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Shopping, Candy, Police, Tickets, Car, friends

think I slept better than I have in a while? I could NOT get up this morning. So why then can I remember so many dreams…?

I was driving down this ridiculously wide road with 5 or 6 lanes in a relatively quiet suburban area. Then I did it again in what I assume was the 2nd or 3rd day consecutively. This time around I turned late into the turn lane to take a right at the light and as I started driving down the 2 lane-on-either-side road, I get lit up and pulled over. I’m very nervous since I’ve never ever been pulled over before. Cop comes up to the window and tells me that I’ve been pulled over for my back right brake light being out. I remember diving into my work bag for my license with extra exuberance. He looks around my messy car and asks me to step out. I do and he shows me my brake light which is indeed out. I am annoyed and incredulous because I recently replaced them myself, with gloves this time, so why is it out again??? He starts writing me up a ticket for it and I’m annoyed by that because it wasn’t a warning, but a ticket. In the mean time I admire his car because it’s so cool. He’s a nice guy other than the ticket part. We’re about to leave when he suddenly asks me to open up my hood. My car was sounding funny. He looks under it and uses his phone to help determine what’s wrong with the 6 valves I have (I only have a 4, fyi). Turns out, he shows me, that one of them is at -500 and I’m blown away because that explains why my car hasn’t been operating as strongly as it used to. Then I get worried because that 1) means my engine is busted and I need to go back to Subaru and wow engine work is going to be expensive, and 2) emission is out of whack and lo and behold, he’s whipped out his ticket book again. DAMN IT ALL. The first ticket was already $400 and now he’s given me 2 more! I have freaking 3 tickets plus repair. How can I possibly afford all of that? He’s writing me up and I’m standing around all miserable when I see another cop car had pulled over another car going the opposite way of traffic and it’s causing a major backup. Then as soon as that cop pulls away, some fools get into a crazy accident just as I am watching. I exclaim and tell my ticket-happy cop that it looks like he’s going to have his hands full after me. He looks up and is not happy.

Next dream sees me at a shopping center. I’m complaining to my brother and my boss about my 3 tickets and major car repair. I’m debating asking for more hours and am debating with my brother about just buying a new car instead of trying to fix mine because at this point it’s probably totaled. I think I’m supposed to be working at this outdoor retail location, but I’m not doing a good job with it. Then it’s time to go home but I putter around a bit, there’s some unknown about job positions, teleport portals, a girl. Now it’s dark and in the parking lot are lots of cars! Then, old friends, classmates and my family are there. We’re all supposed to meet up at a restaurant. My mom tells me to get in her car, another friend wants me to go with her, but I go with my coworker who then turns into a very old friend of mine. We giggle and rush around and get into a massive almost-limo-SUV (first, I open the door to some old lady’s car and apologize) trying to leave before anyone else realizes what we’re doing. Unfortunately for us–and especially for me–all of her friends find us and pile inside. I’m unhappy because I just wanted the two of us to catch up with each other, but then again, that’s how it always was before too (IRL we’ve lost touch with each other, our lives so different now). Oh well. We start driving the short distance away and now we’re in traffic. We get shot at by some grass-mounted, car-mounted, and truck-mounted gun devices. They’re tiny arrows, and different colored ping pong balls. When we get to the destination and park, I found that I have a dart in me. Everyone else is fine. They all leave and then I see my uncle show up and my family too.

We go inside, and now the world is different. I’m looking up some car ads, looking for possibly a used car to buy and save money. I hit upon an ad for a yellow, Nissan X-Terra Pro-4X. I go visit the townhouse and it turns out it’s a Frontier. I’m okay with that, but it’s not exactly what I’m looking for. Turns out, though, that they have 2 Doberman that they want to sell too. One of them is jumping all over me. Someone is talking to me. I think it’s my uncle, but I’m not paying any attention because I’m busy playing with the dog. Someone has cut its ears with scissors and I’m upset and really want to buy the dog. Unfortunately, the second one is cute too and I’m torn because I can’t afford 2 more dogs. They really like me. Because my uncle is there, I want very much to buy both in order to prevent him from getting either dog.

Now I’m driving up the opposite way on that large stretch of road from earlier. My family is with me and I’m bringing them to a shopping center. We’re going through a store and my mom has wandered off. I’m with my sister and we see some clearance stuff. There’s an earmuff that actually encloses your ears in the shape of a snowman head and I try it on because it’s super cute. Then I see French fry versions and some French fry slippers. The guy that’s standing there looking too, says he has the fry slippers and wouldn’t recommend them because they flop around. He tells me about the Willy Wonka store next door and I go there with my sister (I think it’s an outlet strip). I go down the nearest aisle and see a cool electronic game, candy dispenser. They let you demo it and I happen to win, causing candy balls to spill out the slot and onto the floor. I catch 2 and throw them into my mouth. Another lady comes over to look at it and tells me I must be a whizz to win so quickly like that. I say it’s totally beginner’s luck and go to the other side of the display. There is so much candy!!

Wow. What a night.


