Ponce De Leon Hotel

 I am in a hotel for business and I go out for a morning walk. At some point I realize it is getting late and I have to be back for an event. I think I am headed in the right direction but am not even really sure of the name of my hotel, I am afraid I am pronouncing it wrong. I am asking several people on the street and they have no clue. It dawn on me they all know where they're going but nothing about what surrounds them. At one point an old man gets out a city map. We open it but no one can identify where we are. I keep looking at my watch and realize at some point I have literally missed a bus leaving right then for an event.

I walk into a restaurant to ask the owners but they are involved in an elaborate cooking/serving display that I can't interrupt. I ask two men in the alley beside the restaurant and they take me to a wall when we mount the map with the help of push pins still in the wall used for multiple other things in the past. One of the men dramatically takes a finger and pushes it against the map declaring, we are here!

I wake still feeling lost and a bit panicked.

Things Just Got Real

 I am in a classroom as a new recruit. I will be armed and in uniform at some point, we are doing a hostage simulation. I am the hostage taker and have my hand pointed at two young women recruits with my fingers shaped like a gun. One of the women is a beautiful redhead who I am very attracted to. I tell her to do something and she refuses. I tell her repeatedly and she still refuses. I pull her aside and whisper in her ear that I will put my knee in her stomach and then put a pillow over her head if she doesn't comply. She becomes so upset that she leaves the classroom and I later find that she has missed her bus because she was so upset.

I begin to ruminate who is likely to get in trouble for the encounter, she or I as I wake startled.

Note: After waking up I am still uncertain how this would be perceived by my trainer/superiors.

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Parking Perfection

I am driving a two seater convertible with the top down. I am arriving at the most popular spot in a vibrant downtown teaming with people on a summer evening. The tiny lot's spaces directly front the bars and restaurants. The car is barely moving and each potential stop offers immediate access to a variety of entertainment choices. Almost every space has a car pulling in or out. The lot bends at an acute angle and I visualize how I can slip the car in backwards into a space in the crucks of the V. I am moving so slowly the chaos around me seems to guide me in. I arrive and realize there may be no room to walk behind my car it is so close. I wake with a tremendous feeling of satisfaction and anticipation of joy.

Before the Performsnce

I'm looking at a middle aged woman possibly in front of a mirror. I'm very close possibly only inches away The lighting is perfect the detail is like an HD movie on a big screen.. She's not doing anything demonstrable. She is sitting very still. An older woman comes in, may be her mentor. I noticed a simple necklace shoes something on a string. And the older woman is wearing it around her neck.

Earlier dream

Kevin cosner is with a group of people hes happy hes moving across a small Platform In a crowded room.. He has a guitar strapped around his back. I I realize in the dream it is the 2nd dream sequence that has Kevin cozner with a guitar in it Just holding it not playing it.

Dream Sequences

I am in an undefined space. I am considering being in a group with a lot of letters. Someone is pursuing me but I am very good at eluding them. I can fight, but slipping away is a special skill. This sequence of events repeats itself several times as I slip in and out of the dream.

I am in a bar, celebrating after a sales meeting. I see someone I recognize but don't remember their name. We start to talk and I realize I need to be careful because he is from the other side.

I am watching a black man with one leg get in an argument with his wife. Another man in the bar starts to intervene. I contemplate getting between a man and his wife.

I am outside in he parking lot and a woman is acting erratic and saying she wants to walk home. It is a sketchy commercial area and I walk with her. There is someone suspiciously tracking her and she gets ahead of me. As I round the corner I see a bright blue scarf she was wearing on the ground. Some one she is staying with comes out and retrieves it from me.

Died in a Dream (Semi-lucid) (Group?)

I am in medical and have one class to finish. It is a trivial class but I am resisting and struggling to find its location. The class may be a drama class and I am not prepared. I am walking through large unfamiliar hallways and am lost. I contemplate not getting to class and just giving up. As I do I start to disintegrate. I am in a large group of people and am embarrassed as I fall apart. I am thinking, this is just a dream, I will be fine. I am about to shout it out, but decide why upset the others. I completely fall away in pieces to nothing. I wake startled but glad I was right and it was just a dream.

