France and Metal bugs

First I was in France but with a schoolmate that was from first grade. She was all grown up now and had lived in France a while and was kind of showing me the ropes. We were in a college and then a cafeteria, then taking a bus and then off the bus again jumping off (the buses would only slow down, not stop). And then and then and then...

Then I was asked to be in a movie or something. I was with a crew of people. We were on location outside. There were cameras, costumes, etc. I really don't know what character I was, just that they pulled me in. I think there was something secret I knew... oh... This guy was dieing. He was the old king or something.... one big eye, one small, yellowed and browned teeth that were long like an old rabbit's, bald, a hunch back... etc.. but he was the power. He just died and the mother is frantic, telling her son he is the power now, but the only way he can do it is to fake being the father. So she has an elaborate costume for him to wear.... It felt horrible because he would be spending his life being this hideous creature.... just for power. Then I was late to the meeting of sorts and all of the other actors were sitting there. I took out my notes (it was kind of like a class) and was hoping I had everything. It seems I did, and was ahead of the class and doing fine. I looked across the room and there was the son walking by, as the father. There were interactions with the other students, friendly ones and then we had to go. Then I was in the agency office. They said my work was done now. I'm not sure I really did anything. I felt like they decided they didn't like me. They said their top stylist was going to cut my hair. I was kind of excited. She would lift my hair up.. and as it fell, cut. Somehow it would fall perfectly cut and then dry and curl ... pretty nice.

Then I had a dream I was watching this story on a man getting old.... written by his son (last night I was browsing a site like this). Then if I went backwards in the photos, it showed the son from youth. I then saw him as a baby and black and white photos of him being born out of the earth (the parents were creatives). They had shown him coming out of some soil, feet first on gravel. I thought... how funny, that must have been way back when, when they thought babies came out head first, but then... why would they say that if they knew better??  Then the baby was alive and I was holding it (kind of a chunk) and I was taking care of two other children. :-s The baby and I were playing though... I dusted off the pebbles but then I realized they would crawl back on. They pebbles were insects, but the insects where metal letters from an old typewriter ball. They were crawling at his face and I was quicky brushing them off. Then we walked away and then this little bird thing jumped on my skin and dug in. But it wasn't a bird thing, it was a little metal thing clamping on to my skin. I took it off and tried to kill it. Then it came back on to the baby. I did it again and it was gone. Then we went to go see the other children. They were there (thank god) and playing with other kids. I had looked at the a baby and it had pock marks. I thought.. interested, since as an adult he has pock marks too.

swimming in the river and old wise-ish man

My first dream is vague-ish, but going along the theme of a guy in my dream. I think initially I was driving a motorcycle up some muddy path. Myself and some friends were heading to some docks. Before this we were "opening" easter baskets or something like it. There were little kids etc. and checking to see who was happy with what. I think I remember some sort of stickers or something...??? Back to the muddy path... we got to the water , just my guy friend and we were trying to choose which boat or raft to go in, and I was so eager to get in, I just jumped in the water. It felt so good too. It was the perfect temperature. He and I could almost float down the river on our own, with nothing underneath us and it went pretty fast. It was fun. Then we ended up with everyone else. My dad and step-mom were there and her extended family (which is huge). They were all deciding when to get in the water, what to do, lots of talking and not a lot of decision making.

I was in this room and sitting at a table. First I was going through papers. I think I was working and stamping them with dates. The woman in front of me was doing the same thing, but she was a bit slower. She was also not recycling the envelopes and so on. So I took her pile and finished it too. Then I realized with a gasp that I had been using the wrong stamp. It said complete. I was panicked, I wasn't sure if they were completed or not. Then at one point it felt ok and I moved on. Then I was in the same room at a larger table. People were working on some sort of project. It was an assignment of sorts and it seems there was a "right" way to do it, but it was a creative assignment. There were beads, shells, glue, images, other little pieces of this and that and we were all supposed to make a sculpture of sorts on a board. There was an old man there... long white hair, long white beard, old, you could tell he was supposed to be wise. But in my dream I didn't agree with where he was going with the project. I thought sure, at one time that was the truth... but my gut was telling me that the truth has altered now and although I could have done the project exactly how he wanted to play nice nice and appease, I just couldn't do it. So I took my things and started making it how I thought it should be. It felt better. He saw what I was doing and tried to talk to me about it. I knew part of him was disappointed, but part also knew he had to let go and he was moving on. My feeling about what I was doing wasn't complete though. I knew it shouldn't be what was expected, but I only could feel pieces of how it should be. He came over to inspect what I was doing and I just wanted to hide everything. I felt exposed and frustrated that I couldn't explain with words what I was feeling and trying to accomplish. At this point the subject of the project was no longer a board only, but a video and way of living. I started crying saying.... I just can't do all of this. I feel I have to be so perfect and eat organic and know how to live perfectly and I can't eat only organic and live only the good way (huh? ) etc. etc.... and he told me... it is ok, because it isn't time for that yet. I don't have to be that person yet...

water torture and roommates

One dream I was living with two other people. One guy had his own room with a door, the other girl and I were in the next section. We both had bunk beds. I tried to angle mine so I could have more space and she angled her's for more privacy....

