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DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

Was at my old flat, instead of it being run down as in many other dreams it had been done up, other flats on the top floor had been removed to make a roof garden, and below that was a swimming pool so impossibly large that the building can only have been some sort of TARDIS. Next to that was a display of animals in some sort of aquarium, then a smaller pool for kids that went down to the next floor.
 
OH! Dreams! I had a fairly vivid, extended, and coherent string of them last night. Pretty much the military/school theme. Let's see how much I can remember: Not much, I guess. I was in some kind of program and Batman was in our class. There was a break between classes and I went over to thank him for being in our class because he really took the load off the rest of us when the teachers were asking questions or whatever, but he was working on something with Robin and couldn't be interrupted. Then we were outside in some kind of square/park/courtyard. Maybe a little like a small town baseball diamond--or maybe just the parking lot of a motel--at any rate, something with a low structure obstructing the horizon. We were getting ready to start whatever class/project we were supposed to be doing and no one was enthusiastic about it. The sky looked nasty and we were kind of hoping it would get cancelled because of rain but then someone said that no, they probably wouldn't cancel it because of rain because suffering and hardship were part of the training. But then there was a lightning bolt or explosion or something a few blocks away and it kept getting bigger and closer and pretty soon it was clear we were going to get caught in its after-effects. There was no time to find cover so I layed flat on the ground with my feet towards the...whatever it was. Then I decided maybe I should plug my ears and I was trying to decide how to put my fingers in my ears while keeping flat to the ground and keeping my arms close to my body. Later I had a completely unrelated dream where I was fixing up a house I got from a old lady and she had come back to check on her feral outdoor cats.

I keep thinking I'm going to get myself back on a regular sleep schedule. Got to bed before midnight last night and woke up before 8 (because I had to go to the bathroom). Considered getting up but realized I'd woken up out of a dream so I'd go back and have a nap for 15-30 minutes. When I decided to get up it was around 9. I'm at an age where the "it might be a tumor" joke from "Kindergarten Cop" isn't funny anymore.
 
Last night was genre artsy. I had some nasty sleep issues (discussed after) but when I finally got to sleep I had a kind of live action anime manga dream where I was at some mall and there were bad guys I had to meet or avoid or fight and I was supposed to be meeting with some other group who would point out who I needed to talk to. Then I went back to their "lair" and the original storyline went out the window and I had some kind of comic book or portfolio of art that I wanted to show to one of their people. I had to be careful how I presented it to get what I wanted or I'd turn them off.

Then my family was going to see some new Superman movie and I was being a huge nerd about it. I'd had some kind of spoilers and there were, like, 2 movies we wanted to see but I made them see this one first because there were, like, Easter eggs in the other that you wouldn't get otherwise. Also, one of the classic Superman cartoons happened to be playing on the monitors in the minivan we were riding it--the one where he fights a bunch of flying robots that was heavily borrowed from for the trailer for "Sky Captain & the World of Tomorrow"--While we're waiting in the lobby I'm talking to another film nerd who works there about all the cool stuff about the film and he wasn't aware of the old cartoon.

Next I'm apparently in some kind of 1st person video game, where I'm having to wander around this building looking for treasure and stuff. I kept finding stuff but not being able to get it. Like, there was a secret door in the bottom of a fireplace hearth but the treasure was 10-20' below and I couldn't figure out how to get to it when someone slides down out of a chute onto the treasure and I know his name is Two-Face. But, I think, Two-Face is a Batman villain, so of course at this point it was a Batman video game.

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[TMI bodily functions warning] I don't know what the heck happened last night. I've been having turkey and all the fixings twice a day since Thursday. Lately I've been kind of sore too so I opted to take a bath instead of a shower. Decided to flip the mattress too, since it was past due. Got to bed at a decent hour, feeling bloated like a tick. At 12:40 I belched or something and had...I dunno, some kind of reflux event where I wound up having to get up. Guzzled some Pepto to limited effect. Drank some milk. Had cough medicine and a cough drop. Drank some water. Ultimately also took a Prilosec. All the time I'm horking up heavy, thick, stringy slobber. Farted a few times too. Eventually got things under control to the point that I was able to lay down again and after awhile before eventually falling asleep. Periodic stinky stinky farts and the occasional belch with possible reflux threatening. Wound up sleeping until 9, had some more cough medicine. Throat's still a bit sore. Did soaking in the tub cause some kind of expansion of all the food in my belly? Did I accidentally mix some concoction of chemicals from all the food? Was it just a result of consuming a lot more calories than I have been consuming of late. I dunno, but it wasn't any fun. If I had any trust in the health system I'd go see a doctor but I tried doing that a few years ago and even the most basic things were cripplingly expensive--even with insurance. Still paying off a double endoscopy from almost 2 years ago and there's a light--far off--at the end of that tunnel so I'm trying not to incur more medical debt.
 
