Working The Dream
I am in a rather spacious room with peaceful muted colors. Off-white walls and light brown carpet and light you can safely read by but also see what you're doing. I am at a computer work-station with others. They are set up kind of like flower petals. Rounded bulbous tables, more than one per "stalk", these are white as well. The screens do not hurt your eyes, and there is a keyboard but you can also just talk if you like ... I think.
Is this a place for .... architects?
A woman comes to me (manager) and asks me very politely to come to her office. She is a brunette, white almost pale white, and um ... you know ... isn't a skinny minny.
we sit across from each other and talk. I mention that my badge seems incomplete for some reason, I don't know why. I hand it over to her, and she realizes what is missing. She picks up a red pen and starts writing on my badge. Well, that's a bit odd, but she is over me so *shrugs*. She hands it back to me. I see a large
"ID 7"
on it, and some words further down, all in red. I can't figure out why that is a single number, she says it isn't it's code for a two-two-four identity ("or is it a seven number ID" she says to herself). Then she sends me away from my usual station to be in a different section.
I am very excited to be in this other section! I feel very confident and in my full-power of determination and being able to be in any situation and work with it and make it better too!
BUT
I am slightly disappointed because I am not doing what I thought I was doing. I thought I was going to go out but I have to stay behind. While I'm working through my disappointment I am standing at a work-station and this guy is showing me pictures on the machine that are like montages and theme packages. He saves two of them and then asks for my badge and swipes it on the side like a Debit Card Reader. The files from my computer, including those two pictures e-mail and work documents are now saved on my ID badge.
I'm bored and my ennui isn't helping me get through my disappointment faster. I still do what I can. I see a Y shaped exit. It is two open doorways with one hallway going to the left, the other to the right, as if I were in the bottom stick-end of a capital Y. Well, I've never seen that before. I walk a short way down the left end and when I see a flashing and I am called into an office with 4 people in it, but I concentrate on only one of them.
They tell me something is wrong with my ID badge. I say my manger just looked at it. They ask if any pictures are stored there. I start to say no because I don't do that, but then I remember that guy put those 2 pictures on my ID.
He smiles and I hand him my badge so he can troubleshoot it.
He looks askance at the writing on it. I say my manager put it there. He says he doesn't know why, and he may have to get me a whole new badge. I asked that I not be charged for it, please, because it was not my fault.
The dream ends shortly after this, I forget the details and have added some as I am typing it but it is basically as-is.
But it seems to lead to the next one as I walk out the door into ...
***
The Tale Of The Impossible Shower
What does a guy have to do to simply get a shower around here?
This dream came directly after the office one above.
I walk down a hall and it feels more like an hotel or convention center something. I walk around this maze-like partition like two brackets | ___| --- |
I first see a floor like cement. It is in a large shallow bowl like depression with a drain in the center. On the edge is a faucet. So ... this is supposed to be like a bathtub? Doesn't look very comfortable and it looks like it's for more than one person.
I walk further in and I see water and stuff can come out of the walls, but again there are no partitions, no privacy, no chance to use single-stalls. I stare forlornly at this for a few moments, trying to figure out a way I can shower in private, or just dealing and doing it public, when I hear others coming in.
That decides it, I'm not showering with a bunch of strangers, I'm out of here!
I exit and look up and the sign up there on the maze-partition wall reads "WOMEN" with "ISRAEL" to the right of it. I must have come out the wrong entrance ... that means this isn't just a public shower but co-ed too!
Why is ISRAEL next to WOMEN?
What does Israel mean?
Is this the correct definition: "In the right path with god. One who prevails with God (Genesis 32:28)"
EL is GOD, as in the archangel names MichaEL, GabriEL, UriEL, RaphiEL ...
So, I walk out and I'm grumbling to myself about how hard is it to find a shower around here when someone calls me over, he's overheard me.
He is dressed slick and he is manning a turnstile by the stairs. He looks exactly like "Victor" in the TV show "Dollhouse".
He is saying for a small fee to pass through the turnstile, which he will pay on my behalf, he can lead me to a shower. Before I can say a word, he has unlocked the turnstile and I am going through. He points over to the left and says, "Walk this way, sir, for the time of your life." He continues walking that way and talking as if I am following him, but I'm not. I see he is leading me to a ... well, what to call it. Like a club with naked women in it and stuff, a strip club or Playboy club.
Whoa, I just want a private shower, I'm sure the girls are pretty and nice but I don't want lust right now, so I move to the right and on down a hallway with rooms on either side.
