non-lucid

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was standing in a corridor that looked like it had a wheelchair ramp built into it. The wall I faced was a window wall, extending all the way down the corridor. There may have been a hairpin turn along the wall to get to a tiny, glass-walled space before the exit door.

I probably stood right at the door, inside the building. Outside stood a family. They were all telling me goodbye. The family was white, kind of well-off-looking. There were an older dad, probably a mom, and a bunch of other people.

There were two little girls in the family, and I may have been attracted to the littler one. She may have been five or six years old.

I took some chance to hug the little girl. I had a feeling that if I hugged her, we could both share our feelings of attraction for one another in some secret way. I was sure she was attracted to me, too. But I didn't want to get in trouble for showing my feelings.

Later on I may have been in some cafe. I may have been sitting at a table with a white boy. The table we sat at was against a wall. I sat on one end of the table so that the wall was to my right. The boy sat at the adjacent end, so that he faced the wall.

He was probably gay. He was tall, kind of pretty. He had his hair shaved really close on the sides and then kind of flowing on top. He wore a grey jacket, and he may have had the collar of the jacket turned up.

The boy was kind of stuck-up, it seemed to me. I was pretty sure he hated me. I didn't want to bother him. But I was also kind of angry that he acted so stuck-up. I felt threatened, and I wanted to prove somehow that I wasn't threatened.

I was now back with the family at the door. The older sister was now talking to me. The older sister was maybe ten or eleven years old. She had blonde-brown hair and tan skin. She wore a white skirt and a turquoise tank-top.

The older sister told me that the little sister had gotten sick or something, so she couldn't hug anybody. So the older sister would have to hug me instead.

I knew that the older sister was attracted to me. I knew that she thought if she could just get a chance to hug me, she'd make me attracted to her instead of to her little sister.

I hugged the girl. She wasn't skinny, but her body, around her waist, felt strong. I did feel like I was attracted to her. But I didn't want her family to know. I didn't want to get in trouble.

I walked out the door with the family. I either held hands with the older sister or managed to do something with her like lift her up onto my shoulders, so she was riding on my shoulders.

Everybody in the family seemed pretty happy. For some reason, I asked the girl something either like, "If you knew this was the last day of your life, what would you do?" or, "If this were the last day of your life, could you truly say you've died happy?"

I was now back in the cafe with the tall, white boy. I had apparently asked him some question as well. He was writing something in a notebook. His handwriting was mostly capital letters, very blocky, in something like black, felt-tip pen. But he was also answering me. I had a feeling that he was finally coming around to liking me.

Then another boy sat across the table from me. He had olive skin and black hair, with his bangs kind of spiked down a bit over his forehead. He wore a brownish sweatshirt. He also seemed to be gay.

The first boy had at some point gone to open the door of the cafe so that some cool air could flow in. But the second boy sat next to the thermostat. He turned up the heat.

The first boy asked the second boy if he'd turned up the heat. The second boy said he had. It wasn't clear whether he'd done it because the open door was making him cold or because he wanted to keep the heat at a level that was sure to annoy the first boy.

The first boy stood up to go close the cafe door, assuming that if he did that, the second boy would turn down the thermostat. But as he stood up, the first boy said to the second boy, "You know, I'm really beginning to despise you."

I dreamt I was smoking cigarettes with a friend (never have irl). They were pleasant but burned very quickly. Also something about waiting around in my room for a long time and some kind of purple dye.

Dream

I was watching TNA and Bully Ray was backstage weighing himself or something. As he left the room he beat up 2 smaller guys and went onto the stage.

He interrupted some guys who were talking in the ring and started speaking in a Canadian accent. I was thinking "Since when was Bully Ray Canadian" and the commentator, Taz said the same thing. I turned to my Dad was like "See."

It was such an obivious dream sign that I feel stupid for not realising it.

Fragment from Yesterday

I was at school with this girl who used to go to my primary school. I feel like I've been there before.

Perspective: Over Head Video Game Style

I'm in a dungeon for some odd reason. I manage to escape from the cell and out of the dungeon. My only companion is a Ralts (Physic Pokemon) that knew surf (Water type move).

Now from my perspective the way I'm exploring the castle is similar to that of Sonic The Hedgehog rolling around.

I find a cave and enter it to find a Medusa type witch.

