Open air work doesn't work

This feels like a job, bit I can't tell you what I'm actually doing. it is break time. But it doesn't feel right it very organized. I have my open air station, there is no building it's just outside! I start to follow everybody else, but the management is giving me the stick eye, so I get a distraction from them and make a break for it. but my alternate path is worse! i just can't catch a break! I go around and under a pedestrian bridge to a creek and walk along this since if the creek. I want to use the usual steps up and path to get to the outside cafe for us, but the stairs are GONE with no evidence that they were ever there! So, I hop up near where I know the stairs were for this mornings break and look for the path/, entrance and they are not there either it is just grass and a wall. A groundskeeper who doesn't speak my language gets today with me. I'm not supposed to take this easy! Fine! imI jump back down and I run out of bank and try to jump across to the other side of the creek ... and make it! But then it weekend and lasts forever and didn't seem to have a crossing b point, and so I double back. But I fall to jump across the creek, it is not nature anymore when I just jumped it with plenty of room. I fall into the creek and there is mud and animals and it's gross and I'm pissed off. I am so frustrated that it wakes me up and I can't go back to sleep!

Family Time (Get me Outta Here!)

I am having a series of very vivid dreams. I had awoken at around 8 with one from inside a grocery store that is not the subject of this blog because I only recall a few small details. There were a lot of people in there but it was not crowded. I was the only male there. All the female shoppers were wondering why I, a single male, was there at all. I did not belong and should not be getting food. They were surprised to see me with actual food in my cart (We were in the fresh veggie/fruit section and I was picking items out there). A grocery clerk was called over, and it was a female, and she also wondered why I was there. Her supervisor was called over, and SHE thought the same. The Manager was called and SHE thought the same, finally an outside party was called and wanted to know what all the fuss was about and she couldn't figure out what the deal was BUT wasn't arguing too hard for my side. This whole time, I am helplessly watching my veggies start to wither. :(

ANALYSIS: Obviously about my situation at work. The Office is all female and they keep taking away my hours without replacing them. They told me last week they will try to find me hours with a client that wants a male caregiver. She isn't helping, and the UNION isn't helping either!

***

So I woke from that dream, but I was still tired, so I actually went back to sleep ... and dreamed. It was around 8 am so it is not usual for me to dream after I wake at that time. Usually it's a dreamless nap or lying in bed ...

FAMILY TIME (WHEN AM I LEAVING?)

The beginning is hazy. Basically, I am somewhere, and I get time off and I have to be somewhere and they will pick me up and take me back.
The place I go to is hazy ...
I end up going downstairs and ending up in my parents TV room. Mom, Dad. They are watching a TV series, on National Geographic Channel with help from other channels, that has been advertised as an EVENT. They have drones and satellites and other things that have groundbreaking tech on ground penetrating radar and more! It is an Archaeological dream! Computers can use the information from many tools to create imagery you can see so it is as if you are traveling around inside. They can find and show Fossils, Underground Tunnels and Cities, Post Holes, Hidden Pyramids looking like hills or mountains now, under desserts, under The Temple Mount, Hidden Rooms in the Great Pyramid and Sphinx and other surprises, even under water structures that blow the minds of scientists!
But my mom wants to play with something that is on an over-screen covering the TV show. At first it is during a commercial, but the ads are clearly over and she is still messing with this other screen. I am annoyed. Dad tells me they are recording it it's ok. I say well I don't have access to the recording. Dad says it will be on again. I said I don't have cable, and you invited me down here specifically to watch this new show with you.
"Typical, you don't ... can't ... care about us, you just want to use us." says dad
I say "But YOU invited me to talk so I came to talk, I didn't even know this Show was on."
My dad tries to argue interrupt me saying I did know about the show, but I counter how mom said she did not like how when we sit down to talk and /or eat we never talk ... and she is the one who turns on the TV! Then my dad tries to defend his wife and I say in defending her you exonerate me because it shows I'm telling the truth. You asked me to come down here to talk and eat and we don't do either bc TV!
My dad still tries to argue! So, fine, since I am not there to talk, or eat, or even watch the TV show that interrupted that, I'm leaving.
"Running away again?"
"There is nothing here for me but lies and drama. I'm not running away, I am escaping a psychological gulag."

(MISSING SCENE: either before going to my parents or after I am with my brother and we are outside doing chores. Well, he is supposed to be doing the chores, gut he slowly talked me into doing more and more of them and him less and less. I got fed up with it and just left the unfinished chores for him to do. He also wanted to leave the chores unfinished, but was mad at me.
...
Part of it involved my dad trying to rearrange a garden piece that was made up of heavy layers. You had to take the layers off each other in order to move the whole piece and re stack them. I got tired of this and just left it unstacked)

So, I go upstairs to my room. It is like a room in a house, but at the same time a suite in a hotel. On the way, my brother hands me a helium balloon. It also has a cardboard tag that is weighted. In the dream, I can clearly read both sides of the tag and both sides of the balloon! I took a moment now that I am alone in my room, and re-read the balloon. I go lucid for a bit because ... hang on, I can actually read this balloon! In dreams, you cannot read. It is really gibberish ... especially if you try to read it again. But no, this time I could read and re read. I don't think it was anything special. It was like a long skit on a birthday card.
My attention is taken away from the balloon when I realize my sister is rifling through my suitcase I have half-packed to leave.
"What are you looking for?" "Nothing," she replies ... as she continues to rifle through my stuff without asking.
"Would you please stop that, I just repacked that and I'm tired and I want to go to bed."
"I knew it! Oh, never-mind." I think she is done and is leaving, nope, she has started up a console game. I tell her she has to go, it is late and I have an early day tomorrow. She huffs and kicks something and storms out, slamming the door.
...
I angrily sigh. Really?
To calm myself down before bed, I am looking for a place to put my balloon. But some places the ceiling is too high, or too prickly with stucco, or too close to the window, or there are water leaks in the ceiling, including a moldy stain. I finally just put the balloon somewhere (meaning it is helium so I let it flat up and stay there).
So, now I can relax, right? I start to go to sleep, but then I am wide awake! When am I supposed to go the meeting point to leave this place? oh, I left the note on top of my half-packed suitcase. Well, I only had out things that would fit on top like clothes for tomorrow and toiletries etc. I look and look (my sister did not do a good job putting things back they way they were) OH MY SISTER!
The note, I cannot find the note, did my sister take it? My dad probably talked her into it. But I still remember when I'm leaving ... don't I ... Don't I ... DON'T I? CRAP I CAN"T STAY HERE!
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And that is when I wake up. My heart is racing! I say out loud "It's OK, It's OK" and then I realize where I am and I say "No it's not."

