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.