Shakori Hills, Michael Shamanic Drummer & Guide

Saturday evening, Shakori Hills, Michael Shamanic Drummer & Guide

I am laying on the platform in the healing arts area of Shakori Hills. I have visited Michaels sessions previously here. He quietly starts drumming while guiding us to allow our minds to drift. When we see a person or object, ask it...Are you my spirit guide? Do you have a gift for me? If we don't see anything, use our imagination to start a journey. I listen to the drum(s) as it increases in volume and closeness. I see nothing and use my imagination...

I am walking into the woods by the peace/cairns building area. I walk until the woods are thick and I see a cave draped in foliage, almost invisible. I enter an find myself completely surrounded by blackness. I feel safe and warm and very fit. I am naked and firmly standing connected to the earth. I see some light and there is a pool before me. I emerge myself. It is not water but amniotic fluid. I breathe it in and it fills me completely. It flows out of me from all my orifices and pores. There is a dark cloud of waste flowing out of me. As I keep taking in the fluid the outflow becomes clear. I am reclaimed.

I remember the instructions and think who, what do I ask? It is just me. I don't want to ask myself. I then realize there is the water. I speak to the water...are you my spirit guide? She answers yes. Beautiful complex patterns are formed rising out of the pool. I am amazed an imagine she has limitless gifts to offer. I ask, do you have a gift for me? She answers, I have already given you a gift, your are reclaimed.

Notes: Amazing

The Bear

 I am with a group of people scurrying around a large home or complex. We are being chased by a vicious bear. We have no way to protect our selves. I am desperately looking for a weapon or something that could be used as one. There is an older gentleman who may be the owner but is not being helpful. He way even be the cause of the problem. The bear may be killed (or in the next sequence).

(Awake back to sleep) I am still concerned about the bear, but it seems less urgent. I have located some defense, possibly a gun. I may kill the bear,

(Awake back to sleep) I am still with a group of people, still looking for something but it is not clear what it is. I awake mostly feeling curious about the events.

Notes: These took place over an hour or two.

2 Dreams

Theatrical Traffic Stop

I am sitting at a light at a wide intersection in the city. There is no traffic. I make a u-turn at a red light and as I do I realize I am circling a police car. I pull over and a young man comes up and sits on my door/window (convertible with window down?). He is very jovial. Soon his twin brother arrives and takes him away. As the female cop approaches she breaks into loud upbeat some, like a show tune.

Invitation from a Vampire

I am sitting at a bar next to a woman of a certain age elaborately dressed. She has an Eastern European accent and is talking about a very old house she lived in. She invites me to her room as I become aware she is a vampire. I contemplate immortality and pass.

Alien Tech Support (Needs Support)

 I am getting a call for support. The person calling wants help interpreting something. I do not have an immediate answer and ask them if they want me to look it up. They describe what they are looking at and I pull out a reference book and try and and look up the answer. I do not feel like I am getting an exact match, but feel it is close or at least related. I am looking at a page that has no words or symbols. Most of the page is a mossy textured green color. There is a small rectangle of gold at the bottom, It looks 3D like the page is fabric and metal. The tones are muted and rich.

I tell him, things are not always clear and sometimes all we can do is learn what we can from our current perspective.

Notes: I have had several dreams that are equally foreign or completely abstract. They can be very difficult to describe in words even though the images seem clear in the dream I woke up in awe and very hopeful.

These are the colors and texture of the page

Stabbed to death

I am with a friend. We are moving and tracking the movements of another man very closely. He is a threat. I try to hide from him or possibly others by guiding the open wire cart (grocery?) under a dark overpass. It is flooded and I am nearly covered in water.

My enemies approach  and see me clearly and come straight for me. I am now approaching the man. We are booth getting out our knife-like weapons  preparing to fight. I take a pair of scissors in one hand and a large knife in the other.

I get in the first blow and stab him in a hand pinning it to the ground. I follow up pinning the other hand and push him to the ground. There is some sort of electricity or force coming out of the wet ground against his face. I make a final blow and stab him brutally in the side of his head instantly killing him.