Bus To and Fro (A.K.A. Surrounded But Lonely)

This is long. I'm trying to keep recall of all the details. There were many specific details.
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I am waiting at a bus stop. It's more like a large parking lot. I watch this pale white teen/20s kid kind of talk-humming to himself out loud riding a strange vertical body length skateboard. He was behind it, and moving his hands in the air like he had a ship's wheel, and on the bottom was a single wheel that would turn for direction.
He made a sharp turn through the gate where tires were piled up and was gone. But then I noticed a black older man on a similar device, also talking to himself out loud, and it seemed he wanted to perform for a crowd ... but there was no crowd. He kept on going as if there was.
The bus finally comes, and the driver is grousing about coming "all this way for one passenger". I go on the bus and it's this big long boxy thing that goes on forever, it even has an accordion section. I see lots of people that I know, but they are all either actively in conversations or actively ignoring me or actively making fun of me and making elaborate efforts to cover their seats ... so I go through all the many people like that until I find an unoccupied seat at the very back, people around me actually get up and move and they are let in seats that are suddenly uncovered.
We go through to the outskirts of town. It looks run down and starting to be abandoned, with derelict buildings and fields of lots.
All except for a gas station on the corner and this large complex. We go in the complex. It is blocks long.
***
Now we are waiting for food. We didn't go down to the eating area until told, and the food isn't here. It's still not here! So, I sit down to wait with others. This woman sits down next to me, all smiles and nice conversation but it didn't take very long for another guy to plop himself down next to me and butt in on the conversation, taking it over.
She said something about Peter, and Buttinsky said that was his cousin. I asked for Peter's last name and realized that was MY cousin! But the butt in made a point of saying that WE were not cousins (me and the butt in guy). Which didn't make any sense to me, but soon he was shooing me away and sitting next to the girl and I couldn't get a word in edgewise so I just left. I tried to meet the eye of other friends, but .. nobody.
So, it was like a hallway, with an entry into a room with windows on that side in the middle, and on the other side of that room there was another hallway. There was no one in the other hallway, so I just sat there.
FINALLY the food was wheeled in. I managed to find a place in line and was trying to get food but it was ... there was no tray! So I tried to just grab a plate for now.
I tried to find a place to sit, but they all were taken by people or objects. I finally found an empty spot. I put my plate there and hung my jacket on the chair.
I went back to get a salad or soup. I couldn't fin the soup. It was buried in clam chowder like crackers. I try a bite it seems ok. I dig through the crackers to get to the soup and the soup is like a chicken broth with these big stars in it. SO I get that. And I balance a plate of salad on top. I go back to my seat to see my jacket on the floor, in a dirty puddle no less, and someone sat there eating from my plate.
***
Suddenly I'm stood at the end of the food line with no plates of food staring at a strange phone. It says DROID on it, it's a smart phone, the bottom 1/4 pops down and turns so it is a triangle. I try to find out who's phone it is. I accidentally turn it on and it is set to a complex construction game like Age of War Fire Age.
I can't seem to find the owner ... but where is MY phone? And where is my food? I try to get back in line to at least get a salad but these stacks of things are blocking my way.
There are people there, but they aren't helpful. They way where they ask and talk, but don't actually offer any real help or care. Great.
***
Now it's time to go. I can catch a city bus back, but I don't have my cell phone. I head out to the spot. Across the street the gas station is putting up a sign that says opening soon they are going to have Popeye's Chicken.
I panic and feel like I missed the bus, so I want to get a ride home from the place I was at. So I run and run and run back. I run into a running group led by a man.
I get back and I see people in comical cartoon like foam masks full head. One is trying to drive with one on, including cartoon foam hands! With the white gloves? But he has backed into another car. He keeps on backing into them! I lightly tap on his hood to get his attention, and that just pisses him off so he is yelling at me and revving his engine and backing up even more!! So I just walk away. I see a client and he's waving at me, but then a large group of people obscure us.
***
I finally find a bus and I get on, it is packed, I try to ask where it is going but no one not even the driver will tell me! SO, I am nervous and anxious. I finally find a seat at the front of the back section behind the accordion middle and in front of me is a couple females I thought were friends. I asked them where this bus was stopping. "Payne, and um ...." But then they weren't interested in talking to me, so I just tried to sit back. Someone told me the bus is going where it is going, to just relax. But how can I? I have no idea where we are going, and it seems to be going AWAY from my home!
At one point in the drive we have to slow down to drive through a narrow place between buildings where people are lined up outside. We get a little further with people moving out of the way of the slowly moving bus, but then we have to stop because people engrossed on their phones are not budging!
***
Meanwhile, I look out the window, and new Popeye's chickens are opening up all over the place, many miles apart, but still. All new. "They are doing that to overcompensate. There was a nasty shooting in one, one town over, and so they are trying to overshadow that with news of all of these opening up here."
I don't know who said this. I can't turn my head to see for some reason. I ask "what?"
"Yeah, everybody is saying it's a Muslim terrorist. It's becoming this big conspiracy theory. But really it is more likely he is just one of the witnesses in the drive through. The person helping him wanted to get out, so the guy heard the gun fire and pulled forward a bit rolled down a window and they worker managed to get into the car. The worker held his hand out to a girl but, she got riddled with bullets right in front of him so he told the driver to go and they left. But the worker was hit with bullets too and is in ICU now."
And that's when the bus stops and I decide to get off, I am the only one. The bus driver grumbles, manages somehow to slam the door closed, and screeches off.
I am in a resulting dust cloud, hacking. I'm looking around. It looks both familiar and not familiar at the same time, which is really bizarre! Where is my home? Where is everybody? I realize even if I do find my home, I have nobody there waiting for me ... and I remember I had a break in and everything even the bed (not the sheets, which was odd) was taken, and so I literally have nothing to go back to. Nobody is helping me!
***
And I have woken up by now and the images are fading but the dream continues without the images. To try to escape this I open finally manage to open my eyes. But it's too late, I am left with the horrible crushing feelings from the dream .... stuck with taking buses going to and fro, surrounded but lonely.

There and Back Again (Version 2) plus judgment masked as unbelieving critique on one of my paintings!

OK, last night's dream of going one way with someone, and then going from there back to where they started with a different character repeated itself tonight, but it was not the same story. Just similar idea. I don't recall enough details, I don't think there were animal friends this time (dawwwh).
Either in that dream or separate, I am looking through my things and come across a painting (not framed) I did. It is of a tree-lined river with two bulls-eye whirlpools in the middle with at least 2 large water-dragons (almost like crocodile like animals but not a croc/gator/um the other one). These water dragons were on the left of the twin water portals. Flying in the air on the right were a pair air dragons. Both had claws outstretched towards the portals. Were they trying to attack the portals/each other? Were they trying to raise their claws up in defense of the portals? I had the idea that, together, all work together to create and maintain the two water portals!
I think the colours of the portals were red and lilac? Periwinkle, cornflower? A kind of pale light washed out purple with more white in it.
Oh, the critique? A female, like unto my mother, saw my painting as I was about to go on to the next items but she stopped me. She thought it was amazing, but I didn't paint it. Yes I did. No, you couldn't have! Actually, I could have, because i did. But someone like you is incapable of clear symbolic creative thought and such good hand-eye coordination and creative choices.
!!!! Really? :(

Deadpool and girlfriend go to town, There and Back, a non-Hobbit Tale (version 1)

