Date of dream: Saturday, May 15, 2004
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I have this party girl, crazy type of girlfriend. She has three kids and is out partying with one of her
girlfriends instead of home with them. I see her at a party and ask her if the kids are with someone.
Her lack of response lets me know she has left them at home by themselves. I get really angry and
take off for home.
I am on my motorcyle. I am a bit buzzed from partying myself. I am negotiating a way home I feel
instinctively I have taken before. It is through lots of dirt type roads with jumps/bumps/turns/etc. Part
of it goes through a farmers field. There is a slush like partially melted snow. I keep nearly dropping
the bike but pulling it out of slides by goosing it a bit. (This reminds me a bit of what I went through
with my bike on a long, deep sand, road I negotiated going out to Tikaboo Peak).
I get to our home, which is up on a pole in the air. The Police are there at the request of my girlfriend.
She is getting all her stuff and moving out. I am very relieved. Not the emotion I thought I would be
feeling.
After she is gone I am up in my home seeing what is left. A friend is there with me helping me to take
stock of everything. We are sitting there just thinking. I am looking out a gap where you can see
everything down below. I tell him I should get a rope so I can get down quicker. He tells me using a
rope could be dangerous as it could break. I tell him I could get a pulley and use it to raise and lower
myself. He tells me how smart that idea is.
Date of dream: Monday, July 28, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I am trying to visit my father. Not from this life, but another. I am much younger. About twelve.
Society is alot different now. It's the future, but if you aren't rich you don't have all the luxurys that
technology has afforded the wealthy. My father is wanted for crimes against the state. He is kind of
like a future times Robin Hood. There is a real ass of a cop that is trying to catch him. He is following
me to try and catch my dad.
My dad has many outlaw friends that are trying to help me find him. One in particular says he knows
where he is and tells me to go to an apartment complex and look for the apartment with the hole. I am
not sure what he means but think I can figure it out when I get there. I notice a man with a mustache
following me. I think it might be the cop so I go to another apartment in the complex. He busts in and
starts cuffing up the man that lives there. I use the diversion to go to the apartment with the hole. I
see a strange sqare chimney stack type dealio sticking out of the top of one of the rows of apartments
and figure that must be it. I knock on the door closest to in front of it. I tell them I am looking for my
father. They tell me to wait. One of my father's friends comes around from the side and takes me
through the middle of the apartments in like an alley. We climb through the top of the hole and down
into an apartment. There is a couple of people there. They seem quite pleased and joke about how
their apartment has no door, so the police can't find them. They tell me dad isn't there and thought
that I was already with him. I am disappointed I couldn't find him.
Date of dream: Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I am friends with a woman who must give up her young daughter to what she believes is a very good
place. Her daughter seems to be around five or six years old. They put her in a very nice room. The
next day I see that they have transferred her into a cage that isnâ??t even tall enough for her to stand
up. It disturbs me to no end. For some reason I am employed by the man who runs the place. I use
his daughterâ??s truck and grab the girl from her cage. I tell her everything is going to be okay. We get
in the truck and start driving away. The bossâ??s daughter sees us and starts to give chase in an all
terrain vehicle. I try to lose them in a junkyard. I start running into some of the cars and junk laying
around. I get a bit of a lead but then really wreck it good. I tell the little girl to run and hide in one of
the cars and Iâ??ll be back to get her.
I leave on foot and go back to the place where I worked. I see a black officer and tell him I need his
help. I tell him he isnâ??t who I think I am and the story of the little girl. I tell him that he introduced me
to the boss as another person and I had been using that identity even though I am really this whole
other person. As I am telling him this I notice a Native American man is trying hard to overhear us.
The officer is now a woman though.
We go through the casino I used to work in and a couple of the women there tell me to give them a
call. The female officer is kind of ribbing me about this and for some reason I defend myself. Itâ??s
almost as if the female officer is interested in more than just helping me with this situation.
We drive to the junkyard and it has been almost completely emptied. I am really upset and telling the
officer that they must have gotten rid of all the cars just in case I called the police, so I would look as if
I was crazy. They were running an illegal child abduction agency, and needed to protect themselves.
There was one vehicle left in the junkyard. Lo and behold she was inside it. I get her out and tell her
that the nice policewoman and I would make sure she was safe. We drive to an intersection. We stop
to get out. There is a huge man with a leather strap walking menacingly towards us. I look around and
see there is a woman with a leather strap coming towards us from the opposite direction. I run with the
little girl, who has now become a kitten in my hands into a bar across the street. I am so out of breath
and scared that I can only whisper help to all these cowboys in the bar. I look back outside and notice
that this strapping is happening as a sort of show outside. We were in no real danger after all.