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Friends, car, enemy, priests, co-workers, animal, bathroom

I think I was in a movie where I was one of the stars or at least the main character group. We were on a special mission. The large squad was driving our armored cars on the route I take to work. It was summer. Just as we were turning at a light up a hill, a massive quadcopter chupped up above us all and the machine transformed so that we could see the 2 operators inside. It was the arch nemesis! The crazy lady! She broadcast her evil plan loudly and then laughed maniacally as the quadcopter flew away. Our mission was set! We all had to try and contain the infection she intended to spread all over the area. The entire team split up and raced off to their destinations to help cover more ground faster. I took my partner and me up the road just a little (it wasn’t a busy suburb anymore, but farm land) and turned down a dirt road where I knew a small rural settlement was. The chance was a bit smaller that she’d infect them, but I had to check because I was responsible for this particular zone. We ride up in our big SUV and it turns out that they were blissfully unaware and were having a festival. I assume it was for the Lunar New Year, given all the Asian stuff being sold there. Our vehicle was too large, but no one batted an eye, so we just “patrolled” like it was routine. As I suspected, there was no evidence of any infection, so we left.

Then, all of the sudden I was walking through a mall. It was getting dark and I was still doing my duty as protector of the area. Nothing really suspicious was going on, but I came upon a very small school-like operation where they were selling stuff as a fundraiser for their group. This group belonged to a friend of mine that I’d never met in person because he’s all the way on the other side of the country. I looked through their stuff and wow, they were really cute! Plushies and neato things, but the price tag was ridiculous. I know they were trying to spin a profit but doggone if I was going to pay $73.99 for a turtle plushie. I just smiled, pretending to consider, and then trying to distract them by asking what the guy was drawing.

Then I had to get up and let Gable out to the bathroom

Now I was in a neighborhood. It was sunny. I kept driving back and forth and back and forth and seeing a setup in front of a house about using corn ethanol as car fuel. The last time I drove by to go somewhere, there were 4 nuns with boxes asking for donations and demonstrating how to create baking soda out of almonds. It was getting dark and I happened to be walking by this time. The 4 nuns were now 4 priests, but not just any priests…dark priests. You knew they were dark because their cossacks were a deep purple. Each priest had an animal affiliation. Something bad happened and now I was in  building. There had been a murder or something atrocious and I was standing in front of the scene of the crime. With the lights on, the room wasn’t particularly exciting, just stone walls, some torches, stone floors, some wooden chairs. The priests seemed innocent, just doing their religious normal. We all left and stood in front of the room. Someone turned off the lights of the room to save energy and there was a group of 5 standing with me there. I had my headlamp on, because I guess I was an investigator? The 5 people were probably my coworkers, but where just shadowy, detail-less entities, except one of them who was my newest co-worker. She asked me if I noticed anything weird and how the investigation was going. I happened to look into the dark room with my headlamp shining and realized something crazy! I told E to look into the room with me (trying to shine around the others who were standing still and blocking the way) and when I moved my headlamp around, the light would reflect a shining purple on images on the stone wall. There was also a suspect lectern in the corner! The large shining image was that of a wolf-head!!! Gosh darn that was one of the priests’ affiliation animals!!! They flipped the light back on and restarted the investigation, closing the door this time. I suspected that there would be more murders in each of the priests’ respective ritual chambers.

But for now, I needed to go pee, so I opened the door and closed it behind me. There on the floor was either a sloth or some such animal crawling on the floor. It snagged it’s claw on my foot which hurt a lot, but it was just a cute animal. Unbeknownst to me, it was one of the priests in animal form… I popped into the bathroom and sat down and peed on the toilet (I hate bathroom dreams). As I was going, I see the claw of the animal reaching under the door and trying to lift the door up. Now I was getting freaked out, but I couldn’t stop peeing! It squeezed it’s body under the door and reaching maliciously out towards me (still peeing). I FREAKED OUT, but couldn’t stop peeing. I was almost done, but it was also mostly in the small bathroom!! Finally I yelled for someone and someone opened the door just as I had jumped up off the toilet and trying to pull up my underwear. When the door was opened, the creature pretended to be innocent and harmless again.

–That’s when I jolted awake because I was late.

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Food, work, escape, Old suitor, drawings

It was one of those nights where I kept waking up, nervous about waking up on time.

I was at work and I was behind. Pretty far behind at that. The judges weren’t going to be lenient, so I tried to pick up the pace but the others had already taken all the best ingredients. I was making simple sandwiches but it was a gamble because it had to be good. One of my instructors was helping me because she felt badly for my misfortune. I ran around looking for the perfect meat and perfect toppings. The meat was good, so I set that on the grill with the muenster cheese and ran to look for the lettuce and the tomatoes. My gosh why were the tomatoes so hard! And expensive!!! I could not for the life of me find a good enough tomato in the produce department because they were all about 2mm thick and weird looking. Pre-sliced ones were $1.85 each. I was aghast at the price and a customer said it aloud. I ran back after finding a semi-good tomato (too squishy and small but I had to go with it) only to find that the greens I ordered were all stem and minimal leaf. I was out of time but at least the meat came out well. Down to wire, I put it all together and–

–Now I’m with a group of people running for it in the desert. We just had to escape the zombies! My family got left behind somewhere so I just hightailed it and ran for the safehouse evacuation point door. I was the first there. The attendant inside sitting at the folding table greeted me like normal and handed me a Tires Plus paper to fill out my information. It was an application for extraction. My info was already on it so I was good, but as I stood there waiting my family burst in breathless one by one. Then we all piled into a car so we could make the trip to Pennsylvania.

