I’m shuttled by a military organization to a large sea baring vessel. I’m going to be part of some experiments and observations of special powers. I spin myself off of the transport craft with a duffel bag so there’s no need to land it for me but they have to for others. I’m able to jump at least 100ft. in the air and probably 200ft. in distance. I can modify my structure into just about any shape. People don’t really know much about what I can do. There are a lot of other persons who special powers on the vessel. Many are young teens. The organization wants to put people to a monitored test, kind of like a hunt to track someone down that’s missing and the first team to find them wins. But it’s more about how they use their powers, and they can do things to disable the other teams. I get assigned to the Kaepernick team. They don’t know who I am and what I can do but someone catches on and they’re asked to escort me to make sure that nothing happens to me by the others teams because I’m new and don’t know the ropes. I have to pee really bad so I’m looking for a restroom while this person assigned to me keeps track of me. Later, I’m in a coffee shop with a woman from my team. We’ve just met but we’re getting along really well. She’s looking for something to buy while I go and sit down on a stool at a high table. Another team member comes up and asks me how it is that I’m getting along with her so well. Apparently he likes her and asks me how to get closer to her. I say, “You have to be vulnerable to show her who you really are. Don’t show interest in her sexually because she really wants to know who you are without that. Be funny and lighthearted. Truly show interest in her and what she’s interested in, likes, and dislikes.” I say some other things and notice how commanding and assured I feel talking about his. It’s not exactly how my personality is I don’t think so it feels so good.
I’m in a bedroom at Sam’s house. The house is kind of messy. I’m pulling a backpack out from under the bed. I want to get moving and go to my mom’s house. I don’t think anyone is home and I’m in the bathroom masturbating but I’m really kind of frustrated with being there. I hear a knock on the door as it appears Sam and the guy who lives with her have come home. When I look at the door, I notice that it’s open a crack and wonder if anyone looked through. Oh well, nothing I can do now. I zip up and walk out, back to my room. Switch – I’m riding my bicycle around the block of my mom’s house. I’m doing a wheelie all the way around the block. It feels really good to have that kind of control over my balance because I’ve never considered my balance to be really good. I get back to the garage where Brad is. I ask him where I should hang the bike and he points to hooks hanging from the ceiling. I tell him about my wheelie and how good it feels.
I’m sitting on the ground with some other folks. A regime of droids and soldiers comes by. A dark orange colored torus shaped machine about the size around of large serving plates comes toward me. It delivers a message that it has important information that needs to be released. I want to help it. One of the soldiers that’s physically connected to a machines sees the torus machine get away so I take it to a large shelf unit of other parts and things nearby and put it in the location of 2060 so that it won’t be noticed. One of the droids that I’m with slyly goes over to the soldier and attempts to speak to it in a machine language and reprogram it’s memory to forget what it saw. The captain notices what is happening and I comment to him that our droid is sharing information about something it saw that the soldier might be interested in. Whew. Close call.
I’m with Mel and we’re talking to a martial arts master who is setting up a station for his students to have access to weapons and materials for training and demonstration. We’re walking on the tables. I’m telling the master that I’d like to study martial arts but haven’t had time. I tell him that I have other abilities based on the first dream I had. I have him look over to what looks like a stop sign about 100ft. away except that it has the number “40” on it. I tell him that I can jump all the way from here to there. He’s impressed and wants to see me do that.
I’m with Marcel at a house and we’ve just had a fire and lost everything including the camper. I’m pretty bummed and wondering what to do next. Papiba is running a restaurant and has asked Marcel to move stuff so there’s an opportunity to make some money. Next, we’re loading things onto a big flatbed truck. There are small containers that need to be stacked. I’m wondering what else we can do.
I’m going out to a raft with a man and a woman. We climb on and there’s a little trouble pushing off. I tell the woman to grab an ore so that we can steer. Once we get out into the water, I pull out a blue flute. Another guy pulls out a flute. I go to play mine and can for about 20 seconds and then it sounds terrible. The guy looks at me and says that it might be broken. He asks if I played the sacred song “Babambalayo.” I say yes. He tells me that you can’t play the sacred song and that’s why my flute broke. He tells me that the same thing happened to him. He shows me the part that’s broken and I get it out of the flute. I’m considering how I can fix this.
I’m in a restaurant and there’s a contest. I think I’m an older woman who at some point in time purchased some handcuffs with straps attached to them. In the contest, if someone has the receipt to these handcuffs, they win a lot of money. I owned the cuffs years ago but had since given them away or something. The people who now own the cuffs and who could win this contest need the receipt but I don’t want to give it up to them or share with them. They get up leave and when they do, another woman who know that I have the receipt for them prompts me to come over to her. She says, “If everyone’s a loser, there’s no winner.” She gives me the cuffs so that I can claim the prize.
I’m riding a motorcycle down a road and I know that it’s going to be a very long road and I’ll be riding into the night. I look down at my hands and realize that I don’t have any gloves and it’s going to get really cold. I’m considering what I can do about this and where I can get some gloves. There’s a little bit of concern about money.