"We meet again. I am the one who turned you into a beast and I am the only one that can cure you." She took out a pendant and a bright light flashed from the pendant turning the witch into a human woman. She turned around and took a drink from the bubbling cauldron behind her and she returned to her previous state.

Perhaps I was imprisoned because of my beastly form? I don't know.

"There are three towers north from here. Bring me the objects they hide and I will set you free."

I exited the cave and captured a Geodude (Rock Pokemon) afterwards I jumped from a ledge and rushed towards the lake where a tower was in the center. There were three doors when I arrived one in the left, one on the middle and one on the right. I took the right one. Some tiles were cracked and I had to avoid razor sharp leaves. I encountered a Geodude. Here is how the battle went from my game perspective.

Go RALTS!

RALTS used Surf!

Geodude is charging up

RALTS used Surf!
But it missed!

Geodude used Solar Beam!

RALTS fainted!

Go GEODUDE!
GEODUDE is affected by "Poison of Strength'.

Then my brother woke me up.

7/9/2011
I'm in a basement with washing machines. I'm talking to my dad about college. I waited until late, almost the last day, to register for, uh, registration. They were almost fully booked. I had to sign up for whatever's available. They had an opening. I took it.

I'm waiting outside a building in the dark, near the concrete steps. I'm talking with someone. I touched a dead baby duck (it looked like a stuffed one with a broken pullstring). I feel dirty. I need to wash my hands. I go inside without my stuff.

I look for the bathroom, but I get stopped by two security guards. They tell me there's an opening right now. I say ok, just let me go get my stuff (and wash my hands). They say no. I need to hurry before the guy who was supposed to have this appointment time gets here. So I go.

The building is a bit maze-ish. There's a stair going down in the middle of a room. There's a lady down there, typing at a desk.

I go to another room for registering. It's an interview. I sit across the desk from a guy who looks like that guy who says 'inconceivable' in The Princess Bride, except he has hair. Or maybe he looks like the mayor from Buffy the Vampire slayer (the one with the todo list saying: eat lunch, become invincible, PTA meeting). He asks me a lot of questions and writes stuff down on a form. Then he asks me what I plan to do for my essay. What essay?? I didn't know there's an essay. And I still need to wash my hands. He explains. There's an essay now, about a computer science topic. I tell him I plan to do it on open source software or linux. He doesn't hear me. I repeat myself. He still doesn't hear. He closes one, but not both, of the doors to the room, limiting the background noise. He hears me this time, and asks me why. I tell him these subjects excite me.

I write something on the form? I don't remember but later it's got my handwriting on it.

I suddenly realize the interview is being filmed. I am nervous. The guy is like 'of course it is.' I realize I am not fully dressed. I try to cover up, then decide to try to act nonchalant.

There are others in the room. The guy whose appointment I got because he was late is one of them, I think. There is a small bed with no mattress off to one side.

The guy is testing me on something now, only now he is a slender dark-skinned chick. Some porcelain animal cracker shaped things are dropped on the floor. They have the devil in them. You can't touch them, she says, or the devil will go into you. She attempts to clear them up, but it's risky work. The devil will go into objects you touch them with as well, apparently. Afterwards, I am supposed to have noticed something, but I didn't. I feel embarrassed. I missed the social (cultural) cues. She walks around tapping her face making disapproving noises. But the interview is done. I am supposed to take the form... where? The basement? Oh, I get it, to the lady at the desk at the bottom of the stairs.

I take the form to them. As I am leaving up the stairs, the desk lady (there is another lady there too) gets up. She is commenting on my writing, that my v's are pointy. There is some sort of (hand) writing test that takes a lot of time/pages? The way they are talking makes me uncomfortable, as if they were criticizing.

At the top of the stairs, the room I am in has two doors, at opposite ends of one wall. I walk to the left door. Both doors are open. Down the hall, I see a guy, but more urgently, I see a dog, painted red and yellow. It's a hellhound! I shut the door quickly, before the dog gets there. It's running. I am just in time. It growls and presses against the door, up on its hind legs. I growl back. Then it goes around and comes in the other door. "Fuck!" I grab a chair, to defend myself with. I'm panicking. The two ladies are nearby, but they won't be able to get to me in time to help. I wake up.

WILD attempt. No or little SP. Possible brief lucidity. Very fragmented.
In an elevator. Poisoned. The bottom of the elevator goes up independent of the top, hits the ceiling, and goes through.

