Classroom, Bookstore Babes

Either before this or after this scene, I was in a social gathering. Seemed like a smallish gathering, I felt OK, a little nervous at times, saw a couple girls eying me and smiling. But I forget the details.

I am in a group, like a classroom, and it is a male teacher talking to us. He is white and probably in his 30's 40's. He is giving us facts, short little parcels at a time. Now it is nearly the end of class and I feel good about it, but I worry a little about how I will do on the exam. I think I will do OK tho. I think he is a good teacher.

I am in a bookstore. I go through it to exit the building to walk a couple steps to a connected building first. It is different from the first. It is dark, cluttered, dirty, like neglected. Musty, crap just lying around. I do something with an iPod thing here. Take a part off and leave it there it seems.
Then I go back to the store.
I am in one row. Part of the books are behind this clear plastic protector, it may be locked or stuck.
I move around from one side of this row to the other side of it.
I found some books and put them in my basket.
1) like "astrology" kind of. It is about destiny. It seems positive and helpful.
2) A kind of comic book. There are many panels in black and white line drawings with speech bubbles. Like 6 in a column. Lots of pages, size of a novella.
3) A kind of Graphic Novel. It is a series, this one is the newest and in the middle. It looks really neat! It is called something like "751: Mi Familia" In this book it is #75-151. The "hero" in the series realizes that he is part of a large "family". I think it means both "genetic/blood" family, as well as a social grouping. This family is doing a lot of wrong in the world, controlling things, greed, power-mongering, etc. He has an epiphany and a quest to confront them all. He learns more about him self with each new confrontation. He goes up and down towards positive and negative with each series of encounters. He does different things to them each time. Sometimes he just talks to them, sometimes he cannot approach them, sometimes he is defeated them, sometimes he kills them, sometimes he finds out hey are not as bad as they seem, others he can balance.
This looks like a fascinating series!

But, I think about putting all three back. A woman with brown hair with highlights comes up to me like she's a store clerk. Asking me if I am finding everything OK. I say that I don't htink I can have these even though I really want them. I say I have enough to look at right now, I should probably just focus on those.
She says if I really want them, if they call to me, I should have them too.
Then she asks me about my iPod thing. I say I left a part in the other building. She says "well, when you find it, ping me!"
Ping me, not ring me.
I feel a bit suspicious of her for some reason.
I go towards the other building, I do not know if I still have the books or not. I may have put them back.
Along the way I see a black haired woman. She recognizes me like an old friend! She is adored of me, her eyes are all bright as her smile. She says I should call my parents to let me know we are coming.
I say hang on I need to get this part.
She follows me into the decrepit building as I look for the part. I think I went in here the first time to look for a bathroom?
She sees something i can't see. "oh, what is that" At first I think it is something gross. It sound like that. But then she seems intrigued and curious about it.
Then I realize I didn't need that part or always had it.
So she says "you silly" and "let's get out of here then, k?" And she leads me out of the building that seems like a maze now. But we are out fast.
Then I tell her I can't call my parents, and I don't want to. And I don't have to, I live by myself.
She smiles a big smile as we walk away.

She seems young, on the thin side but with meat on her bones, white, pretty, sweet, brave, patient, she sees.

I had other dreams tonight, I feel, but I cannot remember ...

