Chessica's Dream Journal

Dream:

I'm driving on a dirt road in the mountains. I've got a car trailer connected, and there is another car driving behind me. We make a left turn onto a road that's in really bad shape, more like an old tractor path than a road. It's partly closed off with two large rocks, but we manage to squeeze the cars through. I get the feeling the road is on private property. After driving a while the road stops. There's a big solid rock/snow wall blocking it and we have to climb. I think my cousin A. is with me. We start running towards the wall, try to run up it as far as possible without sliding down. We get quite far up, but I can't hold on and start sliding down again. I try another time, and when I can't run any higher I dig my boots into the snow wall and start climbing. We eventually reach the top. I've got a feeling this is sort of a boot camp.

Dream:

I'm at a cabin. Two guys are there, I don't know them. One guy is down on his knees washing the floor with a black and white checkered wash rag. There's a reason he's washing the floor, but I don't remember why. He's explaining something as he is washing, and I can see the floor getting wet when he mops the floor with the wash rag. The other guy is Morten Harket in AHA, apparently he has brought along some soap and shampoo, but he got the "wrong" type. He bought soap and shampoo for women. The first guy decides he will go get some other shampoo for M.H, because if he finds out he bought the wrong kind he will feel stupid and too feminin. I take a look in one of the drawers in the cabin. There's a lot of old stuff in there. Small bits and pieces of stuff and old packages of mints etc. There's an old bottle of nasal spray there, it has to be squeezed on the sides to make the bottle spray. I smile at how old it is. The packaging looks at least 20 years old.

Fragment:

I'm outside a shop, there are big wooden boxes with lids on them. I lift the lid on one of them thinking "being a dream I could find anything inside one of these!" (Not sure if I was lucid or not, so I don't count this as a LD) Inside I found wooden planks.

Fragment:

Something about a dirt road running along some green fields. I'm standing a bit higher up in the terrain looking down at it. My mother says something about geocaches?

Fragment:

Something about writing on some boxes with a nearly invisible marker. They are boxes used for moving, but I don't know what's in them. I think I'm watching them for someone.

Fragment:

Some scenes form work.

Dream:

I'm in the city, I'm riding a bike. I can see people around me. Tourists and some people standing outside a police station wanting to apply for visa. Some of the people try to stop me, but I bike on past them. A man with dark skin (a tourist) is staring at me. I think to myself it must be because of my height (I'm tall!). The city changes and becomes an airport. A French lady is looking confused. There's a board with tourist information on it, and it's got a touch screen. The woman tries to get to the touch screen, but she's too short, the screen is to high up. She stops me and asks for help. I help her. She asks what my name is. I say my name. She tries to repeat it, but the pronunciation is wrong, she leaves out the 'r'. I say my name again, and she tries to pronounce it - wrong again. I say my name using a French accent, she laughs (I do too) and she says it correct this time. I then try to find something she can stand on to make her reach the touch screen, but she won't have it. She begs me to stay and help her.

Dream:

A tombstone. A lady asks me to show her my pets last resting place. I show her the tombstone. It's shaped like a regular tombstone, but the lower part is shaped like a food and water bowl. A hamster is running around on it looking for food and eating. A man appears. He's part of a village of people that are actually cats ... They dislike Scandinavians because we apparently have a virus that can harm them (the cat people). I get the feeling it's all quite pseudoscientific. He backs away when I approach him (he's in the shape of a white cat). The dream ends with me petting/communicating telepathically with a black cat nearby.