I was watching featurettes on the DEADPOOL live action movie ... bled into my first dreams. Basically DEADPOOL being DEADPOOL with his girlfriend who had powers and was having a total blast! What made this more than just a simple "I did a jigsaw all day and now i am dreaming of putting pieces in a jigsaw" dream was the fact that my mind remembered DEADPOOL lurves fourthwallling and he totally fourthwalled my dream! He made comments to me as if he KNEW he was me dreaming him! Lucid dreaming comments like: "be careful, if you try to actually make that sign from gibberish into something you could actually read, you may wake up!", "Thank GAWD we can actually dream in color! Do you see how me and my girl color coordinated our costumes? I'd hate for you to have missed out on that! By the way, who's ass do you like better? I know I know it's a tough choice, but for funsies?" "Uh oh, looks like you are actually paying attention to the scenary, AND trying to focus and control where you go and what I do! If you continue you to do this, I promise I won't kill you because what will happen o me? But I will threaten to try to end this dream. Don't test me, Mister! I have TEH POW-WHUZ, remember? I could have that one, too. Do you really want to test it?"
=====I don't think I have ever had a more fun dream! It was totally crazy and a complete joy! Sadly he made good on his promise====

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A young girl is walking through a ruined land just trying to regain itself. Along the way, she finds a couple baby animals, including a piglet! They accompany her on her many adventures until she settles down in a town ... years later, a young man is walking from that town to the way the young girl came from. He turns around to see a pig following him ... is it the same pig? P.S. The world hasn't gotten any better here. Ugh .. but at leat I'm getting an interesting and healthy walk in! :D AND A PIG (and other animal) FRIENDS!!!

Game of Cat & Mouse

I woke with this dream interrupted:
I am in a complex building, like a house but more. Complicated hallways, secret passages, multiple doors. Seems to have been built with the sole purpose to run war games? Because there are multiple places to hide, get cover, hold up.
I am here with others. I cannot recall how many others, but at least 1 other male (I am male in this dream, first person perspective the whole time) and 2 females. 1 of the females is a lot like Felicity Smoke.
The building is in a sparsely vegetation area with dirt and other things.
The other male goes out to patrol, and catches one of the enemies off guard. He leaves his hat (I think?) under a tire swing (maybe?) that has a pit, and a sign "1 down ..."
I walk patrol next with Felicity Smoke. We come across the tire swing and she notices something different, a new note (written in dark letters on a piece of cardboard box). "... many to go. Surrender Now."
It is dark out, we are exposed, what were we thinking?!
So we make our way back to the building. We move back smart. We make it. But then we are in a stairway, and above us Felicity Smoke (It wasn't exactly the character, but it sure looked and sounded a lot like her! She is smart, caring, insightful and beautiful) hears a noise! She grabs onto me before she can stop her impulse. I am shocked and I want to say something but I know she wants me to be quiet. But there is also an attraction here ...
But I have to be focused on the task at hand. I can do that. We were quiet and are in shadow, but we can look up into the light.
But when I try to, my vision is blocked somehow...
great, starting to wake up.
I try to keep the dream going, but couldn't really. More of a narrative without visuals.
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It seems like the dream repeated itself. Like concentrating on taking out the enemies one by one, exchanging notes. Then it started over. The characters changed. The way things happened changed a bit but it was basically the same.

Full Hotel Room, Eating Smart, Manipulating Get-away

FULL HOTEL ROOM

I am staying at a hotel. I have a lot of stuff in the room, all scattered around. I am not alone, but upon waking I cannot recall who I was with.
We discussed travel plans. Went out once and got lost but find our way but by then it was closed so we went back to the room.
I woke up. I am alone. Except I'm not. What I mean is, at first I find my room mates are gone, they left without me. But then I find new people have this room now. They have just checked in.
I am scrambling trying to get all my stuff, and get it all in containers to leave. The dream (or recall of it) ends before I am finished finding/packing all my stuff. I think the new people are a father and his son. They are polite.

EATING SMART

This was truly odd. I don't recall much except the part where I am eating smartphone ... While they are still on ... And more than just one! Until I got tired of eating them and stopped before I finished the fourth one in a row.

MANIPULATING GET-AWAY

I woke up with this one but I recall the least. I had to be careful because I am being watched. But there are objects I can manipulate. If I observe and take my time, I can manipulate then little by little and this affect my escape!
It worked and I got away!

Great, Psychological Torture Dreams Again

I dreamed I was in a household. I was still half-asleep but I heard the heads of the place complain about people already coming down stairs, so as a laugh I came down with my robe on but one arm and shoulder out of the robe. Nobody laughed. I had to find food, no breakfast items left, one helpful person showed me these tiny pieces of chicken specially made for ... whatever, in the freezer. On the table was a long LONG list of chores. On the table as well was a bill I thought was done, but there it was, and paid off for the most part by the head of the house hold, with a note on it admonishing me for my lack of .. whatever. And having me follow up to be sure it was done this time.
I found something for desert, I forget what. But then someone like Anthony Head (I have not seen him in a long time, you know, he was on Buffy!) was admonishing me for not waiting and getting the chocolate cake. Thanks for telling me! But others chimed in about the chocolate cake, over and over again.
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I am in a school or store, like both at the same time. All my friends are talking about how soon they will be able to live their dreams! Suddenly I feel 20 years older and I missed all that from my abuse, just trying to survive it. I broke down in the aisle. The area changed around me and I am back in my room at my parent's house. My dad is over me, laughing. He closes a clear glass door and walks away. Friends and family stay there, shaking their head at me.
***
woke up with this .... thanks.

War Games For Real III

I am in a military school dorm building. We thought it was over, we won and we came back home. But, the other side of the war games, out there in the woods, decided it was definitely NOT over. We find out they are planning on attack us, making the war games all too real. How do we know this? Because their adult leader told us so. Our adult leader tells us that the other adult leader came over to tell him what was happening, and he went back to try to talk sense into them. Our adult leader begged him not to go back, but he was determined he had a good enough talk with our adult so he would be fine.
The others sent a video where they executed him as a traitor. Said it was under military law. None of this is making any sense.
So, I tell our leader bad news, we know of the secret passageways. He sighs and hangs his head. We ask what we are to do. Hold up in here, prepare for battle. These people won't take things lightly, if we try to we are certainly dead. The best we can do is be determined to defend ourselves. We have the advantage of fortification and supplies .... well, had, without those damn secret passageways.
I can't believe this! Three times this has happened. Three times it has turned to violence. Three times it has gotten deadly. Three times I have had to defend and attack, take lives too stubborn to simply surrender. I hate this! (yes, I actually remembered having this dream in my lifetime for the third time now. It has never been exactly the same, but so many elements are similar. The situation is slightly different, our adult leader looks different, the woman is new, things like that, but it is still a situation that is similar enough that I mention this in my dream).
I guess I am the student leader, because we are discussing a lot. This woman is there, too. Adult woman. She is thinking up strategies and defenses but she hardly gets to say any of them when the attack happens.
I am outside with her on her horse as she patrols the perimeter and is pointing out ideas to fortify the secret passageways and things, I am not even armed for some reason!
She says "now" and I remember she told me when she said that, to throw coins at her that I had found. I hesitate for a second then throw them at her. She somehow swings her sword around and hits the coins with the broadside and flings them at several enemies at once knocking into them and knocking them down cold! Whoa! She has a gorgeous white horse, she has long dark hair, and she is amazing!
But I have bigger fish to fry, because here they come and I have no weapon! I say "I am unarmed, have some honor left and do not harm an unarmed person!" That works for some reason, and there I am running and stopping to look around and exclaim this again, and running and so on. When a very short person hesitates, but decides to attack me anyway with his sword. I manage to push into close to his body on his upswing and grab his sword arm with one hand and as I wrestle it out of his hand, with the other I push into high on his chest with such a blow he is knocked down and the wind is knocked out of him. He is on his back, legs and arms wriggling. I throw the sword point above his throat and demand he surrender. The wind is still knocked out of him, but I decide to leave him be. I feel he will stay down.
But I hardly have time to consider this for another attack comes at my back. I feel it just in time somehow and turn around and throw my sword forward. It is a woman on their side! I knock her to her back and stab her in the side, stomach, and heart before I realize what I am doing. I see another enemy to my side starting to level a gun so I swing he sword and cut off their gun hand.
What IS THIS? Why is this happening again? Why am I forced to defend my life by taking others? I hate this but it is happening and I am in the moment.
I look for the next thing to do. I see people fighting all around me. But, we are winning. Our adult leader has just started barking orders when I wake up.