Again With The Stealing of My Ride

I ride up to this grocery store in my "motorcycle". I don't even know if it is a proper motorcycle, it's pretty small for one.
I back into a parking place, the next one open on the left of all the cars on the right of me (3-5?). I am about to leave my vehicle when I realize it may not be safe to leave it. I look around for a way to keep ti safe, but there doesn't seem to be any way to do this. I consider leaving right now, but I need to go into this particular store for some reason. So, I leave it and go on in.
This place is starting to feel slightly familiar. It looks old and neglected in here. I hesitate by the front of the store, someone clumsily bumps past me from the front window on towards the back.
I go a little further in. Here is a display of featured products. Most of them seem to be in-bulk products A few of these are 3 kinds of cereal bags in one cardboard box. I look at those.
Then I go further into the store. Here I find a different kind of store display. It is a glass/plastic case. Inside is mostly desserts, and out in the open too not sealed as far as I can tell. The case is closed though.
But it is strange. This seems to be used food! I see a powdered jelly donut with a bit taken out of it or something. I see the open ends crimped closed as if by a mouth or fingers. I also see other used food.
Some of them just look like mistakes or odd experiments.
Suddenly these big guys appear and start talking to me. They are taller, wider, stronger even maybe than I am. First one, then others. 3-5 in total? I do not like them from the get go.
I try to act casual, not afraid, just talking, but I just don't like this whole situation. On the outside I'm calm, but inside I am looking for a way to get out. They are not surrounding me or making big threatening moves, but it is feeling oppressive.
So I go back to the front of the store, I don't have anything in my hands I am not going to buy anything. I get out without incident, but those men are following me. Not crowding, they keep a distance. But I know they are there. I make it out to the parking lot ...
... to find my motorcycle is gone!
I'm soon pissed! Those thugs stand there with smug looks on their dough faces. I walk right up to them and tell them to give me my motorcycle back. They try to pretend to be innocent. "I saw one of you rush past me to tell you guys to distract me while my ride was stolen!" They cross their arms and glare down at me, stepping forward and pretending to be insulted. "Just give me back my motorcycle, it is mine and you know this is wrong!" or something like that. They refuse. Sheesh, what did I expect?
So, I walk away. I am not that far from home. It will take a bit to walk there, but it can't be more than a few miles away, if not only one.
Then I think it might be more prudent to get away faster, so I speed walk/run to try to gain some distance. Since I am smaller I am faster than them. I navigate the blocks of housing taking a look behind me to see if I am being followed/check for line-of-sight blocks to hide my movements.
The dream ends when I realize my rides have been stolen from that place before. Before this they were cars. I realized this when I came out to see the motorcycle stolen I think, I forget. It ends when I decide I can go straight home now as well.

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post-dream:
I woke up from this dream. At first it was just with my eyes still closed. Soon, I had an idea that was more thought but not so much visual of an alternate scene to my dream. This is the alternate, which takes place right after I have discovered my stolen property and have started confronting the villains:

A police officer comes up and tells them he saw what happened. He tells them they are under arrest. They kill him, in broad daylight! I couldn't believe it! They tell me I can go, but to not tell anybody. I am not sure I can do that. It seems another alternate scene is created here where one is I leave, but another is I stand there and tell them I will not be telling on them, they told on themselves. They should either shoot me as well or turn themselves in.

That's the end.

***

NOTES:

This dream seemed to take place in a real environment in the waking world. It did seem like I had been there before later on. I wonder if I dreamed of this place earlier that night or what?

It takes place in a run-down urbanized part of town. The curbs are crumbling quickly to dust both from cheap badly mixed cement and neglect. The people here know they have been abandoned and left to fend for themselves. There is a feeling of learned helplessness here.
I remember very vividly what it looked like and felt like to run away along those streets. Looking behind me, switching paths around the blocks trying to throw off their scent, trying to remain brave and resourceful.

I suppose it's a message dream?

Parrot Almost Drowned

I am in this comfortable but small room with this pretty woman - i like her she has a good soul. She is playing with this parrot, it has a blue tail and red wings and a white chest. Soon another man comes that she needs to talk to, so she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. This other man is a doctor. Dr. Dan I think she calls him.
The parrot is in this plastic tube thing. It has a sliding cover on top. There is a hole there where you can put it in and let it out.
Somehow water got in. Oh no don't die! I turn tube upside to let water out, water at last leaves his head where he breathes. I want him to live, do not panic
He is ok how did that happen?
Soon it happens again, oh no surely he is dead for sure what is going on feeling guilty but i didn't do it
again tip over water last to leave head, he is alive!!
he sticks a leg out, grasping out with his claw wide and flexing
she comes back in. i feel so stupid and irresponsible and sad as if he is dead but he isn't and i don't know what to say to her, i just want to give her back the bird.
I am so relieved he is alive and the woman doesn't seem to be mad at me.

