Dark Girl with a Dark Gun

I am out and about. I am watching a young woman who's acting very suspiciously.She seems to have a clear motive or  destination. We are out in public she is walking rapidly looking for something or someone. Eventually she pulls out a very large black pistol. It is an unusually large caliber. I grabbed the gun from her and grab her. With one arm around her shoulder my nose is very close to her head and I noticed how beautiful and striking her hair is. Somewhere between black and brown and when the light catches it it's iridescent almost like a crow's feather. I comment to her that her hair is beautiful and feel weird about it. I now see that she has a metal strong metal box it has bars on it and the gun is inside. I look at it I see the pistol I see that something that looks like an explosive but it's small and then next to it is a single bullet that is gigantic it's very fat like twice the size of a 45.

Now the box is sitting on the ground not far from us next to a couple of police motorcycles and they're a couple of rifles on the ground. I go to retrieve them or to retrieve the pistol but I can't find it. I look around I can't even find the motorcycles of the rifles it's like that whole section of the parking lot as vanished.

We are now inside a restaurant it's very crowded I'm still holding her in one of us is holding the black box with the gun inside. I'm apparently there with a group of people including my wife who walks by very bristly with a friend doesn't even look at me. I am frantically trying to figure out what to do with the gun.  I go into one section of the restaurant and it turns out to be a police barracks. Policeman everywhere they're all talking and I can't break into a conversation. The ones that I see are all women.

I decide we might as well get something to eat you sit I look for a table for two where we can talk and I'm going to try to figure out what's going on. There's now another friend a guy who was sitting with me and tells me I've got to get my s*** together. I look and it's 1:00 in the morning. I then look at the table and the gun is gone. I begin to panic again and ask him where it is. He thinks another guy might have picked it up because he's walking around the restaurant collecting cameras from  everyone. I catch up with the guy and it turns out to be Matt Damon. But when I stand next to him he's much shorter than me. I'm not tall he's just very short. He explains that he's working on a movie Project and the gun is a perfect Dark scary prop. I start yelling at him and tell him it's too dangerous but we don't know exactly where it is. I think I find it sitting on the floor in the back of a closet where is collected lots of the cameras but the dream ends abruptly and I wake with my heart beating rapidly.

Notes: The dream is very vivid When I am looking at the girl's hair it is as vivid as a lucid dream. Usually my vivid dreams are flooded iwth light, but this one was very dark but clear, I cant remember waking so scared with my heart beating.

What does the dream want? To be fearful of guns? Be cognizent of my relationship with Cindy? For me to be nore focused in my actions? For me to pay more attention to my dreams and dream skills?

Reality check: Considering gtting a pistol. Lust after strange women. Am random in my actions. I have missed writing down several dreams recently.

Bumper sticker: Guns are evil. 

Dreams to action: Be more focused and intentional in my life,

Six Hundred Dead

I'm getting ready at work with Paul and I realize it is getting late. He says he's got several things to do and I say I can't be late my first day of work.

I am now at work at my new position and I'm completely clueless. I am dressed the part everybody is in buying business attire. We're sitting around a large communicate communal table each of us looking at the work we are attempting to accomplish. We were all in sales but I have no idea even what we're selling. This will be the third time I work for the same firm and at first I think nothing has changed and I'm trying to sell 20-year-old technology.

I glance over and see my boss who seems to be in his twenties and take off for another part of the building. I'm desperately looking for someone to explain to me what control data is doing now. How are they making money what can I actually sell. I need a beautiful well-dressed woman we have an extended conversation while we're walking through the Halls. At some point in the conversation I turn to her and say what do you do? She looks at me with a surprised and indignant stare and starts to grow. While I'm standing there she zooms up to 20 ft tall or taller. She then hovers above the ground. I am looking up her long legs across her torso to her nose. The business clothes have been reduced to flimsy lingerie. She is very sexy but I'm still clueless.

I'm now in a large lunch room sitting up at a table that's like the top of a bleachers. There are two young guys that I know and we are talking. Somewhere randomly in the conversation one of the young men casually mentions 600 dead. There's a brief image of something like stamps on a wall possibly in memoriam. There's no further discussion on this topic but the whole situation has a dark foreboding.

Notes: The dream was very bright and vivid. I came in and out of the dream for several segments. n one of the later segments I get the idea that some sort of bio-tech is behind the financial success of the company.

World-first research by scientists at an Australian university 

has been unable to solve the mystery of 

why some rats glow in the dark.

Dragon's in the Diner

 I am in a diner, possibly with Cindy. We are being very careful and tiptoeing around a delicate negotiation of some sort. Our dragons are quietly sitting in opposite corners. We are deliberate about not arousing them.

Notes: Watched House of Dragons last night, then argued with Cindy. Got really ugly in my heart. Mimbled, you puss filled bitch.  Not good.

The Disolving City

 I am on a space ship looking out the window. There is a large city with skyscrapers visible out the window. It is very close, like the view coming in from a plane. We are now in an office setting  but something is terribly wrong, eventhough no one is panicing. The problem seems to be that the physical buildings and the contents are slowly terriating or disolving. The people are not directly effected.

I am in an office environment where we continure our routines mostly. One guy has a bit of a panic attach and hides inside a cabinet, but is talked out by the boss. I can see the rusting and bending of the cabinet.

