1 - Searching for Artifacts, 2 - Naysayer Does Good 3 - Stuffy Hat Fight

I had these Dreamzzz staying with Sharri Lore~rain.

1 - "Searching for Artifacts"

I am with someone and we are looking for an artifact. In typing this I am reminded of the SYFY series "WAREHOUSE 13" but this reference was not strong in the dream. This other person is a short white female with long straight dark hair. I am helping this person who is in charge of the investigation. We trace the artifact to a residence. It is full of things but empty of people. There is a vortex here, but we need to do something different to find the object, so we leave to conduct research to refine this.

Later in the night I dream of this place again. A third person, female, has joined us. We stand in front of the house, clear our throats, and gently sing to it. It sounds like a combination of Celtic and Egyptian. I don't know how else to describe it. It is beautifully plaintive. I start out unsure I can sing and trying to recall the words, but as we go on all our voices fit together and the song just comes out of me.
We finish the song and bow our heads for a small count and walk into the house again. This time we go immediately to a darkened glass cube on a dark wooden stand. I feel that when we all touch the box it will open for us and we can retrieve the artifact. I feel a great sense of accomplishment and we all smile and laugh at each other, full of joy and promise.

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2 - "Naysayer Does Good"

I am with a light haired woman a dark-haired woman. The women could be the same ones from the last dream but I'm not sure. We are closer to discovering something important so we are talking to each other out loud. We walk and talk. We end up at a place that was crowded ... or maybe it just has a long que. This one guy with a British accent overhears our conversation. He is being playful with what we are saying. Half interested, half teasing (aka dismissive). He says something, the three of us pause, and realize he has just given us the answer! The naysayer has done good. He even looks flummoxed by this. Somehow he knows what he has just done.

(note: could this be how we realized the answer to get into the house?)

3 - "Stuffy Hat Fight"

I am with a small group of people. We are in a house. One of the females has a large stuffed animal. It may be a gorilla, it's hard to recall clearly. We go about our business. Later I notice something different about the stuffed animal (aka stuffy). No one else seems to notice at first. Soon they realize that I am right. Yes, the stuffed animal DID have a white cowboy hat on it's head and it's now gone! At first we think it is a TimeShift or RealityShift, but then we go outside and I say "Then what's that!" and on to a guy actually wearing the stuffy's hat!
We try to get it back but he won't let us have it. He runs into a store. Some go in but a few of us search the next door store that faces the other one. It is empty and has no other exit, so we hurry over to the other store.
It seems because we weren't there with the others that they were out numbered, but now we outnumber them. We do not want to fight, we do all we can not to, but we have to so we do. I see two men sparring with what seem to be either children or small adults or perhaps anthropomorphic animals. They are not a part of the fight. Just a few seconds later this man is running at me forming a martial arts move but I am ready for him and I have a power move that is too quick for him. It knocks him down for the count, it didn't seem that we even touched each other.

Soon we are walking out with the hat.

Rude Classroom

I keep going to this one class room. It could be college, feels more like college or after. This is s "roomy" place. Things well spaced out but not too far from each other. The teacher stood in front and had a kind of projection screen/whiteboard if he wanted to use. I attend this class more than once, three times I think. Well by the third time, I was getting tired of some of the people there. My contributions to the class, while imperfect, should not be getting such a response!
Why didn't the teacher/instructor ever say anything?
I tried to just keep it in, just do my contributions and keep going.
But I WAS UPSET. I WAS PISSED.
So, in the middle of class, I jumped up, and said a little speech about how rude and inconsiderate and bullying and MEAN these people were being. I was so mad that they did this and didn't care, thought it was OK to do and you can't reprimand them because they just shrug it off.
So, I went over to this one guy's desk and I rocked it back and forth telling him he is rude!

people are so annoying
I hate how they adversely affect me
I hate how I was negatively programmed

"That Weird Thing in the Sky" Party, Polly Wanna Black Olive?

