8-24-08

I'm among a group of people in an atrium similar to THIS.

We are taking a tour around the place and there's a sprinkler system that somehow I get the controls of. There is a brunette model type that I manage to shower with water as we walk. She stops and puts her hands on her hips and complains as I laugh my ass off!

I wake up giggling.

8-21-08

It's overcast outside and I'm sitting in a room. It's supposed to be a classroom, but I don't have in my possession anything relating to school. Instead, I've got a black metal box, thin and narrow, with a flap for a lid. I'm also carrying a silver money pouch.

I see it is beginning to freezing rain and the sleet is forming on the ground and I decide to high tail it home before it gets really bad. I walk up a hill to get to my car and I'm still holding the metal box. I go up a sidewalk in front of shops and find my silver pouch laying in a puddle of icy snow. I retrieve it and head to my car.

end

8-19-08

I just remembered this dream now, at 9 p.m. from last night.

I'm laying in bed and my brother and sister-in-law are packing up, but to move or just take things from the house I'm not sure. She asks me for the rubber bands I have in my bathroom. "I need them for these" she says holding up what looks like Styrofoam pads with something in between them.

Then she and my brother are taking a big plastic tote that lay at the foot of my bed, emptying it of its contents, and proceed to fill it up with "their stuff." I demand "What are you doing?"

"We need all this stuff for our stuff" she tells me.

end

8-17-08

I enter the porch of my workplace and a young woman is standing there waiting to go in the building. I open the door to let us in and she hesitates. I ask "Are you coming in?" and she says in a low voice "I was fired." Her eyes look red from crying. I say, "Let's go out to my car to talk."

As we walk toward the car, another young woman is all giddy acting and wants to talk to the woman but she hurries to the car and doesn't look at her. The parking lot is like a beach, with sand and water just beyond the cars. The car is parked in front of a concrete curb and we have to step down over it to get to the car. A man with a measuring stick has an end sticking into the sand and says "Another foot." I ask, "Is the ground sinking?" and he says "Yep."

Inside the car, the woman tells me that she got fired because she was supposed to be somewhere else than what she thought and people couldn't find her.

Then the scene changes and I'm standing in a line in what appears to be two adjoining rooms and there is a table with activity. I assume it is something medical because I'm in a hospital type gown. I must have already done whatever it was I needed to do because other woman are coming in and going by me to go to the table. A couple of them are stark naked. They are older, flabby women too and even more shocking is that there are men standing around casually talking and glancing over.

Then I'm in a classroom still wearing the gown. I'm asked about taking a course instructed by a man who has a heavy Arabic/Middle Eastern accent. I decline that offer because I want to be able to fully understand the instruction.

end

8-12-08

I'm part of a group of travelers through the galaxy, but the ship we are on resembles a regular building or old house. I'm observing a cabinet meeting with mostly elderly women that resemble this. Our leader is George W. Bush. At one point, I get into a discussion with one of the cabinet members about him saying that I hate him and its a shame that such smart women have to answer to him.

Later, a new experiement is being tried on the engine, one that will take us further but much quicker. I'm sitting in a rocking chair near the thing and decide it's too risky being exposed to radiation that may come out of it. I exit a back doorway that leads right into a field. There's a slight fog and it looks gray as if it's about to rain. I see on the ground several houses and a graveyard, all doll sized. I read the names on the tombstones and I sense something familiar.

I learn later from a crew member that this villiage was erected after the villagers had gotten ahold of some tape recordings we did and modeled their civilization after ours. For some reason, I'm overcome and start to cry.

Whether or not we had been there before for them to do that or how they were able to access our recordings considering their small size is not established. And this is all I remember now.

8-8-08

I remember another part of last nights dream. I'm walking onto a drawbridge when it begins to separate, but not in two halves upward, but in single platformes and not all ascending. The one I'm on is falling rapidly, and now I'm laying down and holding onto my purse and as I fall, I brace myself for the impact and say "This is gonna hurt."

I crash land in a junk yard that's hauling away debris including the platform. I leap off it and yell to the drive of the junkyard's truck, that is painted white with a red emblem like a swirling letter K, that I work for a different junkyard company. The man, and another one nearby, laughs and says "That's not possible."

that's all I remember. end

8-8-08

The dream was more involved with symbols, happenings, and imagery than I'm able to recall now, but I'll put down what I can remember.

I'm with my old friend Chester and we are staying in this two-story house. The place is sort of a rest spot/resort for vacationers. We get into a couple's locker and take things out including some cosmetics she has that I put on. They also have albums that we listen to. When we are done with the stuff, we put it back so they dont' know it was ever missing.

At one point, I'm talking to a couple about whatever and the woman says, "That looks like my lipstick and cosmetics." They were and realized my mistake. I forgot to hide them. I'm putting on the lipstick that's red and is beginning to melt for it is shaped with the end bowed over. I explain that it was my friend Chester's idea to take the stuff but we always put it back when we are done.

I forget what happended right after that, but then me and Chester are listening to the records from the locker and the needle either cuts into the record, damaging the vinyl, or it skips across the entire record. I wonder where I can get a good needle because they are a relic now and must cost a fortune. (in reality, the last phonograph needle I bought cost $100).

