JoannaB

10pm
I was staying in some sort of bed and breakfast, and they put us up in a room that did not seem ready for visitors (later in the dream it occured to me that maybe they had put us up in a room of one of the family members).

The were shoes all over the floor layed out in a weird way, and there were books similarly layed out. I put the shoes away somehow, but was more interested in the books and started stacking them, based on my interest.

Then the land lady came and wanted to know what I was doing. And she said they all had to go back to the way they were. I replied with how could I remember how they were lasted out before? But I said I would try.

There was also some flash of me with the shoes or books in a different location.

4am
Fragment: my older son's summer camp left the kids in a fast food like location with playground all day. I was not impressed.

Some elderly relative of my husband's had died in our vicinity (in reality my husband does not have any local relatives). I knew to expect one elderly woman to come as a house guest for the funeral and had prepared for that.

However, on the day before the funeral it was not that one relative who arrived at my home expecting to be put up for the night, but it was several: all of them elderly female unknown to me and judgemental and unfriendly. Furthermore my husband and sons were not there to help me prepare, and the house I lived in was unfamiliar to me both in reality and in the dream. So I had to find new sheets for every bed in the house, and I did not know where clean sheets were. The bedding I found was really old fashioned looking, the kind one would find in an old person's home. But I could not find enough of it. I was fumbling around under the stern judgemental glares of my guests.

One of the guests at least was friendly: a former church member, Caroline. I do not know why she had come, but at least she was being encouraging.

Then I asked the guests what they would like for breakfast the next day. They replied "Nothing!" glaring at me even more. "One does not eat before a funeral! But after the funeral we expect a proper wake. You did remember to arrange the wake?"

That's when I lost my temper. "Why would I arrange the wake? She was not my close relative. There are closer relatives of hers locally. I hope they arranged the wake. But if they did not, that's not my problem!"

I woke up soon after that, disappointed to discover that it was already waking time.

10pm (I went to bed early feeling tired and feverish so already had recall)

My husband called me to a conference call at his office to try to work out a problem he thought I had with one of his coworkers. The coworker started defending himself saying he had no clue I had a problem with him. I replied that this because I have no problem with him whatsoever, and my husband misunderstood. As I was leaving the conference room, I said that of course part of the reason why I have no problem with him has to do with the fact that I do not actually know him at all, and he agreed.

Still in my husband's office, in the office kitchen: I first randomly give a female stranger a backrub from behind. Then it's as if I forgot that this female stranger is there and I definitely forgot about rubbing her, and I start thoroughly massaging my husband. He is fully clothed but on the floor in a way and I give him a full back massage while squatted on top of him. Very sensual.

Only then do I remember the female stranger coworker, and that we were blocking her way out of the kitchen and forcing her to watch. I appologize to her. She says, no problem, and that she wishes she had watched me chew out Alexandro. I figure Alexandro must have been the male coworker in the conference room who I had no problem with. It occurs to me that he did not look like an Alexandro, looked very WASP. I explain to the coworker that there was no chewing out involved.

Fragment: I was in a waiting room of a doctor's office explaining why I was there. I do not recall why. I had the sense though in the dream that I had been waiting for a long time and had given the same explanation many times before. Later in same dream I was trying to help the doctor not to be lost: I was telling him that the reason he could not find an office number was because the address was from before his practice moved to another building, but he would not listen to me, and just kept going and looking.

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.

I was one of several brothers. Our family owned a company. One of the brothers was mentally disabled but he also shared ownership, and that was good. We had hired an organization to represent the interests of our company. I was not sure whether the organization was a bank, an insurance, a law firm, or a mafia. Nor was I sure whether it mattered as long as they did their job. Their job was to protect the interest of our company, even if the interest of the company did not coincide with the interests of the owning family. Under special circumstances they had the authority to even take over the ownership or power of atorny or something like that away from my family, and I thought that was as it should be.

In this dream it was my birthday (it is not), and I was in my office and suddenly realized people had snuck into my office for a birthday surprise. There were little tiny people (fairies?) dancing on my desk, but I noticed real size people (presumably coworkers?) behind me. The tiny people looked real, but I thought there must be real size people hidden under my desk directing these puppets.

My boss wanted me to buy orchid plants, so I bought two. He insisted that was not enough. He wanted lots, and then he wanted me to multiply them. I said that he did not understand that having lots of orchids was lots of work and a commitment. And as for multiplying, while I had had a few keikis on my orchids accidentally, but I could not reproduce that reliably, and pollinating orchids was too complicated. He would not listen to me though.