Bedroom, Project, Quicker by Toll

I am in a large bedroom with a bed that is in the far corner and is low to the ground. This place is full of stuff but at the same time spacious and not too cluttered.
Someone that reminds me of my brother is there, but is not exactly my brother. I just have the idea of "brother".
I am working on a project. This "brother" is worried for me, on how well I'll do. Giving me all this advice and stuff. I just want him to shut the hell up, enough! I don't say that, I am calm. I endure his talking and just do my own thing. I feel I have done enough for this project to be ready for it.
I lounge in bed now, and I have this one odd card to look at in preparation for tomorrow. It is like the size of one of the larger index cards and it is black background with small white letters almost like a negative or copy paper. I look at it as I am going to sleep.
I wake up to an Ice-T song. I am but briefly in the apartment getting up, getting ready to go, taking my time, my brother is rushing me all a twitter! I am not being lazy, just calm.
Next thing I know we are at a kind of intersection. But it is more like a field. I mean, we have a choice of how to proceed and we are in a car in a flat area with short grass I am not sure of the details here. In front of us is a place like a line of ticket booths. White with windows.
We are discussing which route to take. If we take the regular route, we could be late. There could be traffic or a wreck or something. If we instead take the ticketed route (like a toll route? a bus, a train, what? I don't know) we will be guaranteed to get there in plenty of time.
BUT if we take the ticketed route we might get caught! For some reason it's dangerous for us. Are we fugitives? I never know why my brother is nervous about this way. I still am not, but his worry does make me worry a little.
So, I decide to take the ticket route.
I go up to the counter. There is a space just over a foot long and palm high in the glass that is open bordered in silver and rounded on the sides flat on top. it rounds up to the flat top gradually. I'd say three pairs of regular size hands could fit side by side here. There is a female on the other side, dark hair white, but otherwise vague and mute.
My brother is especially worried about me making crumbs on the counter there. I shrug it off. The crumbs are from a dessert. Like a long rice crispy square. The lady doesn't seem to care.
I get the ticket and go back to my car.
I think my brother is gone. The last time he is clear is what I said last.
At some point a young white blonde gorgeous woman has appeared as well.
That is all I can recall.

***

Analysis: I think this may be telling me to let my worry side jabber on, but ignore it. Everything is going to be OK, and things are shaping up for something soon in it's own time. I am prepared enough, but a little bit of a review wouldn't hurt but nothing big.
I don't have to really worry about any threats. Just weather them and it will be OK.
Soon I will be on a fast track and guaranteed to get where i am going in plenty of time.
This may also mean "focus energy". I just thought of that on my drive home from work.
As to the blonde ... not sure. If it is my guardian angel, it is further saying that I'm doing just fine. Since I made it through all the other stuff, THEN she appears as like a nod. I forget if she was in the car. If she was in my car, that means she is saying she is along for the ride. All I remember is her smiling, I don't recall a single word or other expression.

Con Artist @ Work?

I am in a workplace. I see a tall gorgeous blonde young woman (20-30) and we talk briefly and cordially. Feels like the air between us has cleared, but there's something else odd about her I cannot place so I just shrug my shoulders and get on with my day.
I in a "back" area like a dock. I am doing what my supervisor is telling me to do. No pressure. I forget what though.
Now I am outside by a truck/van. I am out there to do something (load or unload the van), but I am interrupted by a man who is asking me questions. I try to tell him I don't know even as I try to answer some of them. Finally he listens to me when i have been telling him to go see my supervisor. He acts annoyed that he has to go all the way inside. But, if you want answers, go to the source I think. So, I am nice and smile but his frustration affected me.
Now I am a slightly different situation. It feels as if Two plot threads are twisting around each other like a DNA double helix. Because this part still feels like it is in a workplace BUT it also feels like a social gathering/dinner party.

Later on I have reason to go into the young blonde's office. She isn't there, but two dark-haired middle-aged women are. Her desk faces away from the door and is to your right as you walk in. To her left and behind her is a filing cabinet. Diagonal in the opposite corner facing the door is another desk. That is her co-worker's (but I also get the word "husband") desk.
These women are asking me questions about blondie. They don't seem to know her name yet, and when I say it they nod at each other. This name is on their ALIAS list. They are investigating her as a kid of "con artist". Her hubby and co-worker is probably her accomplice but sometimes she keeps one person closer to her than others.
They tell me about her and ask me questions about her too. They are carefully investigating her desk, trying not to move anything or putting it back. I move one group of stuff. I was trying to be careful, but I am a tad clumsy at it. We try to get it to look like no one has been here.
They weren't 100% sure they had the right person. They also noticed that maybe she was tiring of this charade and wanted to quit/go legit.

***

I can't quite recall enough of the other scenes, but they were quick. Like one was standing at the top of a few carpeted stairs leading down and there are two lines one going to the left one to the right. I am in the left one, and a guy I know (reminds me of David Piepenburg, my best friend at college) is in the right. We converse a bit.

