Home Showing, Music Box and Obese Men

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30 Oct. 2011 Dreams

I was in a stranger’s new home. The strangers was a husband and wife couple.


The house had a very large living room on the order of 50’ X 50’.


The owners were showing me their new home and at this particular instance I was being shown what I believed to be a cathedral-esque organ (or chime) configuration they had built behind a huge wall.


The lady reached up on a single shelf that was set high against a wall.


It was almost as if I was a small child (now that I think about this dream) and I expected that what she was reaching for was a keyboard. I couldn’t see the top surface of the keyboard, though (as she reached for it) and I asked, “Is that a regular keyboard?” The man and woman said, “Yes” in unison.


Then as she brought it down I looked upon its surface and saw that it only had like 5 or 6 large white-ish buttons on it.


She pressed one and music started coming from walls all around the large room.


I looked toward the back wall where music was coming from looking for speakers, and saw some small metallic ‘things’ jutting from the walls.


The metallic objects were about 3 inches in diameter, they were cylingrical and jutted out about 3 to 4 inches with a cover that reminds me of the metal cap that goes on large oxygen (torpedo) bottles.


I exclaimed, “Talk about surround sound!” I can’t remember what music was being played, but I do remember the woman saying she was trying to get more selections.
I had another dream before the above one. I don’t remember most of it. There were some obese people in it.


I was with them and we all were standing around a cleared table… like a conference table.


2 of the fat people were interacting, and at first all I could see were their faces as guy 2 was making some comments and finished up with a remark about guy 1 having so many “jelly rolls”.


I looked at guy 1 and he was really obese! I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone that big, not even on the biggest looser.
This is all I remember of this dream

Handstand, Backhoe-Blazer-catch, and Soldier Laugh Attack

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Morning Dream 10/29/11

I was in a room and there were people around…. I think it was a barracks with soldiers laying on their bunks watching me… I was at near a doorway when I squatted down and attempted to do a handstand. I couldn’t quite get my arms to straighten out because I wasn’t strong enough to press to the handstand like I once could. So I stopped trying and decided to do some pushups instead. I started knocking them out, but I was on a spot in the floor where 2 rooms were separated and there was a hump in the floor where I was placing my hands. Therefore, it wasn’t a push up from a true ‘horizontal’ front-leaning-rest. (I was cheating).

I was part of a construction crew. I was a new guy trying to prove my value to the foreman who had to go somewhere when he told me to climb aboard the backhoe and he was going to follow behind with a Blazer. So I was driving down the street (what city, street, I don’t know) and suddenly the foreman was climbing aboard the backhoe I was driving. He said something like, “go drive the blazer.” So I looked back and the blazer was just coasting along behind us WITH NO DRIVER!

So without stopping the tractor I was on, I jumped down and ran toward the blazer which had slowed considerably. It actually began rolling backward and I had to chase it as it coasted backward and seemed to steer itself into a store parking lot.

The parking lot was completely empty of other cars, So there were none to stop the Blazer from hitting the store as it headed directly toward 2 large picture windows. I ran alongside the blazer grabbing the door through the open window and I pushed against the direction it was moving. I knew I was going to be able to stop it because It wasn’t going fast at all.

Once I stopped it, (the dream gets a little foggy here) I was suddenly a soldier again in the same parking lot and the Blazer was suddenly an army truck (not sure what type) with a canvass covered generator trailer behind it.

There were 2 other soldiers I was interacting with; one male, one female. The male said ….something that was a put-down about almost crashing the vehicle. He said something like, “You shoulda been wearing your (something or other; I can’t remember what)..” to which I said something like, “if that the case, I should have been driving around with my gas mask on to then, huh?” This dream statement was very witty, my dream-self thought, because I started laughing uncontrollably.

Wave after wave of laughter rippled through my body. The other male soldier had left, but the female one was laughing also; not so much because of what I said, but because of how I was laughing.

Rock Climbing, Nuke Thoughts and Motorbikes

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Part 1:   0ct 27, 2011

I was with a bunch of people at the edge of a cliff.  The cliff wall was comprised of huge smooth rocks that led steeply downward to a rock outcropping that in turn led to the ocean.  I believe it was the Pacific Ocean.

I got the sense I was with a group of folks who were on a confidence exercise and one of the instructors demonstrated how to climb down the cliff’s face without falling (without a safety harness or rope), then he demonstrated how to tie the end of the rope (that was dropped down to him) around his waste to be pulled back up.  The distance from top to bottom seems like was 100 feet or so.

So, the instructor picked me out and asked if I want to try.  I was scared (nervous) but I agreed.  

I was my ‘real’ age in this dream.  I remember thinking how odd it was to ask the slightly overweight and out-a-shape middle aged guy with no training to be a rock climber… but I was surprisingly good.  I chose the path I would take down the wall, where the hand and foot holds were closest together and where  it looked easiest.

Once I was down, They sent down the rope.  It was a fat white rope (3 inches in diameter (maybe a little bigger).  I wrapped it around my waste, tied it in a clover hitch and hollered up, “I’m ready”.

