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DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

OK. Two very odd dreams. I mean, they're fairly mundane but why I had them is odd.

First dream is an Indian family in a teepee. They just got a new buffalo hide to use for bedding and they're checking it out approvingly. That's it. That's the dream.

Second dream, I was actually in. Took the car into a shop for some kind of suspension/tire work. While they're working on it it is important for me to insure that I'll be able to use a jack on it when I get it home. I think I had some extra stuff I wanted to do that the shop wouldn't do for whatever reason. Meanwhile an insurance guy is checking in on the work on the car in the bay next to mine to be sure it is driveable and safe when they're done. Then maybe, just as the dream was ending, I got a look at my car and it wasn't anything like my car--or even any car anyone would want. It was almost like actual version of a minivan made out of clay by a little kid.
 
Last night was the more mundane living in shared, dormitory style housing. Realize the closet for storing guns has a big sliding window to the adjacent unit--but I'm already out the door when I realize it and don't have time to go back. Then my roommate has to raid some building, since I'm there I decide to help but someone has swapped the mags for my AR15s for empty ones. Can't find any that are loaded and will fit in the magazine well so I finally just decide to grab my shotgun, which I suspect only has one round in it. Things were uneventful and no shots had to be fired. Got home and it turned out there actually were bars on the window for the closet but then I couldn't find any of my guns.
 
Crap. Lost a lot of detail already. My good dreams almost always come in the morning. Woke up before the alarm and thought about getting up. Looked at the clock and it was 6:19 so I was like "fuck that, I'd rather lay in bed awake for an hour or so," and then had a dream. Something about property managers and renters and an apartment, where each of the renters was getting different deals and came with different baggage and the local government was creating headaches for the property owners. So basically, real life.
 
Gah. I wish I could remember more of this one. It was extended and, in some way, loosely linked. The bit I remember, I'm walkin...nope. It's coming back. I'm kind of a Barney Stinson from "How I Met Your Mother" character and for some reason I'm creepy stalking this girl. Like, I stole her phone. It was one of those late model dumb phones, from just before the iPhone came out, where companies were trying to figure out how to differentiate their product so it was shaped a bit like a small TV remote with a shiny black plastic bezel on the entire front and the back was kind of a rose metallic. Anyway, I go stand outside her apartment and call her roommate from her phone while they're both home. He asks her why she's calling him and they have the expected conversation while he answers the phone. I don't say anything, just play Johnny Cash over the phone ("I Walk The Line"?) while leaving the apartment. She pretty quickly figures out what's going on and storms out to confront me. I've stupidly walked in the wrong direction and she's between me and my car so I need to walk fast enough to outdistance her and circle the block without calling attention to myself. It's a bad neighborhood and, like, 3 guys see how I'm dressed and decide they're going to rob me. So now I've got to walk faster than them (because for some reason, running would be inappropriate). They're closing on me, but I've got my hand in my coat. It's sticking in the pocket while I'm trying to get it out so they decide I have a gun and back off. But pretty soon they see an opportunity and jump me. While I'm trying to keep from being slashed by a pair that are working together, the other guy grabs the gun out of my coat pocket (because suddenly, now there IS a gun in my pocket). I grab his hand and get the gun positioned so it won't shoot me and try to pull the trigger. Of course it won't shoot. So I flip the safety off and try again. And again. Like, 3-4 times. I'm getting a good heavy squeeze, but when it gets as far back as it will go, the sear doesn't release. At this point I go "Oh, right. Because I'm dreaming and my guns almost never work in my dreams." At that point the dream ended. It was almost like I went "fuck it, I'm not participating if the rules change in the middle of the game," which is a little ironic because that kind of happens all the time in dreams, but it's one thing for the storyline to morph and another thing for you to try to do something and you're clearly doing it but the simple expected result doesn't happen.
 
Had a really long, several stage, dream where I was trying to get home from school. At one point I was on a bus when Elle and Dakota Fanning stood out on the road with plastic bags doing a "protest" against buses. I waved at them and my friend told me off because they were "terrorists." I was walking through the woods at one point when "the lights went out" which was confusing even in a dream, then I went through part of the school and ended up in my old living room. There were a bunch of people there listening to CDs and they kicked me out and I aplogised for being there.
 