I’m fighting a dragon with some other people. We conquer the dragon and it crashes into the parking lot of gas station. I’m doing some research and I realize that the dragon is going to replicated itself. I’m trying to text this to someone but it’s too late. Another dragon comes to life. I’m trying to get across the street to the gas station but it’s a very busy road and intersection and cars keep crashing or almost hitting me every time I run out into the street to cross the boulevard.
I’m on the grounds of a big beautiful house. The man that I’m with has purchased it recently. I think he’s Arab and has a large number of people coming and going. At one point, I think I’m alone and walking around with the animals. There are bears, hogs, dogs, elephants and possibly more. At some point I’m with the man and we seem to have an intimate relationship. I’m at his desk and he’s talking about eventually getting rid of the animals which came with the place and I’m trying to talk him out of it. There’s a physical connection between us as we’re affectionately petting each other but it’s not a serious thing. In fact, we’re walking with some other people and looking at the indoor pool which has the master suite above it and he’s talking about making sure that the room accommodates a queen to have his children. The house is beautiful. Later on, I’m alone again, and I walk by the front door and notice that there’s a series of carnival coaches in front of the house. There are a lot of voluptuous women about. I’m looking for the bathroom but they’re all occupied with one or more women making themselves up. The place seems packed. I go every bathroom I know but it’s occupied until I go to one that I usually avoid because it’s hard to get to in the house and it’s available. I walk in and notice that everything in the bathroom is meant to accommodate a woman with physical challenges, probably due to age. There are bars everywhere for walking assistance and the toilet itself is raised with a special seat, but I really need to go.
I’m standing with what looks like a small bonsai tree but I think it’s actually a plant that resembles a tree, and it’s not planted in anything. I’m applying heat to it with a torch at its base, and it’s slowing turning bright red. When I’m done, I notice Lauri is there and we start singing the Lumineers’ song “Dead Sea”, except that we changed the words to “red tree.”
There’s an illegal poker contingency going on. These dealers have their own groups of the players in some large abandoned warehouse area but they’re playing outside. I’ve been hired as a sort of guard or mercinary. I’m in my dad’s El Dorado. I’ve been told that it’s best to dry up this parking garage and be in a perch up high in a building nearby. I drive the car up the ramps and it’s really tight for such a large car. Once up there, I really don’t think it’s as good as I’ve been told. The sight line is just alright but we’re actually rather far from the action should anything weird go down. I’m talking with this other guy who reminds me of He-Man. We told agree that this sucks and would rather go down and patrol. I get in the car and go back down to park it below. I put all my stuff in the trunk but suddenly realize I have two kittens to deal with. I shift things around in the trunk and put them in. I walk into part of the building and see a stack of underwear. I get a glimpse of the dealer that I’m working for as he’s ending a shift.
I have Wrigley in the backyard of this house. Then, we’re in the hallway of another house. She comes out with a zuccini that she’s been chawing on. It’s so good to see her. Her fur feels like she’s been freshly washed. I start petting her and I’m so happy to be with her.
Chris V. comes to do repair work in the house. When he’s leaving, he goes out the front door as his truck is in front of the house. He’s a bit younger. I’m helping carry his tools out to the truck which is challenging because the front yard is not like a river bed. There are lots of river rocks and rivulets running thru the yard. We make it to Chris’ truck and he takes off. As I head back to the house, I noticed large dirt mounds in front of it. I think to myself that this is a very different look for the yard.
Talking about the dream later, I consider the possibility that Chris is asking to be helped to the other side.
I’m with an asian woman out in the countryside. It’s a beautiful day. We witness a chase between a black helicopter like craft that’s being chased by three smaller crafts. They make some pretty impressive maneuvers in the sky and then on of the smaller crafts collides with the helicopter and brings it down. They’re after a person in the helicopter and they take that person. It’s like an X-men thing. I’m suddenly engaged inside and outside (3rd person) with a black stealth craft with 5 people on board in suits and it’s taking off from a port very high up a tall, craggy mountain, I think with a prisoner, or they were rescued.
I’m in an office with some people. Something is going on and it’s shaking people up but I’m not really fazed by it. I’m more interested in speaking with Tim C. I find him and have a conversation with him.
I’m with a group of women and they’re getting ready to share a chicken song from a N.A. man named something.. Pit Bull. I thought it was an odd name for a man to be named after a breed of dog. I asked if I could record the song and they said yes but by the time they started singing I realized that I already knew the song.
I’m on the street, possibly in a gas station. I watch this bright red jeep pull into nearby driveway and jump up in the air and land but disappear rather than crash. I’m astounded and go over to investigate and find that when the jeep hit the ground, it perfectly parked itself in an automotive garage. I’m with one of the women from the song group and we went and investigated the jeep. The suspension had been completely rebuilt and was impressive. The only thing I find strange is that rather than have 4x tires on the front, they’re rugged street tires. Finally, the woman who owns the jeep come out. She’s really young, around 20, blonde and small framed. She brings me inside the jeep and shows me all the electronics and radios she has while she tells me about putting the jeep together. I notice that there’s a trickle of smoke and a small fire inside one of the components. Not good. She pushes some button and dislodges a black ooze that puts out the fire but also seems to disable the equipment.