7-8-13

I'm in a school setting and for some reason I'm in between classes and not really sure where I need to be. I go to one room that's small and there's a small line of students waiting to enter. The problem is, the floor is moving like a wave, the way it would with a severe earthquake. It only affects the room. We don't feel it anywhere else.

Then I'm entering another classroom that's occupied with students. I'm naked and looking for some underwear because I don't like being exposed like this. I'm crouching behind a mound of books and other school supplies and trying to put on the underwear and take my seat.

End

6-4-13

There are two huge wolves roaming around the yard. It is a yard I've seen in other dreams, a green pasture surrounded by green trees. My cat Wiley is missing (in reality, he died last year) and I fear one of the wolves grabbed him.

One of the wolves mouth is slightly open like he has something in it. I get a close look, as close as I could get, and the wolf's flew is full of broke off quills and I assume it attacked and tried to eat a porcupine.

I'm relieved that it wasn't Wiley but I still haven't found him and wake up sad.

5-22-13

I'm riding a bike on a muddy uneven dirt road. The peddling is hard and several times I have to stop and walk the bike in place that are too muddy or full of pot holes. I feel tired. At one point, a young teen-aged boy is here with me and asks me about what I'm doing. I tell him I have about 3 more miles to go, although I'm not sure of the distance (or even where I'm going).

End

4-2-13

I'm in a place that's like a cafeteria but also is part of a school. Two men walk by and take a place at a booth. One is smoking a cigar and reminds me of Donald Trump. The place is fairly busy with wait staff tending to people.

Then I'm given two long square plastic tubes that fit in the palm of my hand. One is filled with shrimp salad and the other one contains toothpaste. I'm told these are being given in preparation for ARC. The waitress asks me "Do you know about ARC?" I say "Do you mean Action and Response to Crisis?" "Yes" she says.

Then a man runs in and says his two friends are stuck in a rock quarry. I see two men in a tank-type vehicle that is wedged between two rock boulders. One of them has a rifle and threatens to start shooting people. The other man gets free from the tank and turns a lever and the tank portion holding the other man turns and then he's hanging upside down. He's yelling but we leave him there because of his threats.

I'm wondering if this was the crisis in ARC.

1-13-13

I had some disturbing dreams last night about severe climate change effecting life on earth as we know it. I've forgotten most of it now, but I do remember one point in which I'm part of a community, a rather democratic community, being slowly taken over by a right wing group who are heavily into guns and the end times philosophy.

I'm outdoors with people in my community and we're listening to a discussion at a place like a ball field and we're sitting on benches. A vote is taken and most people agree to let this right wing militia group take charge.

I'm fully against it and voice my opinion loudly "Fuck the militia. We don't need to stop being who we are out of fear. Fuck them!"

I wake up with my heart racing.

11-6-12

The dream starts off with a visitor to our family home. Can't tell when and where it is, the house doesn't resemble my original family home. The time of year isn't clear either, but it's not cold or snowy.

A young man goes into my bedroom and puts something in his pocket. I yell "Thief!" Ma asks what's wrong. I yell "He stole something from my room." To him I yell "Put it back!" He smiles and puts it back. It was a little stuffed toy.

Then we (my and the young man-thief) are outside and see a woman smoking a cigarette from her butt. Someone else is holding the cigarette up to her butt and smoke comes out of it like it's blowing the smoke out. She turns and smiles. It's then I realize she's no ordinary human. Her mouth opens up into a ghoulish yawn and bloody membrane comes out.

Now we're living in a scenario where humans are being taken over by an alien presence. I see several human heads on the side of a dirt mound with bloody membrane out of the mouths and necks.

Now I'm among people who are in the process of merging with the alien force, having both human and alien characteristics. Those people are drawn to a gate in a scene like out of a fantasy with red and golden hues and a woman gatekeeper that resembles a beautiful witch. The ones in transition go through willingly and with smiles. They are completed to the aliens bodies and minds on the other side---much like "Invasion of the Body Snatchers." I watch this but because I'm not alien, I leave feeling a bit freaked out.

