I’m with a woman who is in charge of a programming project to create a virtual world. It doesn’t seem to be and incredibly large world so there aren’t that many people but they’re creating each person individually with their own set of procedures. I’m trying to convince her to do an OOP approach where every human is getting a super set of instructions and then the individualistic features can be added on later. It’s taking a while to do this and some programmers are complaining that it’s taking too long and she considering cutting the OOP approach and going back to procedural. I’m convincing her of this OOP approach with anecdotes, but it’s difficult.
I’m driving along in a countryside looking at homes in the daylight. We’re buying one and we’re with the real estate agent. I don’t see him as all I see are the homes. We have the money to do this and we’re happy about the move but we’re a little concerned with the economy or something that I’m having a hard time putting my finger on.
I’m riding toward a destination on a skateboard or something like that at night. It’s dark and I’m going against traffic but I’m almost there.
Thoughts: The countryside is the same place where there is an old country store and apartments on the corner where I’ve lived in dreamland.
I’m with my dad outside someone’s house while he’s working on a car. He asks me if I’ll get him some iced tea from the house. I go in the house and there are a lot of people in there, that I mostly don’t know, but they’re family. I start looking for cups and the iced tea. It’s really crowded and I’m waiting to get the opportunity to open cupboard doors in a central counter while people are talking to me. Finally, I get a cup and run into a woman. She’s kinda short with straight dark hair and says her name is Diane or Diana. I realize she’s my aunt who passed away and I never met. I introduce myself to her.
Thoughts: I was initially working with 3-4 dreams but I can’t recall the others now. I need to write them down immediately upon getting up. One of the others was SO strong that I’m amazed that I can’t see it now.
I’m in Chris’ house across the street and Kirby and Wrigley are there. I talk with Kirby a little but then lay on the floor with Wrigley and curl up with her. I’m stroking her and petting her and she’s just laying there soaking it up. At some point I expect that she’s going to pick up her head to see what Kirby’s doing but she doesn’t. She’s too content and this makes me happy.
I’m on a large estate with sprawling green lawns. There’s a pool in the shade of a large shady gazebo. The pool is actually pretty large and it’s lined with beautiful tiles made from shells and other items that are mainly different shades of green. There’s someone there to do the daily chore of waxing the tiles to make them more slick so they don’t scratch anyone. It’s a laborious process and they don’t drain the water.
I’m having a vision while working with hypnosis. It’s of a large ramp that’s made from stone and there’s a warrior at the top defending the top of the ramp. I’m looking at it from a great distance.
I’m on a grassy knoll or hill. I realize I’m living here and this is my yard. I cross a fence and descend some steps and realize that they neighbors are hanging their laundry and that I’ve crossed over into their yard so I quietly go back up the steps into my yard. Then I look across to another hill that has a tiny creek running around the outside and there’s a small path with a cute little Japanese style bridge crossing the creek. I think to myself that that would be a wonderful place to play guitar and I’m thinking about going over there. There is a guy and a girl there doing something and I don’t want to impose upon them. Next, someone it playing the recording of song for me. The vocals are really rough, yet strangely beautiful. The instrumentation fades as the song ends, and it sounds really organic as each instruments fades out of the song.
Thoughts: The steps were these really disjointed heights similar to another dream I had recently. That’s interesting.
I’m at some sort of concert practice or something. There’s a group of black singers. They kind of abandon me and I feel bad so I leave and walk down the street in a warehouse district while the singers walk to a different warehouse complex. I get to the corner where the light is. A little brown car pulls up and a guy starts throwing me intimidating looks. I start to back up ‘cos I don’t want any trouble. But then, another guy gets out and also starts throwing me some looks. I back up a little more and start walking backwards. Then the two guys get out these really large chrome plated fork weapons and start to come after me.
I wake late, it’s 8:15 and I’m supposed to be in class at 8. I also have some things that need to get done so I’m really torn about going. I eat something and there are a couple of people I’m talking with. I finally leave for class. I’m on a dirt road heading thru some hills and a I veer to the left and come upon two buildings. It’s 9:20. I’m really late now but I still want to get what I can. The class is moving from the building on the right to the building on the left as I arrive and a join them.
I’m talking to someone and there’s a Clint Eastwood movie getting ready to start. I say, “Oh, I love this movie but I can’t remember the name of it. I think it’s called Cat or something.” The credits come up and it’s called, “Crowkill.”
I have a large mansion, 5 stories tall. It’s time to let go of it and all the things in it so I set it on fire on the left corner of the house, kind of underneath the overhang of the second floor on a porch or entrance area. The fire starts easily but suddenly I realize that I forgot to get my clothes out of the closet of my room. I go around the right side of the house and go in and start heading up the stairway to the second floor corner where my room is. However, when I get there, it’s not my room. I’m confused and think, well, maybe my room is on the third floor so I go up the stairs and start running into other people that are trying to clear their things out of the house. I get to the corner room, but again it’s not mine. I start up to the fourth floor, same thing. I start asking people if they know where my room is but no one really knows. I recall that out the window, I used to be able to look over the cemetery across the street from a particular vantage point and I’m in the center of the house looking out the window a realizing that the angle’s completely wrong from this point of view. So, I head back down to the bottom of the house to start over again. I’m really concerned that the house is burning and I haven’t gotten what I need out of it and I’m also realizing that the other people aren’t finished either.
I don’t recall if this is the a separate dream, but I think I have what I can get from the house. I’m at the big dark dirt spiral that has the canyon and leads off into the green mountains. It’s feeling very large and I’m traveling.
It’s very early in the morning, just before sunrise. I’m down in the plains of the area of society, but it’s a nice part, a park. I think there’s going to be a gathering of some sort coming. There are people camped, waiting. I’m passing by and see statues of people made out of what looks like cement and palm bark. There’s a mist or fog hovering in the air.
I’m asked to participate in a ceremony. There’s a large black jacket that an army jacket that has really short sleeves and they’ve asked me to unzip them and put it on. I’m supposed to represent the west. I recall that I know a perfect west song but I can’t recall what it is. I keep thinking of the letter “k” and the Wakinyan. I decide to go to the bathroom. It’s dark and I pull out my cell phone and I’m looking for the song to listen to it. The person who used the bathroom previous to me didn’t flush.
I’m in a different country and I come across an ice cream parlor. I go in and it’s a completely different world. There’s a park and I’m walking along and come across a beautiful rock with different colours of red and green, very pale. There are crystals in the rock and I discover a yellow bird that reminds me of Tweety. It’s so precious as it actually smiles at me. I reach down and try to pose it so I can take a picture and I realize that there are fountains in the background that I want to time into the picture. One of the pictures, there’s actually a wave that goes by. I start to walk around some more and notice at one point there were jumps made in the dirt for bicycles but the city has come in and put in structures and chains to stop kids from jumping. It’s a shame that this has happened and the more I look around, I discover that the person responsible has created an office here. I walk into the office and it’s really ornate. It seems to be mostly Chinese artistry, but there are a lot of elephant motifs and a lot of red and gold. I walk out of the office and head over the ice cream parlor area. I have to climb down to it on some really strange stair constructions and I’m mostly just jumping down about 3-4 feet at a time, and holding onto ledges. I get into the parlor and sit down with Andy. I ask her what she wants to get. She wants ice cream, something with chocolate in it, but she also wants chocolate condors as a topping. I get up and place the order. I ask if that have chocolate condors but they don’t. The young man is offering something else.