I wake shocked at the violence, brutality and skilled deadlines of my attack.

What's the Purpose

I am working with friends on a large scale project. We are installing physical apparatuses. There is part that needs to be installed very high in the air with minimal structure. It is a big risk, but it all seems worth it. There is another part close to the ground. It is not understood what the apparatus does or what its purpose is.

I wake and return to the dream multiple times. Each time more detailed,  but still a giant gap in the two parts and no idea why we are taking such large risks.

Notes: Is the gap the lack of intimacy in my life with all the effort I am making?

Graduated From GT, Now What?

 I am in a very large college classroom. They are reviewing vast amounts of information prior to a critical last exam. I realize I have not studied many of the topics in any detail. It is too late to review now. Somehow I make the minimal score required for passing. I meet Richard & Richard I discuss my predicament. I have taken years to get an additional undergraduate diploma, barely passed and have no idea what to do next. I am oddly not too flustered and look to the future with an open mind.

Notes: Woke somewhat dismayed. I have had variations of the dream many times. It is leaving me slightly depressed and warry of going on to study to be an ADHD coach.

New Job, New Love

New Job

I am working in a large orginszation with  many coworkers. There are desks and office furnitire arranged compactly set out of doors on a green lawn.  A big change in administration is unfolding. There is a position that many of us are interested in. It requires complex preparation with lots of paper work, then an important interview. The paperwork is not just filled out forms, it is some kind  of work product in large bundles covered in brown paper.

I stop in my potential future boss's office. I am asking her about some of the complexities of the interview process. The coverstion is a bit chaotic, but a good ice breaker.

I stop by a coworker's desk to find an old box from a plie she has acrewed. I am holding  something small and soft, likely  folded cloth, in my hand. It fits perfectly  in a box I have found. The desk is on a hill, it has moved and trapped me as she returns. It is all very light hearted, but I am physically caught and trapped with the "stollen" item in my hand.

I am walking  with a coworker, possibly the one I borrowed the box from, discussing the upcoming interview. The old administration was apparently corrupt. We may have all been co.pro.ised and are trying to readjust. She asks me how the interview  went. I told her if that if that was the interview,  I blew it. I was feeling pretty confident.

New Love

This is a continuation of the previous dream. I am in high school. Also a hybrid of indoors and outdoors. I am flirting with a young attractive petite redhead. She is on a wall next to the school, I am going from one large open window opening to the next encouraging  the relations literally from afar. I know that I am married, but somehow this seems ok.

Notes: I wake and can't  remember anything.  I know it's  all just beyond the veil. I don't  move and essentially meditate. I imagine picking tiny threads from a woven blanket. I catch one and the dream recall returns. 

Wealthy vs Rich

I am in someone's house who is obviously very well off. I am spending time primarily with the husband. My role is unclear, I may be working foe him, I may sell insurance. The house feels like a upper middle class home from the 1950s.

We are now going to another home and I am supposed to casually get to know people and create some business opportunities. I feel way out of my league and have no idea even how to join a conversation.

I notice the amazing decorating style that the artistic Uber Rich woman of the house has create for the gathering. There are loose fern prions stern around the marble floors. It looks effortless and natural. Like you are visiting Mount Olympus.

We are now back in the first home and apparently the group is planning on shifting is location here. The wife is frantically trying to recreate a similar feel in here home. The are hired house staff taking rapid orders and making a littoral mess of things. I notice one scrubbing at a stain just made in the carpet. I walk I to another room and the random natural decorations are so cramped in the much smaller rooms that you can't get by them. I feel sad for the wife trying to re-create a sense of style that is completely beyond her.

Notes: I woke feeling disoriented in my own life. I am acutely aware that even members of my own family are living in completely different worlds. Largely based on how we see money and religion and world view.

Old English Rigid (Vivid+)

 I am strolling through the streets of London with an older gentleman and a young girl. All of us are wearing extraordinarily fine and detailed ornate clothing. It's as if we were 19th century dolls in a British museum. The fabric in our costumes is almost rigid. The old man is the most ornate and has endless brass buttons, lined multilayer pockets, frill extending from his sleeves, stockings, shiny black shoes, on and on. The young girl is similarly dressed. My clothes may be similar, but they are not in view.

