Comedy of Errors

Thursday December 19, 2019  12:45pm

Comedy of Errors

I am at high school and there is a serious computer malfunction. The tapes or system for backup are also corrupted. Someone has a fix, but is off campus and is on the way. Everything is in chaos. I leave and have multiple adventures when returning.

I get stopped by a teacher asking why I am not with the other students (apparently there is some sort of special activities going on). I start a lengthy explanation process, but it goes on so long I never finish.

This happens more than once. At one point a group listening to my explanation splits off and has there own discussions or activities. There are people dancing in the hallways. One couple is a pair of teachers. There is an explosion or flood of pee that they both get swept over in. It is apparently due in part to a change the male teacher made in secret or without knowledge of the female.

A maintenance  guy in my discussion takes me back to his shop. We are talking about the events while his assistant is making bizarre body noises and movements. Each time the guy gently reminds the assistant that that specific behavior is inappropriate.

The maintenance guy asks if I want to see something and takes me to his shop/hot house.I look closely under a grow light and there is a tiny swan like bird that has apparently grown out of the soil. I am most shocked by the tiny size and am relieved when I see the larger parent close by. The parent is only a couple of inches tall.

Might not be so happy if they knew it was pee!

Notes: The scene in the hot house was particularly colorful and vivid. The whole affair had a comic under pinning. I woke delighted that I could remember such a long detailed funny dream.

What does the dream want? For me to quick lying to Cindy about weir stuff I'm doing? For me to be more concise when I'm talking to people? Wait...when I woke the water was off in the back bathroom at the Inn. Was this a mundane prophetic  dream...I'll say yes. I only came to this conclusion when remembering one of the eight keys to dream interpretation.  Oops..Nine Keys..

1. Feelings 
2. Associations 
3. Reality Check 
4. Reentry 
5. Dialogue
6. Tracking Yourself 
7. Symbols
8. What Part of Me?
9. Enactment 

I need to review these.

Sales Meeting Awards

Saturday December 14, 2019  9:30 pm

Sales Meeting Awards

I had a series of dreams in the same location. (common theme) In one of the last scenes, I aw with a very attractive, professional voluptuous tall blonde. She may be my boss. She is discussing what type of award I should get. I am feeling good, but then she gets very emphatic and tries to explain something urgent and/or important to me. Somersetting she is not happy with. I can not understand her words. An accent? Not English?

I tell her I am distracted by the slight irregularity in her teeth, very sexy. Felt good about award, less good about borderline sexual harassment.  Maybe over the line.

Notes: Very bright and clear. Like on a supplements.

What does the dream want? For me to carry on fixing up the Inn but pay attention to what else is going on.

Gun Fight & The Sales Meeting

Sunday December 8, 2019 10:50am

Gun Fight
There are two of us. We have different weapons, guns. Mine is a Savage. My male opponent is
a colleague but we are trying to discover which weapon is superior. He has tried to kill me at least twice. I explain to him, we really don't need to kill one another to discover what we want. I am dispassionate.

The Sales Meeting
I am in a large group business gathering. I am the leader of a sales team in a larger organization. My group, 6-10 is gathered around a round table in a very small room. I am leaning in the doorway to talk with them. A young confident woman wants to speak and I tell her we are staying on topic for a bit. I am telling them the information we are sharing is based on research that is at least a few years old, at best. We need to be open to making our own discoveries and not depending on the second hand insights of others.

It is becoming apparent that our results are not good. I am in a large room with people sitting in different sections. My boss is sitting center of the room behind me. I walk over to chat. She asks how the other team members are doing. She can see them sitting to er left, two or three in a small team. I walk over to these guys, I can talk to them as they are in the front row of their section. They ask if the boss is freaking out. Everyone looks calm. I tell them I referred the boss to them.

The main talk is about to start. There are seats right up front in the first two rows. The seats are small leather backless stools perched together. I am behind someone who is about to enter the front rows are sees how close the seats are to the speaker. They immediately back out into me and go to sit further back. I go right to the front center. It is only inches from where the main speaker will be presenting.

I am buy a table where some of my team members are starting to react to the increasingly bad news. One man (red hair and a beard?) is under the table violently puking, now the dry heaves. I offer him a towel.

There is a character also associated with my team, but is independent. He is a dancer and dance teacher. It is very short, possibly a dwarf. He decided to get some of the group together and teach them some new moves. They are practicing in the halls and rooms. Several of my team members are following him around, smiling, dancing. I comment to someone standing next to me how smart he is to launch into these physical routines. At some point I sense  he is stressed himself, but carries on.

(Playing on Spotify while I am writing this..."simmer down please")

Notes: First dream was much earlier in the night. Did a good job of naming, reviewing and subsequently remembering.

What does the dream want? For me to relax in the face of stress and chaos. Seek and give advice. Take control, gently. Lead by communicating and by example.

Battle of the Alien Virus

Battle of the Alien Virus

Fight on the ice: There is a group on ice lightly covered in snow (like outside my door right now). We are not fighting but it is becoming apparent people are dropping, being killed by something.

Fight in the building: We are fighting, but it is not clear who or what we are fighting. We die and then return to the same scene. (Live Die Repeat: Edge of Tomorrow).

It is better each time we die: We return to the scene with increasing incremental clarity about how to react.

First fight with violence, then cunning and strategy. The winning strategy is not to fight harder or more violently. We need to step back slightly and finesse.

Realized the one I will love will not fall in love with me if I save everyone else: As I review the scene over and over and see a chance to intervene. There is a beautiful young woman who will not be part of my future if I save her now. I must sacrifice.

Nature of fighting..you die..eaten? zombie style: The deaths are violent and graphic.

Notes: This recounting was made by jotting down a few key ideas and them filling in a day or two later. Not perfect, but much better than just forgetting.

What does the dream want? Break it down. Focus on goal not details of my personal life. (Shit, that is big)

Throwing Chair at my Child, Could not be Denied

Saturday November 30, 2019.

Throwing chair at my son (not Alex)

I am in a house with others. I am angry and frustrated. There is a child, likely my son, that is crouching in a corner of the room. I do not recognized him in waking life. He is bald but is still smaller than an adult. I pick up a wooden chair. I examine the legs and then throw it at him. The legs come apart. I wake in horror, sadness and disgust.


Sundas December 1, 2019.

The man who could not be denied

I am standing in front of a massive ornate wall, a castle or a church. I am inside a thick black leather construction, not clothes, just a container. It is very stiff and has smooth metal studs at the end of evenly spaced little cones that cover the container that surrounds me. There is no articulation for arms or head, but I am standing.

There is no movement or activity. My mere presence demands a res ponce, allowing me to enter the castle. I wake rejoicing and happy.

Notes: There was an earlier third dream I failed to write down, about being very negative about my state of affairs, especially emotionally. Saturday evening I yelled at Cindy because she criticized my driving/parking. We talking briefly Sunday...her perception is that I am no better at blowing up than I have ever been. I am thinking the child was possibly me, no my son.

What do the dreams want? Learn to let anger go. I have a secret that will free me.