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