Lots of short, disjointed, mundane dreams this morning, likely brought on by the night's sleep interruptions. Not in order, just the ones I remember before I forget them:
I'm in junior high shop class--only as an adult. Of course the teacher hasn't aged but I'm an adult. He's demonstrating the required safety glasses and I'm wondering if I'll be able to explain to him that I had LASIK so I can wear the safety glasses now instead of the goggles that fit over glasses. Or if I can just wear one of my modern sets of safety glasses. (The ones we had were kind of like "glacier" sunglasses, only instead of leather sleeves around the edges they were metal mesh like window screen.)

I'm working at a paper warehouse at the end of the shift. My boss is warning me that she's had to talk to my coworker for doing sloppy work and also altering his timecard. She leaves before my coworker returns from the other end of the facility and he is played by Johnny Cash. He bitches about the boss a bit and how she caught him altering his timecard. Then I see a box of paper that I'm responsible for that didn't go out for the day and I'm trying to decide if I need to take it to the other end of the place and load it on the truck or if it can just stay until tomorrow.

OK. Remembered another one: Me and my brother have this straight truck (like the mid-size Ryder/U-Haul trucks) that is, in fact, rented. There's something wrong with the wheels or something so we jack up one side and fart with it, then the other side. We're just about getting done and I'm about to get under it when I realize that I should block the front wheels and have my brother shut the engine off. When he does the whole back end lowers down and proceeds to flip onto its side, tearing the box and the frame apart. I look at it for a few seconds and finally just think "well, I'm not getting my deposit back on this." (I think, vaguely, we were working on it because we broke something and I didn't want to lose my deposit.)
 
Last night was an extended version of the "living in a shitty dorm" dream. It was something like:

I realized someone had been in my room and smashed this big plastic piggy bank that used to be a thing in the 70s and stole a bunch of change. I was thinking about going to find the RA and tell them but didn't think they'd do anything. But also, I was horny so I figured I'd walk around the hallways in nothing but a bathrobe, pretending to be locked out of my room and "accidentally" letting the robe slip if I found a promising girl in an attempt to get her to have sex with me. But I wasn't finding anyone and I was coming back to my room and found some guys fucking with the lock. I lay low so I can catch them in the act, but when they go in it turns out I was wrong and it isn't my room. Still, they look like they're up to no good so I'm going to get someone. But then I realize I should take a picture of them. But then I realize I don't have my phone so I decide to act like I'm taking a picture of them. But they've noticed me and are about to chase me off but realize they should get my phone first--which is awkward since I don't actually have a phone.
 
I was on a big ship, everyone else was dead, not sure if it was a game I was playing, it did feel like I was trying to solve some sort of mystery. There was a phone number that just played a recorded message when ran, and I did find a radio which had instructions on how to call a nuclear strike onto the ship. Every time I woke up I would go back to the same dream with no progress made.

It wasn't a restful night.
 
OH! Dream that was noteworthy for being unique, fairly coherent, and I have no idea what it was about: It was basically a pirate parade. I don't mean people or floats were made up like pirates, it was a parade, but every float of the parade was armed and was supposed to attack every other float in the parade. I'm riding on this float with a sword and not terribly happy about it because I'm not thrilled with the idea of stabbing people and I'm even less thrilled at the idea of getting stabbed.
 
Last night was "wake up before 3am and spend the rest of the night feeling like you can't get back to sleep."

I mean, I know I got back to sleep because some of the things I was doing when I was laying in bed in the dark, trying to get to sleep, included some variation of fishing where you stand in water over your head and wind up body-surfing a big wave up onto shore and once you're there you have to fight with 2 cute girls over the fish you caught because for some reason they think they're entitled to it and while you're arguing someone comes along and tells you it's OK because if you share the fish with them you get 20% off on a swingset. Or when you're being held by some social group because they also have Superman and their attempt to fix him up with a girl didn't work, you know about it, and they don't want you telling anyone.
 
