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Had one with jamie. I was driving a car and she was suddenly int he next seat and casually said "Hi."

Various work related dreams...

Had a dream with Bjork in it... Honestly thought I was years past that phase.

Can't remember much else...

I get invited to the tour of a Belgian rapper/producer to perform a remix of his track life on my SP404 without any rehearsals, live in the fancy concert venue which is a nice stage in the other floor of a cheap chickenpox noodle soup restaurant.

I started dancing on stage after his song started earlier than expected because his girlfriend fainted live on stage during her performance.

23:30 ?
06:30

+ [vague, fake?] coding program on computer

+ meet Dana(?) in sea of cubes at CS department, walk through them, see really fat guy in cube on computer with others

+ break in in Mart. apt.: I'm in my room in Mart. in R., and I see a bunch of my little trinkets lined up on the window sill, the window is partially opened. I pull some of them back (?) away from the window because I think someone may try to take them from the outside. A gang of hoodlums comes up to the window, climbs up on the wall outside the window, pull open the window, and enter my room. I scream at them "Get out of here! This is my place!" but they don't leave. I soon am fighting one or two of them, it's a vicious battle. I imagine I have a knife and cut the back of the neck of one of them. In the hallway outside the room on top of a tall cabinet one of them is bandaged and resting(?).
[forgotten portion]. Outdoors, on the city streets, evening/dark lighting [DS!] I'm returning to my apartment, jogging through the streets. I pass a street vendor display table of sweets, like crunchy bizets, I think for a second, then pick a small piece up and start eating it and keep on running. Out of the corner of my eyes to my right I see the vendor (a woman?) tsk-tsking this bad behavior. I feel bad and stop and pay for what I ate (40 coins?), giving the explanation that "I was attacked earlier!" The vendor makes some response to this.

+ arrive to an office in morning, it is a sea of cubes [DS], say "good morning" (in English and F.L.) to many people as I walk through the hallways between the cubes, turning left and right at times. There is a woman who was waiting for me, saying I'm 30 minutes late. I'm teaching a class? I arrive at cube, it's full of students, some of which are sitting in the next cube but I can see them through the cube wall somehow (like it's partially transparent).

+ Standing outside a bathroom in a hallway with L. One guy enters the bathroom and I see he sits down to do his business, there are not stalls or doors, it's a fairly large room and he is sitting on the far wall way from the door. Then another guy enters the bathroom, the first guy complains, but the new guy is the owner of this bathroom so he's going to do what he wants to do, he sits on a toilet just to the left of the door, quite close by. I want to close the door so L (who has a very sensitive sense of smell) will not smell the results of their activities there.

Then I'm sitting with L at a table (long picnic-style table? [DS]) , across from us is the rude man who owned the bathroom. He's bothering L. He sticks his finger into L's shoulder and sort of rubs it in. L pokes him back in the shoulder in the same way. I tell him very angrily and forcefully "DON'T TOUCH MY WIFE!!" when I say this, I get a sense of satisfaction from L, like she really likes it that I'm standing up for her like that. (She?) says she may be pregnant (from his finger poke?), and gets up naked (bottomless at least) on the table right in front of the rude guy and widely spreads her legs. She's doing this to mess with the guy. I'm shocked by this and say "good god, L, what are you doing!?" The guy fishes around in her <ahem> for a few seconds and pulls out something, some small cardboard object.

I'm arriving to a room with L and some other people there, the rude man is now a wise judge, and the group is telling him about different kinds of reality checks you can do.

Slept decently, but short (late bedtime 23:30-23:45, so lost almost a full sleep cycle)
Still got up at the 07:00 alarm

+[f] [vague] watching a (woman?) entering a (cabin?) outdoors

+ hanging out with people at a auto parts counter (also outside?), talking about car components?

later:

+ a woman drives up to our street (house outside the city, dirt roads), approaching from a side road, and stops and parks directly in the path of our road, completely blocking traffic

+ talking with a (young woman?) at a table about how I got my 2nd job: contacts from people I met at professional conferences. At this point somebody delivers a large piece of what looks like petrified rice, it does not look very appetizing.

I had another dream last night where me and my sister were stuck in Granddads old car in a rainstorm.

When this dream started, I was with my mom and younger sister at a party supply store we used to go to when I was a teen. We were in the store to get decorations for a 4th of July Cookout we were going to be having at our house. We were getting all sorts of red while and blue themed decorations to use to decorate for the cookout and also got fun things like sparklers and party poppers. When we got to an aisle where there were costumes, mom saw an Uncle Sam costume that was on sale and decided to get it so our dad could dress up in it. Me and my sister both tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted on getting it since it didn't cost much and figured someone else would be willing to wear it if dad wasn't willing to. As we were walking towards the checkout lanes, mom noticed that red while and blue balloons were on sale and got several bundles of them as she though it would be fun to use them.

