dream fragment

Ordering or buying food for a difficult group of kids, including a vegetarian, someone on a kosher diet, a kid who wanted pizza with "peppermint, peppers, white meat, no or little sauce."

Something about making words in the oven? But sometimes fail because part missing or other issue.

Drinking out of a bottle and there was a broken piece of glass in the bottle, stuck inside so it could not be extracted.

Something about baking bread with lots of candy in it. Preparing for my birthday party, and I think I may have been a young adult rich male, and birthday party was to be held at a restaurant. Writing a short story entitled War.

Fragment 1: someone wanted to know whether two people could simultaneously do a certain thing on database, and the answer was yes.

Fragment 2: I had some sort of marks on my arm, and my husband asked "how did you get those burns?", and I explained those were not burns but skretches

1am
I don't think I was myself. I may have been some kind of scientist. I was with others but don't recall who. We stopped at a spring of water. I had the sense this was not the first water spring we stopped at. This one had been heavily built around and looked like an indoor swimming pool only smaller. My first reaction was that we would not stay because the water looked bad to drink. It was white and more like milk than water due to all the minerals. Who would want to drink this? However I encouraged one of the others to try it - perhaps an assistant or student. He reported that actually it tasted good so I tasted it too. It did taste kind of like milkey water, not bad. I remember having some kind of a vision of some shelter or bunker and I think it was part of this dream somehow but I don't recall how. It seemed like a small room made of concrete?

Another fragment: For a banquet of sort, a collage or painting of the names of the attendees had been prepared but somehow it had gone wrong and the names all overlapped in such a way that only one naw was legible. I don't recall that name.

3am
So it was nighttime and I was going in the dark through my kids drawers in their dressers looking for something. At one point my younger son's dresser's lowest drawer was almost empty except for a few items, one of which felt wet like maybe a wet swimsuit was in there - but in this dream I did not bother taking it out, but left it in there, just noticing it was there. Then when I later in same dream searched the same drawer again it was filled with my older son's homework instead. I extracted two pieces but when I went to a room with more light, I discovered that one of the two sheets I was holding was actualy a homework that still needed to be done, but it just had empty circles on the page and was obviously just one part of the homework, the instructions presumably still somewhere in that drawer. How was I going to find them, in the dark, in a drawer full of papers, not knowing what I was looking for? I went back to searching that drawer. At one point my older son woke up enough to realize there was an intruder in his room, and he grabbed my arm, without knowing it was me. I tried to say "it's me: Mom" but I could not speak, was like paralyzed or frozen. In hindsight, it is odd because it was my older son, but in the bed where my younger son sleeps in in real life.

Another fragment: There was some sort of contraption in my sons' room. I think it started as an alarm clock early in the dream and became a water fountain later, although it was complicated enough so maybe it was both of those and maybe more. It was broken. At first it was playing music and I could not turn it off. Then there were sharp needles sticking out of it, and one of the needles got into my fingertip and it hurt and I had to pull it out, and the machine had many more needles like it. Then it was a water fountain, but my younger son had to climb onto it in some complex way to get water. It was definitely very broken whatever it was, and not safe. And yet my dream self did not remove it from the children's room. I knew how much the kids liked it. So I tried to fix it. Then I wondered whether the boys could live with it the way it was. And only finally did I wonder whether I could get a new unbroken one to replace it. At some point in this dream I was trying to reach this contraption - I think it was when it was playing music too loud in the middle of the night - but I could not move, I was stuck/paralyzed just standig there in midst ride, reaching toward it but unable to get closer. I do not know how I got unstuck, but I don't think this was the end of this dream.

6:30am
I was with my husband near our kitchen. He had just brewed some tea. I told him "yesterday, our older son asked how do mommies and daddies make babies?" My husband's angry reaction "And you told him that both daddy and you need to be present to answer this question!" Me "I wish I had! But when I get such a question I either freeze like a deer in the headlights or I talk before I think." My husband "where is my tea? I was holding it when you started telling me about this, and now I don't know where it is." So we started searching for his tea.

Signing up kids for summer camp

I was a new employee in a company, and yet I was tasked with conducting phone interviews for a position. Also I was supposed to contact a contractor whose contract had expired. Very awkward and stressful.

Outside there was mud and leaves and a bad rotten smell. I was in a car and there was lots of traffic that I needed to maneuver around, had a near miss almost accident.

I needed to redo a scientific paper. Mostly I needed to delete redundant parts, such as diagrams that started with a chemical / molecular composition of something, then something else, and ending on the same chemical/molecular composition. Trouble was that this pruning effort was the suggestion of someone we were working with, but while I agreed it was needed, I worried my boss would not like it. This someone else we worked with was saying that the current paper was written "so old school", also suggesting that we should not strive to directly and thoroughly answer the questions asked, but succinctly show our capabilities.

I remember that instead of my husband in this dream fragment my five year old son was the one loosing hair.

Upon waking up I remembered another fragment, but by now All I remember is that it was also disturbing and tense.

This dream was like a movie. I just remember one scene. A bunch of shady character sitting at a table in a restaurant get one of them to play along into honoring those who come in by standing up. Then a cop comes in, and the guy stands up before he notices, and then freezes in shock. His buddies are laughing hard thinking he froze because he accidentally honored a cop, but then it turns out he froze because he recognized him as a former buddy. He then thinks that the explanation must be that he is disguised as a cop, but no the cop explains he actually had to become a cop because he could not have gotten here otherwise. I think he means either to this planet, or this dimension, or parallel universe, anyway something monumental like that.
That's all I remember.

In this dream I had a gynacologists appointment, for which I arrived absurdly early, and was waiting for like hours.

Then the gynacologist came to the waiting room, and said I was in luck, could see me earlier than scheduled. I said, oh good, because I am leaving on vacation right after this.

Then the gynacologist and I hung out for a while, like we were buddies, just chatting.

In this dream I was visiting some fancy rich family and I had my horse with me. I assured them that my horse was potty trained, and enquired whether their stable was equipped with a potty that a horse could use. I had the impression that I wanted to out compete them on the fancier than though front.

The fragment had to do with Christmas anxiety: in this dream my mom asked me whether something could be thrown away, and I looked, and they were transparent Legos, and I said "no! These are part of the kids' Christmas gift. What are they doing out here anyway before Christmas. Should be hidden, and not on display."

My husband was about to throw away a box of chocolates my mom brought. "No, these chocolates are my favorites!" I objected and stopped him.

12:15am
Smuggling people and smuggling cheese. A man who did a bit of both expects the dream character that I am to meet him at the train station to get smuggled, but I do not intend to. Another man got rich smuggling cheese only. His wife says that his friend is pathetically idealistic, he disagrees that there is anything wrong with idealism. A scene on the train, the man sleeps, while his wife gently strokes his hair, and there is a thin layer of cheese in his luggage.