Interesting variation on the insomnia dream last night. Woke up for my middle of the night bathroom break, again proceeded to lay there in the dark, trying to get back to sleep. Ceiling fan was making so much noise I couldn't tell if the AC was running or not--but I was definitely pretty sure I'd left the ceiling fan on a higher setting than I usually do for the night, so I...I forget if I turned on a light to check or just sat up and felt for the pull cord. At any rate it was still making the same level of noise and I realized I hadn't actually done this, I'd just dreamed it. So I grabbed my phone to just use the screen as a kind of nightlight to check and...pull the cord? Only pretty soon I realized I'd dreamed that too. I started to make another effort but realized that, since I'd dreamed these things, I must be sleeping. Why wake myself up in an effort to get back to sleep? Just take the ride. And I still pretty much dreamed I couldn't get back to sleep, but since I knew I was actually asleep, I just experienced it like a regular dream and woke up much more rested.
 
Pretty sure I was Dominic Torretto, black vest, bald head, but I was having a slow speed chase with someone else, both driving golf buggies, but then I was distracted by some nice tits in a window.
 
Somehow I was friends with the queen, who hadn't died, she said she was tired of going to all the official events, I said to let Charles go to them instead, she thought that was a good idea.
 
Recent dream that was so mundane and believable that it took awhile for me to decide it was a dream and not something that actually happened: Finished dinner and was enjoying some cocktails and decided to get out a pistol and start playing with it. As I'm fooling with it and generally doing stupid things, I realize it is one that I keep loaded.

It's one of the few times that guns rarely working in my dreams actually was a good thing.
 
Lately I've been having weird disjointed dreams, where there isn't really a narrative long enough to remember them or even explain them coherently. Although I must've watched enough live news coverage yesterday because I do remember hanging out with Donald Trump while he got cleaned up after being shot.
 
Currently trying to cleanse my pallet at 2 am after a nasty dream that I don't even want to repeat here. It was quite disturbing. Wondering what i ate to trigger that. Also when I woke up I looked at this book someone had just given me about some of the history in the area. One of the girls on the cover of the book was in the dream and now I am afraid to pick up the book to read it. I did move it to the other room tho!

I need some sage!
 
Had a new, semi-lucid dream that was quite entertaining: For some reason, I was being a present day Robin Hood. Like false Messiah-type Second Coming. I had my longbow, quiver, and whatever arrows I had handy and assorted clothes that had a sort of Robin Hood style without being overtly Robin Hood. Like, instead of the iconic green cap with a feather in it, I had this old grey hat that used to belong to an uncle that I basically stole when I was 2 or 3 and we were all visiting my maternal grandma. You know, the kind with the little short brim that would look right on Frank Sinatra or some 1950s dad with a pipe and a station wagon. At one point I decided it needed a bigger feather in it to make it more obviously Robin Hood.

So I'm in the vicinity of Sherwood Forest, gathering people to me and trying to avoid the Bad Guys that I'm trying to take down--all while doing things iconic to Robin Hood lore but not actually calling myself Robin Hood because for some reason I want people to connect the dots without me making the actual claim--a little like the Locksley character in "Ivanhoe."

At some point I'm leaving a bar and set to head out into the woods or to my next objective when I'm caught by the Bad Guy's henchman. He's looking over my outfit and congratulating me on the effect it is having in that gloating way Bad Guys do in movies. I manage to distract him and pull an arrow but it's some little toy arrow and its nock doesn't fit the string. (so it's nice to know even bow and arrows malfunction in my dreams) In the ensuing scuffle I manage to get the guy pinned up against a tree with my bow and I've got the arrow up against his neck/chest while my Merry Men are making their escape. I'm contemplating whether I can hit him with the bow without breaking the bow when I wake up.
 
DT (ex president) was in my dream last night.
I yelled at him.
He pretended to fall
And then I yelled at the crowd.

Probably this was due to a very heated (litterally) town meeting last night and 1 guy in a MAGA hat.
 
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