A group of women file in and I examine one closely imagining getting closer to her.

I am out side the building watching different groups gather. There is an air of repressed hostility. I am now under a pair of brick walls crouching down as a tank rolls over us. The walls beging to crumble and I barely escape being crushed by rolling out from under.

I am back out on the hill that surrounds a large quad. Alex is with me and we casually pick apart some packaging to separate sone sticky pads that we plan on building something with to pass the time. I am carefull to collect all the packaging that fallen to the ground so I don't leave a mess.

I wake neutral and glad to have spent time with my son.

Tried Supliments for Lucid Dream

 Gulatamine & Choline

Wake then back to bed w/ suppliments. Programmed to have sex as primary goal. Intent to do reality check.

I am exploring a large cluster of buildings, many are bombed out but all are occupied with lots of folks pretenting to be at war with another group. As I wander through the streets it becomes apparent there are numerous activities ongoing and people are just gratitating to what interests them. It is a giant fair of different activities.

I find myslef in a small room with several people. There is a woman next to me that get very physical/snulgly, She take he top hof and goggles all over in excitement, ashe has no breasts. I wake up excited at a near miss.

I return to a similar scene and end up with a young blond girl with a paupers dress and her underpants are loose and slightly hangling down. Without forplay I start to get her in possition for sex and she says no, I am only a poor farm girl, I an confused but comply and wake up. When I retuen to the dream work I tell my self I will have money or gems but have futher similar opportunities.

Dreamed of Doing Violence

 I had a series of short dream while napping...I am walk back to the car with Cindy. I am holding many things and having trouble jugling them. Cindy takes one fron from me and I freak out. If you want a devorce keep this up fir a week...no just for the rest of the day. I drop all the things I am carying then grab be nipple and other breast thru her shirt and twist it them to casue pain, all while yelling, is this what you want?!!

Notes: Not good.

Looked up "Look what you made me do". Got this.

Behind the Meaning

I don’t like your little games

Don’t like your tilted stage

The role you made me play of the fool

No, I don’t like you

Like with any Swift track, she doesn’t come right out and say what this song is about. We have to surmise for ourselves why Swift dished out this searing berate. Given the time period, we have to assume the “you” in this track is referring to Kanye West, and/or Kim Kardashian.

The pair turned Swift’s career on its head when they accused her of lying about not knowing West was going to include the line I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex / Why? I made that bitch famous in one of his songs. Now we know that the video “evidence” West produced left out the piece that proved Swift’s innocence. Nevertheless, at the time, Swift got hit hard on social media for “lying” and “attempting to make herself a victim.”

This song takes aim at West and Kardashian for their little games. The role you made me play of the fool, she sings in the opening verse. In the pre-chorus, she starts to gain back some of her confidence, singing, But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time / Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time.

The chorus seems to blame West and Kardashian for their role in making Swift develop a harder, less naive version of herself. That sentiment is further fleshed out in the bridge: I’m sorry / But the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now / Why? Oh, ’cause she’s dead.

Beautiful Young Redhead at the Launtramat

Cindy and I are walking and we go to a local unique business. There are many things going on there. It's obviously been there for a long time and it's a community center in the sense that many different people are there. 

I reach in my pocket and I have an unusual key. It's very flat and wide. It's barely recognizable as a key and I see that there is a man working on a machine to duplicate keys and I wait in line to talk to him about it. Whilel I'm waiting an elderly woman suddenly starts making a scene and fussing and she may be mentally ill. Everybody takes it in stride but the transaction gets interrupted 

I'm now looking through a window, an open window with no glass and into room of senior citizens. They are all laughing and conversing sitting at tables like in a cafe. I come to understand that they are part of a movie or they have been part of a movie and it's all local amateur production but everybody is happy and having fun 

As I leave I see a beautiful young woman with shoulder length straight brilliant red hair. We start to talk, I realize that I've known her before. She says that since we met she's had the baby and they were twins and I am surprised and happy for her. I feel that we were close but maybe just a single encounter, not necessarily physical. While we're talking there's a guy laying down on the ground very casually interrupting this conversation and starts talking about random stuff in his life and her life. I kind of think that he may be the father of the kids and he's an asshole. I leave but want to communicate with her again and attempt to write my number down on a piece of paper but it's very difficult and I can't complete the task. 

We are now outside in a big open field. Rory is with us and I'm watching Cindy walk back to the car. I'm trying to catch up with her because it turns out the business we were in was also a laundromat and she's going back to the car to get the laundry but it's a long walk I am following her so I can help get the laundry. 

I'm looking across the field but very close and there is a very large cat the size of a mountain lion and I'm suddenly scared. Thet I realize it's got long hair like a house cat I'm also afraid. But right next to it what comes up is a giant prehistoric looking beast and starts coming for me. I get into a fetal position on the ground and the beast grabs me by the scuff of the neck and starts carrying me around. I don't know if he's going to play with me or eat me. I wake up afraid but mostly amazed at the clarity of the detail in the dream.

Notes: I woke amazed at the detail and clarity of the dream.

What does the dream want? Connect with a redhead?

Reality check: Didn't take long. Met my new trainer at the gym, a stunning redhead. Not as pure red and stunning as the dream, but damn.

Bumper sticker: Watch for the magic

Dream to Action: Doing it, just need to kick ass for 12 weeks!