Turquoise Dreams

Last night bed 8:20pm - 3:25am

DR1:
I am with a family I used to know in LB. Walking down a sunny, dusty street, like in a new housing development area. She is saying that 500 is missing from her money and they kinda know that new housekeeper did it. She asks me about it too and she knows I'm telling the truth when I honetstly tell her that it would never be me.

Walking home, same area, through some dusty hills. A town fair is going to be opening tonight and they ar setting up the booths. We get into some dining hall. I pour honey into my tea cup then tea from a glass pitcher and watch the honey melt. The owner of the place and the fair comes in, we recognize him as a guy whom we passed on the way here and he gives us some survey papers, wanting us to fill them out. I know I'm not gonna.

Still same setting, same people.
One of the kids leaves friends house without telling us while we are all there. When we find him, he is in trouble and I'm telling him now I'm not taking him to the fair. He gets mad and tells on me.

DR2:

crosscountry running race, table with green tub w water, around - no through - butt wet, guy asks something, I push his hand he runs after, grabbs by throat, my fingers in his eyes, he is not letting go, blood in mouth, rinsing, ice

I'm in a cross-country running race. Running on a dirt path, small hills, seems like same setting as previous dream. There is a desk with green tub with water in it. I'm trying to squeeze by it, then I ask the official standing there if that's the way to go. She says, no, we have to go through the tub. So I climb up and she says we need to get our butts wet. So we do and keep running.

I think I'm second in place, running on a flat dusty path at the edge of a town. There are spectators and other people just walking around. On of them approaches me and with outstretched arm holding something asks me something. I push his hand away without slowing down. I'm sure he will know I'm in a race and can't stop.

I feel him running behind me, catching up, grabbing me by my throat. I try to think which fingers you are suppose to use when you pushing your fingers in someones eyes in self defence. He is still holding me from behind so it's hard to do, but I do jam my fingers in his eyes. I put them in pretty good. He is not letting go. I realize I should push not so hard, as to give him a chance to loosen his grip and let me go. Others come and I tell them to pull his arm off of me.

I go to a sink and I'm rinsing my mouth, spitting blood. Somehow he had his fingers in my mouth and cut me. I keep spitting out pink water and it's splashing all over the near wall. I ask for some ice.