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All of the T____ family members are having affairs with all of my family members, except me. We're altogether in the same house, which is a modified version of the church my parents used to bring us to when I was six years old. They're all pretending like nothing is going on and they all seem to be fooling each other, however I am the only one that knows who is having an affair with who. It's bedtime, and everyone is settling down for the night ... and making plans for rendezvouses later on. But there are so many people, that it turns out my bed is only a boxspring and doesn't have a mattress. Annoyed and eager to get out of there anyway, I leave and go outside.
It's afternoon and I run into my sister. Oddly, she's not quite herself -- she's rebelling and seems to be a teenager again (IRL she's strict and conservative now ... but she IS 50 now).
She tells me she's running away in kind of a deadpan tone of voice, and I don't stop her.
I arrive at another house. I tell the people who come to greet me at the door that I'm a space alien, and to prove my lie I flap my arms and fly up in the air. But I don't get very high, so I just land on a railing on their roof balcony.
I see an old car lying abandoned not far away, and dream memory tells me it used to be mine. It's an old, sea green and white Chevrolet with a strange extension and distortion to the front of the car that immediately makes my dream memory recall that it's my "long lost UFO!"
(This is almost how it looked like in the dream -- this is a 1958 Chevy 4 Sedan, from -- Classic Auto Rental Services - Ford - Chevy - Cadillac)
I fly over to it, without any trouble flying this time, and put my hand on a dent in the body that's beginning to rust. The metal pops out and the rust vanishes, and the rest of the car turns shiny-looking and new.
I turn around and see my brother's father-in-law standing there, looking even more ill and haggard than he usually does. It occurs to me that I should do the same thing for him that I did for the car. So I place my hand on his hunched back, and he immediately inflates to a better posture; then I place my hands over the lines under his eyes until they go away.
(There was a bunch of unintelligible gibberish on my digital voice recorder at this point that I could not understand, or remember -- so whatever happened at this point is lost.)
I tell someone to take care of my old springer spaniel, W____. My old dog is there and wagging his tail. Suddenly, though, I'm alerted to a fire in the basement of this person's house. I open the door to the basement stairs and see flames licking up the steps. I slam the door and realize that a fire in the building is already out of control.
But everyone besides me is unsure of what to do. Losing all patience with them, I start shouting, "Get out, get out! It's already too late to save the building!"
Flames start coming through the door itself, and they finally agree that it's time to leave. But once we are outside, I look up to the higher floors of the building. With horror I recall that luxury penthouses are at the top, and we did nothing to warn the people up there! I even see one of the penthouse occupants through a window that's the size of a wall. He's lazily strumming a guitar, seeming to enjoy the false peace that he thinks surrounds him.
"Get out, get out!" I try to call up to him.
I wake up.
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A dream in which my mom is there, but I'm not aware that it's a dream and I think that she's still alive. She also seems
unaware of this. Then we're driving somewhere ... much confusion follows. The dream ends in a strange house where
I'm showing her how to weigh a cat. Weigh yourself, then pick up the cat and step on the scales again. Subtract your
(shift) I'm back in college. But I become partially lucid and think to myself, Am I really still in school? Don't I
actually work somewhere now? Then I'm trying to recall where I really live and what I do for a living. I finally
recall that I'm not in college anymore. Just when I start to remember that I work at M__ Hospital in real life, I wake up.
I get up, eat a yogurt, and go back to sleep.
I'm in some kind of campus center where a group of students is bringing a sick fellow student over to me. They're
practically dragging him through the crowd that's present.
"Heal him!" they beg of me.
"OK, OK!" I reply, feeling somewhat pressured. In the dream I seem to have a dream memory that I have healing power
in my hands.
But I'm up on a landing of the staircase that's just above where he is. They try to lift him up to my level, so that I can
place my hands on his chest. But I can't reach him. I try to make it work by pointing my hands in his direction. But it's
no use -- I'm under too much pressure.