Some stuff about playing cello poorly.

One of my good friends was sent some inappropriate fan-drawings of herself (I guess she was famous?). She decided she wanted to catch the guy, so we tracked him down to a store. I had a deja vu feeling, so I told her I’d handle it, knowing that this was actually a trap to abduct her. In my mind I already saw what would happen, which was that in the back of the shop somewhere, he’d drag her away, kidnap and assault her because he was obsessed with her. I had her stay near the entrance of the store while I looked for him. The worst part, was I knew him. He was one of my old suitors. I looked and tracked through the maze of the store, finding the backrooms and passing customers along the way. Eventually, I found him. He was inside of a dressing room, one of the ones that are closed with a full door and no gaps above or below. I approach him and he closes the door behind me. I’m berating him, like, what are you doing? He just smiles at me. I snatch up the notebook that he has and turn to the most well-worn page: one of the ones he sent to my friend, a pen drawing of her topless. I turn it and show it to him, asking, WHY? Really??? He just shrugs and smiles at me again. I start flipping through all of his drawings which are actually very good and not inappropriate, really, at all. Just the 2 or 3 of her. I say to him, I have to admit that these are very good. I’m marveling at how well he draws. I never knew that about him. His drawings tell a bit of a story about what he’d been going through, from overweight and flabby, to very fit and trim. He’d drawn himself, buff, had pictures in there to compare to. It all turned into a video scrapbook, flashback, blog, deal. The him now in the fitting room was normal. Not overly buff, but not fat either. Just healthy. We kind of just hung out there together. Then, all of the sudden, I was on my phone looking for porn of Sailor Chibi Moon.

…I don’t know and then I woke up to check the time.

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Bathroom, School, friend, video game

First Dream of 2019!

…of course it had to be bathroom dreams.

I really have to poop. I’m outside on the campus of a large workplace or school or institution. There are lots of other people out there. Right outside under the awning of an imposing building, I find my toilet. My toilet. The one I installed there. I set my fuzzy dog bed down on the ground, the one with all of my junk on it and prepare to poop on my toilet. It’s comfortable. It’s mine. It’s out in the open, just like everyone else’s. It’s not as extravagant or expensive as some, but it’s better than half of the commodes in the vicinity and with good location too! Under an awning! I’m getting a little nervous since there are so many other people on their toilets at the same time, but what can you do? I banter with a girl across the way, and give a verbal nod to Keanu Reeves chilling diagonally from me in his hot tub/commode. He smiles, completely relaxed and shifts in his warm tub. I wonder if he’s bathing or toileting, but then I’m done. The toilet paper stand seemed to have moved on its own, so I pick up my commode while sitting on it and movie it over a little until I can reach the TP. I’m concerned that I’ll break the plumbing, but it seems to be flexible and holding on just fine. To my irritation, the paper is extremely thin and cheap, so I get double and start wiping. Here comes the embarrassment again, knowing that everyone’s watching me, and of course since the paper is so cheapo, I sticks and breaks and gets all over my hands. Ugh. I hurry to move my stuff away and find a sink to wash, but my dog bed full of junk is too heavy to carry with one arm. I start throwing away the more worthless stuff (all of it is lacking in value, broken things) and finally can hoist the bed onto my head and shoulders, well aware that my hands are disgusting.

I make my way inside with an old college friend. The building is an Academy. A very old school that apparently we used to go to (very unfamiliar to me). We walk past the large reception area and see that the auditorium just let out. All we want to do is find a bathroom since now I need to pee really badly. With the efflux of students, the bathroom there is extremely full and there’s a line to use it. My friend said we should try the other bathrooms. I let her lead because this is all unfamiliar to me and she seemed to know where she was going. We wander this way and that, each bathroom full, going down hallways that just end suddenly and having to backtrack. Finally, we end up in a quad of sorts in the middle of the school with TWO bathrooms. I was like, YESSS. Unfortunately the previous bathroom lines had followed us. I set my dog bed down against the far wall next to a classroom that was fully green on the inside. By the time I get back to the bathrooms, the line has died down tremendously. We go into the one on the right side and right away I realize that these bathrooms are co-ed. It doesn’t bother me because I just needed to pee, like yesterday. The toilets in there are jammed in and very strange: everything is stainless steel. My friend ditches me for the right side of the bathroom, and leaves me with one of the stranger, reclining toilets. Once again, I put aside my bewilderedness so I can use it. Suddenly my one reclining toilet turned into 3 side by side like a roller coaster. There was a seat and these two leg flumes with running water. Effectively, you’d sit inside this running water. The sign in front of each seat said to pull down your pants and sit on it, because if you stand over it, the water won’t get warm. I was thinking about doing that, but darn it, I want that warmness. With a shrug, I turn to pull down my pants and sit in the water of the middle seat. On my left is a guy already sitting on his and the other units are full. Lo and behold, the water DOES get warm and quickly. I’m in the back row of the toilet units and in front of each column (there are 3 columns, each with about 3-4 rows) is a large TV screen. I see it’s a movie or footage of some ships shooting. The ships keeps dying though, so I grab onto the handles right in front of me and start hitting buttons. It works!!! I keep trying to tell everyone that it’s a video game, but no one wants to control it, so I do. I’m maneuvering, shooting and playing through the level and at that point everyone is enraptured with my playing. I’m sitting there, playing this arcade-like game and thinking, wow this is the best bathroom ever, with video game to play or watch as you do your thing, on a heated water toilet! I yell over at my brother on the far right column to join me as a 2P, but I don’t know if he hears me. I’m now onto a boss fight, trying to outmaneuver the missiles and rockets while attempting to hit the green square weakpoints of the large, massive robot. People are cheering me on and it’s so hard, I need a 2nd player.

