in it. Did I need to know what those were? Then I thought... am I supposed to know which one is a debit and which a credit?  I felt calmer. I could easily cram for this.

wedding flood

I dreamt that I was at a large hotel that had ballrooms and restaurants for events. I seemed to be setting up the event and running around. At the same time I felt not part of the event and like I crashed the place. I was walking by people trying to be unnoticed in my crashed-mindset and the groom caught my attention. He was inviting me to a private party for the bride and groom, a sort of thank you for all of my work. Ok, I guess I was part of this thing. I thought he was telling me the party was an after party after the wedding and reception... but then it was starting right then, a before party. I was disappointed. The after party sounded like more fun, more special, less... as an "I have to thank you some how so here is a non-sincere event to make it seem like I care."   I went down a hallway to a lobby and then into a computer room. It was as if a large scientific company was in the building as well.  I walked into the room and it was all protected by card keys. I could walk into the entrance, but not through a turnstile. The room was white and the whole border of the room had computers built into the walls. One wall had sit down counters with computers and a window out to something they were working on. I could see something had gone wrong, as one of their inventions or experiments crashed into a woman scientist. She was older, brown bob, not very attractive. It was a person that felt like she was not focused on anything beautiful in life. Just measurements, specifics,  what she could see before her.  She was dead now and blood everywhere. I guess I was supposed to help, or was helping and I had blood on my hands. I had put my hand against the window and left a blood mark on it.

I left the room and was walking back the small wedding thank you party. There were people dressed in stormtrooper outfits, but more refined and less bulky. They were also in more muted grays and greens. I kind of rolled my eyes at the new trend and the club at the hotel that attracted these types.

I saw the groom again, very groomed, short haired blond fella. This time he didn't look as cheery. There was a flood of water coming, a natural disaster type of flood. The whole room was suddenly consumed with chest high water. I was standing on top of some tables and watching everything move past me, desserts, and tea sandwiches in the muddy water.

It seemed the flood was over as soon as it began. Time had to have sped through it, but time really hadn't moved. A few of us were stacking furniture in an area to keep some of the water and items to the place of the reception. Otherwise, everyone else had left.

I remembered that the blood was still on the window. I needed to go clean it up. Not that I had done anything wrong, but someone had and I didn't want any evidence out there. I went into the room but didn't have a key card this time. I was going to sneak over the turnstile and clean. Just as I was, a woman came in. I acted like I belonged there and cleaned the window and left.

I went to an apartment that I had rented for the few days of the wedding. It was dirty too. I went out onto the deck or roof? and there were items left from the flood. I could see people on the street gathering food and going to their cars, for the most part, helping each other. I took some palm leaves and stacked them on the roof. I'm not sure if it was to clean up or that they were valuable. They seemed valuable.

Then I was in a torn up house or make shift salon. The flood had hit a friend's house that did nails and hair. My friend PC and I went there to get a manicure and he was a bit harried, although pleasant.. he just didn't have his normal supplies, his normal space.  She was almost done and he hadn't started on me yet. I looked down though and saw pink on one nail. I didn't want pink... too barbie for me. I was going to remove it before he came back and to start over. I wanted the same color as was on my toes... a nude.

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.