On a bus. There are two kids. I only saw the one with the ugly face. Someone tells me I am the one who taught him to dream (lucidly?).

I'm in a sitting/kneeling position, falling asleep, worrying I'll hit something and wake. I feel momentary intense arousal. Something about getting a tattoo.

7/8/2011
I'm trying to solve an interesting puzzle. I keep stumbling across clues, wandering around the wilderness (of Runescape). I find chests and kill goblins and collect the pages. Each one has one red letter on it. When put together, the letters form a message. Some of the goblins have throwing knives. There's a lot of fenced in areas. It makes it hard to navigate (why the hell did they add fences? ngh). Eventually I get close to the last page (I can guess the missing letter). I am in a fenced in area with a goblin, which I kill, and a female friend. We talk. I forget what about.

I finally solve the puzzle, collecting all of the pages and revealing the secret message: "Say friend and ?get food?." I comment on how lame and unoriginal the first three words are.

I go to the one building. There are quite a few students there. I walk up to the table that has two people at it. They are part of the puzzle thing somehow. I show them I've solved it, which somehow leads to to getting the two magic words (they are like the magic words from the Demon Slayer quest in Runescape: gabindo and orindum or something). I am about to go test them out when the table guy stops me. There is some confusion. He says I signed up for a group shopping trip (for groceries and such) and never showed up. I explain to him that I always take the bus, by myself, to get groceries. He won't accept it and keeps pressing the issue, and I keep explaining. It's very frustrating. I just want to get on with the puzzle thing. Eventually switch to talking to a supervisor type (possible he changed into the supervisor). I decide to walk off at some point.

I go into the other room. It's dark. There is some sort of poster or clue there. I try out the first magic word. It takes me to a room with a bunch of levers. They are connected somehow. Pulling one moves another, but only a certain distance and then it's stuck because they are at right angles with each other. It's meant to be solved with a group, but I'm alone since the guy delayed me. I leave.

The supervisor harasses me some more. I just want to be left alone. I HATE being called a liar. He says I've been acting odd. Others have noticed. He says I'm withdrawn lately and everyone thinks I'm acting coldly. Eventually he comes out and says he thinks I'm a sociopath. I am outraged. I am walking away outside and he is following. I tell him he has no right to judge, as he's not a psychologist or psychiatrist or anything of the sort. My actual therapist says I've got major depression and dysthymia, he can ask her (but I'm a little afraid she will turn on me too).

I'm running away holding laundry (where did the laundry come from?). I borrow a friend's car to get away. I park the car to mope, with my head in my hands, bowed over the steering wheel and laundry. A guy thinks I am weird of have money or something. There are a lot of jocks and cheerleader types walking past. The guy forces his way into the car and harasses me about hiding money or something. The car moves forward a bit. I tell the guy to get the fuck out and leave me alone. I go back to moping and am thinking about using the second magic word (they have an effect when going through doors) to get away. I'm upset and depressed about being misjudged and falsely accused.

A different dream, I think. I see my friend's dog, but he is all black instead of black and white. I pet him, but he growls at me and lightly bites me. Then he turns into my brother, D. I think, hang on a minute, I must be dreaming. I get much too excited and wake up. But I don't check if I am actually awake, and I have more dreams after that, so it was probably a false awakening.

Fragments. A lot of people are into a book that some guru type wrote. I remember something about driving and tall buildings. A microwave that is on while open. I hurriedly get out of the way and turn it off. There is a guy who keeps rolling down staircases. A friend would warn me about it, but one time he warns me too late, and I get hit. The power is out. A friend shut off the power, a bit at a time.

I somehow hurt my gums, and there is a bit of loose skin. I yank it out. It hurts, and I taste blood. It seems I hurt myself worse than I thought. I look at what came out, and it keeps getting bigger the longer I look at it, until it ends up looking like a handful of strands of ground meat. I tear it apart and throw it away. That was very alarming and gross and worrying.

Day 2 of taking B-complex 100mg. 11/16

Took b-complex in the morning, bed at 11:45 pm. Had some dreams about taking Galantimine (I thinking about taking it when my order arrives). Dreams were not clear, nor vivid.

Day 3
B-complex at 2:45 pm. Bed past 1:30 am 11/17
I have a feeling a have dreamt about GTA (I played all day IWL). Not clear nor vivid.

