The last two nights I dreamed about stealing things or taking things without authorization.

from last night 7-31-15

I'm given permission by someone to go to Donald Trump's limo and take out books and CD's about Trump and distribute them for his campaign. I take them but instead of giving them out, I hoard them---why isn't clear. I look through my stash and brag to people I trust, including my sister, that I took these things from Trump's limo.

The next thing I remember is being in a small mini bus riding around and we stop at a convenience store. We are parked when a sand truck across the street hits a bump and sand and rocks jump out of the truck like violent projectiles. I hear someone scream "Mom!" and see a boy running toward his mother who is bloodied on one side of her face and the skin is tattered. I look to my left and see my dad's mouth all bloodied. Apparently he was about to take a drink from a straw when a rock hit our vehicle and jarred it to the point of causing his injury.

7-30-15

I'm part of a group of people that goes to houses that are unoccupied for various reasons but still being lived in. We take things from the house to steal and/or sell. I'm in a girl's bedroom and find trinkets on a shelf and a bottle of half used shampoo. I take some trinkets and the shampoo and put them in a satchel. As I leave what is now an apartment complex, I hear a girl yell "Some things are missing!" I run out of the apartment building but not without tenants seeing me. I run down the road and through a residential neighborhood and fear getting caught. Then somehow I do a complete circle and end up back in the apartment complex. My heart is racing fearing I may get caught and go to jail when I wake up relieved that I didn't rob anybody or get in trouble.

7-26-15
I was back in school and had a teacher that gave out assignments that I was never aware of. Students in my class were turning in papers and reports, sitting at their desks busy while I looked around and wondered what they were doing.

At one point the teacher leaves for a while and I roam around the room and he comes back and he's got an upper denture that is sticking out on one side and it looks gross and weird but no one says anything.

Then he has a talk with me about failing and not doing the work. I tell him I'm thinking of leaving school. Then my mother lectures me about the importance of a good education and then I realize I've already had an education, finished high school and got an Associates Degree and I wake up relieved that I no longer have to set foot in a classroom like this one.

7-18-15
I'm on a strange city street. There's a building up ahead with a giant head on a screen making announcements related to propaganda but now I can't remember what was being said. But I do remember yelling at it "Who's in charge?!"
Then I'm inside a building and I'm looking for work. What exactly isn't made clear. At one point a woman is sitting in a chair and I assume she's doing interviews. I stop in front of her and she points down the hall and says "You want that man there." I walk to him and he's wearing a lab coat and I know I'm not qualified for whatever it is he is looking for.
That's all I can remember.

6-26-15

It’s nighttime and I’m with my mother and sister. We are standing by the roadside in front of the local convenience store and we see an aircraft that resembles a fighter jet. Coming up starboard are two much smaller rocket like craft that attach itself to the sides of the craft.

The craft is surrounded by blinking lights that remind me of Christmas lights but the mood is not festive but very foreboding. What this craft is doing and its purpose is unknown but I get the feeling it’s on the attack.

It weaves and descends and ascends continuously and ultimately crashes and we scream and start running toward our street. A plume of smoke and fire rise from the crash site in a populated area.

end

Dream 2:

I’m at some sort of school in which there are people who take charge of cafeterias and we must pay a surcharge before entering. And any extra desserts we get if it didn’t come with the prepaid meal could get you into big trouble with the boss. It’s like mafia mentality.

I mindlessly put an extra treat on my plate and a woman reminds me that I had better not let him see that or I’m in trouble.

Later I’m at a machine that resembles a gas pump but you pick out items for purchase, much like shopping but without going into the store. For some reason, I checked off one item but the machine registered it as 65. I’m frantically deleting all the extras as a man who resembles Donald Trump comes up to collect his pay. I hand him $19.00 and he tells me it’s $25.00. I apologize and explain the change was 19 and that’s what I was looking at when I checked the price and then paid him $25.00 and said I’d be back to do more shopping later.

Then I’m hanging out with these strange characters who are wearing wigs and clownish make-up and goofing around on a phone. We are all laying around on beds and one guy calls another and hands me and the one next to me headphones to hear the conversation. Then he makes a high pitched scream into the mic and we laugh.

end

3-17-2015

Actor John Cusack is getting married and I've been invited to the wedding. I'm focused on two things---getting there with someone else behind the wheel (it's in New Jersey and I don't drive long distances) and shopping for a wedding gift.