"Hey, hang on, if you aren't coming in you have to pay me for the turnstile!" He tries to find me, chasing after me down the other hallway. He starts knocking on doors, getting into rooms, harassing the occupants looking for me.
But I know I am safe, he will never find me. I swipe my ID badge next to door #7, step through the threshold, and that's when I wake up!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
A Spy In The House Of Love
note: This title is taken from an episode of "DOLLHOUSE"
I am some kind of spy. I can gather intel. or collate it from other sources in the field. I have and need help. But, right now, I'm practically on my own. This is the final bit of work that needs to be done. I know what to do and I can improvise and roll with the punches!
I walk into the first floor, on through one set of 7 double-doors. But only one will get me through properly, all the others are fake.
I'm in!
I see that this seems to be some kind of study area or cafeteria for a school. I see adults and children (young teens?). I walk right up to one of the men and ask questions as I get close enough for some spy detail work. I choose my body language, tone of voice, and word choice perfectly to illicit information and not be noticed too much.
As I walk towards the back, towards the elevators, I am surprised to see someone I know.
"Sam? Samantha Carr?"
"Yes. Oh hi!"
I am confused because she does not look like her FaceBook picture at all. Plus she's much younger! I get a picture of her FB picture in my head inside the dream.
She has very short hair that is a pale yellow that almost matches the color of her skin. Her hair is very close to her scalp, or is in short bunches of braids, it's hard to tell.
Once I move from her table (she was surrounded by other people), I head straight to the elevators. But at that table there was a change ... for now my clothes are different. I was wearing a suit. Now I am wearing a long sleeve pale blue button-down dress shirt and shorts (or boxers, but I'm pretty sure they are shorts). As I get in the elevator I try to figure out this new dress, eventually I pull the shirt out of my pants so it is not tucked in any more. I think I want to hide the shorts, I'm not sure.
I go to push my button but see it is already pushed. I am in with young adults now: mid-twenties to thirties.
On the ride up (was I going to the 50th floor? I wish I could remember the number of the floor), one of the ladies eyes me up and down with a smile and asks something like "giving or receiving". I forget the phrase but it was opposites like that. With complete confidence I say "giving mainly, but also receiving. I am quite the popular one!"
"Mmm, I just bet you are," she returns.
...
Eventually it's my floor. I walk forward with zero fear and zero doubt, absolutely confident in my task and how to do it no matter what.
My mission: so, what was my mission anyway? What was I to accomplish? I am not sure, but I have some ideas. I was going into this place and I was going to set things right. Either they were going to listen to my sage advice and follow ti and fix things or I was going to make them "pay" justice. One way or another, this place was going to be cleaned up and from this point forward do right or do no more.
WHAT kind of place was this?:
Bottom floor was full of people hungry for knowledge or starving from lack of real food for thought. A place of study, where they could study things but they were also meant to study themselves. It was also a place where I could study them. They could not fathom me because I was Higher Knowledge ... or a better observer or knower of the truth or something I don't really know.
I don't know the difference between the adults and the kids.
At the top floor was like an escort or dating service? It was hard to tell.
more later, maybe! for now, off to work!
I am some kind of spy. I can gather intel. or collate it from other sources in the field. I have and need help. But, right now, I'm practically on my own. This is the final bit of work that needs to be done. I know what to do and I can improvise and roll with the punches!
I walk into the first floor, on through one set of 7 double-doors. But only one will get me through properly, all the others are fake.
I'm in!
I see that this seems to be some kind of study area or cafeteria for a school. I see adults and children (young teens?). I walk right up to one of the men and ask questions as I get close enough for some spy detail work. I choose my body language, tone of voice, and word choice perfectly to illicit information and not be noticed too much.
As I walk towards the back, towards the elevators, I am surprised to see someone I know.
"Sam? Samantha Carr?"
"Yes. Oh hi!"
I am confused because she does not look like her FaceBook picture at all. Plus she's much younger! I get a picture of her FB picture in my head inside the dream.
She has very short hair that is a pale yellow that almost matches the color of her skin. Her hair is very close to her scalp, or is in short bunches of braids, it's hard to tell.
Once I move from her table (she was surrounded by other people), I head straight to the elevators. But at that table there was a change ... for now my clothes are different. I was wearing a suit. Now I am wearing a long sleeve pale blue button-down dress shirt and shorts (or boxers, but I'm pretty sure they are shorts). As I get in the elevator I try to figure out this new dress, eventually I pull the shirt out of my pants so it is not tucked in any more. I think I want to hide the shorts, I'm not sure.