(P.S. sometimes dreams are worse than nightmares. hated this, and it feels like the third time. The little guy was wearing khaki like an old movie from the 30s)

Too Tired to Rise (aka Strange Menagerie Outside)

I am in and out of sleep in this dream, I even have another dream in-between this one. Yup, I am dreaming inside a dream .... OK o_O
The dream inside the dream was nothing much. It was like a story/TV Twilight Zone idea. I, this guy, is talking to his superior. He doesn't know about this latest job, and wants to not do it, take his vacation early. The supervisor says he can do it, he's been doing it for years, he is his best man, it is too late to find someone else to do it, he can do it! After this one he promises the guy will have his vacation, and a long one if needed, he has certainly earned it. And a promotion and a raise! So, what does this guy do? Well, eventually we find him saying he doesn't want to kill this person. So, a hit-man? No, it turns out he is a kind of Grim Reaper. The question is, why is this one different, and will he or won't he?
OKAY AND NOW FOR THE DRAM PROPER:
There is someone inside the apartment waiting for me to help them, but I am not waking up. Well, I am but going back to sleep. At first I think it is this one person (forget), but then it turns out to be this guy. Like a kind of ....client? I am not sure what he expects from me. He is being patient, I think, time is different when you are half asleep. Anyway, I am worried he is going to force me ot get out of bed, but it is so hot I am nude, so ... don't! :D
Anyway he leaves after calling for someone for a pickup, says he understands. I get up, look for my bathrobe, kinda panic, there it is! But then I look to be sure (in the dark barely penetrated by the light) to see if anything is missing. No, everything seems to be still here, yAy!
But HE has left some items (They were not there, then they started appearing .... dream logic, ladies and gentlemen!)
Anyways, I gather all his stuff, I even get help but I forget from who, maybe 2 people a male and a female. And I rush out with a bag to hold it all in finally. As I am walking the paths in the dark I try to follow ones to a major street, figuring he would wait for his pick up there. As I am traveling one way, I see a strange assortment of animals. One is a bear like creature with a light brown front half and a dark brown back half .. not going that way. Then I go the other way and this complex has NICE GROUNDS. But strange menagerie. Like when I get to the road and do not see him and give it up as a bad job and go back home, on the hill are big cats, and in the pathway I come across giant anteaters and other odd animals!
None of them mind me, they seem tame or at least not wanting to other me or run away, curious is all, unless that is their way of saying hello :P

A Good Illustration of My Bad Parents

I go outside on a nice day, I am playing with someone maybe my sister? One thing we do is kick a ball back and forth. Just playing outside ... relaxing, getting exercise. But my mom is outside, too. Watering? She quickly tries to make innuendos in the form of three questions, each one more poisonous than the last. She is accusing me of using up her spices on her flowers! She is upset I am wasting her spices and trying to harm her flowers.
At first I am confused and try to figure out what she is talking about. This only gets her accusing me more, as if I am lying/denying.
Then once I kind of figure out what the heck she is talking about, I tell her I didn't do it. Again, I must be lying there is no reality where i did not do it. She ads to this by saying she KNOWS I did it, she set up traps and i fell into every one. (this part is new, I don't remember her saying it this way in reality, but it doesn't surprise me. More symbolic and possibly what she was doing). My mom is sure I am the wrong doer, and I must be punished! SHE IS WRATH, she starts to come over and I know she is going to hit me.
Right then, my dad comes out and says he put the spices on the flowers. They seemed to be too wet and he was using the spices to dry them up. "Ok!" says my mom and turns back to her watering, content. Firstly, neither my dad or anybody came to my defense against my mother. But I can see why I dreamed it this way. Because it illustrates the dynamic between my father and the rest of my family.
When I was the sole suspect, I was a terrible person and I was going to PAY! But as soon as my dad says he did it, it was the right thing to do and it is not questioned, it is simply accepted as reality. No curses, no threats, no questioning, no follow up. Simply acceptance. Acquiescing.
***
This upset me, does nobody else actually care or understand how words and emotions can harm others? It is if they are blinded to what emotions actually do! They either have no self control (mom) or use words as weapons of persuasion your emotions do not go on his radar (dad). I almost woke up, but instead I had more dreams. This next one closely follows the first. I am sleeping at home, and I wake up one day with a start. WHY AM I STILL IN THIS SLAVE HOME? I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE, WHY AM I STILL HERE? So, the quest is on for ... my shoes. :) They are like ADIDAS, they have those upside down Nike Swoosh. They are white on black running shoes. I have to be sneaky to find my sneakers, for if my dad finds out he will talk me out of them.
I find them and I start to put them on but, my dad walks into the room. All nonchalant. He is talking about his creative ideas for work and ... I find myself in another room dusting without my shoes on. What the heck? He finally leaves and I see my shoes are right there in the middle of the room, mocking me, daring me to put them on. So, I am finally able to break away from using the cloth and lemon spray on the wood to go put my shoes on. But no sooner do I have them tied but my dad's voice comes from somewhere asking if I remembered to ... and I am washing windows in another room while my dad is getting a bunch of my family to clean and do other things as well. With minimal effort, they just stop whatever they were doing and do as he says!
I gather my strength and yell, "ENOUGH!" My dad flinches but he covers it up quickly by pretending what I said matters not. He says a few words and the family (brother, sister, sister-in-law, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc.) shake their head at me and just keep on doing whatever he says. I throw down my rag and I walk out. I gather my strength again and say, "Until we can have a conversation where there are actually not just your ideas, dad; what is the point of talking? My will is not bad, it is just different and my own. But, no. Only your will exists. Is there so little room for others, what is it that you really fear that you need so much control?" As I go out the front door, I hear them all say in unison "Just do as he says, he is only doing this because he loves you." I am stopped cold, a shiver runs down my spine, I have one foot out the door and one foot in, and I am frozen like this. Trapped between freedom and slavery ... forever.
And I wake up with this thought rolling in my head ... on a Friday. yAy!