There is another scene that combines office with dinner party. And a few office-only related things.

of Trees and Her (Fugitive)

There is this girl. Young (mid-20's to 30's?) dark curly haired, glorious smile. She is with me somewhere. We are watching a TV program. It is a documentary. It is about a foreign place and an ancient sacred ceremony they do. I had the idea later that they USED to do sacred ceremonies here but what I saw either interrupted that or happened present-day where in old times they used to have them. I am nto entirely sure.
I see strange narrow stone steps, from two different angles, on a hill. Like an ancient site. Like Cambodia, the Angor places? It was ancient stone still slightly over grown with tiny steps in height and length to the next one. One was in front of me, the other was to the right and diagonal came down towards the other. Then these huge round logs come tumbling down them. Lots of them. I see this several time.
Suddenly we are there.
We walk up those steps and out of the city into the woods where these special trees live. We see some where much training went into cutting some of them down. Cutting and burning and other methods. I felt sweaty bloody people doing it, under duress. We see three trees partially destroyed on the very bottom in different ways. One cut, one burnt, the other something like acid I don't know.
Then we get into the proper woods. We are looking for these trees. I let her lead.
She is happy. She is comfortable around me. She always has a hint of a smile on her lips. She sees me, she knows me, even if I make a mistake I can still do no wrong in her eyes. So, I feel comfortable around her.
I almost lose her. I got distracted looking at the scenery. I call out to her because I cannot see her. I ask her to stop till I can catch up. I try not to panic too much. Everything is going to be OK I tell myself. I push the fear down and do not let it take over.
I hear us playing with her name in my head. I see her smile and hear her laughter in my heart. I follow the direction I last saw her go in. I was on a ridge like hill and I walk from lower to higher to find her. I find her in the most beautiful spot right in front of the biggest and most beautiful tree. On the very top of the hill. The tree is so wiiiiiiiiiiide!

Now we are moving from place to place. We did not do anything wrong but we are fugitives.

I am a fugitive. I wear a hat. Am I in military garb? I try to walk straight and proud. I try to just walk straight through the crowd (airport) in a way a fugitive never would figuring they would never expect me to be so obvious. So far it's working. I decide not to be afraid. I am being guided, protected, I am trusting this. I am not caught. I smile at those I pass, they smile back, and in that little exchange I feel a protection from them. As if in doing that from person to person, they thank me for my smile by not only smiling back but somehow giving me protection.

I am some kind of agent. I know some things that others do not, even more experienced smarter ones. I have figured some things out. I have to be careful. Everything has to be just right. I have to have them in a place where I have provided for my safety so I can convince them now and forever not to take action against me. And to be able to have their full attention to share with them vital knowledge and have them procure my services without using me or dumping me once I do it.
My headquarters is a hotel room, I think. I move around and talk to people and I work things out.
I finally feel ready. I can tell them know. I am very aware. So very aware. I let them come to a room and sit. Then I come in. Some want to challenge me. Right away. I know which ones they are. I have to threaten them in order to meet their challenge. I tell them of my set-up precautionary measures. I move around like a movie camera to each place that I can show them how I am perfectly protected. They realize this, I can see their gears turning. Then they smile and relax and I know they know and that things will be OK. I am also able to appeal to those who already think there is something to me but do not like to be threatened.
It is all set up now. It is safe.
So, I start to tell them.

I stir and wake up around 3 am.

Nothing recalled, but a name at the end

I had a very restful sleep.
That was nice!
And very helpful since I'm sick.
But I cannot seem to recall any dreams.
I have been having trouble recalling my dreams for awhile now.
...
I think I prefer recalling my dreams.
I would like to start recalling them again, if I can.

I did have one name pop into my head before i got out of bed. My eyes were open, but I was still sleepy, so I was closing them for a few moments at a time, but I was awake and aware.
I got the following:

Mimi Powers

What's that? So I got out of bed to type it here.

I am guessing it is either a person's name

It IS a person's name. She lives here of all things :o
http://www.facebook.com/people/Mimi-Powers/500945609

Another is from Kentucky ... I met a girl online form Kentucky and visited her once.
http://www.facebook.com/mimi.morgan1

and some others ... not anybody I have met then before or since this dream.
Oh well, the silly randomness of dreams!


and/or
it is about me

MEME POWERS

I see MEME POWERS as both a gift and a warning.
Warning not to get tricked into selfishness
Gift as in recognizing my own powers.

Oh my, I believe I have just been led to the answer! And a very Very VERY helpful answer for us all!

http://jbruceevans.com/Memes/total%20page.htm