When I reached the top, I don’t remember removing the rope, I looked out across the vast ocean.

It looked like it was very early morning, judging by the level of light.  I couldn’t see the sun, although it was not very cloudy.

I remember thinking, almost expecting, to see the bright flash of a nuclear detonation far off beyond the horizon.  I wondered what it would feel like where I was standing if or when it occurred. 

Then I could hear a radio broadcast.  Simultaneously I was at the bottom of the cliff again looking at a PVC-pipe jutting from the ground.  Water was flowing from it into the ocean.  It had a flap on it that would only close then water stopped flowing out or when wave action from the sea pushed against it.

The radio broadcast I heard was of an announcer telling how the ‘water run off drains would be closed in the event of a nuclear disaster.

Part II

My wife, Candy, and I were at a store that sells used stuff.  (This is a dream-store in that I’ve never seen this store in real life before) accept possibly in another dream.  When the dream started, Candy and I were in the store’s outer foyer area.  We were watching some biker-dudes check out one of 2 bikes that were parked in a sort of rack that kept both of them upright.  One of the biker dudes said something like, “that’s a nice little (I think he said ‘lowboy’) or something like that.  They backed it out of the rack.  I remember it had a blue triangular seat.  It seemed to have a strange joint in the connection between the front wheel section of the bike and the remaing 2/3s of it… almost like there was an articulation behind the steering portion of the bike, but in front of the gas tank portion.

The guys decided they were going to buy that bike.  They had to pull out the other bike while looking and I was hoping they wouldn’t buy that one before I got a good look at  it.

So, they didn’t want it and put it back.  Immediately, I pulled it back out.  I saw this wasn’t a motorcycle like the other bike.  It was an old electric bike and I got a really good look at it.

I asked to no one in particular, “where’s the motor?”  Answer came back, “Look under the electrical tape.”

The electric motor was a long narrow device perhaps 1 foot long.  It was tapped beneath the transverse support bar between the sprocket housing and the handlebars. 

I couldn’t figure out how it drove either of the wheels though.

Then I saw a box of parts nearby.  It contained a gadget that had a little  wheel with a clamping device to lock onto a wheel rim.  It was like it fit over the tire, perhaps the front tire, and secured to the rim.  

You see, I think this was a really old (heavy) modified pedal bike.  Their was a bell housing type device that hung in front of the front forks which also supported a basket (for a battery holder) I surmised. 

While I looked the bike over, Candy went inside too look around.

I asked the guy what he’d take for the bike.  He said, $10 or $15.  I decided I wanted it.  I thought  figuring out how to get it going would be fun, and I hoped the electric motor worked.

About the time I decided to give $10.00 for it, my phone rang and woke me from my sleep.

Dream Clouds Destroys a Building

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Oct 17, 2011- This drawing is crude at best, but it is kinda like what I saw

I’m telling about a certain dream I had 2 nights ago so I only remember one aspect of it at this time.

I was outside, and I looked up at the sky and noticed some strange looking clouds.

They were shaped like boulders, and they floated within tubular-looking grayish-colored transparent tubes. I know this doesn’t make sense.

The boulders floated within the tubes which also floated.  There were 3 or 4 boulders per tube.

I watched as some of the boulders collided with a sky scraper building.  As soon as the floating boulders touched the structure, it emitted fizzling sparks that looked like an electric charge was being released into the building.  Then the building started to ‘decompose’ with electrical sparks of increasing area.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Pink Chem Trail, Bus Trip with Puppies

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Sun 9 Oct 2011

I woke this morning at about 7:45, then fell back to sleep when I had this dream.

I was boarding a Greyhound bus, going on a trip to I don’t know where. There were people on the bus already, a few people.

Before I boarded, I heard a strange noise and looked toward the direction of its source. It was coming from an object in the sky.

At first, it looked like a large comet had made it through our atmosphere and was transversing the sky across the Monroe, Louisiana area. But, it was way too large to be a comet, and it wasn’t moving in a strait line.

It was spinning in slow circular arcs and was leaving a trail of pink sparkeling smoke behind it. As the smoke particles (chem trail) fell, it began to spread out with the breeze, and I became nervous that it might be some kind of toxin.

Then, the object became clearer… it was a helicopter.

So we quickly boarded the bus and pleaded with the driver to get going. Before I got on the bus, I heard a sound that was like eminent death was about to happen. It was a horn-like screeching moaning sound.

So, on the bus we began moving. We traveled for a time then the bus pulled into a parking spot at a rundown apartment complex where he lived.

He said he would be right back as he exited the bus and went into his apartment.

On the bus, we passengers began speaking to eachother. Someone had 2 puppies. One was a fluffy little thing that looked like a grey husky… the other…I can’t quite remember what it looked like, but they were both cute… although I preferred the husky. I was petting them as I held them.

Suddenly I realized the driver wasn’t coming back and I thought about going into his apartment as some other passengers did just that.

I followed some inside and thought about going through his stuff (snooping), but knew it wouldn’t be right if I did that.

We passengers just went in to relax till the driver cam back.

This is all I remember of this dream.