Then suddenly it was over, and everyone gets up to leave. I finally find a sink and soap to wash my hands and go to retrieve my dog bed My friend and I walk up the narrow wooden staircase. She stops suddenly to pick up some pieces of wood from the staircase. I’m worried because the slats are coming apart, but she informed me that she placed them there and needed to take them home to build something. She makes her way out of the door where I’m waiting and I hoist my dog bed and off we go.

–Then I wake up because I’ve overslept an hour.

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Wheelchair, Sneaking around, Friend’s Husband, roommate, spaghetti and green beans

I was shopping in a store with my brother and it just so happened that I was sitting in a manual wheelchair. The wheelchair was not necessary, I could walk perfectly fine but for some reason I was having fun rolling around in it. More than likely I was just wanting to increase my arm strength, and maneuvering the wheelchair was bonus fun. Anyways, I soon realize how taboo it is to be in one when you don’t need one, so I quit pulling myself around with my legs (now working my leg muscles) and just focused on working it like I legitimately needed a wheelchair, playing it up with pitiful and morose demeanor. The public was adequately feeling sorry for me, so I bought what I wanted (it was the old MJ Designs store where I grew up) and told my brother I’d meet him at the car. I made sure to wheel myself out carefully but quickly. Thankfully we parked waaay in the back of the parking lot away from prying eyes. I opened the trunk, slowly stood up, using the car for support (just in case) and folded the chair away before carefully making my way into the car to wait. Then when we got back into the neighborhood (the old one where I grew up), I rode it all over the place again, except this time no one seemed to care and everyone else was on bikes, blades and other fun roll-y things.

Then there was a part where I was sneaking around the enemy temple at night. My teammates, or those that I cared about were scattered in there, needing to be rescued. Strange that this temple was so full of crap and flowing curtains set about in maze form. I’d find them here and there, all the while singing songs by Dalena. I was sneaking, but there were never any enemies, just the knowledge that I shouldn’t be in there.

My brain got tired of that (way too much Assassin’s Creed), and suddenly I’m in a room. There are two beds in it and various room furniture. It was nighttime too, and 3 or 4 people including me were in the room. We were having a relatively good time when it was time for 2 of them to leave. The one girl left, but the male still lay on one of the beds, lamenting that he didn’t want to go home. I didn’t think much about it until he solicited me to satisfy him. I’m like, HUH? What?! ME?! I’m a little flattered because no one would ever solicit me like that, but I’m more troubled than anything else. He’s begun to de-clothe, now in his underwear and seemingly in pain or just terribly desperate for some sexual stimulation. My body is seriously considering it, when I finally snap out of my brain fog. Unfortunately, I’m so flabbergasted and embarrassed I keep stumbling over my words. I look over for help from my roommate, but she has her head buried in her notes and homework and pointedly says, “I’m not interested in males.” Struggling to make some sense with my words, I berate him, “Your friend is my wife…I mean, MY friend is YOUR wife!!!” I keep mixing up the words and trying to tell him that he’s now married to my friend, my coworker. Why was he soliciting me? That’s something between him and her. His face falls with unspoken words and I get the implication somewhere along the line like, yes, he’s married to her, but she can’t satisfy him the way he wants and is sure that I can do a better job for him. He re-clothes, hangs his head and finally leaves.

I hop on my bed and turn to my roommate, lamenting and complaining about his audacity, and how he placed me in such an awkward position, and I don’t even know if I should tell my friend now about it. I pull up my bedclothes for emphasis, “And he wanted to defile MY BED with his infidelity!” She’s so over it at this point and settles in to her bed. It’s late and about time to sleep anyways. Right before I settle into my own, I notice her frustration, and am guilty for thinking only about me instead of paying attention to her too. So I ask what’s wrong with her. It’s her turn to lament and she spits out bitterly that she’s frustrated too, but her girlfriend didn’t want to satisfy her energy buildup. She kept complaining about how she didn’t get to run today because she was studying the whole time and now has excess sexual energy that needs draining.

