Smoking, CBS, Accordian, Drowned Baby (Bully), and Marching Soldiers)

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12 Oct. 2010  Dream

I, with about 10 other people were being herded into an office building for a job interview.  (This is a familiar scenario).  I think I remember this part of the dream…. I followed the directions on the floor while everyone else headed toward the elevators.

I followed the lines on the floor which led me through a door, outside, across a courtyard, then in through another door. 

I was going to go in for an interview, and was making sure my shirt was tucked in and my tie was strait.  Then I came across a bulletin board with a lot of greeting cards on it.  I looked at them and realized they were cardsj”in memory” of an actress who had recently passed away.  (I can’t quite remember who it was)  She wasn’t known for a starring roll and I remember the show she was in was short lived. Above the bulleting board were the letters CBS with the “Eye” logo.

Then I realized I was smoking INSIDE.  I took a drag off the Cigarette and exhaled a long thick plume of crey smoke when I began feeling really self conscious about it…. so I headed toward the exits.

The first set of doors  were locked.  I went toward the next set of doors.  A doorman was standing in something like a small booth; he impatiently gestured for me to come closer and use one of the doors  near him.  The building had a wall of doors… kind of like the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN.

So I went outside where my wife was standing.  She said, I bought you an accordion.  (I don’t play an accordion and never have).

We started walking. Then I looked around and saw the “CBS” building was only one of 4 identical buildings.  They were separated by a crisscrossing of sidewalks in a massive courtyard.  Between the sidewalks were grassy triangles some of which contained little or no grass at all.

I can’t remember the exact conversation I had with my wife, but … at this point she didn’t look or sound like my wife…. she had an accent; pronouncing all her S-sounds like a ‘Z’ … maybe that was a French accent.. yes, French.   Here looks changed too.  She had freckles, and strawberry blonde hair…cut kind of short.  It hung straight and stopped between here ears and shoulders.

I was telling her, greasping here by her shoulders) that I loved here.  and we were walking with someoneelse, my best friend.

At the center of the massive courtyard where the sidewalks met, was a concrete sitting structure. It consisted of concrete benches lining  the parameter of a raised concrete  wall.. about 3 feet high.  On top of the square wall was s glass dome.  A person could step on the bench, then lay back across the dome… that’s what my friend was doing.

He fell off into a buddy triangle and got muddy water in his mouth.

he jumped up, holding his mouth open pointing at it… he was practically jumping up and down.  I said, “well go rince it out!”  He ran off, and I started laughing.

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I dreamed a baby was drowned in a swimming area.  I told my wife on shore, as I swam, that she might have to call 911.  I drew closer to the body I could see through the clear water.  The baby had only a diaper on, and was face up at the bottom…not moving.  I decided it was what I thought it was and yelled, “call 911”  I was going to pull the baby up, but suddenly it wasn’t a baby at all.  It was a big fat man.

He came to the surface and began bullying people.  I watched for a few minutes and decided to stop his madness.

The fat boy got out and stood on shore.. a rocky area that I was going to stop him from bullying.  I ended up kicking the dude’s a$$.  When he was beat up, I extended my hand in friendship. I was riding in a vehicle past a training soldiers.  All the soldiers were in formation marching.  They seemed to be elevated, and the road I was riding on seemed to be lower… I saw the guide-ons (flags representing the various units) leading the formations.  There seemed to be thousands of soldiers.  I was saying to whomever was in the car with me, “That used to be me.  I know what they are going through.  I used to have to do the same thing.  In my dream, I rember thinking, it’s late and they are no where near going home.

This is all I remember of these dreams.

Then things changed