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.