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D1 - I am looking at a third person view of a youth with long dark hair and sunglasses is leant against a wall in the dark, it is a split screen view of the same youth sitting in the blinding sunlight.
On one side the youth has made good choices and has good intentions on the other the opposite.
I am trying to choose between the two as they continually add choices.

D2 - In a large wharehouse style Art gallery/ exhibition centre.
The walls are all painted black and the lighting is diffuse from the high ceilings. I am talking with a group of artists but I feel they do not have proper motives and are trying to deceive others. They see me as a threat and I am chased through corridors of the exhibition. Running through the ground floor with windows onto a courtyard, in heavy sun. I run between their artwork, which is being resprayed from nozzles on the ceiling. The artwork is everchanging to create a moving painting, sprayed in a circular fashion.

D3 - At college a student is trying to cash in a credit payment. But is having trouble. I inspect the note and see that it is in fact an record form showing that they infact are not enrolled and owe fees. Everyone else is oivious to qhat the problem is.
I go into a dark room with lots of big old computer screens.

i'm watching a girl's story. there is a gas station on the street. she steals a car? or parks it wrongly in the median. something falls apart--- finally her cheating and her lying caches up with her and the truth is revealed. we learn the truth, she was not supposed to have her car there, probably not supposed to have that car at all. she was selling things from it and making her way, as a ticking time bomb. you could tell she was resigned to her fate, just trying to manage while she could. maybe she had also retended to be a teacher, and all the deception ws being revealed. i think it was only revealed when she died on that street.
i'm with a group of people. watching the story unfold. this other girl has a family. two families come together. something terrible had happened in the past to her family. they had all been murdered by the Dothraki....the new family she was becoming a part of brought her in under their wind to comfort her, to be her new family, and to also honor the pain she came from and to bring some sort of retribution to the past pain and injustice.




Comments: i have watched the Game of Thrones series a ton and read the books, so family, honor and death are parts of that, as well as the Dothraki, the feeling of having a clan, and the loyalty of family.
I am currently with a new baby. At this time of my life, I have reconnected with my mother, grandmother and brother SO much, and have been considering their role in my life, and mine in theirs... how much i really want to be part of their lives, and have them in mine. in one way, it's so nice to feel lke a tight knit family again...and also, it is very unsustainable, and i woke up thinking about how everyone could dies very soon...my grandma is 92 and could go any day. my mother is 65, so she will only see this baby to 20 or 30 years old, at the max. and my brother is very sick, and i don't know if he's gonna start getting better and live a long life, or if he will give up on this round. so, i could be without this clan very soon.

maybe this dream is about me losing my family and having a new one take me in. but it almost feels like the new people taking me in could represent my blood family, because they are taking such good care of me right now, when i feel like i can barely take care of myself, let alone a new life.
it could mean to really appreciate family, and to have loyalty to them while i am part of them. to remember to appreciate them while i have them, because they are mine and i am theirs and we won't be around forvever. but also, i can trust that no matter what the next chapter it, and whatever pain i suffer losing my family, i will have a new life, a new family and be held and have my life continue to be supported by community and tribe.

This is part two of the princess in trouble dream I had on the sixteenth of August. Sorry if the first part bored you, it gets A LOT crazier and convoluted the farther in it goes. I am just so excited about this dream, dreams this elaborate and long only happen a dime a dozen with me I treasure them when I have them. Here is the map of the house this took place so you can reference if you want or don't remember it from last time. Click the picture to make it larger, it's kinda small on its own.

Spoiler for dream house layout:

Part 2: Things in the house had become much less depressing after the new guy rescued me from being taken advantage of. I'd see him around the house and we would talk. He seemed so interested in me and nice, I was so certain that he had to like me. I began to notice that my other friend was starting to wonder about mine and the new guys relationship. I could feel that she was becoming jealous of me, but she never let on. She never did treat me coldly or anything, we were much too good friends for that, but I could tell that she was confused. My best friend, on the other hand, got more distant. She would suddenly change direction when I got near her and she would act like she didn't see me. Sometimes I would catch her off guard and we would talk casually, but it never lasted long before she walked off. I was starting to become saddened about what the new guy was doing to my best friends and I, we never had let anyone come between us and all three of us liking him was difficult. Things continued this way until one fateful day.