Fire alarm re-sent

It was in my dream
I was in a building, we were having a drill or someone was smoking
Then I woke up
It was my neighbors place
I know how to reset it
My neighbor has some sort of thing tho, we don't make eye contact with her or say hi. When we do she bites our head off.
So I opened the door and immediately smelled smoke
And 2 other neighbors were there also. Thank God. But no one had the code to reset what had just been a small cooking mishap thankfully.

I had the code, opened the box, the only difference is now I can't read the words without my glasses
So I need to ask someone what it says and I reset it. Now they know how to do it to.
Hilariously some knew where the extra key was, but they didn't know what to do with it.
2:35 am
Texted build mgr
All Clear
 
There was a lot of stuff going on in last night's dream and it changed in process. I started out a character in it and later it was more like a TV show. I know this because at some point I had to explain to someone what it was about and my summary is probably more interesting than the actual dream: "They're like, cops or detectives or something and they're roommates. The one cop is dating the other cop's ex and so she's always over."
 
Actually, I'll expand a bit on said dream sequence, because I was a bit disappointed with the synopsis. I mean, it's interesting, but there are a number of ways to interpret it. In the first part of the dream that I remember, where I'm actually in it, it starts out straight-up military. I'm a soldier. We're at war and I've just finished at night guarding the perimeter. The boss says I'm on duty again the next night. I get home around when my roommate and his girlfriend are getting up and tell them I've got work again and the girlfriend is upset because we have different schedules and they'd wanted us all to do something together. I don't know if it was a different time but I also saw them, like sunbathing or showering or something in a kind of hazy PG nude scene sort of way and felt a bit guilty for perving on them. Around that time I think is when it turned into a cop story because soldiers don't generally have partners and a chief and work shifts. That's around when I had to explain what was going on to someone else who'd come into the room (and I was obviously no longer a character in the story).
 
I was watching a story about someone who lives in the woods before I went to sleep and so of course I dreamt about it. Only there was a house and a boat, and I got to the house and the woman was okay, there was a guy that was okay and then a guy that was a little strange, but aren't we all. And then more people started showing up and animals and strange carpet and things that belong outside were inside.
And finally I left.
 
I was in the middle of a civil war re- enactment and a break up with someone I was barely dating.
I had just caught him coming out of a building with her and I said,"You can have her"
And then I walked into another building where I was meant to be shot dead by a shotgun. When I didn't fall on the ground after the guy shot me again I said,"I'm a vampire"
I ran in to a modern day restroom and saw that my face did indeed look vampirish and cool.
This girl had followed me in and agreed it looked cool and she said I was awesome.
 
A lot going on last night. At least 2 that are completely unrelated that I remember: One, I was in some kind of class where we had to build a TARDIS interior (like the old 20th century series, with the staggered circles on the walls). A lot of people were behind and/or weren't going to be able to turn in a finished project. I hadn't really even gotten a start. I'm talking with the instructor during a break about the difficulties. The other one was a little stranger. When I was growing up, out in the country, there'd be these little tiny bars, just out in the middle of nowhere. The dream was set in one. Apparently it was run/owned by black people. At one point there was a sort of Broadway theater montage about its history: The old bar had been destroyed or burned down or something. So we get this black man, woman, and baby in, like, traditional depiction of African garb. The scene is lit to make it look like an old-timey black & white photo and they sort of dance/march/shuffle across the tiny little plot of land, pull up the sign for the bar and move it to another spot and replant it. Then they unfold a new scaled down representation of the bar (like a cardboard box or a Transformer--or a theatrical set-piece that is designed to be collapsible). Then we're back to the action inside the real dream dive bar. For some reason a group of 30something professional women (think "Sex & the City") are having a drink at the bar and I decide to flirt with them. I'm amazed that it actually seems to be working. They're simultaneously offended and amused and they keep talking to me. At one point I made some joke about them being coworkers--only pronouncing it like "cow-orkers", that led to some fun wordplay that in my head was really clever and entertaining but I'm sure would've been just stupid if I could see a replay of it. Then, somehow, I get my lips tangled with the girl I was flirting with most and we have a debate over technically we're kissing or not. Just as I'm waking up (for a early morning bathroom break) it occurs to me to just settle the debate and kiss her outright, but I wake up. I decided to try to get back in the dream and kiss her but I don't know if I did or not.
 
I was in a trailer park, not sure if it was a game or something I was watching, because I wasn't me.
I cut this couples caravan in half, which understandably upset them, they started chasing me through the trailer park, more and more people joining the chase, the colour drained from the dream, then eventually it was just line art like I was in a very old cartoon, or that Aha video.
 