The Wrong Backpack

The Wrong Backpack

This was like a chain-dream. I don't clearly recall the intro, but I think I was in a car that kept getting slower and slower.

Then I am walking up hill. It is a grassy hill and a bright sunny day. I run into crowds of people. Which is fine. But now I am slowing down as I walk to my destination at the top of the hill, odd and getting frustrating.
I forget what they were doing. Discussing, some kind of play, things like that?
So, I FINALLY get to my destination, and it is a bunch of people sitting down. It is a class. So, I sit down with them. I think it started without me, but whatever I did my best I could to get here when I did.
Sometimes it feels like I am inside .... I never feel the ground.
A paperback book is being passed around, small, thin, can't be 100 pages? It has a darkly multicolored front. Maybe a painting of a group of people?
It is time to go. I look around for my backpack to put the book away and see what comes next. My backpack is forest green. I think I find it, and it seems like mine, but the zippers seem a little different. Open too far along the side. But I don't see any others near me.
I try to hurry this up because my two friends (both male, one tall like 6' 5"? The other my height or a tad shorter) have already gotten up and are talking with each other and so just assume I am right behind. So I rush through. I never did find out what I am to do next.
***
But as I am walking I lose track of them in a maze of hallways. Soon I see a tall thin younger fair headed guy, and I know he has my backpack. I try to get his attention via voice. I try waving my hand in his vision. I try tapping him on the shoulder. I FINALLY get his attention. I tell him I think we have the each other's backpacks.
He says something like "uh huh" totally nonchalant, and turns back around. This time I have to grab his shoulder to get his attention again! I have to be more firm. I am more insistent that we have to switch backpacks. He doesn't seem to get it, but finally we get the exchange made. That was aggravating. How can he be so cold? Does he not understand my emotions, I am making them very clear, just "milding" them with polite kindness is all.
OK, so I have my backpack now, and now ... what to do? I decide to look for my friends and for food. I go looking for my friends in a maze of hallways. Just finding them, just missing them again. I am feeling confused, overwhelmed.
The find me eventually. I tell them about the backpack debacle. They are upset with the dude and so they want me to describe him. I give a vague description. They want his name. I don't know his name. You didn't get his name, tsk tsk. Ugh, who cares!
So I leave my friends to just go get something to eat, get SOMETHING done. They aren't doing anything productive or fun. But ... where am I? Stupid maze hallways! But I get my bearings...(oh, as I was coming this way, I ran into a delivery person also trying to get up the stairs, but the stairs were full of stacks of boxes. We were both annoyed at this because ti slowed us down and why put a hazard on stairs!) So, I find the turn to those stairs but I end up in someone's room. A family is busy moving stuff around. Moving in, out, cleaning, something else? I apologize and go back out and in another door, but this door leads into the same place but the bathroom this time instead of the living room How odd that a room from the hall would go into the bathroom!
So, that is impolitely awkward. I talk to the family a bit.
But the rest is a blur. I think I make it outside. Or this was earlier in between stuff. But I start to walk in a crowd in day light to get to a nearby place to eat. My feet start hurting and I realize I am not wearing proper shoes for a long walk. But they will just have to do.

Return of the Lucid Dream: House of the Many Doors, Rude Awakening, CarCycleRoomOfMysteryFaire

Lucid Dream #1: The House of the Many, Many Doors.

My throat is parched and I'm restless, I decide to get up and go try to get a couple sips of water, SO worth the effort!
I get out of bed and open and close the bedroom door behind me. As I start down the stairs, I become AWARE I am not where i went to sleep. So, I decide to stop and purposefully explore, see what is really here.
I reach down and look at the carpet. It is a brownish-reddish dark colours running together floral pattern kind of thing. browns, reds, saffrons all dark and no color stands out. I feel it, it feels nice and soft for the feet and spine etc. :)
I feel the annoying roughness of stucco on the wall. A dull dirty white or washed out light brown.
I look down at the landing ... I've never seen so many doors! In a kind of angled concave semi-circle there are seven doors at the landing. I try them, none of them open, but I feel like the middle one does open, if I can only figure it out. But instead of being calm I get frustrated and WANT OUT and the dream ends.
Great, real life invades my dreams!

*****

Lucid Dream #2: Rude Awakening (with special guest stars, my dad and brother!)

I am trying to sleep in a little. I could sleep in another 1-2 hours! My dad wants to GET ME UP AND OUT OF BED but my brother is running interference so I can sleep. I can still hear my dad ranting and raving, but he never gets in my room or to the door. This aggravates me so I can only get a light sleep.
I give up and bang my hand on the wall and ... it is a strange wall! It is clear plastic with what looks like water running through it! I want to think it is normal, but I am lucid again so I investigate it.
But I get yelled at to get a move on so I throw on some clothes after using some kind of stick on my skin and run downstairs to see what all the commotion is. My dad wants me to go, now, I am going to be late. My brother just shakes his head. "Take a moment and think, what day is this for him?" My brother says. My dad says "His day is my day." My brother: "No, your day is your day, his day is his day. What day is this for him?" My dad just glares for a moment, silent then says "FINE" through his teeth and storms off. "Go on back to bed if you want, you don't have to go anywhere today." says my brother. But it is too late and I'm already awake. Now I have to figure out what I want to do today!

*****

Lucid Dream #3: Car to cycle riding through a Mystery Faire

I get a similar rude awakening, but this time it is from a woman. I never see her, only hear her. So, I get up and rush out the door and into a car. I am on a road .. until I"m not. I am suddenly following an SUV on a rocky trail through the woods? How did I miss my turn? I can hear them and they also wonder the same thing. I follow them to get back to the road, and then ...
I end up on a bicycle or tricycle thing riding from the outside to inside. Inside are spacious rooms that are connected with no doors. It is kind of like a school fair or ...something. Amateur or simply relaxed? I grab a snack that has something on a stick that then has popcorn on the outside of it! It is so delicious!! It is attached with a brown sugar crunchy caramel. I can TASTE it, in the dream!
Which is when I wake up, of course! I didn't even get to fully explore this faire, it seemed to have a lot of fun and edutainment as well, I could have learned a lot! Of course I wake up instead. Sigh, I can't escape my curse even in the dream world!

