Vibrations and Frequencies

Sleep
Sleep: 12:30am-1:00am
Wake: 10:00am
(Time: ~8, 8.5hrs | 5.5cycles)

Dreamsigns collected:
1. work-related dream

1. At my job in the stockroom. They're cracking down on the drugs in the factory. There are giant columns of products against a black shelf, and it's the only one I can see – and as my attention goes to the top of them, I am at the top of one, holding on and looking down. I realize I need to hide the drug(s), and think about hiding it in a lotion bottle near the bottom. The columns were now lotion bottles. As I try to remember the spot of where the lotion bottle would be if I hid it there, I realize it's too hard and decide against it. There is an intercom above us.

2. -At some weird building. It's sunny outside and has bright lighting. Looks like a school building. One girl comes out of a room in a wheelchair, her mom pushing her around, and she says "I don't hurt." I shake her foot and move on.

-Looks like a continuation of the last dream memory. I'm at the outside of a building, same setting as the school, but the route I took looks familiar (and I remember dreaming about taking a path that I saw in the dream, so this is just a remembered fragment). I start moving around oddly, jumping up and spinning like a top, and bouncing on the ground and moving faster.

-Go up to the front of a building, two people walk out among the others. Two guys come forward, one in a wheelchair. The first guy's eyes poke out, he hands out his right hand for me to shake, and I shake it with my left hand upside down. They ask if I'm going to join in something, I say "no, I was, but I'm just more interested in hockey." (I don't like hockey).

3. At my house. It's nighttime and dark, and I have to walk through my parents room and wake them up to talk to them for a minute, something that makes me uncomfortable.

4. I'm at the mall, and I'm standing outside of a store. It's my job to try on different soaps. I'm rubbing it all on me, mostly shameless. Some army guys come up and ask how they can try it. I say they can't basically. It's just me. Then an older friend, Lucky, looking super gothic/'hardcore' with tattoos and frizzy hair, and her friend walk past me. Then Scrappy walks past, and laughs and shakes his head "no." He walks away, I smile and wave him off.