Then I meet up with a young woman on a bridge and we are aiming to cross it. For what purpose I can't remember. I sense it's to get away from the aliens. The bridge isn't whole. There's a huge gap that some people have been able to jump across to the other side. I see some people who have attempted it and are now swimming back to our side. I wonder how they will get back up to the bridge from such a drop.

end

When I woke up this morning, I felt feverish and very hot in the face.

9-3-12

I'm walking along a road not populated by vehicle traffic. People are sacrificing themselves like Christ figures on tall poles. A man who hosts a radio show named David Pakman is helping a woman climb up and tying the ropes to secure her. Then a huge eagle-like bird flies over and feasts on the person, drawing blood from the neck, etc. I'm horrified and as I walk along this road, right behind the poles, there are archways to duck into and crawl out of. I do this while hoping the huge eagle-thing doesn't see me and come after me.

Then Pakman and I are attending an award ceremony. It's being held in a small room with fold-out chairs and very informal. An award is given to Rupert Murdoch and I'm outraged because it was a great deal of money and should have gone to a humanitarian. I yell "Yep, it came from someone running for office that needs campaign contributions!"

end

6-16-12

I'm with some former co-workers at a school (not the same school we actually worked at). My supervisor is wearing an outfit that resembles pajamas that are white with red and green birds and a design that resembles Christmas lights for the trimming. She's telling me about my schedule.

The next scene, we are riding in a car and I'm in the passenger side (not sure who is driving). We hear on the radio that we can expect ice to come down and turn to snow (it's June).

Now there's a hail like sleet on the ground and the ground is getting soft and forms sink holes in a side road we are taking. I see a small car that had slid head first into a lake and the driver stops the car to investigate.

We stop just in time because the car coming the other way sinks into the road in a wet lake-like pool. I'm horrified and take my cell phone out and dial emergency and try to explain to the operator what's happening but I dont' know where we are and no one answers my questions about it. I know time is running out for the people in the car and I wake up in a panic.

5-17-12

I'm working with school kids on a project. Somehow, my shirt gets torn to shreds. It hangs from my body in tatters. I notice it while walking past a mirror and I hurry to cover up with a jacket or another shirt. Thing is, I can't find anything else and I start to panic and fear the kids will notice and think I'm weird and freak out. An strange man with no shirt who looks obese and a bit deranged approaches me and backs me into a corner and says "You need to calm down." Then kids show up to see what's going on. I wake up tugging at my night shirt and relieved it was just a dream.

5-1-12

In the first part of the dream, I'm working in a factory and it's working with wood products (I've done this before in reality and still have dreams about it). The roof is leaking heavily from rain and the water is falling on workers sitting at a packing bin and they are laughing. I make a joke "Pretty soon, the whole structure is gonna come crashing down and we'll all be swept away, floating down the road." We are on the second floor and I can see this happening. No one here seems concerned about that possiblility.

Then I'm part of a group in the capacity of working with children of all ages. One of them a former senior I worked with one-on-one two years ago. At one point, we are all swimming and a young woman who is also a helper is upset that I'm doing one thing instead of the other (dont' remember now waht it was). Then we are about to have a luncheon and we are watching the end of a movie (Star Wars?) and a man is talking about it while the screen is still. He's closed one door in front of the screen and then the lights go on and I go over to a woman who reminds me of a bossy one I used to work with and I tell her I'm going bike riding with the students. She says in a disapproving tone "Alright."

Then I run right through the screen, glide past the lunch tables and hop over some chairs and end up in a small room cluttered with bike parts and other mechanical junk. I tell the student, "I hope this bicycle still holds up." We start on bikes but then end up in a large cafetaria and he's showing me a gift wrapped up and says it's candy. I unwrap it and say it's nice but don't look at the gift and wrap it back up. Then I'm in Joker make-up and go and shake the hand of a guy wearing clown make-up on a stage.

Then I'm waiting to use the bathroom at what looks like a cross between an office and school. Both bathrooms are occupied and I really (really) have to pee. Then one woman opens the door and warns me of the smell. I first assume she's talking about what she did but then she points to a scented stick that she said was making her ill. I say "Thanks" and as she's walking out and another woman enters when I do and closes the door behind us. I say "Do you mind? I was waiting longer and I really gotta go!" She leaves.

Then I hear a song with lyrics that go: "Roses, they don't like children because they are dumb."

It meant the children are dumb, not the roses.

