12/23/16 Pleading with Protected brother and Cigarette Stealing

12/23/16    1:55am

Sleeping on the couch I had a weird dream.

It was a drama about a guy who got a bunch of money from his brother to keep some kind of factory going.

I think I was the brother who received the money, and I was also an observer in this dream.

It’s kind of short, but the drama was deeply felt.

So, I was just suddenly there in a large room resembling a work floor of a factory that seemed to have train tracks running through it.

A strange door  opened from a relatively high place on the wall.  It was a white door  that initially moved like a drawer when a handle  on the right was pulled.  The door swung own and out then opened via hinges on the right.  There was my dream brother in a kind of protective enclosure.  He was just able to stand there and talk.

I could feel that he was very important to all of us.  So I remember pleading with him  because he thought I  lied to him about why I needed money and what I did with the money he gave me.

Other people (workers?) were around observing.  I was like, “You think I would come to you and ask for a measly $450,000 if I didn’t legitimately need it?  I used the money for exactly what I said I was going to use it for. “

I got the feeling he didn’t believe me so I was pleading with him.  I walked right up to him.  He was in that protective case-thing and I climbed up a bit to look directly into his face.  I pleaded, “Look in my eyes, I promise I didn’t lie to you, you have to believe me”. 

I felt relief , suddenly.  For some reason, with out him speaking I knew he  saw I was telling the truth.

So his little protective case in which he could only stand lifted up, door closed down and then slid back into the wall.  The handle was then pushed up toward the wall.

I had another dream  as well.

Here’s what I remember:

I went into a store for cigaretts II don’t smoke any more quit 9/16/2004).

I can’t remember which brand I wanted. I went across the floor, turned right as I passed the register and looked on a shelf close to the floor.  I saw  several unopened packs of smokes scattered there.  There was also an open pack of smokes laying there.  There was an opening in the wall behind the bottom shelf where that open pack of smokes sat.  I figured the clerk was reaching in occasionally and smoking from that pack.

I asked if they had a particular brand ,  they didn’t.  The clerk said she had another brand though.  I said, no thanks and saw a price tag for one pack was $5.29.  

Without buying any smokes I walked out with  that already opened pack protruding from front pocket.

I quickly jumped in the passenger seat and we drove away.

This is all I remember of these dreams.

12/17/16 Wood Cutting, Devil Worship interruption, Deal not Honored

Interesting dream about a kid with long reddish-brown hair.

He looked like he was  around 16 years old.  Strange thing about this kid is that at times in this dream I was the kid and at others I was a passive  observer, and at other times I was an unseen friend of this kid.

I don’t know what his name is.

This kid got beat up two different times in my dream but I only remember the second.    There was also a narrator who would speak (unseen) like in a TV show.

He was walking home  (quite a long walk)  through the woods on a pine-needle covered dirt road.  Near the end of where the road would curve left, the boy would turn right walk through the woods for a bit then tromp down a shallow, but steep ravine, jump across the water then climb up the other side. 

We’ll get back to that in a minute. 

The boy lived alone I think. He went to a run-down building where the owner did odd jobs for people. The boy went there and asked  he had any fire wood for sale.  The man said no, but he would cut some..

So the boy waited there.  Then “I” became the man cutting the wood became boy and my brother (with a helper).  My brother was measuring every log he cut, and for some reason I was very impatient.  I said, “let me help.”  I started ‘reaching and grabbing’ (as they say) and I was throwing logs toward my brother so they could be cut more quickly.  But He was still moving very slowly.  I said, give me the saw.  “let me cut the wood”  he said no he’s got it.  I said, “you don’t have to measure every one, you can estimate the lengths and cut more quickly”.  He said, “I want the logs to look good”(essentially).

So I went back to the guy’s shop to wait for the wood.

I waited all day.  Then in the evening, I noticed people started arriving and pulling up chairs in the man’s shop.  Before I knew it there were a couple dozen adults worshiping Satan.

I just about couldn’t stand it.  I started saying the Lord’s prayer very loudly as I headed toward the door.