I always assumed that my best friend's crush on the new guy was unfounded, but I was standing in my room when suddenly this feeling came over me. My best friend had come to mind, and I could sense that something was happening between her and the new guy. Not wanting to walk in on anything, I waited for the feeling to go away before I went to search for her. I found her in her room, sitting at the table looking love struck, yet also troubled. I asked her what was up and she jumped like she hadn't known I was there, then answered "Nothing, nothing at all. Why you ask??" She spoke quickly and my suspicion became fact. He had just got done seducing her. It was this point that the new guy's status with me had gone from a nice, sexy, guy to someone who liked to stir the pot. I didn't mention my thoughts to my best friend and left the room. On my way back to my room I met up with the body guard. He noticed I looked troubled and asked if there was anything he could do. I thanked him but said no. Honestly, I wanted him to help me, I wanted him to hug me, but I only wanted that as an escape from my heart break that the new guy had caused, and I didn't want to take advantage of him. I think the body guard knew this; He kept my eyes locked on his, like he was trying to tell me how he felt through his gaze, but I walked away. I couldn't deny, from that moment a stirring feeling of interest had started to grow for the body guard, but I didn't want to jump from one guy to the next so soon after my deep interest in the new guy. The next time I saw the new guy the air about him had changed. I was starting to see him for who he was, but he was just too dang enticing. I couldn't make myself lose interest.

He continued to pursue my friends and I at the same time, and we were all too drawn in by him for any of us to back off. All the while my interest in the body guard kept growing inside me as well, we continued to have moments like in the small walkway. A time came when my two best friends and I met up in the meeting room to have a girls day and try to move on from our unspoken jealousy of one another. During our hang out, the new guy walked in and proceeded to show the most interest in my other friend, and my best friend and I noticed. He sat right up against her, looking into her eyes romantically, and we became uncomfortable. We took it as the final sign that he had chosen her and our friend day ended. I started to try and let my interest in him go away, and started to gear my full interest in the body guard. I saw him in the sitting room and we had a fun, friendly moment, and I was fully happy for the first time in a long while. We would joke around all friendly like, nudging each others shoulders and laughing. I was in my room one day when the body guard finally got up the courage to kiss me, and it was so great. The new guy never wanted to kiss me, even though I knew he had kissed both of my friends.

Later that same day, I was sitting in the meeting room alone and a sudden sense came upon me. The new guy had noticed my interest in the body guard and was heading my way holding something. He erupted into the room in a fiery passion of determination and threw himself in the chair next to me. He stared straight into my eyes and boldly announced "I want you to marry me." and he pulled out a ring. Total shock had come over me, I was completely speechless. I had abandoned any hope that he would want me, I was sure he wanted my other friend. Then two other rings had fallen out of his pocket and landed on the table. Each had a different color and look then the one he offered me, and I knew they were for my best friends. I wanted to tell him no, I had no interest in marrying him. My mind was geared on the body guard and I was about to decline his offer, when suddenly I found I couldn't say anything. I was absentmindedly nodding my head yes, and he put the ring on me. I sat in a confused stupor as he left the room, and I instantly had a feeling of deep regret for the body guard. It was my lands custom that after a few hours of wearing a betrotheds ring, you were officially man and wife.