Then I had a dream that these prisoners were about to be tortured. There was a large helicopter ... the men were tied to some posts next to it. Then I guy would through a large bucket of water on the blades while they where going. I could see the water coming off of the blades in slow motion ... they looked like bbs. They would hit the men and their skin would be bruised and would break.

game show and magic box

I had a dream I was watching a game show... it was called "What I did while in the waiting room..." The hosts or questioners were prostitutes and they would ask questions to the men on what they were thinking/doing while waiting for their turn. Kind of odd....

Then I had a dream I was supposed to go to another?? dimension.. I was thinking.. noooo that isn't possible, but then I realized if I thought that... then it for sure wouldn't be possible. This old man (long white hair etc.) said.... just get in the box... think of being there, feel like you are there. At that moment I could feel my legs tingling, less tingle and more vibratey... like I had a bunch of bees buzzing on my legs. I told him because I was excited.. then I get the kind of high feeling and then poof... I was in another dimension... I was back in time (or not), but there was a castle and horses and so on. Before I was in the other dimension he told me what my purpose was... can't remember now.

men, men and men

Maybe because it is spring??

Each night I have dream and it includes a guy... new guy each time... completely different look to each one and different style of person. And I don't know any of them.... all new faces...

one i was at a carnival .... visiting one of the workers in his trailer - kissed him (really felt like I was there).. dark short brown hair

another I was moving in to a very large loft with these women (very cool large loft)... and my?? guy was there... kind of a surfer type

another?? not sure of the circumstances... tall, black hair, almost shaved head etc...

another.. a guy in a stocking cap... youngish, large nose...

in each of these, they were my boyfriend type...  all pleasant dreams...

red rain

I have had misc. dreams but they are *poof* gone when I wake up....

Last night was dreaming me and some people were all packing up to leave. The land was going to be destroyed some how and we were heading for some islands. One woman was yelling saying that if we go to the islands we will be stuck due to limited resources and we should find another mainland to go to. I was packing my things and ... seems a lot of people were gone. I was taking care of the last minute items while others were moving. Outside it was raining tiny red gravel and it was very dusty. A guy came in to see if I needed help. He was nice but I told him to go help that lady... she needed it more. Then I saw people driving up to the house/building.... Some older guy wanted lumber. I had never worked the lumber area and looked at the others to see if this was ok.. they nodded 'go for it.' So I went to go help the guy but then something else happened or someone else took over.. as much as it was a catastrophic type dream, it kept feeling nice... people helping each other and looking out for each other.

photos, wedding, new office....

First a friend of mine was going to be taking photos in the city. I was there before he was and it had just rained, was all shiny and there were lots of buildings with windows and reflective surfaces, sparkling lights etc. I was excited for him because he likes this kind of photography and he would have so many good shots and I knew that they would be good.

* * *

I was getting ready for a friend's wedding. She had about 3 of us in it and her sister (the maid of honor) was going to be late. We all flew in to the country where she was getting married, so we were all in a festive fun mood. I was trying on the special slips that went under the dress, but the one I ordered was too big, so I needed to get another. I was a little worried because I wasn't sure where to find this kind of slip in this country with so little time left. We were all in a cab headed for where the bride was staying. They were having coffee in the kitchen and I remember a red toaster. She was in very good spirits. She had a strapless dress, in cream silk, that criss crossed at the bodice and then was somewhat full below with various folds.

* * *

I was back with an old company I used to work for. It started out that we were doing an event in a tropical country, but then it was that we were opening a new office there. I was in a huge suite at a very nice hotel. I was gone for a couple of days, and when I came back, all of these young kids (highschool to just in college) were in the place and had made a huge mess. They had heard it was going to be empty, so broke in. They had food all over the ground trailing to a back room in the suite. They all got up and started leaving... I said listen.. I don't have a job (reality popping in my dream), so it is not like I can afford this mess you created. Then I looked over at the liquor cabinet. It looked like a large nice china cabinet, glass encased, but bottles of very expensive liquor. They had opened most of the bottles and some were down to half empty. I would be charged for this too. Ugh...I grabbed one of them and said .. Give me your phone number! She was youngish, with long brown straight hair. She was scared and almost to tears. She gave me a number and then I said .. Now I'm going to test it. She looked even more scared... as if she gave me a false number. No one answered. Then I asked for her information. I let her know she wasn't going to get in trouble, I just needed someone to be witness that someone had broken in and that I wasn't responsible for the mess.  Then I realized the office was meeting in my room that morning. I started calling for a maid, but then I see someone else did and the suite was filled with workers, desks and so on. It felt awful. Being stuck with the pushy manage, the yes men office people, the ..... rest of the office types.  I so didn't fit. It was so much work to be around these people, that it took focus off of my work. I had to go for something outside of the room with some others. A class or a retreat or an errand?? We drove around the island. We were looking out over the edge of the road. It was pretty there, but we weren't going to be able to enjoy any of it. We had deadlines to meet, suits to wear, masks to put on for clients. Why did they all look like they were enjoying themselves? Like why would you want to go down to the water?  Isn't it great being a XX executive? We had to go back to the main office and we were wondering how. I knew it was going back half way around the island, but with the many people not being able to listen. We didn't get far...

