Spy Versus Spy in the Office

Friday June 23 6:45 a.m.

I am working in an office that is also a warehouse. I've been tasked with looking for some information / objects and I'm looking at around for them. My focus is vacillating between my bed covers and the content of the dream. On my bed covers there appears to be a line that is in physical object that is represented in the dream. The object is a capsule of training that I have undergone. It is also the object of investigation within the company I am working for and it is associated with what I am tasked to find.

I am going through boxes and looking for things in the warehouse. I am also focusing on what this object is that is right in front of me in my bed at arm's length. It is a unit of training that I have personally gone through and is also part of the corporate culture. The training is for military grade skills. Maybe some sort of killing machine thing.

I have personally been part of a corporate program to encapsulate some very specific training. You don't have to study it you just have to be exposed to it and you have the skills. The skills seem to be on a military killing a level. Seemingly independently I have been asked to find my records or any records in the warehouse that relate to this effort as the effort is being examined by the corporation. I go through several boxes and then examine my desk and in my desk I see three envelopes that previously contained CDs that contain copies of this program. I bring this to the attention of a coworker possibly my boss a woman. While I am looking at my files there is an effort where additional information in my files are disappearing while I'm looking at them. These are not computer files these are physical files and a desk drawer. I then realized that there is an internal corporate effort to make all evidence of this project disappear.

The dream is very persistent and I have several iterations of going into semi-conscious and back into the dream going back and forth. The most persistent part is the physical nature of this training module and how it is at my fingertips while I am sleeping in my bed. There's also a copy of it or was copy of it on some media in my desk in the dream.

I like slightly mystified as to the potential meaning of the dream but very impressed with my recall and specificity of the different components of the dream.

Marty Climbs a Tower

July 21, 2020  3:30pm

Marty Climbs a Tower

I am hanging out with Marty Willaims and others in our family. We are at the base of an obervation tower thtat is very substantial. It is made out of brinck and is 4 or 5 stories tall. We are playing with somehting and it gets stuck up on the wall, pretty high up. The item is not vauable in anyway, it may be an empty soda bottle. He decides to climp up to get. I think the idea is crazy but he assures me he is amizingly fit and flexible.

We put a ladder up to the wall and he climbs. I am getting nervous and then it gets crazy. There is some ort of pipes or structure just above where the ladder can reach. He may have laready passed the objeect that starte the ascent. He take a broom, places it next to the pipe and climbs for the top. As it turns out there is an obervation platform before the top. He climbs over the wall onto the porch and two cops are waiting ofr him.

I am still at the base and cannot see what is happening. I think about getting a neighbor (where I live in NC) who is a lawyer. A freind shows up (from back in DC) dressed in a shabby suite and walks up the stairs on the entrance side of the tower.  I am concrned but not really fearful. I wake mostly confused as to the meaning.

Notes: Had dream while napping on the couch. During the Summer of 2020 (It needs a name)
Red Summer is the period from late winter through early autumn of 1919 during which white supremacist terrorism and racial riots took place in more than three dozen cities across the United States,)

What does the dream want? I have very litte idea.

Reality Check: No "real world" references.

Bumper Sticker: When Up is Down

Dreams to Action: I have no idea

Picking up a woman with my daughter

Monday July 13, 2020  8:00am

I am in a large facility filled with people. It's a crowded ihotel or something like a hotel. There’s a party or a convention or a meeting going on. Ist's ending and I need to be somewhere else.  I am making my way down crowded hallways and rooms  of happy people. I am trying to make my way to a room where I can store some things that I’m carrying under my arms. Maybe some towels. I make it to the room. It is completely filled with people. I ask if I can stash the items. They say yes. I see Cindy on the couch. I say hello and essentially goodbye. I am leaving for another location. As I leave I am making my way through a group of people. The room is so crowded I had to get on my hands and knees to get through them. They are all blonde and make a comment that it is a meeting for blonde people. I make some sort of apology and snappy comment and make my way out.