I go to push my button but see it is already pushed. I am in with young adults now: mid-twenties to thirties.
On the ride up (was I going to the 50th floor? I wish I could remember the number of the floor), one of the ladies eyes me up and down with a smile and asks something like "giving or receiving". I forget the phrase but it was opposites like that. With complete confidence I say "giving mainly, but also receiving. I am quite the popular one!"
"Mmm, I just bet you are," she returns.
...
Eventually it's my floor. I walk forward with zero fear and zero doubt, absolutely confident in my task and how to do it no matter what.
My mission: so, what was my mission anyway? What was I to accomplish? I am not sure, but I have some ideas. I was going into this place and I was going to set things right. Either they were going to listen to my sage advice and follow ti and fix things or I was going to make them "pay" justice. One way or another, this place was going to be cleaned up and from this point forward do right or do no more.
WHAT kind of place was this?:
Bottom floor was full of people hungry for knowledge or starving from lack of real food for thought. A place of study, where they could study things but they were also meant to study themselves. It was also a place where I could study them. They could not fathom me because I was Higher Knowledge ... or a better observer or knower of the truth or something I don't really know.
I don't know the difference between the adults and the kids.
At the top floor was like an escort or dating service? It was hard to tell.
more later, maybe! for now, off to work!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Topsy-Kurly, Under Where?
Topsy Kurly
First off, to explain the title. Another online friend calls me "Kurly" and this is meant to be a play on the phrase "Topsy Turvy" of course.
Apparently I am in KC because the name pops up in the dream, but I'm not sure where. I am sitting in a room with a friend from URU. Er, Norway. But I don't know her or call her by her real-world name, but as her URU name! So I didn't call her "Yngvil", I call her "Topsy", and she goes by that name as well! :p
She's sitting in this big comfy chair in front and to the right of mine. She's saying how glad she is to have come here. To America? I ask. No, specifically here, with me. She says she now knows where she came from!
She tells stories of how her essence entered this plane of existence first in KC here, then drifted off elsewhere to be actually born, but now returning here she feels more of a kinship here.
She has different version of her story, or I get clearer answers with follow up questions? All I can recall is the last version. She said something like "I came as a rain drop and I fell softly into that one fountain you showed me and entered the KC water supply."
"But .... I thought you were from Norway, weren't you born there?" I asked curiously.
Slightly agitated, she answers, "Yes, eventually I made my way to the place where I was physically born. But for all intents and purposes I was truly born here."
Meanwhile I sometimes had a book in my lap, and a pen. I was trying to look things up and record things, too. This seemed like a book of my friends, it had their faces and info in it. I was trying to find hers. At the same time, I didn't want to "cheat", I wanted to be able to recall her naturally PLUS she was sitting right there! :D I realized a truth about me was that I was still in shock that she was actually here with me, no longer somewhere else online. So I got a bit anxious then.
I was happy and relaxed to have her over, but once I thought of that stuff, I got a bit nervous and awkward and I felt I was going to be stupid and ask stupid questions and not be observant or relaxed and stuff, which is what happens to me in real life.
I say things like "so ..... you're "Topsy", right? T-o-p-s-y?" You hadn't told me your name when you came in, you just said my name with a big smile on your face and pulled me into a big long hug. I knew you WERE Topsy, but I was nervous now.
"Yes, I'm Topsy." and you said it with an edge of exasperation and hurt in your voice.
But I realized that a kind of "joke" to tell you. I told you "My name is Kurly, so now together we are Topsy Kurly!" We got a big laugh out of that and things got relaxed again and I put my book down and the dream ended as you came to sit in my chair with me.
That was really nice!
***
I don't remember much from this next dream, but I was tired of where I was living with people (family?) and at the end of the dream I was packing up to go, mainly my clothes.
I mention this because it bled into my next dream ...
Under Where?
So now I am in a room. It is a combination of a hotel room, apartment, or part of a house, but MAINLY a very nice hotel room.
I unpack and put my stuff away, mainly clothes but a few other things. I go to bed, but I can't go to sleep right away. I can hear other people for one thing. For another I realize I don't even know what time it is here! So I roll over in the bed to the edge to find some kind of clock. All I see is a modern cordless phone standing up in a stand.
Man this phone is teched out! But simple! It is thin. The screen has all kinds of options on it, but all I want is the time and I am having trouble concentrating and finding the time. I think I finally find it and it says 2:22 AM. NOW I have to figure out how to make it into a wake-up alarm, lol!