Devil Child is Angel & Mechanical Sleep, Game Roses Are (not) Real

OK, for last's night's entertainment, let's start with:

1) Game Roses Are (not) Real

This is based on a waking life situation, at least as a start. I did put some rose bushes by a female friend's house in MineCraft.
But, in the dream, after I did that, I got a notification of an incoming call on the computer (like SKYPE), so I alt-tabbed and answered it. It was her boyfriend. He starts out with "I just got on MC, and stopped by her hut. I see there are rosebushes there. I did not put them there. Did you put them there?"
"Yeah. I thought they would look nice there."
"So, you admit it!"
"Yeah ... "
"Why did you put rosebushes there?"
"As a nice gesture for my friend. I happened to have them in my inventory and so I thought at the moment that they would look n ice there."
"But ... roses?"
"Is she on the call too?"
"No."
"I'd feel better if she were, can you add her?"
"No, this is between me and you."
"It's just that. I don't get what this is. I meant no harm. It's a game, not real life. If I sent her roses in real life, I would understand. But this is a game and the rosebushes can be easily removed if.."
"So remove them."
"OK, but I think she should know."
"Why?"
"Because she has already seen them there and she liked them there and thanked me. Since they are now HER roses, we should talk to her."
"No."
"No. Because ... she would think this is silly?"
"Well, yeah but this is --"
SHE: "Hey guys, mind if I join the fun-talk?"
HE: "Did you invite her?"
ME: "No."
HE: "You did! Just to spite me!"
SHE: "I invited myself. What's wrong?"
ME: "You have the beef, you should tell her."
HE: "Fine. He gave you roses!"
SHE: "Um ... what?"
ME: "He means in MC, I put Rosebushes by your hut."
SHE: "um ... oh yeah, you did! Thanks again!"
HE: "No! No thank you. You need to have him apologize and rip them out!"
SHE: "Have him apologize for being nice have him rip out fake flowers in a fake world?"
HE: "In that world, they are real."
SHE and ME: "What?"
HE: "In that world they are real to me."
SHE: imitating Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
HE: "Well, see, it's just --"
ME: I also imitate Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
She laughs
HE: "Fine! Yes! I am jealous!"
SHE: "Of fake flowers in a fake world."
HE: "But you are real, I am real, he is real."
SHE: "Unless this is all his dream!"
ME: "This IS all my dream, guys!"
HE: "Haha, yeah right."
SHE: "Told you! So you are jealous of fake flowers in a fake world in a dream by someone else?"
HE: "You guys are messed up!"
SHE and ME giggle
-end dream-

***

2) Devil Child is an Angel

Damien, child of the devil, Rosemary's baby, the computer game Lucien etc. We have seen stories of children with The Devil as the Father. But ... what if the child took after his Mother more than the Father?
That's basically what this dream was about, the war inside the child between Mother and Father. The Father furious that the child (sometimes it was male, sometimes it was female) wasn't being evil, being chaotic enough.
The Mother was patient. She never worried. The Father tried to be patient as best he could, but worried all the time!
So, as She taught him life lessons and was there for the child when things did not go well and celebrated with the child when they went swimmingly ... making every risk worth while; the Father continued to put obstacles in the way and talked trash in his heart.
It was because the child was good, and doing the right thing, that the child eventually felt cursed.
Which led to the next dream ...

3) Mechanical Sleep

Father tried to surround him with monsters disguised as people to sway back to his side. But this wasn't really working out. So, he put the whole group to sleep. He infested them with nightmares and lesson dreams. Then he woke them, but the child after a moment's confusion and questioning was soon back to the light side of things.
Furious and frustrated, the Devil put them back to sleep, but this time changed them all to metal beings!
Again, when they woke and found their new circumstances, the monsters moved away from the child to go rampaging. At first the child was upset and confused. But soon even with this, the child calmed down and was in the Light again.
Having had quite enough of this nonsense, the Devil appeared in front of the Child in all his Horrific Beauty and demanded the child tell him why he gets upset and feels cursed,but in the end always returns to being happy and fun and helping people and generally being in the Light?!
The Child sat there, withstood the fire breath of his Father, waiting for him to finish. Then he said "Did you know my Mother is an Angel?"
"Yes, that is why I chose her. Is that why you are like this, resisting me, you are taking after your mother?"
"No, because she let me realize that you are an Angel, too! You have just forgotten. It is more important for me to help you remember you are an angel, then it is to concentrate on how your forgetting is trying to have me forget, too."
And with that, the child had Light stream out from inside the metal and it melted off and it was a Child of Light.
And the Devil was so amazed, but no more than when the Child walked slowly over to Him and gave him a hug.
The Devil wanted to fight this as well, he was determined to be as he is, not as he was, and nobody can change a crazy bad man, especially if they are .... if I am an Angel.
"Woah, I AM an angel!"
And with that, the devil had light come from deep inside him and explode off the dirty grimey thorny stoney skin he had built upon, and let build upon Him. And he was once again an Angel.

Ridiculous Arguments Are Rediculous

Part 1: From the Female

I had a great night out, full of friends and fun!
I drove home, and someone was in the driveway, calling out to meet them. So, I get out of my car and go talk to her.
She is talking on the phone. She hands it to me. It is Sharri on the other line. She is just talking away all about herself and when I try to make an innocent comment, she gets super upset.
I try to make it better, but she is determined to have it turn into an argument, and one she wins.
I say I am sorry, but it will be best for the both of us if I just hang up the phone right now. and do so.
Moments later she appears right there in person, and says "You can't get away that easily!"
"You have already decided, in your warped mind, that you want this argument and I am the bad guy and you win. I cannot say anything to change this. You want bad for yourself, and I am snot a real person but a bit actor in your drama. So, just do that without me and let me go to bed in peace."
That shut her up, and so I went inside to go to bed.
(we actually talked longer, but the details are fuzzy. she said she had been out all night looking for imaginary characters (Goofy and .. who?) and I said "Oh, when I was out I saw Goofy and one other, but not the other you were looking for." And she got mad at me as if I was keeping that information, or that character, from her on purpose. When 1) I didn't even know she was looking for them and 2) I do not own their schedules! Also there was always noise on her side or something getting in the way of our conversation from her end, yet she always blamed me. Which is why I called this "Ridiculous").
***
Part 2: From the Male

