Turquoise Dreams

1.13.15

Last night bed around midnight.

Last week or so, I have been having lots of dreams every night. I wonder if it's because I had beer before bed (vitamin B).

DR1

I'm in some kind of an underground corridor. My boss from work is there, working, pulling some kind of a cart, as we do often at work.

There is a guy by a metal box, and two women are asking him, if he is sure he can lift it, because it weighs 35 pounds. He is suppose to install it on the wall. So he is standing on some box, then he lifts this metal box above his head and tries to hang it on some hooks on the wall. He almost has it, but one corner is not secured yet and he is losing strength. The box slips and hits him on a side of his head. He falls backwards to the ground. As he is falling, the box hits him in the chest. He breathes in and out loudly about 5 times and stays quiet. I'm standing behind the corner now. I see my boss approaches him trying to help. I think he has died. But boss says no.


DR2
I'm in a very small room, 20x20 feet. There are some wooden benches without backrests and some people sitting on them. I'm drinking from a wooden cup. I don't like the drink, and there is stuff on the bottom, like hair and leftovers from previous drinks. I complain to someone, but I have a feeling I shouldn't, because we are slaves. They say those are just seeds, and really, I put my hand in the cup and pull out a fistfull of tiny seeds that looks like inside of a fig.

There was a third one, and I should have typed it while I remembered.