Then I'm standing in the doorway of a living room and the woman whose cosmetics I was using is sitting in a chair doing something (knitting maybe). I think about explaining again about the locker and apologizing. I think she may be expecting something of a sort too. But I just stand there and say nothing for the longest time. Then I walk away.

The next scene I remember is me and my sister out in a field and she's shooting a gun and complaining she wants her silver pistol. (she doesn't own a pistol).

end

8-6-08

I'm in a dark, cluttered, unkept living room sitting on the couch. My dad comes in with a tray with paper shreds that are sitting in a round cup and paper cut up into the shape of puzzle pieces with printed words on them. These are arranged in the shape of a layered fruit or vegtable. He says to me "You've got to read this article."

I pick up some of the shreds and see words but no coherent meaning. The same is true with the puzzle pieces. I say "I can't read this, it's all cut up into pieces."

Then a woman is standing here and she's wearing a rod on her head with dangling emblems like a fish and something else. She sort of looks like lady justice but wearing modern clothing. I can't remember now what she's saying.

Now I'm sweeping up debris and dust from this room. It's everywhere, even on pillows and I sweep those too.

These were scenes from a longer dream, but I've forgotten the rest.

end

8-5-08

The setting is a bed with a few men in it. The bed is outdoors next to a house or small building. One of the men, with whitish hair and beard, is wearing red long johns and he's bragging that he had sex with a whore. Later, a younger man is wearing them and saying something to the effect that they must be magic underwear because he had a whore while wearing them too. The first man laughs and is now wearing regular white briefs.

The next scene I'm trying to ride a bicycle down my old street where I grew up. (I was there recently in real life checking out the old neighborhood) The lawns are covered in two story high snow banks that are bumpy and dirty. I attempt to ride my bike over them but I don't have the strength and it's slippery. I end up walking my bike to my old house to wait for the bus (now it seems I'm back in school). But then I realize we no longer live here and I can't go inside.

Now this setting is hard to describe, but it's like a factory and classroom. The leader/teacher is John Edwards and we have these tubs full of grains that feel like tiny beads when I fun my hands through it. I dont' know what these are for exactly but some people have been using the tubs for trash and I pull out wrinkled papers and wrappers in one and packets of artificial sweetner in another.

Then I'm sitting at a desk when Edwards pulls a cord going from my desk and hauls me and desk over to the other side of the room. I and the other people in the room are laughing as I go along for the ride. I was doing something in the capacity of manufacturing, for there was a small machine on the desk that looked like a sewing machine.

end

8-3-08

I'm going on a trip with a class, but in my capacity as an ed. tech or student I'm not sure. The school nurse where I work is in charge of the trip and makes sure everyone is aboard. I'm not even sure where we are going, but it's on a plane. We board the "plane" which is a bus that flies like an airplane. I'm sitting near the back and we begin to take off. It appears overcast and dusk outside the windows as we ascend and I'm getting nervous. I ask the driver/pilot to use the bathroom. It's located in the spot where normally people board and get off.

I enter the bathroom and the scene changes to where I'm in a shower and listening to CD's. There's also some sort of live lecture happening on a screen inside the shower and I'm instructed to pick up different CD's and insert them in a slot where the soap rack would go. The CD's are all on the tub floor and I pick up one and it's hot to the touch.

I don't remember much else, it was all sort of muddled and confused.

end

8-2-08

I'm doing a research paper for history. There's so much information (on what topic I can't remember) that I fear I don't have enough in the body of the report. But I'm also working in the capacity of ed. tech and my student is in another class. I remember that I have a class on Monday's that I haven't been to yet, so I missed a couple of classes. It's the same class I feared missing and not getting homework done in another recent dream.

I rummage through my tote bag and find a pencil that I know I'm going to need for the class. I need one with an eraser and pull out a thick black and green sparkley pencil with feathers and scary plastic head on top. I chuckle because it's a Halloween pencil and I decide to use it.

I head for the class and stop by a lecture hall where I see my student's jacket hanging up and grab it on my way. I get to the top of a flight of stairs and wait along with a few other people. Someone suggests pulling up the rug because it's dirty. I say we can't because it's tacked down.

end

7-31-08

I'm laying in bed and I notice it is especially dark, no outside lights or anything. I try to turn on a lamp but discover the bulb has been loosend. I screw it back in and look through the house and see all of the bulbs have been unscrewed.

I proceed to screw them back in when the scene changes and I'm coming out of a movie theater with a few other people. We are riding together in the same car and I'm the driver. I end up driving on a hill so steep that the car is about to tip over backwards on its roof.

We make it to the top when the scene switches again and a college student wearing a long gray trench coat gets into the passenger side and wants a ride. He looks wet from rain and appears to have red sores or rashes on his face and body. He looks around suspicously and I suspect he's been in some kind of trouble.

Then the scene changes one last time and I'm in a house trying on green silk gloves. I decide to launder them and as they go through the rinse cycle they get trapped in the filter. I reach for them to unclog the drain and they have morphed into green garden snakes. I get bit on my left hand by two and they leave little fang pin holes in my forefinger and the side of the palm. I wake up feeling this and relieved it was just a dream.

end