I'm leaving my dream here. I don't want to make each part too long and make anyones interest go away. I predict probably about another part, maybe two, we will see. Hopefully someone out there enjoys these, I so really want people to like this dream as much as I do. It just speaks so deeply to me for some reason and I can't get it off my mind. The next part is going to get even more convoluted and hopefully I can coherently recollect it, it kind of starts going all over the place. Thanks for reading

12/28/12

False Messages
I am in my Fire Valkyrie heading for the moon, I hear the affirmations of my hypnotic program over the sound system of the Fire Valkyrie. It is telling me to take deep breaths and relax as I approach the moon and land. I ignore the part about having a space suit on and I just get out of the ship. I know it is a dream, so I don't need any such things as space suits. I walk around on the moon for a bit, I can still hear the affirmations in my head. That's when I notice something wrong with them. The affirmations are telling me I am worthless and that I might as well just stay in bed all day, it's not worth getting up. Those aren't antidepressant affirmations, they are clearly meant to make depression worse. I wonder if I have been totally ripped off when I bought the program. Well it was only $1, so I can't feel too ripped off… but I don't want to be using such trash. So I think maybe I can wake myself up by going to my own room and waking my sleeping body up. I open a portal and go into my room where I see myself sleeping. My earphones are in place, but there are two men, one on either side of my bed, whispering the negative affirmations. It's not my hypnosis program that was giving me negative affirmations… it's those stupid assholes. I ask them what they think they're doing, and they seem surprised to see me. One of them says I'm not supposed to know how to astral travel, I tell him it works fine in a lucid dream state… now they have ten seconds to leave my sight before this particular dream turns into a nightmare for them. They transform into Templar guards from the game Assassin's Creed II, the brute type which I have the most trouble with.

I comment that apparently they have chosen for this to become a nightmare. I form my Witchblade armor and sword just as they attack me. The armor is able to block their attacks, though it still knocks me down. One of them says it is might nightmare and pulls out something hair and throws it to me. It is my cat, Midna… and they have killed her! She is all bloody and mangled! That does it. Before they even know what happened I have cut both of them down. Apparently they didn't realize how pissed off I would be when I saw my cat. After the shock of it wears off I remember that it is just a dream and that is not really Midna. There are two dead Templars on the floor in my room… but one of them is still wiggling a bit. I really don't care. I telekinetically throw them both through my window which has turned into a portal that leads… well I don't know where it leads… but again I don't care. I look at my dead cat and think after pulling a stunt like that the portal can lead to the Dark Realm for all I care. I see my real cat lying beside me on my bed. She is looking at me. I reach to pet her but I find I can't actually touch her. Then I wake up next to her and start petting her.

With a Betrayer
I am in a small apartment with my former boyfriend James, but in the dream it seems we never broke up and are now living together. We are both in the bedroom talking about playing Assassin's Creed, it seems James thinks it is a stupid game. I tell him he doesn't have to play it. When he says he doesn't want me playing it I get annoyed and I tell him I'll play whatever games I like, he can play whatever games he likes. He asks if there isn't something else I'd rather play like Oblivion or Skyrim. I tell him I'll play those in good time, but right now I'm playing Assassin's Creed… and why should he have a problem with that? He says it is a stupid game. I blurt out that he is being stupid. And I'm not going to change what games I play according to what he wants. He says then stop dreaming about Templars. I tell him I'll dream about whatever I want to as well. And if that's to dream about Assassin's Creed then that's what I'll dream about. I ask what's gotten into him, thinking he is acting really strange. I change the subject and say we should get pizza for dinner. He says we should skip dinner and go straight for dessert. I say if it's chocolate cake he has a deal. He announces that he is horny and wants to fuck. I tell him he has gotten me out of the mood… he's going to have to get me back in the mood. He says I'm not worth that much trouble. I tell him then he can fuck himself. He says he thought he could get one final fuck before I was taken away. Taken away by who? He opens the door of the apartment and I see three men standing there, and my first thought is that they are real world Templars. James says he's sorry, he had no choice, confirming he has betrayed me. So I knee him in the balls really hard and tell him he may never fuck again. James doubles over in pain, the three guys come in and grab me. I find out I can fight with the skill of Ziva David off of NCIS which clearly takes the Templars by surprise even as I surprise myself.