movie, spaceship, flying late

Catching up.....
___________
I was walking to a movie. Others seemed to be too. I then was walking or riding a bicycle and a guy that I knew was next to me. He had dark short wavy hair and seemed funny and I liked him. On the walk I find out he likes me too. We go to the movie together and sit together, then the movie is over. As we walk out I get this urgency feeling. I need to go get this bag. It is in the lobby. Something feels sneaky about it. I either don't want anyone to know what I'm doing because I'm afraid they will take the contents, ask me questions about it, or maybe what I'm doing is wrong. I'm not sure. This bag ends up being a big plastic bag and it is between racks of resale clothing. I dig through it and see baseball cards. I think... Jack will like these, I will save them for Jack. I know there is something worth something in the bag, but never find out what it is because I am in such a rush and still trying to hide it at the same time. I think realize I left my black wool coat somewhere. I'm a little frantic because it has all of my money in it as well as my passport, keys and phone. At that point I'm more worried about how I will contact that guy again than I am the money or the keys. An old black man that is the janitor/security guy at the theater asks me if he can help. He finds my coat and I'm relieved, but then anxious again. Not for what I have but for my actions. I feel bad with my secrecy and this bag I'm holding. And that I almost lost something important (this guy I liked), due to this need for the bag.

* * *
I'm riding in a spaceship. There is a captain (an attractive strong black woman dressed in almost late 80s business attire) and her side guy. A tall young thin fella who is a little quirky but nice. We are flying fast over the earth (but close over the earth). Either through floor screens or maybe the floor is translucent in places, we can see the ground skimming fast below us. The captain has to leave and wants me to take over the "driving." I am new and need to get used to this. You fly it partly by hand control, but otherwise by clearing your mind and letting it flow. You sort of think of where you are going, but kind of as hard as you have to think when you are jogging, you just do it. We start flying over Holland... I just miss hitting some windmills (the modern kind that are very tall) and I'm feeling a little uneasy about my flying skills... Then we fly over Denmark (lots of water etc.) Then there is a large city with a low center. Kind of a park in the middle of the city, but it has a stadium, museums etc. with large flat green areas inbetween. The people are all gathering. I am not sure if something good is happening or something bad. We hover there for a bit and then we fly again. I'm told we are seeking out a the white dragon. In my mind of course I'm thinking... for real? you kidding?  but I know they mean it.

* * *
I am out with a friend. We are driving around. I think we are meeting friends for cocktails or something. Then we are at some sort of convention at a hotel. I have a boyfriend. A larger fella with short dark hair, casual business type attire. I really like him and visa versa. He is driving me now and we are in a flashy futuristic car. I think we are looking for some food to eat. Then my girlfriend and I are in a fast food place. I say I really want mexican food and she says.... hello! we are in taco bell!  I say.... Ohh... yeah.. but I want a mexi-pizza.... which in the dream is at some other fast food joint. They are ordering and I can't decide what I want. I say... you know, my problem is I don't eat and then wait until I'm really hungry and then can't make a decision or make poor decisions. Then all of a sudden I need to get to the airport. My boyfriend is someplace else and he bought me a ticket that leaves in two hours. The problem is, my suitcase is at my friend Penny's which is 30 minutes away. I say I really don't need the clothes, but I want my toiletries at least. We rush around, not sure if I really get the suitcase or toiletries but then I'm outside the nice hotel again. I'm anxious to go to the airport, but then a woman drives up with a white airplane. It is small, old-fashioned, yet modern. It is as if they took an old Bugatti and fashioned it into an airplane (really cute). An old man says he can fly me and not to worry so much about time. We'll get there faster without all of the check-in/security/etc. routine.  He is a nice old man and feels father or grandfather like. I relax.

circus queen

I was in some strange place. I felt like I was just finishing up with some biz related conference, but it had a circus feel and they were starting to tear down the tents. They were blow up tents and we walked on two tone blue blow up fields. The rows of the fields were alternating tubes of light and dark blue. I was walking towards one yellow tent that was still up and had lights on. When I went in, it was more like a circus and they were having a joust or mini ?? team fight of sorts. I was on one team and it felt kind of light, I had no fear and it was easy. I ended up killing the other team's queen or it was our's, I'm not sure. I was worried at first that everyone would be mad at me, but they all cheered me and I was the next queen.