So, eventually the phone wakes me up, and i go for a shower. I saw to myself "Boy, this shower really is a show-er!" Because all the walls were clear so anybody could see me. Is that ... water running through the walls? But, I don't have time for modesty, I have to shower! So, I shower and dry myself and wrap a towel around me. Now i see people outside, so I'm nervous. I try to hunker down, and walk that way sometimes. I am looking for my underwear, but I can't seem to find it. I look out the front door and realize I left a satchel out there on the steps!
So I go out there to look inside it, but now there are two young women on the steps, in the way of my bag. I am trying to step around them and quietly open my bag,and at first they are just doing their own thing. (note I am not sure what I'm wearing at this moment, feels like more than just a towel but I'm not sure). The girl in front of my bag giggles at me and asks what I need. I said I need what's under there and pointed towards my bag. "Under where?" she asked, I answered "Underwear, exactly!" and I showed her that I wasn't dressed yet and she got a big laugh out of that. So, she offered to help me look in my bag.
She giggled even more then. "Are you sure this is your bag?" Then she opened up a roomy side pouch and showed me there was only a bunch of panties! I was so shocked and embarrassed, I told her I had MY underwear in there, "she must have put these in here when I wasn't looking." and the young woman laughed and said "no, I put mine in here when you weren't looking. This is my bag, silly!"
First off, to explain the title. Another online friend calls me "Kurly" and this is meant to be a play on the phrase "Topsy Turvy" of course.
Apparently I am in KC because the name pops up in the dream, but I'm not sure where. I am sitting in a room with a friend from URU. Er, Norway. But I don't know her or call her by her real-world name, but as her URU name! So I didn't call her "Yngvil", I call her "Topsy", and she goes by that name as well! :p
She's sitting in this big comfy chair in front and to the right of mine. She's saying how glad she is to have come here. To America? I ask. No, specifically here, with me. She says she now knows where she came from!
She tells stories of how her essence entered this plane of existence first in KC here, then drifted off elsewhere to be actually born, but now returning here she feels more of a kinship here.
She has different version of her story, or I get clearer answers with follow up questions? All I can recall is the last version. She said something like "I came as a rain drop and I fell softly into that one fountain you showed me and entered the KC water supply."
"But .... I thought you were from Norway, weren't you born there?" I asked curiously.
Slightly agitated, she answers, "Yes, eventually I made my way to the place where I was physically born. But for all intents and purposes I was truly born here."
Meanwhile I sometimes had a book in my lap, and a pen. I was trying to look things up and record things, too. This seemed like a book of my friends, it had their faces and info in it. I was trying to find hers. At the same time, I didn't want to "cheat", I wanted to be able to recall her naturally PLUS she was sitting right there! :D I realized a truth about me was that I was still in shock that she was actually here with me, no longer somewhere else online. So I got a bit anxious then.
I was happy and relaxed to have her over, but once I thought of that stuff, I got a bit nervous and awkward and I felt I was going to be stupid and ask stupid questions and not be observant or relaxed and stuff, which is what happens to me in real life.
I say things like "so ..... you're "Topsy", right? T-o-p-s-y?" You hadn't told me your name when you came in, you just said my name with a big smile on your face and pulled me into a big long hug. I knew you WERE Topsy, but I was nervous now.
"Yes, I'm Topsy." and you said it with an edge of exasperation and hurt in your voice.
But I realized that a kind of "joke" to tell you. I told you "My name is Kurly, so now together we are Topsy Kurly!" We got a big laugh out of that and things got relaxed again and I put my book down and the dream ended as you came to sit in my chair with me.
That was really nice!
***
I don't remember much from this next dream, but I was tired of where I was living with people (family?) and at the end of the dream I was packing up to go, mainly my clothes.
I mention this because it bled into my next dream ...
Under Where?
So now I am in a room. It is a combination of a hotel room, apartment, or part of a house, but MAINLY a very nice hotel room.
I unpack and put my stuff away, mainly clothes but a few other things. I go to bed, but I can't go to sleep right away. I can hear other people for one thing. For another I realize I don't even know what time it is here! So I roll over in the bed to the edge to find some kind of clock. All I see is a modern cordless phone standing up in a stand.
Man this phone is teched out! But simple! It is thin. The screen has all kinds of options on it, but all I want is the time and I am having trouble concentrating and finding the time. I think I finally find it and it says 2:22 AM. NOW I have to figure out how to make it into a wake-up alarm, lol!