I find myself in another room that is very crowded. I have in my hand ia mall cage with a handle with a small rodent in it. Like a mouse or hamster but it has another name. I also have a small folding harmonica. I check out the harmonica play it briefly. I put it back in my pocket and a young woman comes up to me and notices of bump in my back pocket. She asks is that a kazoo?

I say yes it is a harmonica. She says I love them, can I play it? I give her the harmonica. She may or may not play it. We continue talking and flirting basically and I end up giving her the harmonica and the rodent in a cage. I am making my way out to leave and make it to my next destination. She starts talking about sort of knowing my name. I lean down to get a piece of paper to write on and there is a stack of school papers attached to a backpack. I pull one out and continue walking.

Possibly a little earlier Julia has joined me. Now this woman is walking with me down the hall and I am trying to write my name and telephone number on a piece of paper. I keep running into things that are already written on the paper and I’m running out of space. I turn it over several times looking for an appropriate space to write my name and number as I start to write my name the pen doesn’t write properly.  It writes like it does sometimes when you’re signing a receipt, skips, etc. Even while dreaming I realize that I am picking up a woman with my daughter standing next to me. I am somewhat embarrassed but also happy that I can have a relationship with my daughter that is fully honest.

Notes: Very vivid. Woke happy I'm dreaming, but concerned about the content.

What does the dream want? For me to get my relationships straight.

Reality Check: No "real world" references.

Bumper Sticker: Flirting is Folly

Dreams to Action: Talk with Cindy about going forward.

Party, Objects Only and Vivid Flash

Saturday May 23, 2020 8:45 am
Used regualr suppliments

Party
I am in a sprawling complex with amny others. We are all languishing around in various states of intertainment. At one point to go into a large theater with stadim seats and venture to the far right upper corner. There is a very small hatch door I open and stick my hand through...into an unknown space.

Objects Only
I am returning to sleeping/dreaming many times and I realize that the dreams are about objects. In some cases very large mysterious objects. At one point one of the dream caharacters tell me pointedly that is only purpose is to find and rent these objects. As I go in and out of sleep frustration turns to insight. The dream is demonstrating that these is more to live than things.

I decided the motto below the name of Pine Street Annext will be Soul Reclamation. Innovative practices will be revealed and discovered.

Vivid Flash
Going back into the dreams I incubaed a desire for more lucidity. I was immediately confronted with  a POV live HD camera feed. Amazingly vivid, only for a few seconds. Wow! The scene seemed to be nothing of import. A guy looing at me thru "the cameera".

What does the dream wnat?  For me to go back through Robert Moss's dream cource. Get skill the old fashioned way.

Bumber Sticker: You learn it by earning it.

The Little Green Machine

Tuesday May 12, 2020 7:25 am

The Little Green Machine
I am a soldier working my way through a search for a working veicle. I am examing small sports cars that have been abandoned. The first seems to far gone to restone to working condition. I then discover a very small green two seater convertable that responds to having its tires inflated in what looks like a single breath. They blow up nicely like a small baloon.

The scene changes to my house and I am showing my wife and others (or trying to) how perfectly the little green car fits into the decor. It is integrated into a central support of the house. It is beautiful and somehow still functional. The scene swithces back and forth several times from battlefield to home, each time delighted with the find. In the filed it is the perfect getaway car, in the home it is a work of art.

Soup (practical)

Art (drain the oil!)

Notes: Woke up feeling happy and rested (on four hours sleep...seems to be a trend). 

What does the dream want? For me to integrate different parts of my life? For me to get moving? For me to pump the flat tires on my vehicle, i.e., me?

Reality Check: I need to put the new tire on the wheelbarrow. I will look out for flat tiires IRL (In Real Life). Nothing really jumps out.

Bumper Sticker: Is It Soup or Is It Art?

Dreams to Action: Salvage my disable vehicle (body), pump up the tires and go.