Day 4 - 50 mg of b6, only half of what I took the days before
B-complex 1 hour before bed, Choline right before bed 11/18
remember more dreams and more details
I'm in Himalayas in a gift shop. Looking for a preticular gift shop, because I know I have been there on a previous trip and they had some great postcards but I didn't have time to buy them. So I want to buy them this time. They don't have them, so I want to buy tibetan or nepalese wooden bead necklace, but hey have only something really big. I want something simle. Finally find the gift shop with the postcards.
There is a vendor by whose accent I guess he is polish. But his wife speaks to me in slovak. Suddenly there is another friend of mine - former classmate.

I pulled an all-nighter on the 17th, so I didn't do a dream journal entry. This night, I was planning on just taking a break, but I felt I needed to write down this dream. I had other dreams, but this one stood out.

I'm probably missing a few details, but this is the general gist of it.

The dream started out, and I was this character in a TV show. I'm pretty sure I was Robert DeNiro. The dream started in the middle of the show, so I didn't know what was going on. This black guy, who I think was my partner, was standing next to me, and we were talking to this guy in front of us, who was supposed to be giving us orders or something. We were in this well-lit room with blue pipes all around. Anyway, the guy giving us orders said, "So then, we gotta go after him, and beat him up." I interrupted him with, "I'm sorry, who's 'him'? I just got here, so I don't know the plot or what's going on." He specified that it was just this guy who we needed to beat up. I wasn't okay with that. So then we're walking through the halls of my school, which is like a mix between my high school and my elementary school, and I'm trying to avoid this group I'm supposed to be with to beat up the guy. My dream cut to a shot of them beating up this random guy, and he was pinned down in this circle they formed. I knew I was breaking this HUGE rule by not helping them, so I was getting a little scared. While avoiding them and trying to get away, I ran into Kate in the hall. She was confused and I was a little distraught so I began explaining to her, "Look, I was watching this show, and then I was in the show, but my character was having this dream where he was watching the show too, so we both didn't know what was going on, but now I'm not with them, and I'm supposed to be and they might come after me and so we probably need to hide." At this point I wasn't DeNiro anymore. But anyway, we go to this room and we build these large, wooden, towering platforms, which were layered on top of each other. The entrance to the room we were in was down a flight of stairs and through a door. I knew we weren't hidden very well. The room itself was too large to be inside any building, and instead of a ceiling, you could see the night sky through these branches and leaves. There were stacks and stacks of random objects and items (TV's, paint cans, old furniture, wooden scraps) off to the right, and there was a large, pink/violet, window to the left which seemed to be a shimmering, physical embodiment of magic. The platforms we built were very tall, and we hid on the top one. We had all of these bags of money, and we spread them around the top platform with us, and our plan was that if they entered the room to look for us, we would lay down flat on the platform, and for some reason this was supposed to make us hidden.

Anyway, we stayed hidden on that platform for a few days, although the sky remained night. Over the course of the days, Kate and I stayed mostly silent towards each other, although there was this strange, emotional connection between us that I wouldn't describe as love or friendship, but they are the first words that come to mind. Really, it felt like a pure feeling of familiarity, or just a "knowing" feeling. At the same time it felt like she was rejecting a love that I didn't even have for her. Better put, we knew that we were going to die, and because of this, we felt closer, although we didn't love each other. This feeling seemed to alternate with an unrequited love feeling. It was very strange. As the days passed, Kate and I got intimate a few times, perhaps out of boredom, and there was always a sense of doom in the air, as if I was just waiting for them to find us and kill us. I was sad and a little worried, but I knew there was nothing we could do about it. This is what was going to happen, no buts about it. Sometimes, it seemed like I knew this wasn't going to end well, but as far as she was concerned, things weren't that bad. Kate seemed unhappy for the whole time we stayed on that platform, and while there were times where we would just lay down, her head upon my shoulder, and gaze up at the night sky, it was like she only did this because she knew that this was the last moments of her life. A feeling of dread overthrew any feeling of love, or familiarity I may have felt in the dream, because I knew I got us into this mess, and it was all my fault that she was going to die. I remember on one of the days, I found these capsules. Each capsule, when used, would fire off like a rocket into the sky and explode like a firework. It was very pretty. I showed these to Kate to try to cheer her up, but it didn't work.