So, eventually the phone wakes me up, and i go for a shower. I saw to myself "Boy, this shower really is a show-er!" Because all the walls were clear so anybody could see me. Is that ... water running through the walls? But, I don't have time for modesty, I have to shower! So, I shower and dry myself and wrap a towel around me. Now i see people outside, so I'm nervous. I try to hunker down, and walk that way sometimes. I am looking for my underwear, but I can't seem to find it. I look out the front door and realize I left a satchel out there on the steps!
So I go out there to look inside it, but now there are two young women on the steps, in the way of my bag. I am trying to step around them and quietly open my bag,and at first they are just doing their own thing. (note I am not sure what I'm wearing at this moment, feels like more than just a towel but I'm not sure). The girl in front of my bag giggles at me and asks what I need. I said I need what's under there and pointed towards my bag. "Under where?" she asked, I answered "Underwear, exactly!" and I showed her that I wasn't dressed yet and she got a big laugh out of that. So, she offered to help me look in my bag.
She giggled even more then. "Are you sure this is your bag?" Then she opened up a roomy side pouch and showed me there was only a bunch of panties! I was so shocked and embarrassed, I told her I had MY underwear in there, "she must have put these in here when I wasn't looking." and the young woman laughed and said "no, I put mine in here when you weren't looking. This is my bag, silly!"
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
BOL, Lucky Foot Coin
BOL
I was with a guy and a girl. We were out in the sunshine it was a nice Spring day. We were on a slight incline on a mountain with light green on it. There were three wires, like steel cables.
The girl was trying to balance on one of the wires and doing a great job of it when this Ball of Light appeared floating in the sky towards us.
The girl didn't really take much notice of it. She started getting worried and upset and afraid, and the BOL came right down on her and enveloped her!
Then it quietly left and hovered in the sky. It can change shape color and form. It now looks like a black & white soccer (Football) ball!
She said it was nice and good and she felt better, but she didn't want to do that again. She wasn't ready for it.
I volunteered, because it felt OK to me not vampiric or anything. Do, I went out and balanced on the wire. Firstly, in real life I have crap balance, but here I was able to balance with no effort. Then I breathed in and out like yoga and I asked that only if the BOL were non-vampiric and good could it come to me. It enveloped me. I was not straight now, I was either leaning backwards or forwards (I forget which now that I am awake) and it was like a shower! It was cleansing me! It was cleansing my aura and my mind heart and soul. It felt great.
It got offa me and I thanked it and copy pasted some of my energy to it. It happy zipped back into the sky.
****
Lucky Foot Coin
I find a coin in my apartment like place. Before I did I was getting all this bad luck. But as soon as I pick this coin up, all those bad luck things start to turn around to good luck,and more good things happen!
MEANWHILE a woman is sad because she lost her lucky coin. Someone is talking to her comforting her. She says it has something to do with her foot. Like she rubbed it on her foot to make it lucky or something? She is sad because this coin is gone. The Comforter tells her it's OK, don't be sad or greedy, now someone else in need can use the coin. And she can make a new one now. She tried it did not work. Well try now, the timing wasn't right. She tried, it worked! She held her palms together and saw a time where she had a coin in them, and one appeared! She rubbed them first on her corns and they went away.
I was with a guy and a girl. We were out in the sunshine it was a nice Spring day. We were on a slight incline on a mountain with light green on it. There were three wires, like steel cables.
The girl was trying to balance on one of the wires and doing a great job of it when this Ball of Light appeared floating in the sky towards us.
The girl didn't really take much notice of it. She started getting worried and upset and afraid, and the BOL came right down on her and enveloped her!
Then it quietly left and hovered in the sky. It can change shape color and form. It now looks like a black & white soccer (Football) ball!
She said it was nice and good and she felt better, but she didn't want to do that again. She wasn't ready for it.
I volunteered, because it felt OK to me not vampiric or anything. Do, I went out and balanced on the wire. Firstly, in real life I have crap balance, but here I was able to balance with no effort. Then I breathed in and out like yoga and I asked that only if the BOL were non-vampiric and good could it come to me. It enveloped me. I was not straight now, I was either leaning backwards or forwards (I forget which now that I am awake) and it was like a shower! It was cleansing me! It was cleansing my aura and my mind heart and soul. It felt great.
It got offa me and I thanked it and copy pasted some of my energy to it. It happy zipped back into the sky.
****
Lucky Foot Coin
I find a coin in my apartment like place. Before I did I was getting all this bad luck. But as soon as I pick this coin up, all those bad luck things start to turn around to good luck,and more good things happen!