We are marching in a very stern  manner, just shy of being dragged. Our destination is unclear and 100% the purview of our apparent master. He seems to have a particular disdain for me but I am arguing or resisting in some way. He gets more and more angry. His sternness turns into cruelty towards me.  It escalates until finally we stop and he disposits me in an enclosed  horse driven carriage. It is obvious this is the end of our association and I am abruptly abandoned. 

I am now almost panicked with concern for the girl. They are proceeding to march down the street but my view is obscured by the crows and the divider in the carriage window. I can only catch glimpses of the two of them. It is suddenly obvious he has struck or harmed her in some way. She may be on the ground. I jump from the carriage and see she has indeed been assaulted. 

He is now in his lavishly furnished apartment he entered with an ornate key on a round brass fob. His assault on her continues. I reach him and throttle him and stop the assault. Now he shifts to seemingly care for the child by placing her in a wooden cradle filled with water. The scene continues on the street in front of his home. While appearing to be bathing her, fully clothed, in fact he has brought her unconscious body to rest with her mouth and nose under the water. Small bubbles are coming out of her nose. She is obviously drowning. I pull her still unconscious body up with her head above the water line. I turn and throttle him into submission. The police are called.

I am now in the police station and I see the ornate key hanging from his vest. I grab it and we struggle as he tries to choke me. I viciously bite his hand, pull the key from his grip and stand with it victoriously. The key is to our future.

Notes: No hint of lucidity, but extremely detailed visually. I don't recall a dream in such a specific historical period.

Tonight's Induction

Go lucid. Meet your metaphysical mentor. Seduce Cleopatra.

Clueless While Driving with Boss' Boss

 I am driving and negotiating  sophisticated car lane control devices. They are mechanical and look like cattle shoots with control levers inside them. The one in the middle looks like a lane, but is only housing additional equipment. I figure them out and proceed.

I am now back at them with my Boss' Boss. The devices are partially deconstructed it takes me a minute to realize they are in the process of being removed. My boss starts to fool with them, but I intervene and we get on our way.

I begin to talk about something relating to my immediate supervisor, but cannot remember his name. I cover my near disastrous mistake by saying boss. I realize that if my passenger had any clue how completely disconnected from my job he would fire me.

Note: No big mystery what this dream is telling me. Get focused.

Driving while distracted

Ongoing Criminal Enterprise

This was a very long dream I went in-and-out of for a long time.

Police chase: I am part of a street gang. The police have come as the result of some graphic violence. I may have been involved hands on. I am now feeling scared yet clever for eluding the police and observing the complex street scene from an elevated observation point. Like on the fire escape of a building.


Upholstered toilet: I am now at home where the gang lives. There is a nondescript leather chair that has been converted into a toilet. Pooping in the device seems to have gone well, but there is several inches of pee that has pooled in the bottom of the chair and I am contemplating how to empty it out.


Choosing airplanes: I am a young teenager and am playing with a regular playmate. We may be related. We are trying to decide which model of airplane we are going to get out to play with...actually fly. We are getting one for each of us. We choose a WWII single pilot fighter. We know they are very valuable and rationalize that we get older there will be younger kids who can then play with them. We know we may get in trouble, but the risk seems low and well considered.

Dog Fight in Hostile Territory

A large family group is traveling together. In a previous dreams I discovered we are in hostile territory. We're driving way too fast when someone, Cindy, decides we need to turn in. The car I am driving skids forever into the dirt making a mess of the ground and wrecking the car.

Jimmy and I get out with Rory and Roxie. We know we are potentially in a very bad situation. Here comes 2-3 of the men we hate. They are much bigger than us an so are their dogs.

I grab two dogs and keep them from fighting. The leader of the group contemplates letting his dogs kill ours. I jump in his face yelling at him to stop. He is much taller than me, but I am being much more aggressive. I am so aggressive I draw blood from his face and chest. I push him back thru a barrier and there are hundreds of people, all enemies, watching now.

I scream in his face, I would rather die than lose my dog.

