I’m outside my mom’s house and it seems kind of dark like twilight or dusk. I walk down the street and in the front yard of a house on the corner, there front yard is filled with giant dark red mushrooms. There must be 30-40 of them, each one at least 16in. across. There’s a woman parked on the street with a large truck and she’s giving away office supplies, all sorts of things. One of the neighbor men comes and takes something that I wanted but I’m taking my time to get only what I need and there’s so much to choose from that I’m trying to plan what’s best for my office.
I’m part of sting operation to bust a guy for something. We’re setting up this elaborate set with extras like a movie and entrap him. I’m a crane operator and camera man, and my job is to get in as close as possible to get everything recorded. The crane that I’m operating is really big and I can maneuver at least 30-40ft. away from the base, and at least that high into the air. I’m supposed to remain unseen. The crane is yellow, and I’m practicing maneuvering it about. I’m in my underwear and a tshirt, and I realize that need to have my gun with him, but I can’t figure out a way to keep it in my underwear so I realize that I’m going to have to put my clothes on so I’m bringing the crane down to the ground while the extra take their parts. When I come to the ground, other people on the team start singing sun dance songs which I’m enjoying, but I’m wondering what it has to do with anything. Then they start playing bluegrass, all very odd.
I get on a black scooter and ride away into the country to go look for other work. I think I’m going to have to go to SF. I’m on a dirt road, riding thru a forest. Every so often I come across a manzanita that’s growing humongous coconuts. Their the size of basketballs and larger. Someone has built trellises for the coconuts that you have to ride underneath and it’s cool to look up at them. I get to a crossroads and I’m sitting there and an older woman comes out and starts talking to me. I tell her what I’m doing and she points to a sign showing where I currently am. Two guys ride by is small soapbox type, open-air vehicles. I notice they’re riding to a little town. It’s charming and quaint, and seems to be near a lake. I look up at the sign and realize that I’m about half-way to SF which is south. The name of where I was reminds me of something to do with water, like Calistoga or Geyserville, but I believe it starts with a “C.” She tells me that this is a good place for work for me. I look over and there’s a market type of shop and I notice they have a large collection of belts and I’m thinking of going in and looking at them. Then, a man walks up with a dog and starts talking to me. I start teasing him and pretending to push him backward. The woman is amazed at how quickly I make friends.
Thoughts: This all seems to be work related. I’m trying to understand if this is a prophetic dream or not but I can’t remember the name of the town where I am.
I’m in a very large building. There’s a long line of people to get in and I go to the front of the line where there’s a black woman, very nicely dressed. She has a beige purse and I walk up and start pulling things out of it while telling her that the line will go faster if you have the large metallic things out of the purse and ready to be scanned. She looks at me incredulously like, “How can you be going thru my purse?” She says a few things to me to that affect and I apologize. I say that I don’t know what came over me and walk away.
Thoughts: Reminds me of saying something to the choir about their ending of a song at church. I thought that it wasn’t my place and I didn’t want to say anything but Corky saw me with a funny expression on my face.
I’m in a room with a bunch of people having a party. I have a cowboy hat that seems to be made out of crispy tortilla or something. There’s a girl that there has a hat that looks like straw. We get into a friendly little bicker or something and I swat her over the head with my hat and it starts to break apart a little. Then I think she hits me with her hat and it starts falling apart. Then I hit her over the head and I go an sit down and my hat crumbles into little pieces. I think, “I’ve had this hat a long time and when this day started, it was still usable. Now, it’s a crumbled mess.” I was kinda sad.
Mel and I are in Paris. We have only the day to do something and I’m wondering where to go. We run into Rebeca at a bus stop. I ask her about where we should go, and even the guy sitting next to her. They don’t know really but mention something about Monet exhibit. We walk away and into a cafe and are standing at the cash register going thru some papers to see if there’s a map. The hostess who’s asian comes up and starts talking to us in French. I tell her we don’t speak French and she continues talking to us. So typical… We leave and walk down the street and into a pub that’s empty but for the bartender who’s black, and obviously American. I ask him where we should go and he doesn’t know. But then I realize, I know Paris. I’ll take care of this.
Next, we’re in a bar and Mel is going to play pool. I’m sitting down and I watch him break. When I stand up to see what’s what, the table is divided into to playing sections and one of them has all white balls on one end. I ask what on earth they’re playing. One of the playing felts is kind of Gingham.
Thoughts: The crumbling hat may be me being really tired at dinner last night.
I’m in some sort of cavern with branching tunnels. There’s a man that reminds me of a Mongolian warrior in there. I know that I’m carrying a sack full of sound healing instruments and they’re very valuable, but only to someone who know how to use them. The warrior seems to be a friend or at least an ally. I walk into a cavern and there’s someone there that could be menacing. He’s dressed like the warrior in furs, and large fur hat, has dark skin and slanted eyes. I’m not clear whether he’s an ally or not but the warrior steps in and helps to sway the man into not harming me.
I’m with Chris and Mel in a shop that Chris owns. He’s wearing a yellow shirt and he’s been really busy with customers coming in. There may even be some sort of conference in the area. I’ve been staying with him and Andrea but we haven’t had time to talk. I had just gotten done eating lunch. Chris looks at me and realizes that we haven’t had any time to talk together. He asks me if I’d like to get lunch but I say that I’ve already eaten. I say that Mel hasn’t eaten tho. Chris looks at my kind of sorry that he’s been so busy but it’s understandable.
I’m doing something with water valves and I have a list of valves that I need to turn off for some reason. I’m going around town doing this. I’m at a particular location and there’s a river running by this building that I’m sitting outside the door to. There’s a group of women around me. I have to pry the door open and when I finally do, I see that little girl sitting at a desk. I realize this is someone’s home and I don’t want to disturb them. I can tell that the door has been sealed shut with foam for insulation so I close it and tell the women that I’m not going to shut off the valve here in this way. I ask where my clipboard is so I can mark off this address and I scan the pile of junk there and find it.
Thoughts: The last dream seems like a body related dream tho I’m not sure what part of the body. Maybe bladder?
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.”