So I proceed to kick all three of their asses, kicking a gun out of one of their hands when he tries to draw the weapon on me. I leave the apartment through the back entrance where I spot another couple Templars guarding the rear. Apparently they really don't want me to leave. There's just the two of them, so I take them by surprise and kick their asses in Ziva David style. A third one off to the side says he could just put a bullet in my head. I tell him to go ahead and do that… If I'm not tethered to a body I'll be in the dream state permanently and I'll be their worst nightmare. He does not shoot, but he looks frustrated. I tell him I knew he wasn't quite that stupid. I leave the place, not sure where to go now since I don't want to go back to my mom's place followed by a bunch of Templars. I am deciding where to go when I wake up.

Driving Me Crazy
I am in a car dealership looking for a new car. There are sales people all around me trying to sell me a car. I wonder why I am even looking for a new car since I have a perfectly good car already, and it's even paid for. People around me are arguing that I need fuel efficiency… no, I need safety… no, I need something economical. People are telling me to buy a hybrid… no buy an SUV… no buy an electric car… buy this… buy that… I am thinking that I am unemployed, there's no way I would qualify to buy a vehicle of any kind, certainly not a new one. My mom is there with me telling me I need to choose something low price since I have no job. I tell her I don't really want a new car. I'm fine with the one I have. She doesn't seem to believe me and brings over a salesman who is talking about buying a Fiat.

It is a tiny little car that probably gets great mileage but it has only two seats. My mom says it's not like I have a lot of friends anyway. I tell her again that I don't want a new car. She says of course I do and then starts trying to sell me the car as much as any of the salespeople. I remind her that I can't afford a car. She doesn't seem to know what to say. I tell the salesman I am unemployed, and he responds by walking away to a more promising customer. I think this is all really strange so I finally think to do a reality check. I am dreaming. Why am I dreaming about people trying to sell me a car? Are they beaming commercials into people's dreams now? I take to flying, commenting to a nearby pushy salesman that I don't need a car… I'll just fly where I need to go. My mom tells me to come back down right now, but I ignore her and fly up over Tucson. I think I'd like to go visit my friend Alicia, but I'm not sure if she's home or at work right now… I figure I'll check at her home and then at work. I fly in the direction I think Alicia's house is in, hoping I won't miss it since I'm not used to seeing it from the sky. I am getting quite exhilarated from flying but that wakes me up.

i should have wrote this first thing this morning but ya know, i didn't.
The dream i had bounced around alot but ill tell u what i remember.

My ex (daughters mother) was dating an old employee i used to work with. and i was helping them move stuff into a new house that they purchased and during that time i remember feeling pain and mental suffering, heartbreak as they were doing little things in front of me as if they were trying to hurt me mentally on purpose. In front of the door to the house they were moving into i was on a teeter totter type thing and it kept raising me up to the top part of the house then back down again. that's when i woke up. and as soon as i opened my eyes i felt like it was still happening but i then realized right away that it was a dream. it felt so real even though it was ridiculous. but i was relieved that it wasn't real

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with a friend, near something like the security desk of some big building. My friend distracted the security guard, who may have been a tall, black man wearing a blue suit and hat. My friend distracted the guard by pretending that he was either sick or injured.

While the guard was distracted I snuck along a wall. The wall was made of green glass, and it sloped slightly as it went up (pretty high) to the ceiling of the lobby. The wall at one point went behind another wall. The two walls formed a corridor which was a kind of secret passage to a hidden area.

I snuck into this hidden area. The area was just a small room, like some kind of plain, old science laboratory. This room may have led to another room.

At some point two people confronted me. I wasn't supposed to be here. One person was a man. The other was a woman. The man had long, scaggly, black hair, though he was balding on top. He also had a black beard. I can't remember how long it was. He wore eyeglasses and a white lab coat. I can't remember what the woman looked like.

I fought the two people and either killed them or left them unconscious. I may then have gone to the next room.

Something has affected the masses of society, so I escape to the mountains with my friend Dustin. We "hideout" in a classic log cabin, complete with a thigh-high wooden fence surrounding it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lincoln built it, but he probably didn’t.