little restaurant

I was getting flea bomb for my house. I went to one store... it was closing, then the next, it was closing. Then went to the last store to see if they had a flea bomb. I didn't see anything I was familiar with on this wall of dog shampoos etc. This girl I was with said Oh.. I always use this one. She was a coworker, nice friendly, and dressed in navy. I said I wasn't sure that was flea bomb... I'm used to the little can. Then a clerk came over and asked what I needed. I said... well, my dog is not at my place, so I thought it would be a good time to bomb the house. He said this is what we have... and showed me two options, and then said but I prefer this one. And he showed me this spray bottle that he would spray over something else that would make a mist. He said it is also better for the environment and the dog. I said I would take it. All of my friends were behind me either sitting or? It was almost like we were at a bar now. I went to the counter to pay. The clerk had reddish hair, a beard, a little scruffy, like a young urban hippy. He was very nice and laid back. He told me $6 something an I handed him some money. I saw that I accidentally gave him a $2 bill I wanted to keep and asked for it back politely and he said.. here ya go, and you might want to keep these too. He handed over a couple of slips of special paper. I forgot I had had them and had ignored them. I read the one saying it was a contest with the ability to win $100. I thought.. you are right... I'll keep these, thanks!... Then I read the next slip and it said I won $1. And I thought that was kind of a nice surprise. Then he said... oh and this one and he handed me another slip and I had one $500.  I was so happy about the nice surprise I got up on a stool so I could lean over the counter and kissed him and screamed to the whole room.  Later I was home and writing an email to a friend from DC. I was sitting on the floor with my laptop and it had a webcam. I started writing but then realized I needed to delete the auto pic it took because I had nothing on and he could see everything. When I double clicked it sent the mail. UGH. I went to see if it really sent... and then I immediately sent him an email apologizing and saying that it was an accident.. He said no worries and that was that. It didn't have to be a big deal.

Next dream
I was with some people and looked at this place.. it was all near the same area as the previous dream. This guy was saying this little restaurant was for sale. It was a little place I had always liked. It was tiny, with a little bar and in an older building. Actually most of it was bar with seating around the edges, but it seemed to always be packed. I ended up buying the place. I was a little nervous because of the risk. It was 15k, a great deal, so I thought... I should really give it a try. I came over to it although the deal wasn't formally closed yet. This friend of mine, old south american man (not a real guy in my life, but always someone I respected), was showing me the place. He walked me in... I looked around and then thought.. I should really stay outside until it is closed. I went out and there was a swimming pool. I sat at a table with my friend and talked. Maybe about that I was nervous, maybe him telling me things... It felt comforting what ever it was. Then I saw a guy walking up the way. He was a guy I had sat next to in 6th grade. I had a crush on him back then. He looked really old now and balding. I thought that I would get in the water and he could talk to my friend. I hadn't seen him since junior high. I was in the water along with a vw bug.. although it seemed to be more of a blow up car, but I guess it was mine and I wanted to hold on to it. They continued to talk and I was hoping he would recognize me or say something, but he didn't. I finally got out of the water and said hello, he still just wanted to talk to my friend. So I got dressed and finally my friend and I went into the restaurant. It was about to close and people were leaving. I guess they normally closed at 11p.m. As people trickled out I looked at the bar and equipment and immediately started thinking of what I would change... Do I want to get rid of the blended drinks so these old blenders are not taking up space... or are these some of the clients' favorites? I would have to see. I was excited to find out though. I saw some of the dishwasher's leave, and then an asian lady come to do the night cleaning. I went to put my things in a back room and thought I should change clothes to not get dirty, but all of my things felt tight. I hung them in this ?? not used closet that was really dirty and had a bag of chocolates. Was this why the clothes were tight? Then my friend came and said.. come see your kitchen and the back room, but don't hit your head, the ceilings are low. I said I should be fine... and with the restaurant too.. it has made it this long... and then he gave me a look of... don't be so sure... He was then in chefs clothes and I realized he had worked there and really knew the business. I was about to get mad at him and then he motioned for me to see the staff. The bar man that was sweet but probably couldn't get a job anywhere else, the little old chinese cleaning lady, the guys in the back... I could feel what he was saying with his hands. You are not taking on this business to make money, you are taking on this business to take care of this family here that started in this place. I then felt ashamed of myself for thinking of the the amount of $ .. Like $ would do anything for me, for my life... it was keeping these people together and safe that was more important.

baby cocoon

 I was in a home with these people I didn't know, but in a way they were my family. There was a baby and they had him in a box. I went to pick him up... it was like he was a hmm I don't know how I got this idea, but he was in a garment/blanket that was like a bag.. but had hmm think of a flower that droops.. so the stem is at the top of the flower.. and then flower hangs down... so he was in something like that.... opened the garment and he was saying too light.. I could see him wince every time some light got on him and so I covered him back up. He was a moth baby (not sure where that came from but it was in the dream).  I think moth's generally like light. ;)  So I asked him if he wanted to be hung (by the top of the bag thing he was in)... I did it for a while.. then he started talking and talking. We went over to a quiet place (HUGE house) and it was up some stairs but we could look down into a big white room. There was a lecture going on about some large art pieces in the room. I can't remember what they looked like now. The boy and I just kept having  a nice time (no longer a baby... he was small but could talk). I was thinking about him and wondered how he was doing now that he didn't have his cocoon around him. He seemed fine. We left that place and back to the main house. The family reminded me to get my boxes (I guess I received a present and it was in the boxes). I think I liked the boxes better than the present. They were black wood and very nice. So the boy and I kept talking. He was intelligent and I was thinking we had a special bond. He didn't open up to his family like this or anyone else and I enjoyed his company too. It was that feeling when you are totally comfortable around someone. 