The Overlords

Friday May 8. 2020  7:30 pm
The Overlords

I am with a large colony of people in an isolated compound/village. We are working on a common scientific based effort.  We are taken over by aliens that look like humans. I and a number of my peers escape and establish a new colony. Some/many are left behind. A specific middle age man I was close to communicates to me how is surviving the takeover.

I become him in the dream. I am running for cover and hiding in the natural cover. I crawl on my belly across a planted field with very low cover. The is a pack of patrolling animals that act like guard dogs but look like giant hamsters. They attack me viciously with teeth and snarls. I take the first by the head and slam it against a tree. It survives so I switch my grip to its tail and kill it by slamming its head. I barely survive the attack but subdue the others in the pack.

I am close to a chain link fence at the back of a building (may be a restaurant). Two Japanese kitchen workers see me and try and hand me a large section of a tuna. It drops in the dirt but they clean it and it is wrapped in a white cloth. They don't speak English but we establish that I may see them from time to time. I work on establishing a remote camp in the woods with occasional fores into the village for supplies.  Woke energized and ready for the day.

Fish: The Survival Protein

Notes: Easy to remember, even after moving. Could not remember an extensive earlier part of the dream. I was talking about dreams with a fried shortly before going to bed in the evening. In this time of Corona Virus upheaval survival is a conscious consideration.  

What does the dream want? For me to survive in the face of adversity. To cross normal boundaries for allies. 

Reality Check: Just caught a giant fish. Fishing is morphing from a sport into a survival technique up here in the ADK. This spring has had 8000 more fishing licenses issued that last year. 

Bumper Sticker: Fish to live: Live to Fish

Dreams to Action: Get better at fishing. Learn to prepare and eat them.

Cindy with a Happy Smile (Needs editing)

Cindy with a Happy Smile 
I am all dressed up and heading to some sort of public gathering. I am so many layers of clothes at when I look at myself in the mirror I'm unsure which one to pull to straighten my tie and various other pieces of my. I'm disoriented and have been dreaming for some time. I find my way into a large public hall. Likely a government building.

I am in a large hole is obviously set up for some sort of celebration. I have a seat but somehow I find my way sitting immediately adjacent to the speaker. I don't know who he is but he's obviously very prominent very intelligent. however at this moment he's randomly on in a way that people can barely understand or hear. He seems dazed and confused. I look into his eyes and I can see his eyeball like it's as big as a beach ball and is a very interesting multicolored eye but he's got all sorts of issues on the surface of his eye. I tap his shoulder gently and tell him to speak louder. he then starts talking to me directly ignoring the room and goes on some ramble about how. I don't know I don't remember. I got him redirected to the room and he starts with an analogy about how it's like in New Orleans where they ran a chalice from the top of one mountain peak down and then up to the other. I think there was another word other than chalice on the oh look it up.

I can't remember where I parked my car, how I got here, but I have the vague feeling that I'm supposed to be meeting somebody but I don't know who or where. As I'm walking down the hall I see Cindy and passing she's Ruth a group of women sitting down. She has an incredible smile on her face and is obviously stoned.

Later I encountered her again oh, this time standing up with the same group. They may be a singing group. Our eyes meet and we talked briefly. She seems very happy to see me and we hug but she has an immediate need to go to the restroom. I followed her there with a smile on her face she disappears into a very small one person restroom it's all marble and fabulous wood. As she bends to close the door and sit down in the restroom I see her bosom and imagine being intimate. I wait thinking there may be an opportunity to meet with her in the tiny room.

While I am sitting next to the speaker there is a young woman who comes in very elaborately dressed with bells hanging off her hat and off her dress. As she moves around the bells are ringing so loudly that they stepped on the ability to hear the speaker. I get up and go talk to the young woman. I tell her her bells are interrupting the talk and she looks at me incredulously. I immediately notice that a long string of children in a procession are parading past the speaker in some pre-planned event that was obviously not coordinated well with the speaker speech.