On the final day, we heard a group of people coming down the stairs. Kate and I laid down on the platform like our original plan, although I knew this wasn't going to really keep us hidden for long. I felt such sorrow and guilt for dragging her into this. The group entered the room, and looked around for a bit. They were all wearing these police-like uniforms, with astronaut helmets that had police lights on top. Their heads were very round, and their bodies were very cartoonishly shaped. After a few tense seconds, they looked up, and saw us. They started shooting at us with these guns that weren't flamethrowers, but shot flames. The flames hit some of the paint cans, and they exploded as if they were reserves of gasoline. Kate and I were immediately set on fire, and melted in the most violent and gruesome display of death I had ever dreamed of.

After this, I awoke on top of the platform, in daylight (still dreaming), with Kate nowhere in sight. I was a little confused and worried about this, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the group comes and destroys the place, and my priority was leaving. As I climbed down from the platform, I felt guilty. I felt like I was cheating Kate, and just leaving her there, even though I knew she wasn't there. I felt like a hypocrite, as if I kept her there because we had no choice but to die, but here I was climbing down to leave. When I reached the bottom, I walked over to the giant window and opened it. I looked back at the platform, which was now two couches on the ground with blankets on them. One blanket in particular looked as if someone had just gotten out of it, with one corner folded open. Running out of time, I quickly ran over to it, scrambled it around so that it looked like it had been there for ages (dream logic), and ran back to window. I thought about hanging off of the ledge of the window until they came and went, but then I noticed this floating, translucent, magic block that I could stand on. It was the same, shimmering, pink/violet color of the window. I climbed on top of it. I looked back at the room, where I could see the group now entering. Then I looked up at the moon while the block ascended into the stars.

This time I started in somewhere I don't know and touched a paper and it teleported me to Ocean City. I was at my old apartment and I was following some Jet Skis, I don't know why but I ran back to the apartment on the bay and then my friends appeared some how as well as my science teacher.

Me and my friends went out and got some metal and my teacher told me that was illegal so I lied to him. I then tried to teleport back home with the paper for awhile but it did not work, so I went out back and took a car and some lady came out yelling at us, so she went back inside and pulled out a pistol and tried to shoot us in the car but she missed and we got away.

The other night I was dreaming that I was at my house with my fiance and my son. UFO's had been being spotted all over the area and were abducting people. They were coming and leaving and then returning. Upon one of their returns I knew I was next. I started telling my fiance that we needed to run, now. Right then, a bright blue and white light shone through the door.

I started getting a telepathic message from them and they were telling me not to run, not to hide. I didn't listen, I took my son and started running outside towards this really big RV. When we got inside, there were other people there from the area and I got behind the wheel. There was this strange ball that was used to control the vehicle. Someone was trying to tell me how to use it but I was in such a hurry that I just started driving it. It was moving so fast and I had to use the ball to slow down. I ended up driving down this ditch and felt like I was just gliding above the road.

Woke up.

Had a dream the other night about an old house I used to live in when I was a little girl. I had walked by it and realized that I could go inside. It was really dark inside and I crawled in through the window. I started finding lots of things that we used to have and many of my toys from then. I found some cd's that were my sisters and soon realized that this house was connected to another one. There were toilets, sinks, and bathtubs appearing all over though. They were high-tech looking, and one toilet had a strange looking sink right next to it; it looked more like a fountain.

Can't really remember much else. Vivid, vivid dreams.

5 Dollar a gallon gas, africa and bullriders and healers...


It started I was driving around some town and came to a gas station on an otherwise deserted corner...I noticed the gas was $5.25 a gallon, and i was shocked! I kept saying tio myself, "i reslly should take a picture of this..nobody would believe me otherwise" I stood there staring at the multiple price signs over and over again, then an old lady walked out of her car and said to me..."you need to go to Africa" all of a sudden, dream shifted, I was in africa...and i was helping uinload a large truck full of african kids of all ages...as i helped the last one out of the truck, i suddenyl noticed a small flat box sitting infront of me..i picked it up and handed it to the kid and he smiled and did a silly dance and ran away...weird... i hopped off the truck and saw 2 guys riding brahma bulls running in my direction, then i noticed they were chasing a regular cow calf.....the calf looked at me and ran behind the truck between the truck and a huge warehouse that wasnt there moments ago.....and it crouched down ontop a big pile of blankets and was watching the two bullriders under the truck...they looked at me and i shrugged and they rode away..as i turned to check on the calf...i was in a holet room somewhere and there was a witchdoctor/healer type guy there and he was chasing me around the room he kept telling me to move my arms in certain directions etc..he also kept saying he could heal my bad arms..over and over again (IRW i do have messed up shoulders..) he then showed me a video of myself running around an odd obstacle course and every so often i would pickup a log over my head and throw it.....interesting cure =)