MEANWHILE a woman is sad because she lost her lucky coin. Someone is talking to her comforting her. She says it has something to do with her foot. Like she rubbed it on her foot to make it lucky or something? She is sad because this coin is gone. The Comforter tells her it's OK, don't be sad or greedy, now someone else in need can use the coin. And she can make a new one now. She tried it did not work. Well try now, the timing wasn't right. She tried, it worked! She held her palms together and saw a time where she had a coin in them, and one appeared! She rubbed them first on her corns and they went away.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Hotel Room Clean-up
I had many DreamZZZ last night, and I was again hoping to recall any times I went to help in Haiti, but alas again I am unable to recall anything like that. I hope I'm going, just not remembering. :(
I only have tatters of the ones before. Like one centered around a building. Around the perimeter were ledges of differing heights. I was walking along side another guy when he seemed to fall as we were talking. But he was out of my sight, so it took me a moment to get him in sight again. When I did, he was just fine. That's good because I did not want him to be hurt.
I don't know who he was, but he kind of looked like "Noah Bennett" from the TV show "HEROES".
***
Hotel Room Clean-up
I am in a nice but small hotel room. There is a spacious bedroom with 2 beds in it with enough space between them (another bed could almost fit), a long closet that took up an entire wall, and a spacious bathroom with many amenities BUT I didn't get to go in so I do not know the details.
I think the beds had a patterened red bedspread. Red with thin white figures on it. A repeating pattern like bedspreads have. I don't recall any windows and the beds faced the door which was more on the left side of that wall.
I think when I was first in there, other people were with me. 2-4 others. There were a lot of items inside the room all over the place. In the closet, on top of dressers and night stands, etc.
Now I have two goals. 1) I want to leave the room and go somewhere else (I forget where, but it did not seem to be at an appointed time) 2) straighten this place up before I left.
First thing I do is to try to make myself comfortable for all this moving around. I take my wallet out of my pocket and place it on a dresser. There are other important items there too, like keys and the hotel room key and an iPod. I go around in clean-mode. I look to put things in order, throw some things away, and take some things with me.
Soon I notice that the front door is open. There is a young woman standing out in the hallway looking into this room. I seem to accept her presence. She has dark brown (maybe black?) wavy hair that is sometimes loose and sometimes pulled back into a bun. She is wearing glasses. Her face is like a fairy goes through my dreaming mind, like a rounded heart shape with a cleft chin and her eyes seem bigger than they are physically. They do not look big, but they draw you in and seem to contain worlds and knowledge and mirth. But her aspect was calm. She just stood there. She did not scare me. She was slender, too. We were comfortable with each other.
I asked her if I was in her way. She replied I could take my time, that I was on her way. She seems matter-of-fact.
It also seems that this may be her room, too.
I only have tatters of the ones before. Like one centered around a building. Around the perimeter were ledges of differing heights. I was walking along side another guy when he seemed to fall as we were talking. But he was out of my sight, so it took me a moment to get him in sight again. When I did, he was just fine. That's good because I did not want him to be hurt.
I don't know who he was, but he kind of looked like "Noah Bennett" from the TV show "HEROES".
***
Hotel Room Clean-up
I am in a nice but small hotel room. There is a spacious bedroom with 2 beds in it with enough space between them (another bed could almost fit), a long closet that took up an entire wall, and a spacious bathroom with many amenities BUT I didn't get to go in so I do not know the details.
I think the beds had a patterened red bedspread. Red with thin white figures on it. A repeating pattern like bedspreads have. I don't recall any windows and the beds faced the door which was more on the left side of that wall.
I think when I was first in there, other people were with me. 2-4 others. There were a lot of items inside the room all over the place. In the closet, on top of dressers and night stands, etc.
Now I have two goals. 1) I want to leave the room and go somewhere else (I forget where, but it did not seem to be at an appointed time) 2) straighten this place up before I left.
First thing I do is to try to make myself comfortable for all this moving around. I take my wallet out of my pocket and place it on a dresser. There are other important items there too, like keys and the hotel room key and an iPod. I go around in clean-mode. I look to put things in order, throw some things away, and take some things with me.
Soon I notice that the front door is open. There is a young woman standing out in the hallway looking into this room. I seem to accept her presence. She has dark brown (maybe black?) wavy hair that is sometimes loose and sometimes pulled back into a bun. She is wearing glasses. Her face is like a fairy goes through my dreaming mind, like a rounded heart shape with a cleft chin and her eyes seem bigger than they are physically. They do not look big, but they draw you in and seem to contain worlds and knowledge and mirth. But her aspect was calm. She just stood there. She did not scare me. She was slender, too. We were comfortable with each other.
