AstronomyDomine

I am in a room with my sister-in-law, perhaps in a hotel room or apartment. There is a new ceiling fan installed over the bed. She bought the fan and had it installed. She is laying on the bed looking at the fan. As I walk over to the bed, she says to someone behind me, "Look at his neck." I turn around and see that my wife is also in the room with us. Surprised, I wonder what she meant by "looking at my neck". I suddenly look up to see the fan spinning exactly at my head level, threatening to decapitate me. A moment ago it seemed much higher. As I instinctively jump back, I see my sister-in-law is holding a remote control which moves the fan up and down. There is a pile of boxes at the foot of the bed stacked on top of each other. She lowers the fan blades into the pile of boxes. A chopping noise fills the room. Fade out.

I am now in bed with an unknown woman with blonde hair. She is giving me oral sex and I am smiling at how good it feels. There are people in the room watching us. The bed linens are glowing with a white phosphorescence. I do not orgasm and she disappears and I am left alone with the onlookers in the room who are commenting: "I'll bet he feels good now!" Shortly afterwards, I am joined in bed by my wife and daughter and mother. My daughter has short hair in the dream (she has long hair in WL) and her skin resembles a sickly paste color (she has a natural tan in WL). My wife and mother both say, "Isn't she pretty?" But I remark with horror, "Her hair is short; she looks like a cow."

My daughter's face then begins to elongate into a freak show. As I reach out to manipulate her disfigured lips I say, "Moooo-mooooo," to mimic cow sounds. Her face morphs into something hideous before my eyes (It wasn't until several days later in WL that I realized her face had morphed into the image of her speech instructor's -- an abstraction of the features of an ugly 65 year old woman on the body of a 5 year old girl). I think with horror, "She really does look like a sick cow!" I sit staring at her face, marveling at what happened to all her beautiful, innocent features. I say to myself, "She used to have all my best features, but now she is so ugly and disfigured." I feel ashamed to be her father.

When I look at her again, her hair is suddenly much longer in certain areas. In the dream, this seemed odd to me. As I continue to look at her hair length, I hear footsteps approaching. Embarrassed by her appearance, and not wanting anyone to see her like this, I take comfort in that her hair is growing quickly. I reckon that longer hair is generally more attractive on girls than short hair. As the footsteps grow louder, I frantically reach out and toss her bangs to and fro, trying to make her prettier. Dreamt 12/16/2016

I am seated in a chair with a group of unknowns at a social gathering. It is a class for aspiring actors and actresses. In the dream, I am already a successful actor. I do not talk or teach in the dream. I am simply there as an example of how a professional actor should be in his appearance. Sitting in front of the class I feel confident, smart and handsome. My body and face are symmetrically proportionate according to the ideals of conventional beauty and therefore perfectly suitable for the thespian craft. I am famous. I can sense the admiration and respect of the students for me in the room.

Across from me sits a woman who continues to stare at me. She has short hair, and I take notice of her voluptuous curves and the outline of her hips and the way her tight jeans hug her frame. I scan her body with sexual approval as she sits and looks at me. While I am scanning her lower body, the color -- or lighting -- of the room suddenly changes and everything goes chromatically negative, like in a photograph. It happens in an instant. At that moment, I awaken in bed and try to fixate my recall of the dream. I soon fall back asleep, without journalizing it. This is all I can recall when I DJ it in the morning. Dreamt 12/15/2016