The people in the room were indignant to me waving their hands telling me to leave.

I went outside and headed home.

This would be the second time the boy had gotten beat up.

He went down the road, cut through the woods and just when he went to hop the water in the creek, he saw some area high school kids arrive  in a car on the road above. 

As I observed the dream, and the boy walked down the road, I heard the narrator say something to the effect that this is where the boy gets punished the worst by the boys.  He used a word like captive or kidnapped…. Something like that.

So suddenly I was an unseen friend walking with the boy.  Some other kids on bicycles were arriving  above as the boy, instead of jumping over the water, jumped right into the creek and started running toward what looked like a bridge over the creek up ahead a ways.

I (the unseen friend) had a squirt gun and I was spraying water into the face and eyes of the kids on the bikes.  One of the kids fell as a result.

They ended up catching the boy and pulled him into the car.  They were punching on him and doing I-don’t-know-what.

The next day the boy went to retrieve his firewood from the man who holds  devil worshiping services in his shop.  The boy was with  friends this time.  Then, I became the boy again.

I told the guy I was there to pick up my wood.  He then gave me a lame excuse why he couldn’t sell it to me; Something about  how it wasn’t fair to sell it to me when he had not put any on the market in town.

Now I became indignant.  I yelled, “you are full of shit!”  I was angry.  I cussed him up one side and down the other.  I told him I would never do business with him again.

This is all I remember of this dream

12/03/16 Truck Crash, Flying Roof Repair and Shrinking flight

12/02/16  Dream Last Night

Several parts to Last night’s dream and not necessarily in the correct order:

I got into my truck and was going to drive it somewhere but I couldn’t keep it on the road.  Although I didn’t think I was driving too fast for the curves, it was as if I were going to fast and the truck was swinging wide.  I drove around one curve and saw a guardrail  on the edge of the curve and hoped it would keep my truck on the road but it didn’t.  I broke through, hit a tapered embankment and launched myself into the air and down into a ravine. It was like slow motion. 

I remember thinking, “I’m going to find out what it’s like to get killed.”  Then I thought “I was not going to allow myself to lose consciousness.

The truck landed nose-first at the edge of a creek.  This is all I remember of this part of the dream.

In the next part, I was standing outside of some apartment buildings.  I thought I’d see if I could fly.  I did my flying movement (kind of like flapping chicken wings, but a bit slower; actually gripping the air with my elbows and pulling myself upward).  Up I went.

I went up to the roof of the apartment building; about 5 stories.  I saw some men on their hands and knees up there.  I asked what they were doing.  They said they were fixing the asphalt roof. 

They told me they didn’t have the money to have the roof replaced, so they were patching it by hand.  Here’s what they were doing:  They were (with their hands) scraping out bad roofing from within cracks in the roof.  It was kind of disgusting.  But I found myself helping.

This is all I remember of this part of the dream.

The next part I was just flying around.  I flew along a highway and came upon a (blocked segment?).  I was flying fast and didn’t have much time to react so I thought, I can shrink my size down and fly through grooves in the blockage material.  That’s what I did.

This is all I remember of this part.

I also remember dreaming that I was telling about parts of this dream to some of my co-workers, but the words would not come out my mouth.

This is all I remember of last night’s dream.

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11/19/16 Flying inside and outside

Dream this morning was about me flying again.  But this time I was inside at first in what I believe to have been my childhood home.  I had great control of my flying ability this time and performed the usual 'chicken elbow' flapping.

To describe this motion more clearly, it's like my elbows grip the air and I pull against it... levitating me.  I'm not flapping my arms quickly, it's rather slow and deliberate.

To show my control I few across the breakfast bar with great skill and control.

Next thing I know I was outside looking at some tall 100 foot pine trees.  I wanted to see what they looked like from above so I decided I was going to fly up there to see.  I assumed I'd have not troubloe  since I had great control inside.

When I started to fly, however, I didn't have the control or power I thought I'd have and I don't think I mad it to the top of the trees like I wanted.

