DoubleHelix

May 25, 2016: #2 of 3: I am in an office setting along with numerous dream characters who play the role of my office mates or colleagues. It is evidently time to go home and everyone is in a hurry to leave. One of the dream characters is an African American woman about the age of 30 with short hair. She is naked from the waist down. I get the impression that we have just finished having sex. Despite this I ask her if she would like to have sex. She says no.

The dream characters hastily leave for home. Alone, I walk about the office which now has more of the appearance of a nicely appointed home than an office. In my wanderings I discover that there are three bathrooms. One of the bathrooms appears to be off of a master bedroom. I enter this bathroom, urinate, then leave.

The scene shifts and I am outside driving in my car. My task apparently is to bring home a bottle of wine pursuant to the request of my wife L. I am driving on a road apparently northbound towards route ***. As I reached the intersection I realize that the road conditions are icy and snowy. I apply the brakes but nonetheless slide (uneventfully) into the intersection. No accident occurs but the occurrence is frightening nonetheless. I turn left on route *** headed towards B*** & B*** even though that wasn't the liquor store that L. had specified as the store to purchase the wine. I wake. 2:53 AM.

May 25, 2016: #3 of 3: I am walking down the hall of a school. I am headed towards the classroom in which I'm going to be taking an examination. I am with L. Just prior to entering the room I noticed there are several gadgets on the floor just outside the door (down and to my right) which apparently had been confiscated by the teacher and not permitted into the exam room. One of them looks like an REM Dreamer. My pants legs are rolled up to demonstrate that I have nothing hidden on my ankles although there does seem to be an REM Dreamer strapped to my leg.

We entered the classroom and there are numerous previously seated dream characters. There are several unoccupied wooden desks in the classroom. I am interested in taking a seat at a large pine table. The teacher/proctor is Sean Connery. As I take my seat the large table appears to have spontaneously divided into two smaller tables. The teacher turns the narrow end of one of the tables towards me and I take my seat. L. is seated behind me and to my right at a "normal" classroom desk. She seems to know all about the subject matter of the test. I grow suddenly concerned I might not be fully prepared for the exam. I am surprised to learn that not only is there an academic part of the test but also a test of my physical strength as well. I wake. 5:54 AM.

May 11 - May 12, 2016: I am on the street, desirous of entering a house. For some reason the ground floor entrance cannot be utilized and a ladder has been erected to a second story window. I have no memory of ascending the ladder. I am inside with a group of five or six colleagues. We are trying to schedule a plaintiff EBT. We have significant concerns regarding bad weather. A heavy snow has been forecast for the next day when the EBT has been scheduled to take place, and this had led to the discussion at hand regarding scheduling.

A young, thin, dark-haired female colleague says she is going to be wearing her pair of tight black ski pants if the weather is bad. I do my best Groucho Marx impression and Groucho Marx walk saying "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." This comes off very awkwardly. When I do my Groucho Marx stride in the tight quarters of the conference room I bumped into her face-to-face and accidentally get an elbow full of her right breast which is very soft. Under the circumstances it is a particularly awkward moment.

Our concern about a heavy snowfall for the next day is odd because I am able to look out a window where a large tree sports beautiful fall colored leaves. I can readily appreciate the subtle red, gold, and brown hues of the leaves on this nearby tree and the more distant vista of a forest in full fall color which is also easily appreciated from inside the room.

The scene shifts. I am outside in my car. In front of me is a four-way intersection. There is a huge pothole that takes up approximately 85% of the intersection. I want to pass the pothole to the right but would need to maneuver my car well into the intersection coming in on my right. A car and driver waiting in the intersection to my right has pulled up too far into the intersection to allow me to do this. His car blocks my desired path and precludes me from going around the pothole. I am greatly annoyed by this and think to myself that he is an idiot. I am going to have to drive up onto the curb and sidewalk to get around this pothole. I wake. The time is 4:09 AM.

May 15-May 16, 2016: S. and A. are in a room with a wooden floor. They appear to be ages four and two respectively. There is no furniture in the room. S. wants his eyes covered so he can sleep. I try fitting a sock over his head but this does not fit well and he doesn’t like it. I then try a green colored woolen cap. This fits just fine and he's happy with it. He walks over to the far side of a mattress which is placed on the floor and I lose sight of him.

A. is being a bit of a recalcitrant child - in other words, her usual self. She is refusing to go into the shower or take a bath. Instead, she is washing herself down with a washcloth on the wood floor.

The scene morphs, and I find myself in a kitchen. I am facing an old style gas stove. It appears as if water has been poured onto the stove and has filled up the area where the gas jets protrude through the stove. It looks as if L. has tried to boil water on two out of the four of the jets without using a pot. The water is in fact, very hot. In addition, when I confront her with this I also asked her about the whereabouts of her cell phone. I do this because I believe she is on call and I don’t want to be disturbed at night by calls to our home phone. She gives me a vague and indirect answer on the whereabouts of her phone. I get angry about the stove and her failure to answer my direct question about the phone and start to yell at her. I angrily tell her “Listen to my question. Answer only the question that I asked.” She finally tells me that her cell phone is right there in the kitchen.