I'm at a boutique and I bring up a box of different perfumed round soaps and brag to the cashier that I've been invited to John Cusack's wedding. She tells me that I shouldn't go with just that but a few other items as well. I end up with a cat statuette, a decorative lamp, and an expansive vase. I only have a $50.00 bill and hand it to the clerk and she tells me it's $80.00 total.

Now I'm fishing through my purse looking for my credit card as others are waiting behind me in line. When I finally finish paying for the merchandise, I see the shop clerks have wrapped the gifts for me and I'm pleased. I walk out of the shop trying to balance all of the gifts in my arms as I go to meet the car that's taking me to the wedding.

end

3-16-2015

I'm standing on the porch of a cabin and it's summer. I'm preparing a meal of squirrel meat. I have about 4 or 5 squirrel's tied up upside down waiting to be skinned and filleted. I plan to gut them and roll the meat in flour and corn meal.

Then, after the meat is cooked, a grouchy woman, carrying a plate with a long sandwich, comes up to me and says "This is terrible." I take a fork and poke at it and realize the meat is frozen inside, not thoroughly cooked. I'm not the one who cooked them, and don't know who did.
end

3-11-15

I am in a strange place like a half-way house with no money or no way to get home. I have lost all my money. Cenk Uygur, host and co-founder of The Young Turks, comes to my aid and hands me a check for $13,000.11 or thirteen thousand dollars and 11 cents. Why the 11 cents is beyond me, but I am very grateful to have the help and am thrilled it came from someone I so admire.
end

2-18-2015

This was part of a much longer dream, but this portion sticks out as it was near waking up.

I'm driving my car along a long shopping center and decide to park near the beginning or first store and work my way through the stores. The first door I enter has school supplies; pens, paper, notebooks, folders, binders, etc. I ask the clerk, who is dark complected, perhaps Indian, and neatly dressed in a suit, if he has any book carriers or anything in which to carry books easily. He says he has something I might like for my bicycle and he points outside.

I'm puzzled by this because I'm parked outside with my car, not a bike. I explain to him that my arm gets tired lugging books in my arms and I want something to carry them in with a handle. I look around but don't see anything fitting that description. He asks me if I do need anything for my bicycle. "I don't have a bicycle!" I insist, and walk out.

End

1-8-15
#1
I'm searching for the algebra class I'm supposed to attend. The "school" resembles part of a manufacturing facility and part long hallways like the ones at my former high school. I'm confused whether I'm a student here or in a teaching/aide capacity and find a student and ask where the algebra class is.

I end up going through a maze of halls and elevators and I'm getting frustrated until I'm on the verge of waking up. I'm observing a graduation ceremony where all the students are wearing pink caps and gowns. Then I wake up and realize I've already graduated and need not worry about passing a class I don't need.
#2
Now I'm in an auditorium waiting for a movie to begin. I'm thinking it's "Thor" and the film starts and Thor appears sporting his hammer and red cape when suddenly it's interrupted by a play with actors coming out wearing medieval garb and carrying fake swords. The few people in the audience, including me, go up to the edge of the stage for a closer look. I'm wondering if we'll get to see the rest of the movie and then I realize I left my glasses on the seat.

I go back to my seat and find several pairs of glasses all over the place and the lens on many of them are cracked or broken. The bows are twisted and/or coming off. I give a dirty look to some teenageer sitting in the next row whom I suspect may be the culprit. I rummage through the pairs until I find mine. For some weird reason, they have attached earpieces like headphones that are broken apart.

I spend the rest of the dream trying to put them back together and almost complete the task when I wake up.

12-25-14

I’m observing a family in which a couple of members—-the patriarch and a son—-are accusing the other family members of plotting to poison them and retaliate by carrying saws and long knives for protection. They are hauling out boards and nails to build a walled-off section of the house in which to live.

The other family members are pleading with them to stop and come to their senses. The man and his son seem paranoid and irrational.

Later, the son somehow loses his crazy paranoid delusions and rejoins his family but offers no explanation for his lapse of sanity.

end

12-24-14

I'm driving my car along a suburban street similar to the one I grew up on in Connecticut. I take a detour and go along a river road when I encounter two freshly killed bodies floating in a flooded area along the road. The bodies are of two men with blood coming from their mouths and throats. Then I see authoritarian figures picking up another body to examine it and I'm horrified and turn around and go back.

I keep thinking should I tell about what I've witnessed? I fear for my life for I've seen something I should have not seen.