Dustin and I are hiding up and away from the rest of civilization because something vague, yet dangerous has befallen mankind. We’re not sure of what it is, or how we’re aware of it, but once we find our supposed ‘solitude’ in the mountains things start to unravel. I should note that this Dustin wasn’t anything like the Dustin I know, except for the fact he looked just like him. This Dustin is immediately hostile toward me, and advances upon me outside of the cabin, and he ends up instigating a dream battle between us.

We grapple at first. To the casual observer it looks as we’re yanking each other around or shoving one another, almost as if we were “Indian Wrestling.” It is interesting to note that it was mostly Dustin attacking me. My end of the “physical” battle consisted only of defensive blocks. My offensive combat are more clever and creative (mind-oriented) whereas Dustin resorts to grunt physical movements (body-oriented). I spend most of the dream battle antagonizing Dustin verbally. My assault consists solely of insults, sarcasm, jokes, and a lot of laughter… everything I say makes Dustin angrier and causes him to retaliate stronger. I counter his punches and kicks expertly, which makes him angrier. I even allow him to land a few of his blows, all the while laughing and instigating.

I am winning the battle even though I haven’t landed a single physical blow. I believe this is because my verbal assault distracts his attention and focus, which gives ME more power. Dustin grows weaker as he spends more energy on physical attacks. I back him up against the short fence and all while talking to him, I execute my first physical assault, which is to pushhim over the short fence. He topples backward over it awkwardly, but not painfully, it was more embarrassing than anything. I have won the battle because Dustin has been made to look like a fool.

We both know that I have won, we seem to both understand the unspoken rules of the battle. I laugh in victory, which pours salt into Dustin's wound as he, upset on the other side of the fence and covered in actual dust, makes a quick movement and draws a firearm from his side. He fires the pistol at me once, as I feel a bullet tear through me. My laughter stops. I am not hurt. I'm not exactly shocked or surprised that I am shot, as I seemed to anticipate it earlier, but I am more disgusted/disappointed at the "cheap shot" (lol get it) after the end of the battle.

I touch my stomach where I am shot, and look down at my bloody hands. I shake my head at Dustin, and fall to my knees muttering snidely something about his inability for honor. I laugh again. I am mortally wounded, though I do not die before I wake up.

It is late at night and raining. I walk along a sidewalk, without an umbrella. The rain drenches me but I don’t care, it feels nice. There are other people walking down the street in front and behind me. A long black limousine pulls up in front of me. I see a few of the other people that walk around me get pulled into the limo. It pulls forward so that the limousine sits directly next to me. The door swings open, and I don’t have a moment to react or escape. They abduct me into the back seat. The back of the limousine opens up… it is exponentially bigger inside than it looks from outside.

Several Men in Black suits and dark sunglasses surround me and the other captives. One by one, each captive is held down by multiple men while another injects an oversized hypodermic needle deep into the center of his forehead into his third eye… the mind’s eye which rests just above and between the brow crests. The threatening Men in Black purposely show me this on a few of the captives so that I know exactly what I’m getting into. Once each person is injected they go limp and enter a catatonic state. Even though I know this and that this danger will befall me, I cannot escape.

It is my turn now, and I fight against the men with all my might. They overpower me easily, incomparable in strength. I see the giant oversized hypodermic needle come closer toward me until I feel it puncture the skin of my forehead. It stabs deep into my brain and I feel the liquid enter me as the plunger pushes down. Something is released within me and my entire body is seized with the most intense energetically buzzing. (similar to Sleep Paralysis). The electronic current flows through my system. I initially wonder if it is heroin. I am catatonic in the back of the black limousine, and it feels so beautifully euphoric that it hurts me to the core.