Once mom had paid for everything, we walked out of the store to the parking lot where granddads old tan reliant was parked a few rows away. When we got to the car, mom opened the trunk and filled it up with as much of the stuff that she had bought at the party store as she could. Once she had the trunk full, mom unlocked the front passenger side door and told me and my sister we would both need to ride up front with her. I stood off to the side for my sister to get in first, but she reminded me it was her day to choose her seat and I was sitting in the middle. I reluctantly sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat which was really hot and scooted over to the middle seat and then fastened the tan lap belt around my waist. My sister than plopped down in the passenger seat to my right and then fastened her shoulder belt and then closed the passenger side door. Since it was hot in the car, I rolled down the driver side window while my sister rolled down the passenger side window.

Once mom had everything loaded in the back seat, she took the shopping cart back to the party store and then rather than joining us in the car, walked to the supermarket that was a few stores away. Me and my sister had to wait in the car for a while until I finally saw mom walking out of the supermarket walking towards the reliant pushing a shopping cart. When she got to the car, she unloaded the shopping cart into the back seat and then went to take the cart back. After returning the cart, rather than coming back to the reliant where me and my sister were waiting, she went to the liquor store that was a few shops away from the supermarket.

Almost as soon as mom went into the liquor store, it started to thunder really loud and then pour down rain. Me and my sister had to hurry to roll up the windows as the rain started coming down even harder and harder until we couldn't even see the liquor store that mom was in. While me and my sister waited for the rain to stop and mom to get in the car, something started to really stink in the car but me and my sister couldn't figure out what it was. The rain kept coming down really hard and there was nothing that we could do but sit and wait in the car and try to deal with smelling the horrible smell.

Eventually, the rain let up enough that mom was able to leave the liquor store and make it to the car and sit down in the driver seat to my left. As she was putting the key in the ignition, she noticed the smell and asked us about it. After a few times turning the key, but not being able to get the car started, she asked if me and my sister may have stepped in dog poo because it really stunk in the car and smelled like poo. My sister quickly checked her sandals and told mom there was nothing on them. Before I could inspect my shoe, mom noticed I stepped in something and then my sister let me out to clean it. I woke up from the dream while I was trying to get the dog poop off my shoe and mom was trying to get the car started.

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bedtime: 22:20

Probably my most emotional, direct, confrontational encounter with my deceased wife these many years after her passing.
I've had many dreams where she "returns" as if from a business trip, and I'm already with my new wife (usually before we were married), and I have a huge dilemma about whom I will stay with. But this time I remembered...

~ 03:555

+ [vivid] I'm driving in a car with my 1st [deceased] wife. She's in the driver's seat driving the car, I'm sitting in the right hand side of the back seat. We are not in good relations, she's upset with me, like our relationship is ruined. Music is playing, and a Billy Joel song begins (seems like "Rosalinda's eyes", the musical climax portion of the chorus), it was "our song" [false, that was Natalie Cole songs], and my wife becomes emotional and says she still loves me. (She cries? I cry?) I reach out and stroke her shoulder to comfort her.

I'm standing outside in the sunlight in an open area. I look at my hands [I've been working on "I find/see my hands in dreams and realize I'm dreaming"], both of my [true in waking] rings are in place [First time that's happened!], the silver one and the wedding ring, one each on their proper hands ring fingers. I realize I'm married to my new wife now. It's the [familiar] dilemma -- what shall I do? I have no intention of leaving my new wife. I decide to remove my wedding ring for the meanwhile to hide it from my 1st wife. I'm a bit concerned about losing it rolling around loose in my pocket. I notice that the ring has left very noticeable impressions on my ring finger, from the protrusions it has on the inside face [false, this is day residue from viewing pictures of the Oura sleep tracking ring in the day, which has electronics on the inner side of the ring]. I think she still may see these markings and suspect something, I rub my finger where the ring sat in hopes that they'll smooth out and become not so visible.

My first wife is consulting a lawyer about a divorce. She is reviewing some papers and reading some excerpts from them.

I'm thinking about what I can do -- I'm married to two women at the same time. This is bigamy and I know it's against the law. I could end up in prison for 10 years. This has me very upset. I'm thinking and thinking what to do. I get the feeling that the marriage to my 1st wife should be annullable for some reason. This thought sticks with me. Then I get the notion that the first marriage ended because she died, so we're not married any more.

Inside our home. I walk into the boys's room and I see that on their computer screen they're looking at with some colorful image (some game) instead of working on the assignment they're supposed to be working on.

Inside our CA home, we're there with our two young sons (5-7 yrs aged in the dream). I tell her the truth: "You're dead, you died from cancer several years ago." She moves (sort of aggressively/possessively) towards my two sons (me and my sons are standing with our backs against a wall?), and I intervene myself between them to keep her from scaring them. She seems to realize the truth and she backs off. She knows she has to go.