a house

I was in a store with my exbf michael. I owed him some money or something. It was uncomfortable to be around him. He didn't want to be around me and didn't like me. He was picking out something I could buy him to replace the money I owed him. He was looking at a watch and then this special golfing glove. I only owed him about 20 and this would all cost 45 to 50. I wanted to say no due to the price, but then I felt cheap.

Then I am in a place and moving and packing. I was stuffing foam and bubble wrap in a bag to throw away, but then decided I might need it for packing. Then a friend stopped by (he is in Hamburg, but was living in portland). He was asking what was up and I told him moving. He had his computer and I think wanted to use my internet. I just wanted to get on with packing...
Then in this same house, I worked there. I would let these old ladies in for seminar type things. There were also children playing in the backyard. They ladies would come in and sit around the couch. I ordered catering and this horrible food came. It was all kind of blah and brown and white. I helped one old lady sit down and she scolded me for not helping her in the door last time. She said you just opened the door and left. I apologized, but also remembered it was a day when the phones were ringing off the hook. Someone else backed me on my story.

Then I was having a garage sale of sorts. First I was going through my closet and realized I had a lot of clothes I had forgot about and not even worn. One was a kelly green dress with black ribbon accents, the a yellow and white dress that was kind of fluffy and cute, and on and on... all seeming from the 50s or 40s, but new (anthropologie like)... I was kind of excited, like finding treasures. Then we were also selling things. Kind of having an indoor garage sale, but then later it felt like just moving stuff out of the house to clean or paint. People were walking through the house and this guy (looked like colin firth, but was dressed kind of young artsy). I saw him and thought he was cute, but I knew we were not each other's types. Not sure why I thought this. Maybe a gut reaction because if he was cute, it would be better if I thought we were not each other's types to save me the trouble of getting rejected. He walked through the house, finding nothing interesting and then left. I continued putting things out on the front lawn with my dad (who in my dream was homer simpson). Then Colin came walking back on his way back. He looked right to my eyes and tried to make eye contact and I looked away and then back up and then away. I walked in the house. The attention was too much for me to know what to do with. I started packing up other things and two boys (family friends or neighbor boys) came running in. He asked us to ask you if you would like to go to dinner. I was so excited and happy as well as making fun that he didn't ask me himself. Then I wrote on a paper yes. For some reason I couldn't write well, but I didn't care. So then we are together, this Colin person and I. We are happy, kissing, driving around and so on. At one point I'm driving this odd car and something happens, he is leaning to one side making it tilt or?? but the car gets dented up and I'm not happy about it.

Then I'm in a class, lots of people . art type class. We all really like each other and enjoy the class. We are supposed to take a test, and I am excited to take it. But everyone has a test but me. I find the instructor and they ask around for one, but can't find one. There is a huge copy machine and Im thinking.. can't you just copy someone else's test? But I figure she has a reason and her own solution, so let her wonder around and think of one. She finally decides that I should do the test with someone. She tells the story and asks who can take the test with me (mind you in this classroom, there are no desks, no chairs. Half the room is supplies, easels, large counter, piles of paper and so on... the rest, we are all sitting on the floor.  She is still asking around to people if someone could share a test with me. In the mean time I see this native american type girl that is also a teacher. I see Pattumma (my brother's wife) and she is the one that gave Pattumma a test and is getting her a job. She passed (she recently took a test). Then the first lady is talking to some immagrants from? they are black but speak some type of island language. They are telling a story.. showing the birth of a baby and then the little girl continues the story. She starts talking in a strong, very low voiced new zealand accent on how she was ugly and always wanted to commit suicide because she didn't fit in, she wasn't pretty and so on... then the mother is trying to tell the story but her in native language, she is crying because she is so happy about her daughter.. she was in a disco and found music.. and it made her daughter so happy she was dancing adn dancing and pretty didn't matter anymore.. and it was silly to want to die when she could have this

