Three Fold Utopian Dreams

Last night consisted of broken up sleep due to my lil' one being sick with a hacking cough. But waking up in random intervals helped in the recall department. My recall for the warehouse dream was exceptionally vivid & detailed which is awesome.
**side note: It should be known that I take a medication for nightmares and I've realized it helps a lot with lucidity and dream stability.**
oh, and one more thing... my personal thoughts during the dream are italicized. I feel it's important to understand & analyze the thought process you hold when dreaming for various reasons. Anyway, here are the two main dreams i remember...

Arrested Development & Drunken Mothers
I’m standing outside of a high class apartment building. My mom is drunk and wobbling around aimlessly with a glass of wine. She never drinks so I find this odd. I’m trying to punch in the door code to get her upstairs but I can’t guess the combination. I try asking but she keeps telling me random numbers and letters, and then laughs hysterically when they don’t work. At this point I’m frustrated so I start asking random people walking into the building to let us in but they ignore me. I sit down on a bench to calm down and figure out my next move. Just then, I see the entire cast of a show called Arrested Development walking towards the building. They’re all laughing and joking with each other as they walk up. The actress who plays the mother in the show sees me distressed and asks what’s wrong. I tell her the situation and she lets me in without hesitating. I say thank you at least 5 times as I drag my mom into the building who decides to randomly flip them off while saying something about New York bagels as we pass by. But the cast just laughs and says you’re welcome. Nice people.

The Warehouse with “Bad Lighting”
I pull up to a warehouse in the pouring rain. It’s in the middle of nowhere and I’m extremely confused. I stare out the window trying to figure everything out.
"HEY!”
The voice startles me. I turn and see Kaomea in the driver’s seat...
Wearing leather from head to toe.
Yup, that’s right…
Leather...

Kaomea: "You ready? We gotta move and get these lights out."
Me: "Wha? What lights? What the fuck is going on? Where are we & what the hell are you wear-"

She jumps out the car while I’m still rambling and runs in a stealth mode manner towards the warehouse. I think about staying in the car for a moment but decide my odds are probably better with my crazy leather wearing ninja friend as opposed to being a sitting duck in the pouring rain outside a creepy warehouse. I jump out the car and run towards her. I feel the rain hitting my face...
It feels like silk...
blankets…
running across my skin...
silk blankets on my bed...
bed...
why are my clothes barely wet? It’s raining, its pouring....
the old man is snoring....
and this is a dream. I am dreaming. I am lucid.
I get excited and the dream starts to fade... I try to calm down as everything starts to spin. I close my eyes and hear Kaomea.
"Breathe"
I feel her grab my hand and pull. I open my eyes and everything is stable again. We’re inside this huge warehouse with crates and boxes everywhere. It’s also a grocery store.... kind of like a Costco or Sam’s club & it’s really bright. Every light in the entire place is on.

Me: “ok, so what do we do now?”
Kaomea: “I told you, we gotta turn off the lights.”
Me: “why? Why is that so important?”
Kaomea: “the people who own this place are really tired. They’re good people and they need rest but they haven’t been able to turn the lights off for a very long time. They need our help, so that’s why we're here. We gotta help them find solace.”
Me: “ok, and what’s so hard about that? Where’s the breaker? Do we even need a breaker? We’re dreaming... I don’t get it.”
Kaomea: “No gypsy, shutting off the lights isn’t the hard part....”
me: “... then what is?”
Kaomea: “... Cleansing the darkness it leaves behind.”

I look at her blankly as she tries to analyze my reaction.

Kaomea: “what’s the matter? You scared?” ... She smirks.
Me: “actually... No... and that worries me a little.”
Kaomea: “you took your pill didn’t you?”
Me: “yup.”
Kaomea: “well, that’s gonna make things interesting. Ok, so… ready to make some new friends?”
Me: “yeah, I'm feeling pretty friendly.”
Kaomea: “good.”

She smiles and I instinctively put my hand on her shoulder. I see shadows start to climb the walls. Kaomea lifts her hand up from her side, palm up. It’s emitting a light that brightens as she raises it. She’s pulling energy from the surroundings and I’m pushing my own into her shoulder to help. I feel her reach capacity. I let go and step back as she slams her blinding bright fist into the cement floor creating a sonic boom of white light that ripples the entire area. It cracks the walls, the floors, the crates.... and every single light in the warehouse shatters. I hear demons cursing her name as they dissipate. Kaomea and I are talking telepathically now. It’s safer. She thinks she got most of the runts but the big ones are gonna take more than that. I agree and we split up.
The warehouse feels like a maze. I turn a few corners and get immersed. I walk down an aisle staked to the ceiling with crates. One falls off, narrowly missing me. I don’t jump or scream. I look up and see nasty looking.... roach-like thing with a human head?? Anyway, it’s hanging from the rafters, hissing and trying to drip some acidic substance on me. Then it dawns on me that don’t have a weapon. I start to feel a slight panic when the... creature? Starts climbing down the crates towards me. The dream begins to destabilize so I close my eyes and try to will some sort of weapon into my hands. Nothing. I open my eyes and see the creature getting closer. I nervously start to tap my heel. I notice the thing stops in its tracks and looks irritated. I look down and see little ripples of energy emitting from my tapping foot.
Rhythm. Rhythm. Music. Tones. Bass. Light.
Light is a weapon.
Light is love.
What do you love?
I love music.
My weapon is me.
My vibrations, my tones…
you’re on my frequency.
I feel the air change around me; I pull it in as I slow the tempo of my tapping heel. I feel a song flowing from me, naturally... as if I already knew it had the vibration I needed. I lock eyes with the creature in front of me and direct the white light waves emitting from my tapping at him. They carry the tune. I picture the vibration seeping into his spine and flowing up into his conscious... drowning him in the song. I focus on the words.

"Baby, you got a...
Got a bad, bad mouth...
Everything. Poison...
Coming out…
Coming out...
Cheating, lying…
Since the day you were born...
Someone…
Ought to…
Rinse it out with soap.
Wash. It. Out.
Wash. It. Out.
Wash. It. Out…"

It fills his head. His eyes bulge. I expect to hear a scream or cry but… nothing. Some of that acidic substance begins seeping from him and he dissolves. His body tissue is still vibrating to the tempo as I watch it melt into the floor… and that was enough to royally disturb the crap out of me. I run away, calling for Kaomea. I see reflections of random bursts of light in the rafters. I start to feel dizzy and sick. The dream feels like a fun house mirror.
I hear a hacking cough echo through the warehouse.
Cough? Who’s coughing?
My daughter. She’s coughing.
I'm gonna wake up.
Don't forget this. Don’t forget… you will remember. Details matter. Remember….
I repeated that over and over as I slipped awake.
It definitely helped.

** the lyrics mentioned above are from "The Life and Death of Mister Bad Mouth" by PJ Harvey.