I smile to myself. I’m still turned on from the little tizzy from before, so while she is repeating her grievances, I climb onto her bed, straddling her. Her eyes fly open wide and she stares at me in surprise, the unspoken wonder and question on her face. I’m into women, but you’re into men… her eyes say. She bites her lip in hesitancy, but not wanting to say no. It’s her turn to trip over words, but I ignore it all and bend my head to kiss her belly. Her frame is much smaller than mine and hidden under her clothing, so I try to judge landmarks from how her clothing sits on her body. Her head rolls back on her pillow and I try to kiss incrementally further south, while slowly worming my fingers under her jeans. She starts barking out orders like, “not to far up, don’t do this.” It’s impeding the mood, but I want to make her happy, so I oblige. I succeed in getting my fingers under the lip of her jeans, but she then stops me. She asks, breathlessly what I’m doing and say bluntly but irritatedly, “I’m trying to get your pants off, you know, how the romance novels all are the same?” Great. Smooth. Show off your romance arsenal that is from books. Real winner here. She just laughs instead of ridiculing me, though, and removes her belt and pants and underwear for me. I’m still fully clothed and part of me is sad that people just want me to satisfy them and never think to satisfy me, but once again I just want to make her happy. It’s all about her right now. I look down at her, my brain blurring it all from my vision, and proceed to continue my attack of her skin. I’m looking to prolong pleasure as much as possible, to tease and work it all up inside of her.

I’m working up and down her body and she’s starting to make a lot of noise and we are both suddenly well aware of how serious we’re getting into this. I jump off and run to close the door while she shuts the window and curtains. Lights go off last and we scramble back onto the bed…

…then my brain jumps to my roommate sleeping and I’m trying to eat spaghetti and green beans off the child seat of a shopping cart. It’s pretty good, even though it’s off a shopping cart. It seems I’m not afraid of getting sick. I suddenly remember my roommate and my brain is battling my consciousness to try and replay or play out this hot encounter with the naked girl in the bed to no avail. I have no idea if the deed was done or if she felt so good she just fell asleep. It IS morning now, so maybe it was done. Either way, I’m stewing in my depression, forever unsatisfied. Always the one doling and never on the receiving end. At least she looks peaceful.

Then I wake up for real because it’s so hot and my dogs are being annoying because it’s super late.

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“Work,” competition, friend, walking, villain, torture

I was at work, but it seemed more like school. I’m paired up with another hygienist and each group has their own table. My partner was not there that day, so I was performing the task by myself. I don’t remember clearly all the details, but I’d put on my own music for my station and got to work on all the objectives. For some reason it was about dissecting or carving or something to a recently killed subject on the table. I’d done very well on my own. Gotten a good grade and proud of myself. Then it was the real test. I had a partner this time around and it was a competition with the rest of the class to see who’d come up with the best project the fastest. We got our assignments (in the vein of Chopped and other Food Network shows) and everyone ran off to gather the provided materials. My partner and I quickly sketched out what we wanted and went to gather things. I seemed to be moving slowly but surely unlike everyone else who were freaking out. I got my music player to set up some music, construction paper, glue. Then, I decided to look at the blue binder on our workstation to find out all the rules. I carefully read through it, something I don’t think anyone else did, and found the scoring guide. When my partner finally returned with materials, I told her to get started and I would go next door to the fishing pond to get the fish we’d need. It was super crowded in there and the best fishing spots taken. I threw my line in anyways and caught a stingray. Everyone looked on in awe. I put that in my pocket and then moved to another hole where 2 boys were trying to find anything. I got my line all messed up and then suddenly went down into the power plant right next door. No one had gone yet, all tied up with their fishing, so I did, thinking I’d have time once they were all done. Some of the kids followed me and went to the right. It was getting crowded at the objective zone, so I decided to go where they hadn’t gone yet. I saw loads of explosives sitting around this giant metal door. Video game logic would have me blow it up, and lo and behold, one of the items given to me was an old hand cannon. I aimed it, fired and it blew up! I aimed and fired again, and there was a hole. I rush in because the commotion had garnered the kids’ attention and I see a big hole in the ground. Deep down, I can see the girl that was on our optional objective. If I can grab her, we’d get a 200-500 point bonus! I take out my fishing pole before anyone else can and eagerly try to hook her head. The other boys are wishing I’d fail so they could snag her, but I’m successful! Woohoo! In my pocket she goes!

I’m trying to get to work, so I’m driving a strange road I don’t remember. Everyone’s driving crazy and then all of the sudden I’m walking instead. There’s an anxiety that I’m not going to make it to work on time, so I try to find the fastest way there (still very unfamiliar place to me). I see an old friend from M high school, and so I catch up to her. She’s about to go up a road that is more than certainly a shortcut–and when I say up, I mean, up. She’s moving fast, so I grab onto her back as she makes one-handed consecutive jumps up this almost vertical inclining road. Another old classmate from the same school had grabbed on to my back too. I see the frustration in my friend’s face, but she can’t stop, moving so quickly as she is. Right when we’re about to reach the last, highest grab spot, she misses. In my mind I’m like, well crap, we made her too heavy. So we’re all 3 falling down to our dooms, when my brain says, nah, and rewinds time to before we start he ascent. The road wall is now gone and by the time I’ve come to my senses, both acquaintances are long gone and I can’t follow them. The only thing left is a skeleton frame of the ridiculous ascending road, so I do the most obvious thing and try my own hand at it. My friend must have been a werewolf or vampire because just like in real life, I can’t even support my own weight on one rung let alone jump one armed up. Instead, I walk along the sidewalk to the nearby building which looks kind of like a college except it’s a huge, fancy business building with restaurants.  At this point I’ve lost so much time, I pull out Google Maps on my phone and start wandering in the general direction of work. The business park is amazingly confusing and I end up going through parking garages, interior roads, factory and manufacturing places, a stark white laundry area, etc. There are people in these places and everyone stares but doesn’t say anything. I try to walk like I know what I’m doing.

