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.