houses

First I was walking along a construction site. It was in the street, but I was part of the project somehow. I was walking over some boards in business attire. I knew the workers somewhat and I was on my way to do or look for something. It was night... people were waiting for me. I was then walking to a holiday house. An old friend of mine was going with me. The house was rented to someone else, but we wanted to use the jacuzzi before they came. We were too late. We arrived and they arrived soon after. We apologized, but they were fine with us. Then someone delivered a musical instrument to the house. My mom had it and said.. I wonder why she (my grandma) gave it to ??? So my mom was fixing it up. It was a box andwhen you lift the lid, the instrument's back was the lid top. It looked like a cross between a ukulele and a violin. You played the instrument with a bow, but by strumming or hitting the strings with it as well as your fingers. She was also sorting out some pie. Part cherry pie with a perfect crust and part?? I helped her because I wanted to make sure none of the other dessert got on the crust. It was just too perfect and pretty. Then I was upstairs in a house. A guy friend of mine from Argentina was there. He had a headset on and had an appointment with a client. He was some sort of consultant/counselor. He was in his underwear, being sweet but also letting me know I had to be quiet due to the appointment.  A boy came in and told us something. He was a little brother of sorts. He said the tea was ready or something. So I went into the other room and an older smart looking woman came in delivering our tea. She didn't feel like a servant, but she was serving. Then I moved a teabag in one cup, so that a cat could drink the tea.

Indian man, new apartment

From yesterday


I dreamt I was in a cab. I had just paid the man but then dropped a pendant in the back seat. I was reaching down for it and in the mean time found lots of change and kept handing it to the man feeling like.. aren't you excited? look at all this money you didn't know you had.... He thought it was odd I was taking the time to do this. Then I left the cab and I was in a house laying on a couch covered with a blanket half awake. In the dream I was thought I was feeling the back of the couch against my legs and back but I was half-wishing it was this Indian man behind me. Then it was and I wasn't wishing it so much anymore. Kind of a 'careful of what you wish for' feeling. He was behind me adn being sweet and cuddly, but I wanted to get away, but had to be nice back. His son, a teen of about 17, came in and was talking. I guess this man and I were in a relationship. Something about it felt secure, nice, I had nothing to worry about whatsoever. But it felt like I gave up my heart and self for a feeling of security. I was clothes-less at one point and I felt the guy I was really excited about was about to walk through the door. I wanted to do anything I could to detach myself from the current situation to be with him. I didn't care if we were poor, or in a disaster, I just wanted to be with him. 


I dreamt a friend of mine's twins. the girl, who is only two.. knew how to tell jokes and be witty...


I dreamt about a friend of mine in Denmark. I got a job there and he said, sorry.. I have a girlfriend. I didn't care either way and didn't know why he thought I did. I just said.. well good for you....


Then the dream went to me getting an apartment. I was in a new place and wasn't sure of my finances at the moment, so I got a very cheap place. The walls were all unfinished. They were like brown paper with a bunch of nails or tack points sticking out from the walls. The floors were somewhat wooden but in other places like the walls with tacks or nails poking out. I was thinking, I need to get my money back.. this place is in shambles... but then the floor was smooth wood again and the walls didn't bother me so much. And the place was really huge and a great layout. I started dancing all over the floor in a full skirt that swung around when I would spin while ghost dancing with someone. I was thinking I should really have a party before I get furniture. It felt so open and nice. Then I walked into the next room and it was huge and beautiful. Dark wood doors and moldings, wood floors, large built in closet and two bathrooms. Then I had a roommate and realized penny was my roommate while I was in the first room and Kirsten was my roommate when I was in the second.

bits and pieces

This was actually two nights ago...

Event at a place. I was running it sort of.

Someone mentioned too the cleaning lady that she wasn't so grumpy. And she said that she is grumpy during the week but not on the weekend

Girl from class was the ? model at the event. She put on glittery powder all over to get ready.

repeating the dream

Night before:
I dreamt the other night that something was coming to end the world. Like we knew we were going to die, it was only time..... A friend of mine was going on a special mission.... he thought ... to try out an ?? antidote...like something that would keep us alive. I went up to him and his wife, she was giving him snacks. He was going to fly out in this black ball thing. And I said.. you know.. this isn't an antidote, they are giving you a drug to see if it will help you die easier without pain.... He just looked at me like... don't tell me this!  My brother was there too.. not sure of his role.

Tonight
I dreamt I saw an old bf from hmm little under 20 years ago. But we were good friends. We were walking and talking in a park in Portland. It was nice to see him etc.. but then he was wanting to be physical. He is married. It made me feel like then he had no respect for me... or his wife and so I wanted him to go. Then I was walking with my brother and just started to tell him the dream I had in the previous post, but then I saw my friends Kirk and Hong who were in the dream too... so I waved them over and was telling him the dream. I said the antidote funny by accident (with a southern accent almost) and then corrected myself. His friend said no harm in funny pronunciations... then I continued telling the dream and Kirk, again was upset hearing it.  

tiny doors

 there was a part before this, I think it involved getting from one place to another by car or?? A blond friend of mine that lives in Australia (but Dutch) was in it... helping me or asking me to go with him? I just remember his curly blond longish hair. ;)