An alien invasion was unleashed upon the earth by the Grays. These aliens were specifically body snatchers and shape-shifters. They were manipulators of the highest ability, akin to the reptilians. The problem was that anybody could be one of the invading aliens. A lot of people also didn’t believe me, thinking that I was just being a conspiracy theorist. My closest friends in the dream were aware though, and a hefty portion of the dream was spent thinking a specific individual was an alien, but I was wrong.

The alien turned out to be masquerading as an ally of mine. We managed to ‘evade’ the other aliens by hiding in a forest… but it was all just a ruse for the shapeshifter to get me alone. When just the two of us stood in the forest, it transformed into its original alien form and tried to infest my body, to make me its next host. I ran, and tried to escape but no matter how fast or hard I tried, the alien was right on my heels. At this point, the stress and fear catapulted me into lucidity and I realized I was dreaming. I decided to stop and face my fears, so I stopped and turned to confront the alien. I told it that it couldn’t hurt me in this dream world. At this, the alien cocked its head and stabbed its hand deep into my chest (Mr. Smith a la the Matrix style). I could feel the alien drain my life force, as I started dying. My feelings were of failure and lost hope… as even though I stood up to a dream figure… I ‘died’

Tricking the Prankster Bear King in Space!


I found myself in space, fighting in an epic space war. I flew my own craft, that looked like a small flying saucer with a bubble top. (Spaceman spiff style) .


I did not want to fight anymore, as I didn’t find any worthy point in sacrificing my life for a war I knew nothing about. So I deserted. I "woke up" and I left the war and decided to indulge in my own explorations of space and the thrill of adventure. I flew far from the war, in the empties of space when I was attacked out of nowhere and shot down. I crash-landed my ship onto a nearby planet.

After leaving my ship behind, I explored the terrain and came across an attractive and sexually stimulating woman. I became excited and tried to seduce her. It was then that I realized the “woman” was made out of oranges and orange peels. I became upset, infuriated that somebody would deceive me in such a manner. I was determined to find out the culprit, and upon further investigation a forgettable dream character told me that the trickster was The Bear King. The Bear King reveled in pulling pranks and tricks, and that was how each Bear King was crowned: by pranking the previous King to become a much feared leader of the Space Bear Kingdom. I had never heard of The Bear King, but I didn’t care because revenge fueled my every move, so I decided that I would pull a prank on the King of Bears and Pranksters…and in turn I would become King. I was told that I was insane for thinking of trying, and that I’d never be able to accomplish such a feat, and that I would be killed.

I returned to the Bear Kingdom, royal bears lined the palace -- The King’s Subjects. The Bear King himself sat upon an elegant and elevated throne further into the palace. Thousands of soldier bears stood in line between myself and the throne. I then approached the throne, carrying a covered silver platter in my hands. I walked up the epic flight of steps and humbly approached the Bear King, and bowed. I told the Bear King that I gave up, that he was the greatest King ever. As an offering of my subservience, I showed the Bear King the platter. I uncovered the platter, upon which my penis lay. My dick was exaggeratedly huge, about three feet long and the width of a fire hose.

I offered my dick on a platter, and told the Bear King that it was a lollipop, a human treat of the grandest scale, that he had to suck. So, after having his ego thoroughly stroked, the Bear King accepted my surrender and started sucking my dick. Another bear realized that the King fellated me, and the Kingdom went in uproar. Ashamed and defeated for sucking my cock, the Bear King left the Kingdom as the crown was placed on my head. I became the first human Bear King to uproarious cheers.

PART 1 - CROCODILE DODGING WITH G

I'm walking through a water filled area with my friend G. I have to swim from one platform to another to stay above. When I get there, G informs me there are crocodiles in the water.

A bit further, walking along, a crocodile lunges out of a small puddle at me, about three times... but it's kind of moving in slow motion, and isn't coming at me full force, almost as if it's "pulling its punch."

I tell G that, "I need to get my old narcissism back, become A (old nickname from HS), I've become too understanding."

ANALYSIS

The crocodiles "pulling their punch" makes me think of a sheltered environment, being coddled, not exposed to "the real."