I go over to inspect the stove. Although old, it appears to be clean and in excellent working condition. L. complains that she wants a new one. I opened the oven door and see that it is almost pristine inside. I then closely inspect a metal label affixed to the front of the stove and learn that the stove is from 1972. I think to myself that the stove in this condition is probably worth a decent amount of money - maybe even as an antique. I tell her it would be fine with me if we sell the stove and get a new one. The dream fades and I wake. Time is 10:49pm.

May 10-May 11, 2016: Dream #1 of 3: I am in my newly purchased house. The sheet rock walls are water damaged and wavy to an unacceptable degree. I am discussing possible remedies with Lynne, including removal of all the sheet rock which I'm concerned will be expensive. The scene morphs and I am in a closed off room of the house transferring yellow liquid between 100 mL syringes with varying gauge needles some of which are very, very thin and ineffectual. Some of the needles are larger gauge. I am also attempting to use aquarium tubing in a Rube Goldberg type set up to do the transfers between syringes. A lot of the liquid is being spilled into a blue plastic basin over which I am working.

The liquid is some kind of new conduit for the distribution of music. It needs to be injected into a computer mouse or inserted into a computer port in order to play. In the course of manipulating and transferring this liquid, I injected it into a 250 mL IV medication bag. When I do, thousands of flecks of glitter form into the number “39.” I am surprised. It is quite beautiful though, with all kinds of rainbow colors. I wake. 1:40 AM.

May 10 - 11, 2016: Dream 3 of 3: I am on a beach which I initially think is on Long Island, but clearly it is not because I spy a sea turtle laying her eggs in a dug out hole just before I step on her. I conclude I am on vacation on a tropical island. I move backwards without looking to give the turtle room and privacy, and fall into yet another hole in the sand. Luckily, I fall onto the outer rim of the hole. I prop myself on my elbows and heels while still on my back and move away as if I were a crab. At my feet I see the first of many heads pop out of the sand. Baby turtles in large numbers appear from beneath the sand, blink their yellow mucus filled eyes as if the sun is too bright, and then begin to scramble off towards the water's edge. One of the babies momentarily flips onto its back, exposing his white belly in its haste to get to the water. Its tiny flippers are flapping furiously until it rights itself. All this activity comes to the attention of multiple people on the beach who have now gathered to watch. Unfortunately, seagulls have also noticed the turtles and several of the babies get snatched up and flown away. I say something aloud to the crowd about “that is how nature is.”

After a while when the activity has wound down, I go walking along the water's edge. I come across yet another turtle, but this one is fully submerged at the water's edge, head towards the sea. Her egg-laying tube is immensely long - about 2 1/2 feet. She remains fully underwater while laying her eggs in what appears to be a natural cave-like hole beneath my feet. An official uniformed conservation manager shows me what is really going on. There is a man made contraption buried into the sand for this very purpose in order to keep the turtle and her eggs safe. He opens the lid and leans it back so that I can see inside. There are 40 or so blue opalescent eggs with white streaks that look like they are made of ultra smooth, shiny, polished stone. They are magnificent. Almost jewel like. The turtle is dropping them into this "cave" at a slow steady pace.

I eventually move on and arrive at a sturdy wooden kiosk like structure at the top of the beach well away from the water. A woman and two men occupy the shady space about 6 feet off of the ground. I call up a question to the woman employee. "How is it possible for the eggs to survive underwater in the absence of oxygen?" I ask her if there is some type of metabolic process going on inside the egg that produces oxygen for the embryos. I give her an example of a carbohydrate breaking down into a simple sugar plus a water molecule and ask her if the oxygen atom from two molecules of water can disassociate then come together inside the egg to produce a molecule of oxygen? She says to me "That's a great question!" She picks up a rectangular shaped microphone from her desktop and speaks into it. "Attention.... Attention.... Attention Google." She then repeats my question into the microphone as if she is querying Siri. I wake. 5:14am.

May 6, 2016: I lace up a pair of foul weather hiking boots. I need to use the bathroom inside the movie theater. It is disgusting and run down to the point where I don't even want to touch the entrance door. I use my booted left foot to push open the door and then approach a bare concrete cinder block wall where there is a trough. I start to pee against the wall and my urine runs down the wall into the trough.

A man enters the bathroom, and is standing to my left while I pee. He has a thin catalog open to a page which has an illustration of a creepy looking doll which resembles a Tim Burton characterization of a popular or famous actress. The female doll is Frankenstein-like with surgical sutures on its face and is dressed like a pilgrim in black and white. The man seems concerned that the likeness of the doll's face to a famous actress will prompt a lawsuit. I advised him to simply make a small change to the appearance of the doll and that if he did so I didn't think he would get sued since the doll was not likely to have much sale volume potential. I finished peeing and we exit the bathroom.

We are now outside the bathroom in the lobby area of the movie theater and the conversation switches to kites. I start pontificating on the Revolution kite, and give him the pros and cons of purchasing a less expensive model of Revolution kite first as a “beater" while he learns to fly. Afterwards, he can purchase a more expensive model. I tell him that if he flies the kite in his yard at a party, his guests will be very impressed. Apparently, I had previously promised to upload information on my Revolution kite online for his benefit, but hadn't done so as of this conversation. I find a black straw on the floor of the movie theater. It is very stiff and covered in part by a cellophane wrapper. I removed the remnant of the wrapper and show it to the man as an example of the carbon fiber frame inside the Revolution kite. I wake.