I wake in full fight mode.

Notes: Viscerally extremely angry when I wake.

Viva la Revolución

I am with a small group of Mexican fighters. We are in the street. We all have guns and are crouched behind a barrier. There is another group that sees us and starts coming at us and we are shooting at each other. My comrades tell me to run away but I stay as they get closer and closer. As they get almost on top of me I see that they're not normal soldiers but they're zombies. I have a machine gun and spraying bullets all over the place and defeat them.

We are associated with a with a certain drugstore. The other groups may have different sponsors. It's like we are commercial groups not political.

Looking up the street I see another small group and get the idea they are very important. I again my cohorts don't feel it's that important to engage them, but I feel it is critical. I began firing my machine gun and it spews many bullets.. It's almost like a garden hose it arches way up and the bullets are falling down on them but many are reaching the target.

First Blood in a Renewed Carnie War

I am being escorted around an indoor space where there are assigned spots for each participant. I am with one or possibly two others. Things are very run down but become increasingly familiar. We arrive at our location  it is large with multiple rooms,  but is filthy with debris everywhere, peeling paint and splintering wood that make up the walls and windows. There are no  ceilings as the space is open to the cavernous shadowy darkness that fades up into darkness. 

I begin to plan how to revitalize our spot including a quick covering of white spray paint with no preparation. Just for temporary looks. 

We are walking around and notice another family we know setting up. Muck of their stuff is already on display. I have a deep immediate loathing and dread. We are in an ongoing dangerous feud from the long past and I make a sneaky attack on something that is similar to a small Christmas tree. I curse it in some way and set a booby trap the plant in a way that will surprise and be dangerous to one of their preteen sons organizing the space. It looks shabby. The war is back on and I  just drew first blood and am satisfied.

Notes: I was woken by an alarm yanked from the dream but able to close my eyes and remember the mood and several details. 

Wealthy vs Uber Rich

I am in someone's house who is obviously very well off. I am spending time primarily with the husband. My role is unclear, I may be working foe him, I may sell insurance. The house feels like a upper middle class home from the 1950s.

We are now going to another home and I am supposed to casually get to know people and create some business opportunities. I feel way out of my league and have no idea even how to join a conversation.

I notice the amazing decorating style that the artistic Uber Rick woman of the house has created for the gathering. There are loose fern prions strewn around the marble floors. It looks effortless and natural. Like you are visiting Mount Olympus.

We are now back in the first home and apparently the group is planning on shifting it's location here. The wife is frantically trying to recreate a similar feel in her home. Hired house staff are taking rapid orders and making a literal mess of things. I notice one scrubbing at a stain just made in the carpet. I walk into another room and the random natural decorations are so cramped in the much smaller rooms that you can't get by them. I feel sad for the wife trying to re-create a sense of style that is completely beyond her.

The world’s most expensive penthouse

Notes: I woke feeling disoriented in my own life. I am acutely aware that even members of my own family are living in completely different worlds. Largely based on how we see money and religion and world view.

Incompetent, Aliens & Elephants

 Incompetent/Panicked

 I am in a group sleep-in sales competition. We are all trying to get a job with a big corporation and sleeping at the same facility in the process. It is the morning before the start of a big meeting. I need to shower, dress and still have time to write a report. i am running around trying to find an empty shower, choose to wear based on looking at the weather out the window and stop to have a discussion with one of the leaders.

I go shower after the discussion with my clothes and towel in hand, A tall fellow salesman is just finishing up, gets out and asks for my towel, I say no way, he keeps asking while standing nude in front of me with  a towel wrapped around his head. I finally throw a nice clean towel at him, he gives it back laughing. The shower is now taken. I wake screaming in frustration.

Notes: I was not literally screaming, but it felt like it. I have set an alarm for an important event and am aware of the time to the minute as I wake up and how detailed everything is. This is very close to a lucid dream. 

Aliens & Elephants

I am flying with a group of men/soldiers in a plane with open side doors. We see all kinds of movement on the ground below us. They look like humans, but somehow I know they are aliens attaching

I am now trapped inside a jeep-like vehicle with several people including a woman. There are several elephants attaching us and one is reaching into the vehicle trying to grab us.

