record my dreams

...but where I start to remember …I’m in a fast food shop – like an A&W or something, and I’m with my twin, and we’re waiting in line. It takes forever and the line barely moves, and we’re feeling increasingly impatient.

We start to noisily complain, and then we are in trouble with the authorities. They are hunting for us, and my twin suggests that we use the fire stairs, as normal people wouldn’t think of doing that.

Down down down the fire stairs we go, only catching a glimpse of housekeeping staff and their cleaning cart. Down down until my twin notices that the 18th floor is shaped differently than the rest. We stop there and go through the door…

...which opens into a college classroom. This is a good place to hide, and while everyone else has textbooks and notebooks to take notes, we feel we can be disguised. The professor is starting to distribute the syllabus and talk about the class, and he is interrupted by one of the students, who wants to know if they are still going to evacuate the building because of the intruders (us). The professor says no, that the intruders were caught, and we microrelax because it means that at least if that’s the cover story, not everyone will be looking for us.

He begins the lecture, which is on the Weimar Republic, and I am only half listening. He starts to show a film, but somehow it is not a film, and we are in it. I am being forced to march with others and show a fake enthusiasm for a government that I have no enthusiasm for. But I am afraid I will be caught, so I desperately hang on to this other person in my class, hoping that we are not noticeable. (My twin is gone.)

As we march, it becomes more like a walk, and he and I are more walking arm and arm, not hanging on to each other desperately. He asks me if I want to go to the Polish restaurant. I say I didn’t even know about it. He is both surprised that I haven’t heard of it, and delighted to share it with me.

We walk into the restaurant, which is bustling. I can smell allspice, dill, cabbage (nice, not icky). While we’re waiting to be seated, I remark on how short he is compared to me. Which he is, a good foot shorter. He says it doesn’t matter to him and I say it doesn’t matter to me either, and we’re both delighted. They seat us at our table, and I open the menu.

DREAM OVER. 4 days ago

dreams more recently.

today I was in a two person canoe on the ocean.

we were paddling hard, in a race of some sort. there’s some strong momentum going and I look up to see that there’s a large mirror floating up ahead, that we’re coming quickly up to. this is apparently a sign to turn around and head back.

we do, and then I notice that we’re swamped. that my knees are just visible above the water in the boat. it’s nearly full up with water. 3 weeks ago

I was in the Subaru with my husband and daughter. We were near Mt. Rainier. A huge wall of sand (?) came toward us and buried the car.

The dream caused me to wake up quite fearful. I could think of no way out of being engulfed in sand in the car. After a while I realized that while, being completely covered in sand, it was not dark in the car. Therefore, the layer of sand was not that thick. If the doors or windows could open, we could have gotten out. Only then could I return to sleep.

I am still sort of afraid to go to sleep tonight, the dream was that vivid and that terrifying. 4 weeks ago

Dreamed about work, which seems strange as I am soon leaving my workplace. Well, in my dream was a colleague who had left this kind of work altogether (something I am considering, eventually). 2 months ago

I had this dream twice: of being stuffed into a black cast iron oven, and being accidentally trapped in it. Smoke and heat. People outside of the oven were desperately trying to break the heat-resistant glass to get me out. Both times this segment was the final in a much much longer dream which I do not remember now.

After that, I made an affirmation, which I spoke out loud as well as repeated to myself, that I would have dreams – even if I didn’t remember them – that would leave me waking up feeling refreshed. Then, I decided that might be too narrow, so I did an affirmation of dreams that would support my spiritual development, and the development of all those concerned.

Well, at least I’m not being roasted alive at night any more. 3 months ago

I was in a plane with people I sort of know and a toddler I don’t know. The wing brushed against a building and we had to land.

Any ideas what this might mean? I am taking steps towards having a baby in the next year or so, but I’m not quite steady in my job. I want to travel more; the people I was with seem to have decided not to have kids and just came back from a long exotic trip. 3 months ago

I think this combines what I think I’m pretty good at (writing, analyzing) and what I would like to improve (being in touch with my subconscious).

I am not coordinated when I first wake up, plus I’m super near-sighted. So I am keeping my dream journal on the breakfast table to do while I eat. 4 months ago

It was a long dream, summary.

I was in charge of a group of teenagers. Also a whole bunch of black labradors of all ages – many puppies and their moms.

Long sequence of the dream was walking my beloved bulldog, Buddy. And playing with him, petting him, and having his big snorffly face in mine.

The critical part of the dream was that the group of teenagers were doing everything that they could to get at the labs, who were caged. The dogs were caged up very securely, because the teens were sadistic and cruel.

The teens had found a way to get through the steel of the cages. I was filled with fear. But the main focus of my fear was not the puppies – although I was afraid for them too – my fear was for Buddy.

“Buddy! Buddy!” I burst out of the area with the dog cages and into the extensive city park. “Buddy!” I called, over and over.

And then I saw the smarmy, grinning faces of the group of teens in the distance. They were holding two black kittens with pink ribbons around their necks. And then I knew – they had killed Buddy, and were giving me these kittens to try to win me over, erase their cruel deed in my heart. And I knew that if I didn’t take the kittens from them, that they would torture and kill the kittens, as they had killed Buddy, and had tortured the labs while I was out looking for him.

But I realized that if I accepted the kittens, it would be like accepting their sadism. And I had another fear – that if I got close to them, they would torture and kill me. They were on the other side of the park. I was still far enough away that I could run.

I woke up, still running in my dream, still filled with grief for Buddy.

Thoughts: black an important color – black labs, black kittens.

Labs – not just a kind of dog, but something that is experimental that is being threatened?

Buddy the bulldog? Where does that come from? I don’t own a dog, never have. 4 months ago

I needed to get to a bicycling event. The first part of the dream I was riding my bike up a steep hill and water was streaming down the hill as I was struggling up it.

The dream shifted. I was on a large ship, and to get to the event, I needed to jump from the large ship to one of the smaller boats that was pacing with it. I needed to do this why the ship was still in Puget Sound, as it would turn west through the straits of Juan De Fuca and out to the Pacific, whereas I just needed to get to Anacortes.

Finally, there was a time when my boat was relatively close and the water was calm. I worked my way around the protective barrier on the ship’s deck, and leaped. I did not make it all the way to the boat, and found myself swimming. I was surprised to be swimming, but also surprised that it was not as immediately cold as I had feared. I was wearing a long white flowing gown that wafted in the water. I made it to the boat and pulled myself up on to the deck. I was cold, but not hypothermic. Everyone was glad to see me there. 4 months ago

I locked my husband in the trunk of my car for several hours; didn’t know why he was so pissy about it when I finally let him out.

Also, unsure now how I could have locked him in the trunk of a car that is a station wagon and has no trunk. 4 months ago