That was bad enough. But no, I had to have a ridiculous argument with my dad after!
He woke me up from a sound sleep because he wanted me up. So, I get dressed. He came back in the room and told me how wrong my shirt was. I counter-argued and kept the shirt on.
Then he wanted me to straighten up a pile of shoes. So, I did that. But I kept kicking them out of order again because they were in a narrow space, so I moved them out of that area altogether. My dad said words that were meant to show how stupid I was for moving the shoes and putting them there of all places -- the new place that is!
I just ignored him this time.
Then he started in on my hair, or really lack there of. "You know, John. How can you hope to have people respect you and have a good life like me if you continue to shave your head to the skin. You like like an idiot or a thug."
"Would you stop sabotaging? That is all you do! You have to have others be helpless in front of you because YOU are the one who feels helpless, and if you deflect that to others you think you will feel OK. BUt if that is true, why do you keep on deflecting it anyway? Just because someone asks for help, doesn't mean they are helpless! Sometimes it is simply being human, sometimes it is a way to gain togetherness, comradery, things like that."
He dismissed that.
A little later, I ask what is REALLY bothering him, I mean really. He wants to be quiet and say non-meaningful things and keep the focus on my present "stupidities" from his POV, but finally he says it.
"You just kept on hitting that button and costing me taxes!"
"What button?"
"In the restaurant!"
"What restaurant, when?"
"YOU know."
"Well, you are not being specific enough." The nI try to lighten the situation with a joke. "Could you tell me more, I've slept since then."
He almost smiled, but covered it up right away so I wouldn't "win" and just glowered.
So, I was left to figure it out on my own devices. Eventually I worked out a possibility and told him.
"You mean the apple cider machine at that one restaurant?"
"See, I knew you were just playing dumb."
I decided not to talk to that, instead I said "What did I do? And ... just tell me, ok?"
"You pushed the wrong button and it cost me taxes."
"That doesn't make sense. Shouldn't you blame the restaurant for making a ridiculous system like that in order to trick the customers out of their money? And if it is taxes, isn't that the government? Why are they tricking you out of your money?"
"Fine. Just pass the blame like you always do."
"Dad! That is not fair! OK, let's say I am, for the sake of argument, then let's see how it is remotely my fault."
He just glowers at me again.
"I know, I know, I am the one who pushed the button. But,did you ever go to that machine yourself and look at it?"
"I was near that machine but I never used it."
"OK, so did you look at it?"
"I guess ..."
"Well, there were two red buttons side by side. Same color, same size, same shape, same style."
"OK?"
"And so they invited confusion that way! They made it easier for people to mistakenly push the wrong button! Heck, maybe BOTH buttons would have cost you taxes I don't know! Did you ever consider that, dad?"
Mumbles "no, not really."
"And, that was years ago! Why are you keeping my so-called 'mistakes' forever on the books?"
---
And that is when my eyes opened. So I closed them.
"Look, I have to end this now and get up for real. Try something different this time, dad. Try to take other people's ways of doing things as just that. And try to forgive or at least forget their past 'wrongs' to you. OK? You have less of a burden that way."
"But you do that to me."
"Not nearly the same thing. I don't keep hold of your mistakes, I am forced to not be able to forget your long string of on-purpose bullying. You bring it up every time you do another one, like this exchange. You do it on purpose. My mistakes are just that, being human. What is so terrible about me wanting to be me and having you love me as is? You are making promises you do not keep, you are going on trips with everyone BUT me, and when you come home you don't even tell me you are back.
I do not do what I do to harm or judge others like you do. Now, quit reminding me of your bad side and say something nice, something real before I get up. please."
"My only real burden is having a first-born son in you."
"Great, thanks dad! You never really surprise me."
And that is what I woke up with.

Maze of Domes

I suppose this is influenced by watching the season premiere of "Under the Dome" late last night ....
Basically, all I can remember, is being inside a giant labyrinth. There were many parts to it, puzzles, keys, and domes. Spinning domes, golden energy domes, silver domes that opened. Voices were leading me through. I was calm for the most part, following step by step. 1, 2, 3 on to the next part. Sometimes I had to go up, sometimes I had to go down. Not just the cardinal directions, then ... OK. But what does it all mean? No clue.

Bad Bus; Good Car, Bad Road; Maze School

BAD BUS

I am in a bus. There are other passengers here. We are driving in a small town/between towns/rural place. The bus keeps taking us to places I do not want to be. I get out of the bus at one point just to be out of it. I end up in a school hallway. I cannot recall my locker combination. I am late for class! I try to make my way to the classroom. I want to be there!
(that is all that is clear to me)

GOOD CAR, BAD ROAD

I am driving in a similar place, but more like a city. No distinguishing landmarks, nothing familiar. I am having trouble getting to my destination! Cars keep cutting me off and honking at me! I am paying attention. I have space in front of me. I am going at a good speed not too fast, not too slow.
Now I get to a place I need to turn. I manage to get over in the correct turn lane. But it took so long! Nobody was letting me in! I finally have a gap left for me, but after I get over and wave "thank you" I just get a scowl and a blaring horn! Why? YOU let me in, what did I do wrong, why are you mad at me?
As is that is not bad enough, there is suddenly congestion. And NOW this is a bad lane to be in! There is a wreck or like ... big pieces on the road. A big concrete beam? And motor vehicles in a knot of an accident.
I manage to get back over to the right (I wanted to take a left turn, it has 2 left turn lanes, I needed to be in the farthest one over, so now I have to get over. BOTH turn lanes end up being blocked, but the place to turn is very close by now!)
I think I am clear now! I start to pull forward into this lane now, but all is dark. Are my eyes closed? I try to remain calm and "feel" where the next car is in front of me. I pull forward blind. Then I move forward just a LITTLE bit more.
I manage to make it OK. My eyes open finally.
***
I am not sure if this is part of the same dream, but if it is there is a jump or I forget what happened in-between. Anyway, I am driving and park. I end up in a building much like the school from before. It is same but different. There are a ton of people here all milling about.
This is similar, but a different layout from the last school. The entrance is practically the same, but the hallways are different. I go around a corner down a hallway and turn around to see stairs going up. There is a landing there. Parallel to the stairway hallway is another hallway on this floor (on the left). I feel if I want up those stairs I would hit the landing and in front of me would be stairs going down. I think that is all there is to it. No other ways or doors or stairs. All it does is ... it is like a bridge over water _^_
So I turn around and go through a maze of hallways and end up at lockers. They are tall and very thin and a very dark blue. They have vents on the top and bottom and seem very new and strong. There are small numbers in white, I am in the 30's or 300's. I am not sure which is mine, but it is somewhere here. I need a book from inside. But I cannot recall the combination! Does it have the numbers 30 and 31 in it? But it needs a third number, what is that .... 16?
I don't have time to mess with this, I'm running too late. I go through the halls. I thought I had my destination clear in my head, but it is all a maze and there are so many people sticking their foot out to trip me, or pushing other people in front of me, or trying to talk to me about some kind of nonsense.
I finally get to a "town square" like area. I mean a big square area with some rooms along the side. It has a central area that has stairs going down to a central square so the steps on all four sides make squares inside squares nested squares.
I have to be careful going down, because people sit on these stairs. They ignore the benches! They are making it unsafe. But I have to cut through the middle to get to my class room.
What class is it? I am not sure as I write this. Some kind of Liberal Arts/Humanities class. Social studies? History or psychology or something? I don't even know even though I DO know I am supposed to be there.
I manage to open the door and get inside. I get this bizarre feeling! At first it is relief! I DID IT I MADE IT I AM WHERE I AM SUPPOSED TO BE!
and yet .... soon after, I get this sense of dread. The room is different somehow.
I wake up as I turn around to try the door but it will not open.