I ask everyone except for the sick student to leave so that I can conduct the healing properly. However, the instant I say
that everyone vanishes -- leaving me completely alone in the campus center. I sit down at a table, hoping to make him
materialize in the spot across from me, so that I can try again. But nothing happens and I wake up.
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I'm at a party at some kind of hotel/resort with my extended family. I lose track of my brothers and their families.
But they seem to be trying to get away from me, even though I don't want to consciously acknowledge this. I keep trying
to find them, unable to accept the fact that they don't like me anymore.
I'm carrying a plastic flute glass that's full of champagne. I've got kind of a buzz going with all the alcohol I've already
had. The banquet hall we had been in earlier for the wedding reception is now occupied by another wedding party, a
mostly black group. They're giving toasts to the bride and groom.
I leave, not wanting to intrude on someone else's wedding. I end up on a winding road outside still near the building
complex, but I realize I'm drifting away from where I'm supposed to be.
I finally decide I want to go home, so I head back to try and get back to my room. Even thinking about that makes me
frown, because I'm sharing it with a group of people that were college friends with my brothers, but who I don't actually
know that well. I think, Why am I even here? I'm not having fun, and my family is avoiding me.
I somehow end up beneath the boughs of a large evergreen tree that get so close to the ground that I realize I'll have to
crawl to get out from under them. So I turn around to go back out the way I came in, but I can't find it and the boughs
are even closer to the ground on that side. I decide to just crawl out from under them on that side. I'm still holding my
champagne, not wanting to spill a precious drop.
The dream shifts so that it's the underside of a truck I'm crawling out from under. I'm about to get past the wheel well
and out into the road when I see another truck coming. I stop, not wanting anyone to see me in a suit crawling out from
under a truck -- and holding a glass of champagne.
But the oncoming truck stops and waits for a car coming the opposite direction to turn around. This is taking too long, so
I start shimmying under the truck back to the other side. I try to be careful, because I can feel the polyester material of
my suit pants scraping on the muddy pavement and I realize I may be ruining them.
However, I seem to be getting nowhere -- how come I'm still somewhere underneath the middle of the truck? I freeze in
fear when I hear and feel an ominous rumble -- is that the engine of the truck I'm under starting up?
I wake up, eat a yogurt and some spaghetti sauce, do my email, and go back to sleep.
I find myself in a dream in which I'm highly lucid [I can't seem to remember now what the setting was]. There's also that
strange magnetic feeling in my head that I sometimes feel in dreams -- I don't really know how to explain it. The names
Bullman, Bullpratt, and Bullingsworth go through my head. I shake my head a little back and forth to just partially wake
But as I sense my real body lying in bed, I let myself sink back into the dream again. That magnetic feeling is still in my
head! I think about what I would like to do in this lucid moment. I reach into a black void ahead of me and plead for my
guide to appear. But nothing happens.
I reassess the situation and decide maybe this dream wasn't meant to be one in which I find my guide. I shake my head
back and forth again until I sense my body lying in bed, and then once more let myself go back into the dream. The
magnetic feeling is still very much in my head.
I begin touching different parts of my body that I know need healing. I touch my calves where I've had charlie horses
before; I touch my left knee which I think I'm going to need surgery on pretty soon. I go on right on up to my head, and
when I put my hands there I can feel some kind of energy going into my skull from the palms of my hands.
I wake up.
This dream starts out with an issue that plagued me through all of my teenage years -- my brothers both had very
dominant personalities, and my social life was always considered secondary to theirs. I even had to share their friends!
Lately I've felt more and more like this silly arrangement has to come to an end. I always go to events where they have
reunions of their old friends, but maybe it's time for me to stop feeling like I have to go these things.
The second dream seemed to be tapping into something unusual again, with this strange "magnetic" feeling that I had in
my head. I do have rows of magnets lined up on my bedside table at the head of my bed....