Then I'm in a strange house and it starts to rain heavy and the tv is on and I move it and other electrical stuff away from the windows because rain is blowing in. I go to close the front door and I see ma outside and the driveway, which is all mud and grass, is flooded with water and the car is stuck. Now it is nighttime and she gets back behind the wheel to try to get it unstuck.

end

4-30-12

I'm back at the school where I worked, working in the capacity as a helper or substitute. There's a small (by small, I mean it can fit in the palm of your hand) running around. Why I'm not sure. It's running up the stairs and I follow after it. Some kids are laughing behind me and I fear my skirt is too short and keep pulling it down because I'm not wearing anything underneath.

Then I get to the top but I have to go up another floor to where the little dog went, which was the resource room I used to work. I look down the corridor and see an elevator and punch the button and it opens. I hit the arrow going "up" and as it takes off, I'm weightless like gravity is light and the elevator rocks and sways as if it only has one pulley with not other support. Then the door opens and I force myself out and hit the floor where gravity is once again.

Now I'm in the resource room and the special ed. teacher asks what I'm doing here. I say I'm not sure while looking for the dog.

end

4-27-12

I'm living in a house that reminds me of the one I lived in growing up. It's nighttime and a family relative shows up drunk and she's acting erratic. My friend Sylvia is here as well and the drunk relative is smoking and blows smoke in her face and says "So, are you two getting married?" as a stupid joke. Sylvia says "No!" and I tell her that her cigarette is nasty and to please put it out.

Then someone is taking apart a line phone and tells me the best way to win an argument with this drunk relative is to focus on objects instead of her. My understanding of this is that she will either be amused or get bored and leave.

The next scene I'm sitting in a place that part classroom and part church. A woman is lecturing/sermonizing about The Chamber of Commerce and song lyrics in a book. I'm amazed that I was just thinking about the CoC and how she happened to mention it. The song lyrics are also related to the previous part of the dream about the drunk relative.

end

4-11-12

My dad has a business in which he takes people's two-dollar bills (American money) and exchanges them for ones or whatever---depending on how many 2's they want to exchange.

Now he has a stack of 2's and first lady Michele Obama approaches and asks for a contribution to her husband's reelection campaign. She asks for the whole thing and I'm angry, telling her that we're poor and my dad's worked hard to NOT give it up to you! Then republican opponent Mitt Romney shows up looking for a donation and my mother gets angry, telling him "Get out of here you fucking idiot!"

end

2-9-12

What I remember are bits and pieces from a larger dream that's left my consciousness.

Two new born kittens are at the bottom of a pail. I'm in a place where there are people around but what it is exactly isn't clear. I pull the kittens out, one is tabby orange and the other is half light gray-blue and half white.

Now they are grown almost to full adulthood and a child with blond hair who reminds me of a boy I work with at school chooses one to take as a pet. He chooses the tabby. He smiles as he picks it up and holds it. I hope he can take good care and responsibility for it.

Later, I'm in a house like the one I grew up in. My sister is here as are other family members. She's getting ready to leave for her home and a storm breaks out. There's water everywhere and I sense the house will flood and the foundation isn't that strong. A 4th grade boy I work with has a wheel barrow and dumps a full load of water on the rug upstairs. He apologizes as it was an accident.

I look outside from the living room and see lightning in the nighttime sky flash several times in a row. It forms huge forks and I watch it in amazement. I turn to a strange woman behind me sitting in a chair, an elderly woman in a granny dress with a dumb smile on her face, and I ask her if she had seen it. She smiles and nods her head "yes."

end

12-21-11

I'm back living with my family in the neighborhood where I grew up. We are moving, but not out of the same house. A forklift comes and lifts the house and drives it, with us still in it, to a new spot on the same street but up further; a spot nearer the road where another house once stood. While the house was being moved, I could feel the motion of movement.

"I like this new location" I say. I'm puzzled however how they managed to move the house without much difficulty or without any massive damage.

I go back to the original spot and the outside of the house is still here. I'm told that the inside is what was moved and this is just the shell; the protective cover that remains and must come off for the move.

Then I see the house as it is now in it's new location and it looks similar to the old outerside, but the features, such as the front steps, are shorter and less wide.

end