Notes: These two dreams slide into each other. I notice while dreaming how vivid 

Law of the Ocean (Very short & vivid)

I am pulling up to a tall nondescript building with an all glass facade. I am driving a large sedan from the 40's or 50's. There is a sizable group of men waiting to get in? In a double row they pop up and down in small choreographed  groups. It is known that the building is filled with prostitutes.  The men proceed to rush into the building in single file ready for action. The last one in line is a young James Cagney. I vividly notice his thick wavy brown hair from the rear.

He is now sitting next to me and says clearly and audibly, "what we have here is the Law of the Ocean".

Notes: I wake feeling rested and vigorous. I move but am still able to return visually to the dream and recall details. I look up the phrase and found Law of the Sea, international agreements that apply on the world's oceans.

Naked and Starving (Needs Interpretation)

 Food Falling off paper plate

I am at a party in someone's house. I am loading food onto my paper plate and it drops to the floor under the weight of large pieces of meat. I go next door (right through an open section in the wall)  and get a hard plate to put under my paper plate to support the food. I look down and I have a large serving of something that looks like spaghetti formed like it would be under a hair net. The waitress/owner  is also holding a plate with the identical lump of food.

Search for food continues

I as crossing a large open space and a man is singing a long ditty that he may be improvising as we walk along, It seems to be relevant to the moment.

I am now observing an emaciated old man talking to a child that lives next door in an apartment hallway.  He seems to suffering/starving from continual food mishaps,

Apartment Nudity (later with several intervening dreams)

I am in my apartment and decide to leave. I find myself at a men's meeting and am carrying a toilet bowl in front of me, partially to hide my nudity, I think I may want help with the toilet. Oddly I have a pair of shorts I am holding in my hands as well. Cindy is also at the meeting with a female friend. I am slightly confused. 

I leave the meeting and find myself stepping very carefully through a bed of soil that has recently been finely graded and likely planted. The detail is very vivid (pre-lucid?) and the strings that define rows are very dark and only appear as I step on them,

I hear Cindy discussing a legal matter with a man on the street. Apparently a woman friend of hers has dropped our dog off at the apartment and left him unattended. The apartment is likely trashed. The man advises not to rush home and instead  consider the insurance ramifications of the situation.

Note: I incubated the idea that I wanted to remember my dreams before going to sleep. I reminded myself the review them before fully waking. This was pretty successful but still need to concisely name them instead of trying to remember all the detail. I woke up surprisingly late.

Religion Class

  (This is part of a long complex dream)

I am in a classroom and I just returned from a long journey. I’m trying to prepare myself for classes and I’m finding it challenging. I can sort of remember what my classes are but there are things that I’m not prepared for and things are moving pretty fast.

I leave preparing to go to one of my classes and find myself outside the door room of a class but I’m not sure what it is. There’s a long line of students that are slowly trickling into the class but they are all wearing elaborate costumes

At some point I realize that it is a religion class, although I had difficulty hearing when the teacher told me what the class was (his is not the first time that I’ve had difficulty hearing in my dreams). Not only do I realize what the class is about but I realize that I am now a parent and not a student. I’m in more of an observational role.

The the planned discussions start to unfold and I am observing from outside the class however I am communicating with at least one of the students, in the classroom.

Noah's Ark Theme

Notes: Dreams are now coming to me much more vividly and more often than they have been in quite a while. After I made my first entry into my dream journal in a long time. It was especially cold in the room last nigh.t Roy slept next to me and I felt very protected when I woke up

What does the dream want? 

Reality check: 

Bumper sticker: 

Dream yo action: 

Out of Control

 Saturday April 16th

I'm driving my car through a field slowly. I'm approaching a stream and the front wheels start sinking into the mud. I panic thinking I'm going into the stream. The car goes so far into the mud that it starts to turn around. I step on the gas and narrowly escape .

