Date of dream: Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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I'm with a group of people that are leaving a building that reminds me of the church I used to go to when I was very young, the same green trees and quiet neighborhood surrounding us. There's something in my trunk that I need to get so I fall behind the group. I get into the car and make a three point turn, going in the opposite direction as all my dream friends.
I turn onto a narrow dirt road that looks newly constructed. The road goes in a perfectly straight line up and down several sets of increasing hills. The road also seems a bit like a bridge that is leading me into England, I marvel at the English road construction. I crest the last hill and see that there is a steep drop off that leads down onto a beach. It frightens me a little, but what can I do? I'm already on the road and it's too narrow to turn back. I brake down the hill safely and make a right turn onto the beach. I think I should remember this, the neighborhood should be familiar to me but there is new construction which makes me feel a little lost.
I'm on foot now and wandering through a crowded marketplace on an upper tier in England. Workmen are slinging things around haphazardly and I wonder that there aren't more lawsuits, some one could get hurt! I see a train station and I think about S and how he knows all the secret train signals. It makes me feel important to know him.
I pass by a table where a chef is announcing that he makes 170 a week, 170 POUNDS he proudly explains. There is a smiling girl with him and another fellow or two, all exclaiming over the chef's good fortune. The girl laughs and says that should be 170 pounds Welsh, then amends it..no..it's 170 pounds LARCH!! She is laughing and the chef is blushing, happy.
There are two detectives looking at a map. They are trying to track a notorious drug user, a woman who's been tricking pharmacists into give her powerful chemotherapy drugs. This sounds familiar to me and I mention to the detectives that there was such a case 30 years ago in Wisconsin and Illinois. In that case, the drug user posed as a woman, but turned out to be a man. The detectives nodded, it's a well-known psychological illness. Such men who pretend to be women with cancer are called skags. I wonder if the same guy that had been in the states so long ago was now the one causing trouble here in England.
Date of dream: Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Fifteen young men spent fifteen years acting as volunteer firemen for a certain village. Simultaneously, a strong farmer would plow his field every spring with the help of a black bull. After fifteen long years, the bull died and the fifteen young men became full fledged firefighters. I saw the dead bull in a small diorama, his sleek black body wedged into the soil like a piece of granite.
In my hands were the fifteen tails of the bull, one for each of the years he worked the soil. The tails had the appearance of being braided leather, some were smoother than others, some were curled. Thirteen of the tails were deep brown, the last two were white as snow.
In a huge barn like structure several people were being held, including myself, my (real)daughter Rae and my (real)husband Greg. I glanced over to my right. Two people were being held there, actually restrained with complicated leather harnesses. I turned back to Rae and Greg, blinking slowly. I would not be able to stand this I knew. One of our captors, a young girl with short hair, was sitting near me. I raised my hand, waiting until she acknowledged me. "Excuse me", I said in a quiet voice when she called on me, "may I please use the bathroom?" The girl nodded and I very carefully slipped out of my position, moving with as little commotion as possible so as not to draw attention to myself. I turned back to Rae and Greg, mouthing the words, *I love you* to each of them. I had no intention of returning from the bathroom, it was my plan to make a run for it. They both nodded to me, understanding without any need for words.
Once outside the barn, I began to run through the grey/green landscape. A soft mist was raining down on unbelievably lush foliage. The further away from the barn I got, the more I regretted my decision. I stopped, headed for the bathroom that I knew was in the main house. Once there, I talked myself into going back. I reasoned with myself that it might be an interesting experiment to see how long I could last in the role of a submissive. Maybe I would even like it! Doubtful, but there's always room for maybe.
I headed back to the barn with a resolute step. Once inside, I tossed a keyring back to one of the nuns (their first appearance in the dream, but they were the ones in charge). There was a general uproar of exclamation that I'd come back. I sought out the head nun to ask her forgiveness. I found her soon enough, people were behind me explaining how I'd tricked Sister *whoever* (can't remember her name) into giving me the keys. I interrupted the chaotic storytelling with a simple, "Would you please forgive me?" The nun, a surprisingly tiny and paley weak looking woman haughtily shook her head no, she would do no such thing as forgive me. Ever.
Date of dream: Monday, July 28, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(In the dream) I wake up a little bit, but I feel so heavily sleepy and confused. It's my bedroom, but I'm aware that the office that I work in is right outside the bedroom door. My boss is standing next to the bed, leaning over and whispering my name, "Sharon..wake up. Sharon...wake up." I mumble something to the effect of "No way in hell."
Even thought I'm still so sleepy and confused, I'm aware that someone scheduled a patient for the middle of the night, they had an 11:30 p.m. appointment. The patient is from waking life, his wife suffers with multiple sclerosis and she is the one we have to see next. Apparently her partial broke and it's up to us to fix it. I'm aware the my boss somehow managed to take care of the man by himself, but he needs me to help with the man's wife. I refuse, I know I could wake myself up if I wanted to, but I just point blank refuse.
A little while later my boss returns to bed and gets in behind me, spooning up against me. This only strikes me as a little bit odd, I wonder for a moment if I'm somehow confusing my boss with my husband, ALMOST I'm aware that I'm dreaming, but not quite. I wake up enough to have a quiet sleepy conversation with my boss about the absolute bizarreness of scheduling a patient in the middle of the night, who would do such a thing? I feel total justification in not getting out of bed to help, the very idea!