This is all I remember of this dream.

11/16/16 Trump Tower and Parking Garage Fight

11/16/16

Alarm woke me from dream at 5A.M.

I was on a drive somewhere with my mom.  I guess I must have been young and in a car seat because I had limited views.  I could see through the windshield at and upward angle and I could see out of the door window to my left, also at an upward angle.

I was thinking we were driving south out of NYC and the traffic was backed up to a crawl… though I couldn’t see traffic from my vantage point.

I complained to mom about  both going out of town again and using this particular highway again.  She told me where we were going but I can’t quite remember what she said. Maybe some beach in  North Carolina.

What I could see out of the wind shield was two large white-ish concrete buildings on either side of the highway.  They were lit up with spotlights and towered high into the sky.  The shape wasn’t a clean rectangular line, however , it had lower roofed sections n front and higher sections in back.

I looked out the left window and saw a huge towering parking garage.  This thing was goliath and incomplete at the same time..  It also towered into the sky but it’s side to side massiveness equally massive.

Then I saw the tall white buildings and said (or heard someone else say) that’s Trump tower.

The next thing I know I’m being chased… I guess in this massive parking garage that is “incomplete”.  I slide down an embankment and onto a concrete horizontal beam that dead-ends.  I have to get out of there but can’t see a way.  So I go back and find  what seems like a good hiding place in a crevasse under a huge pile of broken concrete/cinder blocks and other building materials.  The space was actually pretty large and as I looked around I noticed other places where other people had turned into sleeping spaces. 

So I went back out onto the beam.  When I reached the end of it, I realized the beam was hollow and there was a telescoping section of concrete beam within the one on which I was standing.

So I crouched down and started sliding it out.   I was about 50 feet high and didn’t want to fall.  I wondered if I did fall If I’d have tome to ask God to forgive my sins before hitting the floor and being killed.

So I looked around and noticed other men standing on beam-dead-ends too.  And  my beam-sliding-section was almost reaching one guy.  I said, slide your section out to this one and we can cross. 

He was too scared too, so I slid mine out as far as It would go and ventured toward him.  As I got closer I realized he was on a beam supported by metal scaffold frames.  So I jumped toward the legs of one and climbed down.

I was on the ground and in a precarious position because there was a bad man and woman I ended up fighting with.

They wanted to kill me an the other people on the beams (I guess).  The floor of the grounds was concrete and now I only remember a couple parts… I was on a beam again listening to the man and woman conspire on how they would get me.  I had a hollow beam held an end to my ear, the other pointed toward the couple and listened.  (I don’t remember what they said because I couldn’t quite make out there murmurs.   So the woman was suddenly climbing onto the beam I was on and talking all nice.. I said, “what’s in your hand?”  She said , “nothing” as I stepped on her hand removing a syringe.

She was going to tranquilize me… or worse.

So I climbed down to the ground again where the man was waiting for me.  He said  some snarky remark like I was too week to survive this… so I grabbed him with both hands around his neck and started squeezing.  I saw I it was an effective choke  but he reached back and swung at me with his fist…. My alarm went off and woke me up.www.

11/13/16 Spock injects something into my neck

...about 10:30 A.M.  on the couch.

I dreamed I was sitting in some kind of reclined medical procedure chairlike apparatus.  I had two medical procedures.  The first one I remember they went into the back of my neck ad did something of which I can’t remember. 

I know it’s strange but I think the cast of StarTrek was performing the procdures.

The second procedure I was feeling a lot of anxiety.  I was afraid of what they were going to do.  I looked up and saw Spock looking down at me.  He said to relax but I couldn’t as he injected something into my spinal canal at the base of my neck.  Suddenly I started feeling my legs start to vibrate then go numb beginning with my feet.  At the same time, I could feel strange filling sensations in  my face and head .

This is all I remember of this dream.

11/13/16 Washer finding, Meat Cooking, coworker sleeping,, bad brick laying, nasty dump truck

11/13/16    5:53  A.M.