In any amazingly touching moment, my younger son reaches up to a bulletin board on the wall in front of us where some of their children's artwork are displayed, and takes down one of his works, and gives it to her so she can have it with her for comfort for all eternity.

In our final confrontation, my wife and I we are standing facing each other, close, looking in to each other's eyes. She asks me: "Do you think there is life after death? Or do we just disappear into the Chaos?" I say "oh, you can still come and visit from time to time," trying to comfort her. She seems very doubtful, and (maybe says) "really?" (in a very doubtful voice). Then her eyes begin to change: there are (spirals? Like little galaxies) in the center, then they start to flash to pure white (no pupil no irirs) back and forth to the spiral eyes, and eventually remain all white, very freaky/dead looking.

I wake up, I'm really shaken and have all-body goose bumps. I get the feeling this was a really significant dream and perhaps a real visitation.
I spend some time fixing the key moments from the dream to memory.

It takes a long time to calm down, eventually I sleep more and dream some more....

+ in the hood: I'm visiting some people inside their house. Outside the window across the street a large force of (police?) are gathering, they are all armed and I can see the pistols in their hands. They're preparing to storm the house directly across the street. There is a window in that house across, it is dark but with some blue and red lights (like neon lights or LED lights). I think this is not a safe place for us to be, I say "hey everybody, let's move farther inside the house," I don't want us to be hit by any stray bullets.

(This family I'm visiting is African American?)

One of the family members (a woman) is sitting in a doorway and is holding a small pistol in her hand. I move a bit back from her.

+[f] some short scenes:

I pick up my two arm support pillows and am walking with them to some other room, I'm looking at them and asking someone, "are these my pillows?"

Some woman is talking to me about what I need to do at work. I'm taking a business trip? I know I need to be up at 7, I think the jet lag from the trip will really mess up my new sleep timing and I'll miss more sleep.

There are some people outside, there is a corridor/walking below me. On the left are some gym-style exercise machines (some people are using them?). I think there is a lat training machine there, and that I should use it.

Some woman is inside a large indoor area like a greenhouse, she is tending to things embedded in the floor. It's some sort of (sexual?) performance art / entertainment area, where customers will come later. The woman then prepares to be a customer (?), and along the edge is a bunch of "living" greenery that transforms, and part of it becomes adult male genitalia with curly pubic hair.

Drifting in an out of sleep, trying to rest, alarm goes off at 07:00

bedtime 22:45

waking with recall: 05:20
didn't fall asleep again, but got close
got up 07:20 (missed 07:00 alarm)

+ (newly back to) work at company "N" [DS! DS! DS! Need to catch these! VERY common!] office #1
Long meandering dull rows of work stations, not even cubes, "cubelets" or just rows of computers all next to each other. Everybody is at their desk, nobody is anywhere else. It's very strict here. I go to the kitchen / common area, want to check it out, and a very fat large security woman comes and scolds me (and others there?) that we need to get back to work. Nobody here moves from their seats during the day, apparently.

In the kitchen area I see a video game arcade area, 5-6 machines (cabinet size) are there and some people are mulling around there playing them. I see pinball! I love pinball. I look more hoping to see an "old-time" pinball, without all the modern stuff, and I see on there on the right! Just a few bumpers and trap holes on the playing field. The machine is standing perpendicular to my view, I'm on its right side, I walk up to it, it's right up against other machines and there's a guy standing right there so I have to push through the gap to get in front of the machine. As I walk by, I slap the right bumper button a few times to see if it works, and I notice that it does. I get to the front of the machine, and start playing, a ball is in play, and I start manipulating the bumpers. I follow the ball around and skillfully trap and hit the ball with the bumpers, aiming for key features. I do pretty well and keep the ball in play for a while. Once I get the ball through a chute all the way back up to the top, I love it when I can manage that happening. It really feels like I'm playing the game! [no sound I think?]

+ Interlude dream in between office #1 and office #2?
[forgotten details] there's a guy jumping from one tall building to another, as he jumps to the other building he catches on a hanging wire (sideways, like draped between two windows far apart, sagging from gravity in the middle). Then the view changes to me watching him from inside a room in the other building. The man is manipulating two electrical wires to generate a high-voltage electrical attack against the (thieves?) inside the room, it will happen when he brings the wires together.

(I'm inside the room? People are inside? I walk from one room to another?)

+ office #2
I'm back in the office. This time the cubes are laid out differently and are more like cube with semi-high walls around them. I'm at the end of (or standing outside in the corridor) my cube looking into my cube. I notice the amount of space, it's not too small, I see the carpet on the floor, I look at it and think there's enough room to lie down there (and do yoga?).