I asked her if I was in her way. She replied I could take my time, that I was on her way. She seems matter-of-fact.
It also seems that this may be her room, too.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Dreams Repeat Twice - Gill Tank & more
My DreamZZZ kept repeating tonight. Always twice, with slight variations in the second version, and they were not right after each other.
1) Gill Tank
I had dreams about a fish, I forget one of them, but I do recall some from one.
There was this guy talking to me about what another person (male?) did and was questioning in a judging manner. He wanted me to look at this fish tank and I did. I saw one medium sized fish in there and maybe other fish were there too but I focused on the one, mainly like a gold fish. It was in the middle, calm. The water looked clear. The tank was roughly the size and shape of a computer "tower".
He calls it a "gill tank", and it is meant to be used as a temporary place to keep the fish when you are cleaning it's tank. It is also specially designed to clean the fish and other things. But it is meant to be a place you put it until its original tank was ready again, and this person was complaining because the fish owner was usign it as the ONLY tank.
I've never heard of a Gill Tank, sounds like a cool idea, though!
***
2) School Class - Cultural Anthropology & Tardiness
I got in a few minutes late right when the teacher was finishing up getting everybody settled down. I see a pretty sweet smart looking girl, who I thought was also shy, looking at me and smiling at me with the most warm and caring smile I've ever seen. It makes me anxious (what do I do?) but calm (it's all good - from her eyes and smile) at the same time. But then I had to concentrate on the teacher.
****
The second one there is a tall thin white guy with an accent and a kind of grayish-beige duffel-bag backpack thing. He is flusterated, I try to help him. It calms him down and he thanks me. We go into the classroom and we're late. The class is already underway. We scramble to get out out pen notebook and textbook. As I was flipping through I saw a chapter on Dental Hygiene with a wide open mouth full of teeth.
3) Couple On The Run
This is another repeater. In the second one, I am with this girl. This dream is full of mistrust and fear under the surface. There is a Most Wanted couple, and this other guy who may be her brother who is bigger than I am (taller bulkier fatter) comes into the bed room saying he is suspicious that i am the guy in the photo and he wants to turn me in and get me away from his sister. I am innocent and try to tell him. One way is by showing that this guy has a lot of money he got illegally and spent it on a lot of nice things. I showed him my cheap zero frills cell phone. It took awhile, but I think he left convinced to wait for more evidence.
Soon there after the authorities come in. They tell the girl to get on her knees. She says "Idiots. You are hurting yourselves trying to stop us. What you are doing to change to stop us with violence and force is doing far more damage than our act s are, and that is the real damage we want!"
I can't believe it, she's the one in the picture? They have the brother too and it turns out he is not related, but her partner in crime. I'm scared because I am close to this girl and him. But the authorities don't seem to pay me much mind. I don't know what to do so I just try to remain as calm and observant as I can.
3) Movie Info
Another double. Basically this tall thin black guy with mini-dreads (like corn rows but not) comes to the side of me on the road, asking me about an up coming movie. I have the stub so I answer his questions and help him. I am a bit wary of him but help him and I'm nice and nothing bad happens.
1) Gill Tank
I had dreams about a fish, I forget one of them, but I do recall some from one.
There was this guy talking to me about what another person (male?) did and was questioning in a judging manner. He wanted me to look at this fish tank and I did. I saw one medium sized fish in there and maybe other fish were there too but I focused on the one, mainly like a gold fish. It was in the middle, calm. The water looked clear. The tank was roughly the size and shape of a computer "tower".
He calls it a "gill tank", and it is meant to be used as a temporary place to keep the fish when you are cleaning it's tank. It is also specially designed to clean the fish and other things. But it is meant to be a place you put it until its original tank was ready again, and this person was complaining because the fish owner was usign it as the ONLY tank.
I've never heard of a Gill Tank, sounds like a cool idea, though!
***
2) School Class - Cultural Anthropology & Tardiness
I got in a few minutes late right when the teacher was finishing up getting everybody settled down. I see a pretty sweet smart looking girl, who I thought was also shy, looking at me and smiling at me with the most warm and caring smile I've ever seen. It makes me anxious (what do I do?) but calm (it's all good - from her eyes and smile) at the same time. But then I had to concentrate on the teacher.