I'm with some coworkers. We are on the way to a ? convention or the airport or something and we end up driving through this old apartment complex. I said.. Oh I know where we are! It was a place I had lived before. I saw lots of men outside walking their little dogs. I was telling my coworkers all about the place saying how it is one of the few places that are pet friendly, one of the men heard me and said.. "ooooh... isn't it greeeat??? I just looove this place."  I smiled and agreed, but then was telling my coworkers how nice the place used to be. It was beautiful. It was built by the architect to be part of the area, which before was an evergreen forest. There were trees all through it, wetlands around it and so on. Everything used to be lush and green and the apartments were short and tall towers to have the feel of the trees. It was so sad to see that it hadn't been taken care of by the right people. I also told them about this trail a friend of mine and I used to take (which was actually a memory from another dream).  Then at some point I got out and went through an opening and I was in this other house... that I used to live in. It was a mansion type house (side note:  It is interesting for me.. I have my highschool, my house I grew up in and this mansion house in my dreams often... all places I felt uncomfortable or restricted) ... anyhoo....
so I go in this house and there is a party that is about to happen, it feels like people are preparing etc. It is more of a summer bbq that feels like a bridal shower, than a party party. I live there too... and we are also moving. I'm trying to sort my things but the people coming in and saying hello and hugs are making it so I can't get it done. I go in the dining room and close the door.. partly for quiet and partly so the people coming in don't get the white carpet dirty... so we don't have to clean it again before the move. I go back to packing my things.. a couple of people come in.. nice ones.. checking on me. I see one of the roommates of the house. She is? a bit of a frazzled person, addictive type, always seems out of it, a little dim, gets with the wrong guys and so on. She is getting her stuff together too. She wants me to see something in her room and I tell her in a minute. Another friend goes with her.  I am looking really quick for some photo that I wanted to give her. It would mean something to her, a handy parting gift.. and it meant nothing to me. I think I find it.. or not. I go upstairs... I look at the bathrooms for some reason. There are three large bathrooms. One is just a giant room with a shower head and a bench and sink etc. The other has a huge jacuzzi tub .. anyhoo, they are all nice and big and made me think.. why would they do this and have them all so close together?  So I go to her room. The door is tiny. Like you would have to lay on your side.. and wiggle in to get through it tiny. I tell her.. you know.. I just can't go through one more of those doors today. I'm tired, and it is exhausting. Just thinking about it now makes me feel tired and constricted and claustrophobic. A lot of work to get somewhere I don't want to be. She is rambling on half out of it ... about her packing, getting things done.. and then she said.. Oh I wanted to ask you.... and she walked over to some colored glass tiles that were on the wall (projecting from the wall, not cemented to it). She had taken some off for herself and put them around her neck. She said.. I was thinking... like when I wanted to go to the clubs and there is a long line... I could use these to get in. Do you think it would work? Like instead of money?   .... I looked at her  and thought.. just humor her. I said .. maybe.. but really, you just need to go to the front of the line and flirt (she was really pretty), a friend of mine did this in ny all the time and she got in....

comic movie and sandra bullock

So I'm in a room with these two guys and one is the creator of some ?film or comic book. He is needing help drawing large versions of his characters because the local mall is going to have them in the middle 'aisle' on the floor, He has this big big guy in there doing the drawings. He looks kind of lacking in the brain department, but he ends up turning out great drawings and fast. The only problem is that he drew the duck character with the fuzzy hat with a load full of machine guns and he did the same with the other characters. The other guy is so stressed the he is checked out and he just says it will be fine. The big guy is walking over and I look at the author fella and he has a big squish of mucas on his face... I'm not sure what to tell him, but just as I might, the big guy comes over and he has a comic book version of a really fat yellow with brown spots slug (so of course it is cute with big eyes and eyelashes) on his face in the same spot. So I tell him he has something on his face instead.. which in turn he tells the other guy that he has something on his face and I'm freed of the responsibility. We go outside and the author says...ok.. we're meeting at Q bar. I'm racking my brain... one, didn't know we were going to go out, and two where is Q bar/grill/??  Then it came to me... oh yeah.. that place.... over there... so I got in my car ...

---

I was in Sandra Bullock's apartment. I may have just woken up and was there for some reason. She had a roommate, David Carradine. Sandra was very full of energy and a little all over the place (which I learned in my dream was normal). It kind of made it hard to communicate with her, although you did know some communication was happening, even if you didn't get the eye contact and her mind was on 500 things at the same time. I had on a bathrobe and some platform flip flops and she wanted to do karate. She was bouncing up and down landing in different poses, high on coffee... I was groggy, stumbling in my platforms and getting my legs tangled in my robe and said 'ok.'   I tried and I said.."I just need to take these flip flops off.. I think they are hindering my movement." Then I looked over at her feet and she had flip flops on... although not as platformy. I blocked a move, but she was moving so fast I just decided the 'on fire' technique was best so I stopped dropped and rolled. I was all wrapped up in my robe now up against the side of the sofa and was having a hard time getting up. She had moved on to something else and was in the kitchen with David. He was in a robe like me. He was calmly cooking breakfast and talking nicely to me as if Sandra wasn't there. He was talking about how active (in the head) she is and so on and that you really had to focus to talk to her. Sandra's head was completely in the cupboard andb was scramling for these little white things and rambling on about something to see. She threw on out on the counter. It looked like a plastic ? well a white tiny flat plastic rectangle a little wider than a thumb. There was sharpi markings on it and they were titles of a movie or something. So I guess they were litte dvd type things. I was trying to read them and was saying .. sure.. I could watch while having a conversation to them about Kung Fu and did they used to watch it as kids. Sandra was saying.... oh that was probably too new for us (inferring that they were older and were into different things).. I said.. nooooooo I know you have seen it .. it has that guy in it... Daniel? David?  Carradine?? (in my dream David wasn't David).  Although he looked and smiled...