Finally, I end up in a dark room with 6 other people. Somehow I know that this is where I was meant to end up, but then I disappear and start to see it all in 3rd person, like a movie. The people gathered look terrified and they should be because the villain walks in, a big, menacing man. He identifies all of them and as it turns out he’s been blackmailing and stalking all the people there for quite some time. Then he gathered them all there so he could play a grisly game with them. Two are siblings that don’t seem to like each other, and many of them seem so far gone with terror that it’s like they’re brainwashed to be his subjects. Some evil dialogue occurs and he suddenly rounds on one of the young siblings, telling her that he’s going to torture her with the help of the other men in the group and by the end she’s going to be begging for mercy. He doesn’t mean the girl he’s talking to, but her sister who seems to be the only one who’s still got her wits about her. As they start the torture session, the sane sister tries desperately to look the other way and cover her ears, but it’s impossible. She fights to muffle her own sobs and tears. I, being the ghost observer, bite my lip, and try to go see what they’re doing to the girl who seems to be enjoying this. I go in and see that the villain has cut her all over her body with a sharp knife. There is blood all over the girl’s white clothes. She is sitting on a stainless steel table with the dark clothed men all around her and the villain in front. She’s looking up at him, smiling and saying how good he is at torturing. It was extremely disturbing and–

–I woke up.

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Comforting a friend,actor

Dreams from different nights:

Shopping. Lots of shopping for different items in different stores. I was in what seemed to be an L.L.Bean store and I was exclaiming over rugged types of clothing and bags. I asked a store worker some questions and was really excited about buying the fuzzy slippers for my mom. Then I was walking around Target shopping and looking for Pokémon when somehow got cast in a movie. I’m no actor and I didn’t particularly want to get cast, but there you go. The role was for one of 6 big characters and I was to wear all black (they had different colors). They told me to just “go!” and everyone else was running, so I ran too through the store as fast as I could. It was exhilarating doing a chase scene, but I didn’t know my lines and yeah… After that take, the production team huddled up and conversed amongst themselves. That left me to wander around the set a bit. They had really torn up the Target for this, with enclosed, dark areas surrounded by building plastic sheets, I guess for showdown scenes, and outdoor setups with work near the local body of water. I walked around outside taking it all in and ended up shopping again, hiding behind the big aisles shoved towards the back of the store, when I heard the director call me by name to come to the front. Uh oh. He called me by name. So I wander out to the checkout area where the production team was all set up. The director himself came up to me and said, “Look, I’m sorry, but–” I shook my head with a smile and finished for him, “You’re going to kill me off, right?” He looked guilty and sheepish, but I just shook my head again. I know I can’t act well. Heck, I don’t even know what the movie is about, let alone my role or lines! They send me over to makeup and costume to give me a darker look. I think I get like 5 minutes of screen time total, and the rest of the “killing off scene” is done by a stunt person. The one fighting me is one of the other 6, the white girl. I guess it’s fitting, white vs. black, good vs. evil. I’m a bit jealous that the other girl can act and fight so well. Ah well.

I’m chilling in my apartment in a higher learning institution after “witnessing” a different dream clip (dealing with 3 guys who were gifted with a different set of girls every day, starting with hot girls and then to other body shapes. All erotic. Finally the last part were 5 heavy set, topless girls with black hair, and one of the guys exclaiming because one of the girls was actually a trans girl). I get up and wander around outside for some green therapy. There I run into a thin and tall severe looking girl (young woman, like my age, so not really a girl, but yeah) wearing a white dress and carrying some library books. She’s mumbling and fuming to herself, clearly about a relationship of some sort. She’s wearing a large ring on her hand it seems that it belongs to her SO or given by her SO. Then a look of determination and rage fills her face and off she goes. I just shrug and return home to take a nap before going to work. I get up, still sleepy, and wander over to my neighbor next door who is also getting up from a nap. Turns out it’s my friend/acquaintance from my grade school years, the one who got sexual reassignment surgery. He’s chilling on his bed too, and I’m still groggy, so I come over, look down on him, smile and completely out of character for me, take his hand and kiss it. He is taken by surprise, but smiles playfully although bemused. I don’t even know why I just did that either, though the kiss isn’t passionate at all. I go to leave for work and he calls out after me, “so is that for fun or do you love me?” I don’t answer and just leave. The unspoken words denoting the gesture as chaste.