dream shifted

I was walking down a city street somewhere and all the shops and businesses etc were below street level, you had to walk down a flight of stairs to get to every door on the street, i walked by a place that had only a movie theater type ticket window sticking out the front of the building and there was an old lady sitting in the booth and there was a small crowdof people standing around the booth and one guy had his head tipped down so he could speak through the little opening in the bottom of the booth window, and he kept asking "so where DO we get our mail" woke up...

Musical Glide:
The first dream of this night, I was in a open place on a way that went down a really long way. I sorta started to glide down there and the music (for the first time) involved primarily music (there was music in reality but the track in the dream was completely independent), it really got my bashed mood (fell asleep with a terrible mood) high up and simply induced an overall awesome feeling.

Limes and Stuff:
I was in a city and the dream primarily involved Limes (Green ones as well as unripe yellow ones) on a tree in the middle of a city. I remember having a conversation with a bunch of DCs about the limes.

Odd memory:
I was back in my old favourite boarding school. I was recalling different (unreal) states of my boarding school, especially two big ones, one symbolized by blue the other by red. There was also a logo for the school which changed together with the phase (the first logo looked a lot like the one of my current city).

Thebeastofold's Dream


5 Dollar a gallon gas, africa and bullriders and healers...


It started I was driving around some town and came to a gas station on an otherwise deserted corner...I noticed the gas was $5.25 a gallon, and i was shocked! I kept saying tio myself, "i reslly should take a picture of this..nobody would believe me otherwise" I stood there staring at the multiple price signs over and over again, then an old lady walked out of her car and said to me..."you need to go to Africa" all of a sudden, dream shifted, I was in africa...and i was helping uinload a large truck full of african kids of all ages...as i helped the last one out of the truck, i suddenyl noticed a small flat box sitting infront of me..i picked it up and handed it to the kid and he smiled and did a silly dance and ran away...weird... i hopped off the truck and saw 2 guys riding brahma bulls running in my direction, then i noticed they were chasing a regular cow calf.....the calf looked at me and ran behind the truck between the truck and a huge warehouse that wasnt there moments ago.....and it crouched down ontop a big pile of blankets and was watching the two bullriders under the truck...they looked at me and i shrugged and they rode away..as i turned to check on the calf...i was in a holet room somewhere and there was a witchdoctor/healer type guy there and he was chasing me around the room he kept telling me to move my arms in certain directions etc..he also kept saying he could heal my bad arms..over and over again (IRW i do have messed up shoulders..) he then showed me a video of myself running around an odd obstacle course and every so often i would pickup a log over my head and throw it.....interesting cure =)

dream shifted

I was walking down a city street somewhere and all the shops and businesses etc were below street level, you had to walk down a flight of stairs to get to every door on the street, i walked by a place that had only a movie theater type ticket window sticking out the front of the building and there was an old lady sitting in the booth and there was a small crowdof people standing around the booth and one guy had his head tipped down so he could speak through the little opening in the bottom of the booth window, and he kept asking "so where DO we get our mail" woke up...

12.11.2011

The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was supposed to meet the man I love in a place (town? Resort?) by the sea, after not seeing him for months. I was very excited, but then I learnt that my parents were coming to see me too (I haven't seen them in as long).
I wanted to see my parents, but I was pissed that they were spoiling my reunion with Joan, all the more so since I'd pointedly avoided introducing them in the last year. I told them so on the phone and they were angry.
I was at the place already. I decided to let my parents come, and called Joan to tell him of the situation and that we could meet later. The next morning, I greeted my parents, and a minute later Joan appeared. He looked very good and smiled at me with a look saying he got things under control and he'd make sure to make a good impression on my parents, and I smiled back, reassured.

I had dream where I was driving a large truck. It was an older model (probably 1980's) and I was having trouble controlling it. Not like "trouble turning the wheel" control but it wouldn't brake when I braked and sometimes would turn in the complete opposite direction I turned the wheel. This often led me to weaving through oncoming traffic. Not the most fun dream I've ever had. There was also something about rigging the car with a remote control but I don't know how or where that fits in.