Tonight was an interesting combination of several classics, with a twist or two. Did wake up for my bathroom break, but I also got back to sleep fairly quickly instead of laying around with insomnia until transitioning into dreams about being still awake with insomnia. Then I had a dream where it's a family gathering at the childhood home. I'd stayed up late but eventually headed off to bed. Woke up during the night and found my 9mm was on the bed. And there were a handful of 9mm shells in it--along with a couple .45 shells. So apparently I'd had at least 2 guns out to play with while I was up and could now only account for one of them. Since there were kids around--and I didn't want to tell my mom & dad that I'd just lost a gun--I decided I'd better get up and look for it. But I was really really tired and it was literally painful to try to wake up. But I knew it was important so I kept forcing myself to wake up and was making progress--when I realized I was dreaming and none of what had happened was real. Unfortunately I really did start to wake up because I was trying to wake up in the dream and it took some effort to get back to sleep IRL--and I wound up oversleeping because of it.
 
I was walking through a field, three teenagers approached me, I got the impression they were on the spectrum, I think they were also triplets as they looked alike and dressed alike. I tried to keep out of their way, but they made sure they blocked my path, then started throwing things at me, I ran away from them, but they chased me one at a time into a block of flats, as they each entered the kitchen area I stabbed them, then threw them off the balcony, as each one fell a small ball rose up and hovered near the balcony, the second and third one asked where their brother was, I said let me show you, and threw them out too, when all three balls where there, they merged into one then fell to the ground.

I woke up feeling quite bad for the level of violence I had done.
 
The only bit I remember from this morning, I'm riding in a wagon or a carriage or something with some Revolutionary War era Americans and some French dandy who's apparently a liasion or a diplomat or something and they're talking about picking up girls and one of the Americans is talking about palming a flower and making it appear as a magic trick and the Frenchman asks for clarification so one of the Americans, who is apparently a lady's man, holds up a handkerchief and then flicks his wrist and there's a little corsage/buttonaire flower in his hand. So the Frenchman acts impressed and holds up his own handkerchief and flicks his wrist and there's this fancy silk flower with jewels and everything on it and everyone gets a laugh because cheesy pickup lines are the same everywhere and the Frenchman was just playing dumb when he'd known all along what they were talking about. Then we got to where we were going and had to go plan how to fight the Redcoats or something.
 
This is what I get for binge watching Crossing Jordan.
I dreamt I was being smothered to death
Now I don't want to go back to sleep.

We had been working on a crime spree for a couple of years and were at the end of solving the murder when this big guy with stubble so thick it tickled me worse than the feeling of being smothered. I tried to poke the guys eyes out, but he wouldn't budge. Then I woke up.
Whew
 
Now I'm at this house that I've been trying o a million times
But I still get lost.
I bought a horse but then it got away.
 
Interesting one this morning. Actually pretty straightforward and easy to interpret, but it was a novel theme for me: I went to a bar for happy hour after work. Probably set around the mid 1990s, give or take 10 years in that young people coming from work were wearing suits and skirts. Crowd was around early 30s, setting was probably somewhere warm and coastal. A lot of this probably has to do with that this is the only good reference my subconscious has for what a bar after work looks like but part of it is probably thinking about how early 30s was a fairly optimistic time in my life. That said, I'm more or less present day me.

Anyway, I'm trying to mingle with co-workers but can never get a word in in the conversations. The DJ or band or whatever plays something that may or may not be "Never Take the Place of Your Man" by Prince and I kind of want to dance to it but I don't know if people dance to music at happy hour. A few people are kind of grooving in place but not actually dancing but then a couple people actually go out and dance so I decide I will too--except I've taken off my shoes and/or socks so I need to discretely slip them back on before I dance--and I can't manage it. They've been kicked around in the milling crowd and by the time I find them the music is over and people are leaving. I haven't even had a drink but I'm wondering if I should stick around. There's basically one girl left at the bar (and I know her) that is clearly getting ready to go but she's waiting for her friend or something--or maybe for the bartender to close out her account. I'm about to give up but the bartender tells her her friend is gone--and furthermore he's got this drink that was on her tab. It's some weird novelty drink where it was served in a plastic glove or something. She decides to stay and finish her drink as well as the glove drink so I decide to keep her company. She's a lot drunker than I realized and I order myself a Manhattan on the rocks and start chatting with her. Of course that's when I wake up.

There was an earlier dream that I remember virtually nothing about but the Prince reference in this dream reminded me of it. Basically me and someone else are talking and Prince comes up and we're talking about what an underappreciated actor he was(!).
 
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