I come back after work and hang out in his room again. He’s on the computer doing grad school work and I take a seat right next to him. It’s just a friendly, normal, neighborly, social visit which apparently I do a lot because neither of us find it strange. Suddenly, through the open door, comes severe girl, this time carrying bags of candy. She storms in and throws the large ring at my friend. No words are spoken but his face contorts in rage too. She throws the packets of candy down, he throws packets of candy at her and she leaves. Obviously their engagement/relationship is over. With her gone, his fury subsides and turns into raw anguish instead. My heart goes out and I know I need to comfort him, but I’m afraid of insinuating something I don’t mean to. The grief is so powerful, I have to be a good friend. I go from behind and slowly hug around his torso, because hugs are the best. It seems to work well, so I come around the side and give a big bear hug again. The tears stop, and he asks, “What’s the trick, how can I graduate as soon as possible?” I smile ruefully, and say, “I couldn’t have a relationship because I had to focus on school and nothing else at all. Relationships are…you know…” He nods and I see determination to finish school mix in with the grief.

So random.

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skiing, machine, friend’s husband, plane ride, pirates

I was in an academy of sorts with its large, historic buildings, a shuttle and dorms. Some classes come and go and I somehow manage to end up with my friend’s husband. He had decided that I was more adventurous and funny. I thought he was so intelligent and happy. We hung out together, went to class together, sat on the bus together and he had my back the whole time, but throughout it all I just felt like I’d done something majorly wrong. He started serenading and dancing with me in the rotunda of a building and I just don’t move well enough like that when my friend who was standing off to the side stepped forward. I smiled and brought them both together and told them that they are made for each other and they should be together. I liked him but not with all my heart and soul.

Then there was something about the Pirates of the Caribbean and Captain Jack Sparrow and the cursed coins. I was one of the pirates until I came up on an amusement park ride with 3 planes each one named Honda, Mazda, and Nissan. I was super stoked and wanted to ride them. They would fly on their own and then come together into a bigger plane and it seemed so neato. Instead they put me on a different ride since that one needed one more rider and I was told that the one I was riding in was nigh impossible to operate. No one had been able to do it successfully in years! The plane I was  placed in was off by itself away from the other two planes and it was my job to try and jump up and slam my butt down on the ride so that the other planes would operate properly. It required strength, coordination and timing. I kept trying over and over (I don’t want to think of what I was doing in real life) and I was getting very close to success…

…and then appeared at a skiing place. Except I wasn’t me, I was an old inventor character who wanted to go skiing. I walked right up to the starting point with my rental skis and tried to jam my feet into them, but my old man slippers weren’t going to cut it. I wanted to try, but the snow got in and my feet were freezing and I didn’t want frostbite, so I went to rent the boots and it turns out it was free! When I finally got back to the starting gate, the whippersnapper teenagers that were my assistants were already long down the slopes and I was left trying to figure out what my skis had suddenly turned into which was a giant ski machine thing. It wasn’t working properly. Of course. So I had to replace the CPU, put a new hard drive in because it was only given 32GB instead of the 2 TB it needed, and it just so happened that I had one on hand! Finally it was ski time

And I woke up because my leg was very cold.

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Dogs, xrays, old friends,

I haven’t slept too well of late, but I’ve also been dreaming of old friends for some reason.

Some old ones first:

I was at work and the usual receptionist was gone for her wedding, but in her place was someone else. Turns out it was the mother of a coworker that had just passed away. I remember being surprised to see her there working on the computer. After that I went around the “office” which had hallway rugs and big ruts in the floor where water flowed and it was raining outside.

After that I was driving and there was a group function in the park. It was nighttime, but I stopped by anyways because my friend was there now, heading the group, but they were packing up to leave and then left for their camping trip in another state. I never pegged her for a camping girl, but there you go. I came to visit and off they went, so I hung around their cabin/meeting place for a bit, feeling a bit sorry for myself because I was lonely and everyone had their own lives.

I was at home, here, and the house seemed like it belonged to me now because it was furnished but rather sparse and not furnished. I seemed to be running a business of my own out of it, a side business wherein I cleaned people’s various objects. I came downstairs and it seemed that someone had already let him in because my client was sitting at a small table in the kitchen filling out paperwork. I looked out on the deck (also sparsely furnished) and saw a school bus on it. I was like, uhhh. I turned to him and he had finished his paperwork but was on the phone. Turns out he wanted the bus battery to be cleaned because it was very corroded. Ok, easy job. On second glance at the school bus on my deck, I realized the bus was very clean and newish, and also that it wasn’t as big as I first thought, so it wouldn’t be hard to carry out of the house when I was done. I snooped around the table with his papers on it and found a lottery scratcher. He had only uncovered some of the non-winning numbers and gave up on the rest. So I decided to scratch the rest for him. I found $1.00 and then there was one that was very difficult to scratch, like an error from the machine. Lo and behold, $2,000!! I was so happy for the guy and eagerly showed him when he came back, and then told him that no problem, the battery would be cleaned up.