Partinar's (Party + Seminar) Third Event "Sky Oddity"

This dream is very vivid, I feel I am there.
I am ... at some event. I don't know if it is school-related or what, but there are a lot of people here, active and young like me it seems. They seem to be mid-to late 20's to 30's. There are three different nights when special events would happen that I want to go to (to each one), and I do. You have to wait at a stop for a bus to pick you up at a certain time. I am most worried about the third/last date. I have the flier right there in plain sight, easy access, but I felt confused on the DAY, what day is it? Is the final event tonight or later? I just can not tell. It skips to me getting off the bus for the start of the third and last event I feel like I've been waiting for this event my entire life.
There are a LOT of people here, male and female. A lot of the males were getting rambunctious. There was a movie screen like thing there playing stuff and a smorgasbord of finger food. I am with this one female that is a friend and trying to help me scope out a date. She made a "ah?" sound of "look at that winner" and I did and I was like "wow". But two of her female friends came up to her and they all started talking so I was like "crap". They left and I go up to talk to her, we hit it off! We are leaving, when there is some kind of commotion and a crowd rushes outside, splitting us. I'm outside suddenly, and it seems to have calmed down, but I can't find her, OR the bus. Where are all the lights? I hear someone walking faster than me say "what was that all about?" I say what and she calls behind her "that weird thing in the sky", she has straight dark brown hair and seems sure of herself and matter-of-fact. Soon she is swallowed up in the crowd in front of me. I am in a group looking for a way to leave, maybe a car, wondering where they parked their cars. Then I come upon the bus and board it. When I sit down, I am able to breathe a sigh of relief. I sit between the girl from the party and the dark haired girl I just heard, and I smile and relax and wait for the bus to go to the next destination.

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Polly Wanna Black Olive?

A man welcomes me to take a copy of a newspaper, but there is a bird on the stack. He tells me the eclectics parrot-like bird was OK. I am good with animals, even birds, so I talk to him as I reach gently for the paper, but he "snaps" at me! This is very surprising to me and the owner. He tries to calmly talk to the bird, to find out what is wrong.
The man tells me to try to take the paper, but I somehow know I am meant to ask what the bird wants something in return first. "What do you want in return, Echo?" The man never told me his name, but this name just came out of my mouth when I asked the question. Echo tells me what he wants, but in a different language (from English). The owner translates it as "black olives". So, I go on a quest for black olives.
And as soon as I step through the threshold the real world wakes me with my radio alarm.

Library of Destinies

I am with my family – Mom, Dad and brother. I walk through a living room to get to a far closet that is fairly spacious. I think it may have two doors to it, reaching the same room. Inside are a bunch of mainly young adult books.
I remember at work they are asking for children’s books (this is a fact in the waking world), and these seem to be in great condition! I wonder if they are too old for the intended targets.
I focus on a few of them. One seems to be ”featured”. It is very tall and wide, I cannot determine its thickness. It is the final book in a series.
I look for another series in this place. At first I think I am looking for “The Dark is Rising” series (fact in waking world) but I find another instead.
This series feels very familiar in the Dream World but upon waking I cannot place it. It starts out where fairly soon in the book, a wizard comes to a secluded village. He knows he has four potentials for a chosen one, but they must all participate in a test so he can be sure of which one is the true chosen one. Hs wants these four to go on a separate quest for him to find a super rare flower that only grows every 1,000 years. But the elder, who is also a father, is furious at the wizard. He has no time for silly games, this is the festival day that is used to celebrate the woman- and man -hood, and at the same time gather flowers that grow only every 100 years, which can in turn be used in the land for medicinal purposes not only to help the sick, but also as the one time when the village can get the most trade and coin. So he cannot spare even one young adult, let alone four, to this crazy old man’s reliance on a prophecy spoken so many generations before with no threat at all. The father gets very angry about it. The wizard is preparing himself to deal with this set back.
Something is wrong. So, I come out to see what it is. Something is very wrong and it is centering on my mother. She is very emotionally upset. My dad doesn’t know what to do and seems unable to get her to forget her problems; she will not listen to him any more. He later says to me incredulously and helplessly that he even saw her drawing a picture with her and her lover on a far away island.
Meanwhile, I had already sensed there was too much wrong here for me to fix or be able to deal with, so I was looking to leave.