****
The second one there is a tall thin white guy with an accent and a kind of grayish-beige duffel-bag backpack thing. He is flusterated, I try to help him. It calms him down and he thanks me. We go into the classroom and we're late. The class is already underway. We scramble to get out out pen notebook and textbook. As I was flipping through I saw a chapter on Dental Hygiene with a wide open mouth full of teeth.
3) Couple On The Run
This is another repeater. In the second one, I am with this girl. This dream is full of mistrust and fear under the surface. There is a Most Wanted couple, and this other guy who may be her brother who is bigger than I am (taller bulkier fatter) comes into the bed room saying he is suspicious that i am the guy in the photo and he wants to turn me in and get me away from his sister. I am innocent and try to tell him. One way is by showing that this guy has a lot of money he got illegally and spent it on a lot of nice things. I showed him my cheap zero frills cell phone. It took awhile, but I think he left convinced to wait for more evidence.
Soon there after the authorities come in. They tell the girl to get on her knees. She says "Idiots. You are hurting yourselves trying to stop us. What you are doing to change to stop us with violence and force is doing far more damage than our act s are, and that is the real damage we want!"
I can't believe it, she's the one in the picture? They have the brother too and it turns out he is not related, but her partner in crime. I'm scared because I am close to this girl and him. But the authorities don't seem to pay me much mind. I don't know what to do so I just try to remain as calm and observant as I can.
3) Movie Info
Another double. Basically this tall thin black guy with mini-dreads (like corn rows but not) comes to the side of me on the road, asking me about an up coming movie. I have the stub so I answer his questions and help him. I am a bit wary of him but help him and I'm nice and nothing bad happens.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Getting The Room For Him
pre-note: I have been having a terrible night's sleep as of late. I can go to sleep, but then I'm awoken by either these god-awful nails-on-chalk-board rattling/banging sounds above me that sound like water pipes having a bad time of it I guess ... or a jackhammer running as several very heavy metal desks are dragged along the floor sloooooowly. That and/or noises from the neighbors above, sometimes a dog who sounds pissed, or the TV, all at 1-2 am.
Well, last night it was the rattling that bugged me. And I "wanted out". Not suicide, I say again, but to be able to leave this "game" or whatever this is. I can play a game but leave it for awhile, this "game" we can't leave, so I feel imprisoned and trapped so sometimes it is no fun.
I know someone was in the room a real person not a ghost. But there was nobody. I checked the door. The hinges were on the other side so I know it was a dream.
So at 1:23 am (seriously!) I gave up and got out of bed and had a spot of green tea (decaffeinated) and just sat doing nothing else. Eventually going back to bed .. after checking the door's lock for like the fifth time. Then I woke with a dream where I was in a restaurant, and in a city, and i met an old friend (not in real life, I don't know them in real life) and he asked me to secure him a hotel room that had to do with Iran or something. So I finally found the right one and set up the room for him. Then he wanted to go shopping. He tried on a black dress and a wig :) He was fun. There were a couple other guys trying on woman's clothes in the back, but it was OK they were nice. I was still a bit uncomfortable about it in the dream they were asking me that i should get one of the dresses for "my friend" and I felt they meant you Yngvil. I just smiled an embarrassed smile and stuttered out a kind of no, but they were nice and changed their behavior a bit to make me less anxious. The I woke :p
Well, last night it was the rattling that bugged me. And I "wanted out". Not suicide, I say again, but to be able to leave this "game" or whatever this is. I can play a game but leave it for awhile, this "game" we can't leave, so I feel imprisoned and trapped so sometimes it is no fun.
I know someone was in the room a real person not a ghost. But there was nobody. I checked the door. The hinges were on the other side so I know it was a dream.
So at 1:23 am (seriously!) I gave up and got out of bed and had a spot of green tea (decaffeinated) and just sat doing nothing else. Eventually going back to bed .. after checking the door's lock for like the fifth time. Then I woke with a dream where I was in a restaurant, and in a city, and i met an old friend (not in real life, I don't know them in real life) and he asked me to secure him a hotel room that had to do with Iran or something. So I finally found the right one and set up the room for him. Then he wanted to go shopping. He tried on a black dress and a wig :) He was fun. There were a couple other guys trying on woman's clothes in the back, but it was OK they were nice. I was still a bit uncomfortable about it in the dream they were asking me that i should get one of the dresses for "my friend" and I felt they meant you Yngvil. I just smiled an embarrassed smile and stuttered out a kind of no, but they were nice and changed their behavior a bit to make me less anxious. The I woke :p
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