I end up at a place of employment with co-workers milling about doing their usual stuff. The place is some kind of investigative journalism office but what I do here isn't clear. I approach the head journalist to tell her that I saw something horrible and fear repercussions if I reveal it. She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. I'm disappointed with her reaction and tell her so. "If you people did your jobs, there would be no need for people like me!"

Then I overhear a conversation from two men in the office about murders happening all across the country of law enforcement officials--cops, agents, etc. That's when I speak up and tell them I drove by some bodies on my way here. They say "Let's go" and we end up going back to the scene of the crime.

Now we see several more bodies laid out in rows. They range from men in suits to a young police officer in her blue uniform. I'm amazed and horrified that individuals (presuming there was more than one attacker) were able to take down so many so easily. Some of the bodies didn't appear that bloodied or mutilated.

Then I'm with these same two guys and we're going into a school to do a report on a choir practice. Everything seems like business as usual except for one thing---one of the guys is also simultaneously doing a report about a crime. He shows me someone's bank statement on a computer and it says Walmart $250.00. He tells me write it down. I ask "Was it payment to Walmart or taken from Walmart?" He says "What does it matter? Just write it down." So I did.

Then we head to hear a choir practice and I'm glad I have a job.

End

12-23-14
I'm visiting with a group of people, a church group that's heavily into the charismatic movement. Why isn't clear, but I get the impression I'm hear as sort of an undercover watchdog.

I'm sitting at a table looking at one of their fliers and in it I see my old friend Diane and she's in one of her long modest dresses but sporting shades. I find this amusing and remark on it to the church's leadership. "She's wearing shades? Is she trying to look cool in her old-fashioned dress?"

The group's leader than goes into a sermon/lecture about the supernatural. According to this group, supernatural occurrences are part of everyday life. I witness an apple floating through the air and assume it's a trick.
end

12-04-2014

I'm in a parking lot heading toward a building and a woman comes out and breaks into a song and dance routine. She's dressed casual with light brown hair in a pony tail. I'm amused and a couple of times she apologizes for getting in my way of the front door. I say I don't mind as I'm enjoying the show.

Then I enter the building and it reminds me of the old former grammar school in town that was torn down about 8 years ago and a new one in its place. I feel as though I should be working in the capacity of substitute teacher (something I've done recently in real life before becoming disabled). Trouble is, I can't seem to figure out where I"m supposed to be and nobody in the school guides me to the right classroom.

I head back out and come upon a big black bug. It's shaped like an ant with big teeth that come out the sides with claws like a crab. It continues to walk toward me and I continue to back up and try stomping on it to kill it but with no luck. It's hard outer skeletal shell protects it and it regroups and walks toward me again. I try stomping on it again but my legs lack the strength necessary to kill it. I can no longer outrun it and decide to stand still and wait for the attack, for whatever it will do to me.

At this point the thing morphs into a big brown dog. I'm less frightened because it's not hideous looking like the insect thing but I sense it's not too friendly. I reach my hand over to pat its head and it softly bites me. I feel the grip of its teeth on my finger and wait for it to continue but instead I wake up.

10-28-14

I'm driving down the road and see a huge open bus pass me on the right while another open bus comes up on the left. Men resembling Islamic militants in each bus fire upon each other. I see bodies go limp and slump in their seats and I'm afraid that they have taken their crazy beliefs and fighting into the United States.

I arrive at a house to get away and go in just as another car pulls up. They are what you call "white trash" and they come in to the house after me holding whiskey bottles. I figure they are at least better company than the militants shooting at each other outside and I decide to join them and have a couple of shots of booze. I find I really like the taste of whiskey.

The woman who owns the house is being lectured to by her daughter who doesn't like all these strangers in her house with their unscrupulous ways. The woman is shaking her head and talking about Christian charity. I realize I can't stay and wonder how I can get home without being caught in a cross fire.

end

10-09-14

I'm sitting in a chair and I'm trapped. I'm not being restrained, but assaulted and threatened. A man is slapping me across the face letting me know I better keep quiet and know my place. I'm not sure why this is happening, it's like it's been picked up in the middle of a story line.

Then I'm with a group of people, many of them much younger than me, and some I recognize as former co-workers. They are having a meeting and discussing the recent beheading of a cop. Some among the group were responsible and everyone was in a congratulatory mood and laughing. I'm horrified but don't dare say anything. These people seem to have no moral conscience.

Then they huddle together for a prayer and join hands I join them in order to not stand out and maybe get myself killed. I marvel at the hypocrisy. One of the young woman offers me some lollipops and I accept them gladly even though I don't like lollipops.

End