Now I’m at work and needed an xray of something, but I have to do it outside, so I grab a flash drive and bring the sensor with me outside to the parking lot. There, on the cart return pole are ports so that I can take the xrays I need. Some lady is already there trying to take xrays of her grandkids, so I wait a little, but then they leave so I step up. I mount the subject and plug everything in, a little unsure of how this worked without an XCP. I did it and swung the unit over to take the image. Suddenly 2 or 3 other people were hovering around trying to help me out even though I didn’t need it, but I understood their goodwill, so I let them. As I looked again at the woman beside me, I realized that it was an old classmate of mine who is now a dentist! I exclaimed at the recognition and ran to give her a hug.

Now there were a bunch of greyhounds everywhere, along with my two. Stuff was happening and I lost track of them, but we moved everyone to safety in a building. My grandpa was there and talking to some of the people and I was worriedly looking for my dogs, but one guy was holding them. I called their names and they came running to me, I was so relieved. The man wouldn’t let me take the makeshift collars and leashes off and was still holding them, reassuring me that he’ll look after them since I had more pressing responsibilities such as coordinating the crisis that we were having (unclear what it was). I reluctantly trusted him and returned to my duties. All I remember is a Brita pitcher and water, as well as lots of other water.

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Hiding, car, flood/mud, elevator, massage

I was in an unfamiliar house, but brought my laptop to a bed where I started browsing and ended up pulling open porno tabs. 2 or 3 other people showed up on the bed too, stripped naked and started going at it right there. I was like, uhhh, but then one of my family members showed up at the door. I quickly opened up a new tab, addressed them, as they wanted me to go help my grandpa, and pretended the people in my bed were just my friends sleeping under the blankets. They were doing a good job of snoring, and had wrapped their naked bodies inside the sheets. I said, OK, and shut my laptop. I got up and helped my grandpa in regard to something with a plant, and came back to my room. I opened up my laptop and the people continued their physical games. This time I legitimately wanted to just browse the internet, but everything that came up just happened to be porn in some way shape or form.

Then I was driving in my car. We were apparently back in my old hometown, but I did not recognize it at all. It was raining quite hard and as I went to leave, I found that there was a large washed out, rapid-type of blockage in the large parking lot. There were other areas where tons of mud was just sitting around. It was thrilling, and I decided to turn around to try and ford the water because it couldn’t be that deep and I just wanted to see how my car would handle it. Bummer, though, because the cops blocked it off. I was like, darn, and so zoomed out and around with everyone else. In order to do that, however, I had to leave the county line and suddenly, I stopped and got out of the car, walking on the grass and exclaiming, “Wow! I’m in Canada right now???!!!!”

Then this weird bit about standing in my grandparents’ house with my siblings and holding up quilts that we’d made back then and brought up here with us. My sister’s looked really nice like a coat of arms, my brother’s was, I don’t  know, and mine was good until you looked too closely. There was a big horse in the middle that still needed to be sewn on. I couldn’t believe (current me snatched the thing away from past me) that I hadn’t finished this marvelous thing. Why hadn’t I done that? I brought it over to the couch to get a better look at it and then saw why I’d abandoned the project: To the right of the horse were supposed to be 2 human figures except that the arms were drawn very poorly and completely disproportionate to the rest of the image. I laughed so hard at the image. NO WONDER!! Then I started trying to figure out how I could fix it and salvage the project, when…

…next dream. It was a Target run with some other girls, students in the same class as me. I had gotten the wrong futuristic add-on to a machine that I needed in order to complete a project for class. A very important project. Apparently I was very new to the program, but was still expected to catch up with the rest. The girls were very kind and were helping me out. I took the new one and the old one and went to pay for it, but then we got into a large elevator and started roaming around. Stuff happened, I guess, and then we were back into this ridiculously huge elevator that looked more like a moving, ornate room and not an elevator. Our next assignment had us go do something called, “legs and arms and back.” I was completely clueless, so was just following the others. Most of the girls and guys exited, like, ran off the elevator and I stayed behind to help another girl carry her stuff. I held the door which was very heavy as it tried to squish me, but I was bigger and older than everyone. We both get into the assigned area. The other 4 had split into 2 groups and darted into 2 of the 4 rooms, giggling with each other. Those 2 rooms happened to be the only 2 with doors. Obviously they knew something the other girl and I didn’t, so we each took the other 2 rooms, or alcoves, really. We put all of our bags and such down in our respective spaces. I studied the chair, shelves and counter in each one, then looked at the sign and realized that we were about to get massages. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that and the other girl didn’t either as we’d have to strip for it and our rooms didn’t have doors. I guess it was a physical assessment for the program? I looked on my phone which showed we were in the right place at the right time and then the “instructor” section was “loading” for a few seconds before showing  us who would be doing the massage. To my surprise, it was Mrs. Casella, one of my hygiene instructors. The other girl had her too. Hygiene was a prior program that the 2 of us had been a part of and I laughed at the other girl whose face was not happy at the turn of things. I wasn’t either, but I just laughed and laughed because while I didn’t really want her to do my massage, I knew the other girl really disliked her. And why was she here anyways, something that had nothing to do with hygiene. The main door swung open, and…

…I woke up.

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