I am in my room. Someone is helping me to pack and encouraging me to leave and helping me to decide things for myself. Someone older than me by a decade or more was giving me tips and stuff, very helpful. I was scared and unsure of what to do, but he was very helpful and at the same time did not feel manipulating like my father or an emotional train wreck like my mom. There was one item that was like a piece of clothing, but you could turn it inside out and it became a kind of duffle bag. I turned it both ways, ending with the bag version, and used that to pack.
It is near time for me to go to school or work (I forget which it is) and I want to sneak this packed bag into my car. Thank God I have a car, I think to myself. If anyone notices, they do not say anything … except my brother. He seems to realize I may be leaving and not returning home, he wonders if there is any way we could contact each other if we had to do so. I hesitate. I consider giving him code words and an alias name, and my cell phone number; but I am unsure if this is such a good idea. He seems to be under the power still of my father. I walk away from him but I do not think I gave him that information, but I could have.
Now I think I am back in the living room with the book closet, but it also seems like a different room. For one ting, there are rows and rows of bookshelves here. I find a female. She is gorgeous, kind, smart, like an angel! She says I need to sneak away now while my father is pre-occupied with trying to work out what to do with his wife breaking free of his control and making a scene in front of other people. I don’t know why, but I decide to step through (duck under) a bookshelf from one side to the other. It is like stepping through a portal! It is odd because at the same time the bookshelf teeters and topples over but ALSO topples but remains standing with no problems. I settle on the upright one and continue out of the room. This female has had me pack a few books and things in here that I am very excited about. As I leave the room, I turn and she is gone.
I panic. I am sad. I feel stupid for feeling desperate and let down. She did help me and that should be enough. I feel conflict. I wanted to impress her and I just wanted to be happy with her showing me things. I felt intimidated by her because she is so smart and psychic and able to see the truth better than I can. I need to settle down and concentrate on the tasks at hand. So I can get out of this place and free myself from oppression and then be able to gather my energies and use my gifts!
I wonder if she will be in the car, waiting for me?

OBE of an Alternate Dad Life?

I am in bed. It is a luxurious large bed, but there is no canopy or anything.
The room itself seems white, but I don't sense many colors here. Like a glowing white.
Shining.
I am not ready to get out of bed yet.
I am ready for a woman's company, but no woman is here and no woman comes.
I seem to be handling this pretty well. My emotions and thoughts about this are there, but not overshadowing.
Someone like unto my Dad comes in. He says I have to get up now. I tell him I do not wish to I am not ready. I turn over away from him and pull the covers over my shoulder and close my eyes and let the negative emotions like frustration and anger dull out of me even when he is trying to exacerbate them. He storms off in a huff.
I settle back in bed semi-sleeping, wrapped in the luxury of the covers and the heavenly way the bed takes my body's weight. The sheets are so soft on my skin, the pillow the perfect balance between firmness and softness, and I have a dull almost non-existent smell that are so very calming and nice. I don't know what the smells are. There is light rose there for sure, but there are other smells too. Two others I feel.
Alone again, My readiness my randiness is out in the open, where is she? But no, I do not call for her or get too frustrated. She will come when she comes, I have waited this long I only need to wait a little longer. I take care of myself a little but, but only for the briefest of moments. Just adding to the luxury of the moment, just what feels good to add to this moment not in a sinful or hedonistic way but it just is.
Soon I drift back into a waking sleep, like a nap where you rest your eyes.
That is when someone comes in the door. A man-servent sent by my dad. Now he can't do it himself, he has to send a virtual slave of his. The man seems foreign, Latino-esque I guess? He is small, short, brown, has the briefest of a brushstroke of facial hair on his lip and a V shape of a soul patch. His hair is maybe 3-7 days growth from bald it's so short.
He is doing as he has been told. Coming to tell me I need to get up. It's policy. It's embarrassing and wrong for me to be still in bed. There are things that need to be done.
It is when he comes in that I almost have a feeling of place. I get the sense of "boat". But I feel no movement and so no other sense of this. It seems a large boat, so a cruise liner or a large yacht?
I tell him I do not have to do what my father says. He starts to protest. But I tell him he does not have to do what my father says either. He stops, goes quiet. Leaves teh room. He seems unsure. But I know he will not be back, he won't be browbeaten by my dad to come back and try again, so that is good.
The dream ends sometime after I go back to bed. Letting go of anxiety of not doing as my father wishes, accepting the sweet luxury of lying in bed as long as I wish not from defiance but because I feel like it, drifting off to a quiet restful sleep.

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.

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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?