Test Anxiety Dream, Take 1

I have a big important test on Saturday, to be certified for work. This is true. A nice lady helped me last night to study. I was not expecting this dream:

It is the kind of dark where you don't know if it is dawn or dusk. I am inside. There is someone with me, female. She tells me "you missed your test, didn't you?" "What test, OH NO!" And so I panicked. Asking what day it was, then the time, then A.M. or P.M. I finally established it was 6 A.M. on test day. I still had time, then, because it starts at 9 A.M.!
So, I rush around trying to get ready. I pick up some pants and shoes and run to the bathroom to shower. But the pants I am wearing are too tight and my skin is too sticky! I am having the worse time trying to get the pants off so I can shower. Meanwhile that female keeps bugging me! She won't just let me be, she is being the opposite of helpful, it is really aggravating. As if that were not bad enough, she comes to the bathroom door! "Do you mind? I told you I have to shower!" She acted all hurt as if she's been a good help and support this whole time. I finally get the pants off!
***
Now I am walking into a darkened living room. I am going to sit down and put on my shoes and tie them. I cannot find a clock any where! Ah, there is my cell phone. But it seems stuck on an odd screen, like a card game? So I push buttons to get to the home screen. It won't do it. Next, I try to have the screen go to sleep so I can wake it up and see the time. Still not good. So then I hold down the power button so I can get it to restart, still nothing!
I then see I am wearing these strange pants. They fit fine, but they are white with blue stripes. What the heck are THESE THINGS? SO, I have to change pants. But then I put on my shoes and as I walk a strange powder comes out of them, then I see it is like smoke! How can my shoes be on fire? I don't have any other shoes to change into, I end up taking off the shoes, waiting a bit, hearing comments from unseen people about moving so fast my shoes caught on fire. So, I close my eyes and slow my breathing, and blindly put my shoes back on and wait a moment. I open my eyes and my shoes are OK. But then I see a digital clock with red numbers that has the time as 8:45.
Shit, I'm supposed to be there 1/2 hour earlier than the 9:00 test time! So I rush out the door (after making sure I had changed pants -- yep -- and that my shoes were OK -- yep -- I don't have time for this!) and as I try to find my car, I am trying the whole time to restart my phone! It won't work! But I keep trying.
***
Then ... Strangeness. I guess I am so into getting my stupid phone to work again, I am not paying attention, because I see a large double iron gate (it has a nice curved top to it, so it is for a mansion or something) and I see it closing on me! I rush forward and I am able to make it through and it closes behind me and I move forward a bit and ... hang on, I'm going to WALK to the test? I thought I was coming out here to get in my car! So I turn around to go through the gate again. When I see game characters playing a game and part of the game is to solve the puzzle of the gate. They solve it and I fear I am a bit too far away to simply follow them through. I beg at least one of them to hold the gate for me or something. It isn't going to work, it isn't going to work, it isn't .... oh good, it worked! One of them was nice enough and I make it through the gate! PHEW! Now to find the car ...
But that is when I hear that my phone has re-started! As I go to the car I am fiddling with the phone trying to have it tell me the time, but instead I have accidentally started a game!
I cannot quit the game! I have to play through it before I can get to a screen so I can exit it. So, I think I can do that, but realize it will take too long, so here I am concentrating on the screen so it takes up my view and practically makes me inside the game trying to get myself killed asap, but how many lives do they start me out with? I seem to be losing a lot, here. It is a side-scrolling action platformer. Old-school. Like Aladin.
I FINALLY die and can exit the game, but something else is going on right in front of me! This young woman comes running up to me, begging for help. It seems her friends are loosing themselves to a game, the game is becoming their reality! "See? She has already drawing one of my friends in with her!" I see a guy jumping and floating around as if by magic, only slightly following the laws of physics. I try to stop him, I try to help him, but then another person joins in! This is not going well, what do I do?
... Then I realize that none of that matters because I was in the middle of getting to me car to take my test, what am I doing here? I turn to tell the young woman I have to go, but she is not there.
I finally get to my car and ... it isn't starting. I finally get my car to start ... funnily enough it starts at the same time I am able to get my phone to restart in the way it is SUPPOSED to be! PHEW!
But, it is now late. The test is already underway now. I consider going anyway and trying to talk my way in, but I just give up. I have my cell phone screen go blank and that has the car stop running, and I walk crestfallen back to the house.
Dejected and in shock, I plop down in a chair in the unlit living room. The woman from the start of the dream is here. "I thought you were going to take a test?" yes "Didn't you start with plenty of time?" yes "Then why were you out there wasting time playing games?" "Look! Just leave me alone! I tried to get out of here but it did not work, OK? And those games were from you!" She didn't even try to deny it, she just laughed.
Soon after, I woke up. Well, I thought I did but it turns out I was still dreaming. I hear a knocking at the door. At first, it is just like my room/apt IRL. I don't even question it as it morphs into something else. I go up to a big wooden door with all these locks on it. Well, I need to open it, anyway to get out to take my test. But ... so many locks! I remove one and now they door can be opened on a chain a crack. There on the other side I see two men. The one with the gun pointed at me says "we found this place in the phone book." I close the door, re-lock it, and rush away. As I am rushing away I quickly put a seal on the door and call out for help like a prayer or "in the astral" or maybe I said "through the astral" in the dream. I know help is coming, but will my seal on the door hold? It does. I see a man in a standing position with his arms by his side floating down towards my house, then away. He has taken away the robbers, but I cannot tell if he is the help I asked for or was coming to collect his robbers.
I finally make it out the house from another exit, and get in my car. But I forget where I was going. Someone in the back seat of the car reminds me it is to get to my test "but you're too late!"
...
That is when I FINALLY wake in the waking world for real this time. I wake with test panic. What day is it? What time is it? 8:57 am? Shit, I am not going to make it!! But that only lasts a moment as I come to my cell phone (which is working perfectly fine) to confirm that it is only Thursday, not Saturday. Which makes sense because I knew when I went to sleep it was Wednesday, and I have to work on Friday before the test day. But still ... I had a moment of panic to start me out!
So now I am going to have to remember to set multiple alarms on my phone and also on alarm clocks for Saturday morning to be sure I do not miss my test? OK, John, do not panic. Just calm down. Writing this dream down helped take my mind off the fear, but I still need to be sure I wake up in time for the test on Saturday. It stats at 9 am and I am to be there 1/2 hour before the test stats.

Rest Stop

I am in a city. Probably American. Maybe on a coast/near water? I am driving around. I see a small group of shops which includes a McDonald's. I think about stopping to eat, but what to eat this late/early?
I don't recall if I stop for food, but I now I am driving around to the back of these shops. I keep on going parallel through a road connecting fields of parking lots until I see a change to old light gray asphalt quickly turning to gravel. Here is a sharp right turn and a turn off. I think 1 or 2 cars are already here? Maybe it is only me? But I decided I need to pull over and rest so I sleep in my cart here.
When I wake, there are several cars around me, all resting. Not long after I wake, I see one car, then another wake and drive quietly off. I hear some of their plans. I decide to drive off, too.
But I get turned around and a little lost trying to get out, so I have to back track to where I was napping in order to regain my barrings. This is when the alarm in the real world goes off.

Dorminaraway

Dorm + seminar + away

I am in a place like a dorm room or an older place to stay.
Lots of people there, male and female, adults.
All there for ... what? Some kind of gathering. School, seminar, specialized vacation?

I spend time in my room, trying to take it all in. What is in this room and where is everything? I'm alone? What am I supposed to do next (as in is there a class to attend or an event or someone to meet or what?)
Great, this is starting to turn into a minutia-of-anxieties dream. Like do I have the key or whatever to get out of the room and get back in? Do I have my debit card? That bathroom is very big and very exposed I don't like that
So, I cut myself away from this room and just leave it.

Now I hear a group of people. They are talking about a special showing of a special movie.

That is all I an recall this long after the dream.