hot air balloon and long dining table...

First I was with an Italian friend of mine. There was a hot air balloon and we needed to use it for some reason. My friend was not very happy about this because he either didn't like the fire contraption in the balloon, or heights ... or both.We both got in and made sure everything was secure and then went up... if I'm remembering right, it was very nice.

...

Fell back asleep. I was arriving at a friend's house (but at the same time it was a French friend of mine's family's house)... So I met the brother's ... who were initially my French friend's brothers and I was in awe of how lack luster and untalented they were in comparison to their brother, but then they turned into my friend's brothers and sister and they were intelligent and caring. I was looking around my friend's home (who is Dutch ...I just need to throw in a Polish person and we have a joke). It was very "Dutch," well.. as far as the furniture went. Very clean lines, light wood and so on. He had a kitchen that took up one full wall of the main living area with windows all around. I guess imagine a large just off being square room. There were windows along every wall, one wall was kitchen with a large table or island in front of it and pots and things hanging from the ceiling.. the far left part of that wall was for a little nook that stuck out a bit from the off-square, then he seemed to have lots of chairs. About 20 were stacked up on top of a table. They were a blond wood and matched a looooong skinny table at the right end of the kitchen that ran along the wall perpendicular to it. It was only wide enough to have maybe two plates across... but not too large of plates. Most likely people would have had to have sat zigzagged down the table and no serving platters allowed. There was a fire place just down from the end of the table making it to the corner of the next wall of the off-square.. (making that the front of the house.. with maybe a couch etc.... and a rug... and a porch....

The brothers and sisters came right down to talking to me while their brother (now my Dutch friend) cooked. They pointed out the window past the dining table... see over there?  Yes... I saw many people milling about... maybe 2-3 guys.. the rest were women. They said.... we are worried about him (Dutch friend)... he spends a lot of nights drinking and it is because of those two mainly... and they pointed to two red headed women. One actually looked like trouble, but the kind you could avoid because it was blatant... the other was an innocent beautiful, but she had something powerful about her... they said that was the main one that was causing their worrying. She had a hook on him and was keeping him from himself..  I decided to get away from the gossip.. there wasn't anything I could do about it and thought I should probably keep my nose out. I had my little dog (I used to have) with me.. we were walking along the water behind his house (he lived on the ocean/sea/?), we walked past the docks/boats and then there was one place that still had a little sandy beach left (the tide was in). I was excited to take my dog (Sophie) down to the water ... she ran and jumped in immediately. It was really deep and clear right there...I saw her swimming so felt ok... but then I saw her sink... I ran to go dive in, but then she turned and looked right at me.. kind of floating mid-water almost saying... I'm ok... just wait... I'll float back up to the top in time.

hill of lights and driving

First... I woke up saying... "thanks new skin stuff"... hmm

My last dream, I about to drive a small truck home in the snow. It was evening and I was near the outskirts of a town. A place maybe where they had started building homes in the 80s for a new suburb that didn't quite take off and they were now just starting to prep for building again. I was driving down where they had new streets, curbs and street lamps, but the rest of it was yellow grass and frozen dirt. I tried the truck... it started and then sputtered and died. I thought maybe I just didn't do it right, tried again, this time it didn't even turn over... tried again while it was rolling and it started (thank god... nothing like being stuck in the middle of the road at night in an empty neighborhood). I was driving along and now I might be getting sections mixed. I stopped at this ?? outdoor/indoor cement warehouse thing. There were two women there and I guess I had come to volunteer. They were moving precious rocks. Either someone died or they found them?? and they were going to sell them to raise money for their nonprofit. Some of the rocks/stones where a deep emerald green, another looked like lemon meringue pie... (then it ended up being lemon meringue pie)...

Then at some point I was in the truck again, I was driving around the empty neighborhood and then up a hill and then... aaaaah.. it was really pretty... all of these pretty homes with pretty lights. At first there were some trailers, an empty lot, a poorly built home... couple more empty lots but then as you went up the hill you saw the neighborhood that was initially intended. In my dream some guy that owned most of the property liked me and wanted me to buy there. I thought it was funny that I would be buying a home here... my friend Matt "loved" it and I had wanted to live where he bought.. but you just never know...