Then my cube seems like a large closet or enclosed bed with clothes hung all around the walls. I'm sitting on the bed on the ground (perhaps elevated?) Very small, meter square perhaps. I see jeans and other clothes (socks? shirts) hanging up, I move some of them around? I think the employer will not like to see these clothes hanging here if they open the door and look inside.

I'm standing in my cube and looking out past the far "door" (opening) to the neighboring cubes across the hallway. There are two, one immediately to the left and one immediately to the right, their mutual wall is centered in the center of my view and centered on my cube opening. I look for the name plates and read the names, they are both female names. I notice office equipment in each: printers, desks, etc. In the right cube there is a young woman employee working. She is sitting at her desk with her right side facing me. An HR representative (also female) is sitting behind her talking to her. The discussion is about the company's coverage for various anti-viral, anti-bacterial medications, the HR rep is going on for a while about the possible coverage. The employee eventually says, exasperated, "I don't want to take any (stupid?) anti-viral medication!". She stands up. I recognize her as a former colleague from my 2nd job many years ago. She has slimmed down (much slimmer than in waking) a lot and is very attractive. She looks at me and our eyes meet, we recognize each other, I raise my right hand and "wave" at her using a "wave to a baby" motion by bending only the upper half of all my fingers (sort of a "finger wave"), the same wave I used to young children in waking. (She says "let's meet later"?). I notice her clothing is very loose and flowing about her body, with a large arm opening allowing a generous view of her breasts and torso, I expect to see her naked underneath the clothing but while I see the form of her breasts they seem to be covered in some thin material.

+[f] motorcycle guy? Some guy is riding a motorcycle, and mentions getting some expensive champagne?

I’m in some house - I guess it is mine or mine and Melissa’s. Erika and Mason from work are here. It seems dim or dark out and they are on this large couch in what feels like a small living room or den. It also feels like it’s upstairs. They are both just on their phones. I notice another, unfamiliar girl on the floor, on her phone as well. She is wearing only a shirt and underwear. I realize that the three of them are going to be staying the night. I think of where I’m going to sleep and then remember I have a bedroom here. I think of offering to sleep on the couch, but it doesn’t make much sense. The couch is an L shape, and I go find something to put next to the ottoman to make a square sleeping space. Whatever I find is a good couple inches too short, but I think they can fill it in with blankets or something.

I am going through a Starbucks drive through. It looks like the Starbucks is in a line of businesses, and its drive through is behind them all. The shopping center is also up higher than the main road by it. It seems like I’m the only person in line. I order a cold brew or iced coffee. At the window, I think they give me something weird like just a cup of ice or an empty cup. I think there is something about their coffee being really watery.

I am floating and/or walking down a shallow and not that wide river (it seems similar to the Truckee downtown). It seems like it is underground or in a really deep crevice. At one point I go down one of the rapids and hear people nearby gasp. I don’t find it nearly that impressive. There is a woman here who also floats down a rapid, face first, with ease and nonchalance. I think she’s been doing this for a while.

I am at ‘Tahoe’. (Really, it is a river about the width and depth of the Truckee downtown, though in a more natural setting). I approach a spot that looks clear and deep and get in fully without hesitation. I’m surprised at how mild the water temperature is; I definitely can’t call it cold and it’s even closer to lukewarm. There’s someone else in here; I bump into him as I surface. Now, I’m a little upstream from where I was and on higher ground, overlooking the river. There may be the thought of jumping in. I also may realize better from here that it’s a river.

I am walking up to a library with the intent to apply for a job. It looks like a library in an elementary or high school. I think I’ve just been with Melissa, going over my resume or application. I walk up to the counter. There are a few quiet employees; a younger middle aged man comes over to me after a moment. I had felt confident, but now I just feel like I’m stumbling over my words. I mention that I’d like to apply for a job. Nonplussed, he asks why I think I’d be good for this job. I tell him something to the effect of me always being in and good at customer service. Now looking slightly amused, he hints that that’s all this job is. I hand over my resume. It’s written in pencil on notebook paper, and there is some awareness that it really isn’t a good look.

I’m driving home, I think from downtown, though it mostly looks unfamiliar. I’m at a Y type intersection, waiting to turn to the left. I pull out slightly, waiting for the cars coming from the other fork. The light turns yellow while I’m still waiting and red as I finally make it through. I’m not trying to pick out a Furthur show on my phone; I think I have a lot of time, so I’m looking for a long one. I find one with a long timestamp, but clicking into it it looks more like studio material. Now, I’m parking at a 45 degree angle on some dirt shoulder. A cop car parks right next to me, which is weird with all the space around. The cop then gets out and sits in my passenger seat. She’s taken off her uniform (there are street clothes under - I think leggings and a pink tank top) and stuffed it to the right side of her. She says something like ‘you look flushed, so I’m just waiting [to get me for something].’ I take a quick video of her from head to toe. She is a large female with an intense, childish face. I sit in complete silence.