I am now in the city in a very tight alley. I go upstairs into a small restaurant. I am talking talking to 2 or 3 young kids. I'm trying to talk to a young girl and her brother is talking very fast and interrupting me. I suddenly realized that I left the car running and go outside. The car is in another location, possibly behind the building. It is very open. I look inside and the steering wheel is completely detached from the steering column. I am holding it in my hands. It is just a very smooth circle. The hub of the wheel that attached to the column is missing. As I start to wake I'm thinking about the dream so I can remember it and it is pretty obvious that the dream is about being out of control..

Notes: It has been a long time, two months, since I wrote in  this journal. Several of the latest  entries were uninterpreted.

What does the dream want? For me to get back in touch with my dreams and therefore back in control of my life.

Reality check: I am often a distracted driver, especially when starting up without my seatbelt engaged. This frightens and upsets Cindy.

Bumper sticker: Relax & steer.

Dream yo action: Never take the truck out of park without my seatbelt engaged and taking a deep breath.

The Sensuous Run

I am on a run with others. My senses are very attuned to my experience. I com to spot that drops off precipitously. I may be with John Cogswell. We are running on something like a college campus. We are running on well groomed grass. 

While the hill is very steep, I ptrceed done it without breaking my moderate pace. John may have been hesitant. While the descent is a bit harrowing I am being very careful yet confident. I am somewhat surprised at how fit I feel and feel joyful and exhilarated.

Thete is a group I am running with and I am keeping them insight. I run into Alex, also running. A make a mild joke to him whole we run together. It surprises the runner next to me and then I explain he is my son.

Are now slightly diverging with a clear battier between us, like a glass partition. I notice I don't see the trailing member of the group a head. I ask him if he is sure he know where he is going.

I wake with the joy of experiencing effortless running.

Noted: weather in the dream or now awake I realize how absurd it is to ask Alex if he knows where he's going. If anyone is lost it is me. I also realize that I was surprised in the dream that I was in such good shape, that is being slightly loosened as I was referring back to my waking self. 

Explode at Business Meeting

I am working with a group of people outside, possibly in a park. We are working through the details of a complex series of actions. Something like a political campaign. It goes on for some time there is a lot of interaction that increasingly feels irrelevant to me. I see someone walking towards the group and they signal that I have a phone call. I stand up quietly trying not to interrupt the meeting. I quietly signal them that I will be picking up the call in the process of leaving the group. 

A woman makes a comment about the call and warns me not to make too much noise so it doesn't interrupt the group. This angers me immediately. I'm thinking to myself but I made every effort to stay quiet and not interrupt the group and feel that's exactly what she's doing although she's saying it in a way that it sounds like it's my fault. 

I start shouting and having angry outburst and start listing all the ways that she is in surgery herself into my business and created a problem that didn't exist. While I am on this rant I can feel my lips sort of blabbering and I'm feel like I might be drooling. Yet this doesn't stop me I continue on my rant berating this woman. I wake exceedingly angry..

 

Notes:  While I have been taking online test for Price Chopper I've been getting very frustrated and had a couple of outbursts with someone else in the room. Well I don't know how big a problem this is I immediately reflected on my application at Fidelity and wonder if it's a good fit. The concern I have is that all the details are going to be frustrating it's not a good fit. There is a class that I can take independently online work through the process and see how I handle it. I also need to engage in ADHD counseling.

While searching for a picture I ran into this disturbing item, Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED). Do I have it?

What does the dream want?  For me to chill and not over react to criticism.

Reality check:  Yup. Remember time we were driving at the beach going "the wrong way".

Bumper sticker:  Others opinions don't define me.

Dream to action: Get ADD Coaching.

Canoe Abanded in a Field

I'm driving in the country with Cindy but we are in separate cars. We decide to stop but I want to go on and explore a little further. She's not sure if she wants to go on any further but I tell her there's a place that I'm familiar with not far from here and that we should get in one car.

The place that I'm remembering may be from a previous dream. Even though I want to search it out I don't remember it as being particularly pleasant.

Another memory I have connected to this area is having abandoned a canoe on an expedition. There's another person with this perhaps a father figure. And tell him to call Paul and let him know that where he's walking is where the canoe was abandoned. Should walk down next to the stream I might possibly be out in a field. There's another possibility and that's that it would be have been completely swept away by spring flooding it happens often in this area.