Dream I had this morning had a few different sections.

I was on location  with what looked like a TV show where some men were supposed to find some small metal washers that were located on the ground at the bottom of some building.  It was at night and I saw a few folks at different times locate them.  After finding each one they were to place it on a nearby nail that protruded from the building somewhere near where the washer was found. I don’t remember why but some nails were also found and laid on the ground pointing toward maybe the nails that had the washer over them.

So I think it was my turn and I was on my hands and knees reaching under the crawlspace of a brick building.  I could see the nail sticking out of the ground right where the bricks on the left side went into the ground/foundation.  I was feeling in the dirt for that washer.  Someone said, “come on you’re taking too long”  I said, “NO! I’m not leaving till I find it.” I finally found it. 

Then I got up and moved toward the judges area… but when I got there I found some4 or 5 men in the process of cooking something.

I remember them standing behind a long table each having a large pot sitting on a burner.  What they were cooking didn’t fit in the pot all the way.  The meat looked like a plump and was roughly rectangular, although it was tied on top, middle and bottom with string that pulled at the sides making the meat look slightly cylindrical. It looked like a giant chicken thigh in color and shape.

I was thinking since some of each person’s meat was sticking up above the rim of each pot that none were done cooking yet and probably not good to eat. 

Then I watched one guy pull his out of the pot, rip a piece off and shove it into his mouth.  He was smacking his greasy lips saying how good it was . 

Then I with some folks interested in what the meat was they were cooking.  There was a gaggle of them walking around like chickens but chickens, they were not. I was overhearing someone who said what the names of the animals were and I wanted to know if they were domestic  and if they were farmed (like cattle or Chickens).

When I went to ask, I lost my voice.  Next think I know I was on a roof  swing looking down at someone tryong to ask that same question.

I was yelling it but my voice was gone and it would not travel.  It was like the roof itself was swinging back and forth and the man below kept coming in and out of sight.

Another part of the dream I was  getting ready for bed.  I was going to sleep with a female coworker (not sexual) so I was getting in bed when this little boy came in the room and climbed into bed.  I didn’t know the boy, but I gathered the woman beside me did. 

Next think I know I was going to actually sleep in my brother’s bed (instead I guess)  but when I went in his room the bed was covered with socks laid out as if they were drying. They were all over the bed.  So I proceeded to lay them on the dresser and a couple shelves to make room for me to lay down.

This is all I remember of this part.

Another part I had to go to the store and buy some bags of brick mortar so I could lay some bricks on a job for my boss.

The store didn’t have the brand I was sent to get so I got another brand of the same color.  I got 10 bags.

I went back to the job and laid the bricks… but the bricks wouldn’t stay in place and after a couple (dream-days) the mortar was still wet!  It wasn’t drying…  So my dad walks up and says he has something for me to work on.  He wants me to chisel and weld something  As I was  walking with him I see my bricklayer boss, Ken, and tell him about the mortar I bought and I’m like I’m so sorry.  I’ll take the mortar back and pay for the bag I used.  You don’t even have to pay me for my labor  to build the wall, I said.

So I continue walking with dad, and Ken was walking with us.  A dump truck drives up and we are walking toward it.  It was at night and the truck pulled up  into a short alleyway stopping by a BUILDING’S CORNER ON IT’S right side..  The drive gets out and lifts the dum’s tailgate and lets it drop with a loud  “CLONG”.  A bunch of nasty liquid is jarred from the truck making a splat sound on the pavement.  Ken said, “That stinks’.  He said this a couple times. 

The driver repeated the clonging several times.  Then Dad and I continued toward the truck.  I figured I needed to fix something on the nasty truck so I (having seen the nearby electrical outlets on the wall on the other side of the truck I said to dad, I’m going to get the extension cords”.  He said, “that’s a good ide.”

This is all I remember of this dream

P.S.  In one part of the dream above I think I was dreaming in a dream because I woke up yelling something and was like ashamed that I, in all probability, woke up that coworker of mine.