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    Insights from Id

    Warnings: Sexual content, violence.
    While I am usually aware I am dreaming, I rarely do anything to change the storyline the dream is going down. I believe dreams send powerful messages and influencing them can disrupt those messages.

    1. Disaster anxiety

      by , 03-23-2011 at 01:21 AM (Insights from Id)
      Note: In order for this dream to make sense, you must know that right now I live in a suburb of Tokyo. My family has actually been given potassium iodide, but have not been directed to take it yet (and probably won't, we're pretty far away from Fukushima and aren't in any real danger).

      I am walking down an unknown hallway trying to get home. I see my one-year-old daughter, and she has a pack of potassium iodide pills in her hand. She is waving them at me as she toddles over. "You don't need those." I say. "We're very far away from the power plant." I take the pills from her and we exit through a door at the end of the hallway. I get tired of waiting for her to walk, so I pick her up and carry her. I see that I am at a part of the base where you have to cross an offbase highway and reenter through another gate. My house is on the other side. I see that (in my dream but not IRL) the crosswalk that goes over the highway fell in the earthquake and I have to cross at street level. As I head to the gate, the gate guard grabs my daughter from me and begins to strap her to a gurney. She starts crying and I scream at him to give her back, but they won't listen. Out of nowhere comes my husband, who decks the guy with my daughter and snatches her away. My son is with him.
      We get back to my house and grab our luggage, and get into the car. As we are heading out, the gate guard on the other side stops us and says that if we leave, we need to take some gurneys with us. We pack them into the back of the van and head off down ruined streets (again not IRL, the area I live in didn't get much damage).
    2. Playground

      by , 02-18-2011 at 02:09 AM (Insights from Id)
      I am in a playground with a friend of mine (we'll call her "A") and a Ghostbusters-era Sigourney Weaver. We are all playing like little kids, and eventually start fighting over who gets to go down the slide first. We have a paper-rock-scissors battle to decide. Sigourney gets to go first, then me, and "A" is last. Sigourney goes down the slide but when it is my turn, there is an asian woman I don't know and her baby trying to climb up the slide and I have to wait until they get off to go down. I start to get impatient. While I am waiting, Sigourney Weaver runs to a nearby corner store and buys a tub of Cool Whip. She says "A" can have some but I can't. She opens it and for some reason it is yellow. She says it is butter-flavored. I go down to the store and get my own, but mine is just plain and smaller, and I tell them they can't have any. "A" tells us to stop fighting. Then I realize I can't eat any anyway because I am on a diet. My kids show up and want to play, but I tell them there are mean people here and we need to go somewhere else. The dream ends and another that I cannot remember begins.