I wake  it a mood that is unsettled but eager to start a complex interesting day day..

Confused on Campus

Runaway electric wheelchair ride...30 miles an hour olmost into a ravive. Disoriented on Camous. Pick up drugs/weed with a concealed gun I didn't use. Hanging out with friends and Paul. Sorting out possesings like a water bill little tith something about a nipple on the label. Almost late and disoriented at end. Woman who I almost pulled a gun on, side she knew me previously. 

Woke anxious and confused.

Shanghai Heart Attack (Needs Interpretation)

I am in a crowded Asian City, it might be Shanghai. I'm at a hotel that is all spread out and very confusing. I am with a couple of friends and we make our way to someone's room who we know. The room is like the outdoors everything is narrow and crowded. He is an older man and he's without his shirt and seems to be in distress. I asked and confirm that he needs me to call help. I scream call 911 and leave the room to find out how to do that.

I am now frantically trying to find someone to communicate with to understand how to call for help. I open the door and there are three women in the bathroom I apologize and explain emergency. They point to something on the wall right next to me. It's a small portable phone in a bag with a string and a note. I pull it down dial the number and get an advertisement.

I'm standing out in front of the hotel and may have an incident with someone that causes a car to go down the stairs or something. Just as I refocus on the emergency there are several people in uniform traveling down the hall outside hallway toward the room.

I did not find them immediately and I'm now confused as to exactly where the room is. I find myself sitting next to a woman on the front steps getting high and realize I have not followed up on the emergency. I get up to try to discover exactly where the room is and realize I left my phone next to her on the stoop. I go back, he is still there and my phone is where I left it. I pick it up and head back towards the room. I wake up anxious and distressed.

Roll of the Dice (bring to group)

I am lounging in a room and there is another person that is up and playing a dice game. They keep rolling dice and as I watch I say they keep losing one and replacing it. Most of the dice are black they keep replacing it with a white one and it's irritates me. And tell them I like to join the game but I need them to keep all the dice the same color. I bring out a new set they do a roll or two before I begin and once again one of them disappears in the mess in the room. I get an entire new set of black dice and I'm prepared to add one every time they lose one. I wake up slightly agitated..

Notes: I initially have no idea what the stream might mean I want to bring it to a dream group.

The Journey Home (Needs Interpretation)

 Monday Jan 3 2022 5:00am

I've just left the concert or some sort of event with a group of friends. It is dark when we are out in the street everything starts to go crazy. We are being attacked from all sides by random groups of people. At one point there are hands grabbing all over me and I pull out a gun and try to shoot the people that are attacking me but the hands are all over me when I fire the gun there's the potential that I even shoot myself

I'm now walking down a brightly lit beautiful narrow grassy valley. It has been a long time since I've been there there are trees that are just starting to grow up. It's a beautiful sunny day there's green grass but these small trees and people are lying around. I'm stepping over them but I'm in a very good mood. Several of them I know and say hello warmly. There's still children that older children than when I saw them last. 

 We are not driving in a car close to home. The driver is an old friend, he may be Jay Leno. He is a girlfriend or significant other stall and blonde and very well dressed. We are very close to my house on battery Lane and he lives just next door. but he asked me if I can help him with something and pulls the car over. He has a large cut on the inside of his left thigh and he wants me to dress it. I tell him he's very close to home and everything will be okay but of course I will dress it. I get in the front seat and start pulling up the seats cuz there are storage areas underneath and I'm looking for bandages. Instead what I see is boxes packed with things for my past. Small personal items and tchotchke that are all packed in these cardboard boxes with open tops. I pull a few out and briefly reminisce and say oh yeah this is from…

We are now going to dinner but I'm in such a good mood I just want to randomly go out and mingle. There is another or possibly the same tall friend that tells me I'm going to dinner with the family. Cuz we're walking I see how tall he is and how short I am. We are very congenial and continue walking towards our destination.

I wake very happy I'm thinking about what an amazing life I've had.

Notes: the dream was very vivid and full of dream signs. I believe my dreams are better when there's been no alcohol or drugs consumed earlier.