The Unfortunate Realties

Jail

There was a jail. It was for kids. Someone I know was in the jail. There was a breakout and a big whole in the jail wall. Someone got a car, but the person I knew was trying to do the right thing and keep the car from hurting someone and the kids from escaping. The car slammed into a wall but the guards thought the person I knew was in the wrong and not the kid who actually stole the car during the breakout.

There was also a long winding road with someone driving and making lots of crazy turns.

[The dream seemed to keep replaying over and over at the same points.]

International Affairs

There were soldiers dancing. The one was in the wrong place, he had switched side, but I was told that there should not be triangulation, that the one should be here and the other should be there and that, if it got mixed up, it would be understood and that it was all confusing. Two members of my Temple were there, Deena and Debbie, who had just lost someone. I was trying to comfort them, but because of Debbie's illness, she had to eat through a machine. I asked if I could be of any help. I had to make a report to JB. When asked if it was done, he replied "I can question" if I want to. [Note: I wrote this at 3:30 a.m. so I don't understand all of it, even though it's giving me some images back. And, in reality, Debbie and Deena did just lose someone very recently.]

I was with a group of people and we weren't fitting in. We were in a room and there was a bunch of people there, most of whom I hadn't known before. There was one man there who looked disheveled and he had a lot of acne. He had taken me off to the side to talk to me and he started feeling me up, but with my permission. At first I didn't want him to, but then I had given in and started kissing his neck. There was some dancing going on in the room. There was a meeting taking place. We had to go back to the States and it was a dangerous mission. We were walking in a line and we were pulling a very large whitish creature in a wagon. We all met up in a coffee shop. We were sitting at about 3 small tables all pushed together and there were only 2 of us there, but there were plates for about 6 of us. It turned out the man before had been a woman, but you couldn't tell by looking at her. People kept coming and going.

Bugs, Yuck!!

I don't remember the first part of the dream, but...I was trying to kill bugs that were in the room. Someone else was in there with me, but it was my responsibility. There was a white milipede, there were three huge spiders (although I had only seen the middle one at first, and then I saw the other two), there was a rat (not huge, but still...) YUCK!!!

(Note: Maybe I had this dream because of the dead spider sitting in the corner of the bathroom at work sitting right by the door that you couldn't avoid. Maybe I had it because it's getting close to ant season and I dread ant season - both because of the ants and because of Dave making fun of my little ant issue. Let's see what the dream dictionary has to say about this....

From DreamMoods.com: (Bug To see a bug in your dream, suggests that you are worried about something. It is symbolic of your anxieties and/or fears. What is literally bugging you? Consider also the popular phrase "bitten by the bug" to imply your strong emotional ties or involvement to some activity/interest/hobby. " Hmmmmm........)

Elusive Dream

My mom was in my dream. We kept climbing walls. Each time we climbed a wall, we'd be naked, even though we wouldn't look at each other. After we had climbed to the top, our clothes would just be back on. We were going to these events and we kept driving around strangers. They would just appear. It's was the norm. It wasn't called RideShare, but it was something of that nature. It was a way for people to save on gas, etc., and we were one of the designated drivers. You never knew who would be in the back of your car.

Note: Maybe this dream is about how similar my mom and I are. How much of an idiot I can feel like and how all I really want in life (no matter how much I make them cry) is for my kids to love me. I just get the sense that it's about motherhood.

Surrounded by People

I was at a function, some kind of group and we were meeting in the woods and staying in cabins. It was an extended stay. Four people, one of which was Fran Z. from Temple were willingly turned into vapors, for back of a better word. They just disappeared from the world, never to return again. I couldn't believe that they would allow this to happen to themselves and that everyone stood by watching it happen. I had refused to go to a meeting that everyone was supposed to attend. I felt rebelious. I was kicked out. G was with me and I had to pack everything we owned so that we could leave. We had a lot of stuff and barely any boxes to put it in. I was walking around the cabin trying to figure out how everything is going to fit. I needed to find a suitcase. I had clothes hanging up that I wasn't going to be able to bring. I was trying to get the necessities but packing always takes more room then you think it's going to. I was told I could come back for my things, but I didn't want to have to do that. I was pacing back and forth in the cabin, trying to figure it out.

Then I was at home. People were worried about me. I don't know if I was standing from a high height, but everyone was concerned. People came in the door asking about me but then didn't necessarily see me. I wasn't at my own home and Little One was with me. I was walking in a house that I was thinking about buying and the kitchen layout wasn't working for me. There was an part of the counter that jutted out that you had to constantly walk around to get between the sink and the stove/fridge. There wasn't a lot of cabinet space. The ceilings were so high that I felt too small in the space, but the walls were yellow and I liked that. I opened one of the cabinets and there were drawers on the top of the cabinet, which I thought was odd. The couple that currently lived there had 2 kids and needed more space, which is why they were moving out. They were selling the house on their own, so everyone was home. There was a party going on. Dave and I celebrated separately, but we were both ok with that.

Hair

[Note: This is not me.]

I had a long and involved dream last night, but this is what I remember: My hair was cut short and parted to the other side. It was messy, but in a cute way.