The narcissism bit seems literal. I actually do think that sometimes.

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PART 2 - CAPTURED

I'm walking home, turning a corner just down the street, it's dark... a shady character starts coming right my direction from the other side of the street.

When he gets close, I say, "you lookin'?" referring to drugs, to make him think I might be useful somehow, so he won't attack.

He says, "what you got?" I hesitate, wanting to leave options open, making sure he thinks I have something he wants so he won't attack. "Uh, could be anything..."

He realizes I'm lying and decides to mug me. I take out some money and say I'll leave it on the ground for him to pick up once he backs up a certain distance, to ensure I can escape.

He goes along with it at first and gets close anyway and holds me down. I'm held captive, and taken to his group's apartment. I look around for anyone who might sympathize with my plight, but no one shows any sign.

In the light I see the original attacker guy is buff, bulky, with a buzz cut. I remember one other guy, skinny, wife beater, tattoos. There were others, sort of a party atmosphere.

I'm able to get a look out a window, but I see that the next building is too far away to jump to, we're too high up.

I either escape or am rescued, I don't remember. I'm now at the apartment of the "good guys." Similar party atmosphere, everyone is just chilling. They're into magic.

I see someone who looks like someone I work with, K. She is a "good person" and would fit into this culture. It turns out to be her twin sister, my hope for some type of familiarity is dashed.

Someone suggests I call the cops. I wonder why I hadn't thought of that.

I'm on the street (downtown somewhere). I see a cop, 50s, gray hair, mustache, cop hat... I tell him what happened. I don't remember his response. I don't remember at what point in the timeline this took place, it may have been later.

I'm back at the "good guys" place, and the "bad guys" break in - turns out they know magic too, except they're way more powerful than the good guys with it.

The original guy who attacked me is riding a flaming horse. I'm helpless, and think this is probably it for me.

ANALYSIS

This is the second time in a row there's been a shady character who I've tried to fool by leading them on with drugs associated with this same corner near my home! The previous time was on July 30th, before I started recording my dreams online.

"I'm walking down the street to work, it's dark, a shady Muslim dude (in full gear) heads in my direction presumably to mug me. I distract him by asking if he knows where I can find $1000 of weed to play on his self interest. He goes along with it, says we would have to leave the country. We drive the rest of the way and park outside my work. I ask how I would contact him in the future to make him think I was interested in the long term, so that he'll let me go for now. He knew I was lying all along, however, and became angry."

I feel like trying to "trick" the "attackers" is what got me sucked into the web (captured in last night's case)... like I was being punished for being deceptive. They both went along with it at first... like a test to see how deep I would dig my own hole.

This may link up with the message promoting sincerity from the "free beer" dream two days back. I feel this is applicable to me in that I tend to be hyper-aware of managing the impression others have of me, fundamentally out of fear that they won't like me.

The message that stands out, in essence: being deceptive out of fear is a trap that creates your own personal hell from which no one else can ever save you. This must be my "conscience."

I should focus on cultivating honesty; asking myself more in making decisions, "Do I feel good about doing this?"

Dream 1:

I am with my mom and brother in a van in a hotel parking lot, and it's raining. We drive around the hotel along a circular road and come back to the hotel. We park and my mom gets out. She steals two purses (completely unlike her) from the back of a truck and we go into the hotel. We are in this huge hotel room for a couple of minute just hanging around. (I wake up)

Dream 2:

I come into a room with stairs leading down to a dark body of water (looks like a river but the water is still). A man is on the stairs and tosses me an alka seltzer (he calls it a different name - i forget what he called it). I tell him "no thank you" and toss it back. He drops it, so I bend down and pick it up. I again toss it to him, he misses, and it falls down into the water. I try hard to grab it but cannot seem to grasp it. It starts floating out further into the water - I feel bad I will have lost his alka seltzer and get in the water to retrieve it. I suddenly become frightened like I've been tricked. Just as this feeling comes a man pops out of the water and I know he is there to harm me. (I wake up)