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    1. misbehavior march

      by , 02-01-2012 at 02:58 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I may have been in a meeting with people from one of my previous jobs. I had walked out of that meeting. I was now walking into something like a kitchen area for a restaurant, or maybe for something like the cafeteria of an elementary school or nursery.

      The kitchen was busy with people, and it was possibly humid and warm. Most of the people in the kitchen were kids. They seemed to be engaged in some project, like they were cooking together for some confidence-building exercise. Most of the kids seemed to be washing dishes, though, or playing around in the sink.

      There was a big set of wire-rack shelves right before the door, on the wall opposite the door. Before the racks, a higher-up woman from one of my old jobs, PD, was bending over, reaching for a plastic container of some kind of powdered food. PD looked a bit shorter and thinner, though she was still overweight. Her face also looked a bit too pale and dry.

      I feel like at this point all the kids may have gathered around me. They thought I was a fun guy to hang out with. I may have interacted with them a little more enthusiastically than I would otherwise have, though, since PD was around. I'd always kind of admired PD, so I wanted her to think highly of me. I thought she'd be impressed if she saw how good I was with kids.

      Somehow, though, I now needed to lead the kids out of the kitchen and through the next room, which was either like a classroom or a lobby in some school building. Although I was technically "leading" the kids, I was really in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by all the kids.

      I got the idea to get the kids started on a march. We would march and give a marching chant. The chant had the cadence of the "I don't know but I've been told" chant stereotypical of military marches. But I thought it would be funny to make a chant encouraging the children to misbehave.

      I would say the line, then the kids would repeat it. We chanted as we marched up toward the back, left corner of the room. I chanted, "These are the things that I do."

      The kids repeated, "These are the things that I do."

      "When I want to -----" (Go and play? Go outside? Go away?)

      "When I want to -----"





      "Running away."

      "Running away."

      At this moment, two of the older girls (maybe 11 or 12 years old) ran off to the left, just as we were approaching the door to the classroom. The girls seemed to run past a bookshelf, behind which stood two adult women.

      I decided I needed to follow the girls and bring them back. This may have been because I didn't want them to set a bad example for the class. But I think I also wanted to follow them because I was sexually attracted to them, and I wanted them to stay around me.

      I broke away from the rest of the group and followed the path of the girls. I ended up in some room where two slightly overweight, Latina women were sitting on couches. They were both discussing their bills and their debt. I may have felt like the women were similar to PD somehow.

      I saw one of the women's checks. The name on the check was Kerolos. Something about the name didn't make sense to me. Later on I saw another check. It seemed to have come to the woman from some business man. The name on this check was Carolos. This made more sense to me.
    2. counterfeit argument; porn in hat-box; bad movie seats

      by , 11-07-2011 at 02:14 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in a store like a high-end gift shop with my family. My mom, a couple other family members, and I were all huddled in a circle, conspiring to rip-off the store somehow. We may possibly have settled on something regarding a check. I then walked away from my family.

      I had a green slip of paper in my hand. This was a check. I walked toward the corner of the gift shop, where there was a huge statue, maybe of stone, of something like a stereotypical Native American chief, with a big, feathered headdress. The shop must have been in a mall: a few meters off to my right was big, wide doorway leading out to a huge hall.

      My sister ran up behind me. She started arguing with me about how I hadn't included her on the plans to get money. I told her something about how she had been too late for the meeting the rest of the family had had.

      My sister wasn't taking any excuses. She now had the green "check" in her hand. We stood in a kind of empty space in the shop. My sister started yelling at me that she knew I'd created this counterfeit check, and that my signature, forged to be someone else's, was the one on it. My sister would get me sent to jail.

      A woman walked up from beside some glass counter-cases, like jewelry cases. She asked my sister if there was any problem. I may have told the woman there wasn't any problem, hoping that my sister would just stay quiet.

      Dream #2

      A bedroom in an apartment. The apartment had all black walls, almost like they had been burnt, or like they were walls for a theatre production. The lighting of the apartment was also very stage-like. The apartment seemed to be from the 1950s.

      There were three people in the bedroom: a husband, a wife, and the husband's friend. They were all maybe in their late forties or early fifties. The men were dressed nicely. The woman was done up for bed. She wore a thick, pink robe with dark pink lapels, and she had her blonde hair done up in thick curlers.

      The husband himself may now have been getting into bed as well, maybe just dressed in a white tank-top undershirt and a pair of boxers. He may have been kind of skinny, bald and big-headed, with a mustache.

      But just as the husband seemed to be getting himself settled in the bed, the wife found a porn novel. The front cover illustration may have shown a pretty, blonde woman in pink underwear in some kind of night scene.

      The wife yelled at the husband that he shouldn't be reading this kind of stuff. The wife ran out of the room with the book. She threw the book out of the house, out onto the stairwell landing.

      The husband's friend cried, "No!" as the woman tossed out the book. The book just sat out on the landing. But I knew that the husband's friend was going to get the book.

      The husband's friend may then have given a little speech, in narration, as if to the audience or in his own thoughts. He said, "A book like that is too valuable just to throw out. Besides, he likes those books. But if I just take it back and hide it, the wife won't care."

      The view may now have been of the bedroom again. The husband was in bed, but the wife was still walking around the room in her robe, not getting into bed.

      On the wall to the right of the bed was a closet, which may have had its door open. The closet had a high shelf, on which was a brown and tan striped, cylindrical hat-box.

      The husband's friend continued, "I'll just hide the novel in the wife's hat-box. That's where I hide all the husband's pornographic materials.

      "The wife knows it, of course. Every time she opens her hat box to get her hat, she sees all the husband's pornographic materials. But the wife is okay with that. Because this way she knows that the husband is at least trying to hide his pornographic materials."

      I may have seen a second hat-box in the closet.

      Dream #3

      Possibly a dream where I was in a theatre, watching a movie. The theatre was enormous, with three aisles of seats, in a kind of flat "U" shape. I was sitting near or in the front row, toward the left end of the theatre.

      I may then have been sitting far toward the right end of the theatre. I had a female friend with me. We may have been stuck behind a column. With the column and our veered angle of the screen, the view was really bad. The screen may have been big and at normal height at first. But now it was high up and kind of small.

      I asked the woman if she was okay with our view. She probably wasn't, but she probably told me it was fine.