I approached some man I knew was important. Before we shook hands, he insisted I scan my wrist with a card from a deck of cards. It showed a two hour discrepancy between my time and now. I explained that I had done something benign that involved short term time travel. He said I should have remembered to correct that after I returned. I forgot.

Some reasons for why I dreamed these elements: my husband's birthday is coming up, my younger son believes fairies are real due to a former preschool teacher, I have orchids and neglect them too much, my sons have been playing lots of card games lately and there are cards everywhere in our home as a result, and I have been reading "The Power of Now" book by Eckhard Tolle which points out that we always live in the now and should not worry about the past and future.

Signing up kids for summer camp

The dream starts with me arriving at "my home" somewhere in the San Francisco Bay Area. Apparently it is a house we recently acquired, and by we in this dream I mean my father and me, although my father is only there briefly at the beginning of the dream. The house is very old and will need significant repair work. There also is no furniture in it yet I think in this first scene.

When we arrive it is raining heavily, and my father expresses concern that the home's drains may not be good enough to handle it. And in fact in that moment, the rain is even heavier and the house starts to flood.

Suddenly we notice a cat in our house. It is a very sad looking starved black cat. It eagerly hops into my arms to get away from the water. At some point while I am holding it, it no longer has fur, and is a naked cat with an almost human expression of suffering on its face. Later in the dream the cat has fur again though. I vaguely notice that the cat has a collar, but I ignore it, because I want this to be my cat.

Another scene: there is no more rain, and a woman whom I know from church is in my house visiting, and I explain about the cat but that we have no cat food. She offers to go buy some. I request she buy two kinds for variety.

I am walking on what appears to be a large stretch of land belonging to my home. I am holding the cat in my arms. And we are both content. I feel remorse though over still not having checked the collar, so I do. The cat's name is Sheri, and the names and address and phone number of her owners are listed. I am surprised that she is from the other side of the bay.

I call the number. A teenager answers and she is delighted that the cat has been found. I give her my address and she will pick the cat up with her parents. After I hang up the cat seems to have an expression of delight on her face. Then a man appears who seems friendly at first but with a bit of creepy soon appearing. He fisrst appears outside.

Then I am inside. The home now is fully furnished as it may have been in the scene when the friend visited (not sure) but unlike the first scene. Also unlike the first scene no mention of my father and I am living in this home alone now. I sit down on the couch. Suddenly the man appears and sits down across the coffee table from me. He wonders why my crochet stuff is not here. I wonder how he knows I crochet. I notice the cat is not with me, and I think she disappeared to hide from the man. I have the sense that he is dangerous maybe even a murderer. He gets up and starts going up the stairs to look for the cat I think.

I realize that I never invited him inside the house. I have an image of him sneaking upstairs with a knife but I don't think he had a knife before. Not sure but maybe this is what happened in the house where the cat disappeared from, the man with a knife, maybe he killed someone there. But I don't know that and I don't know how I suspect that. All I do know is there is a creepy man in my house. I go outside to the car and dial 511, hoping to reach the non emergency police number. Because in my dream I think that having a strange man in my house uninvited does not wore want an emergency call! I explain to the police that I would appreciate an officer coming by my house to check this man out, but I sound defensive, like I know I don't have enough to go on to call the police. After all I do not know that he is a murderer, have no way of knowing.

Meanwhile the cat's family arrive. I explain about the man. They say to call the emergency police number because if it is the man they think it is, he killed grandma, the night the cat disappeared, and is wanted by the police.

I woke up before the police arrived or before the cat or man were seen again.

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Fragment: I remember going to a restaurant to meet my husband I think. I thought he said the restaurant was walking distance but when I start going there, I search for directions and discovered I would need to drive there.

About dancing and about having a cold.

In this dream I was preparing some letters written for my son by his grandmothers and laying the letters and some presents out for my son in his classroom for some kind of a show and tell.

To my horror I noticed that one of his grandmothers had used an inappropriate word in the letter. I contemplated what to do: should I leave the letter here or take it. I looked back at the letter after having looked away, and the inappropriate word had changed into something benign. Instead of realizing that this was a reality check and that I was dreaming, I was relieved that the letter did not say anything inappropriate after all, and I figured I must have misread it before.

I was a bit disturbed that all the presents were pillows and nothing more exciting, but I figured I could not fix what his grandmas chose to give him.

I was at a AAA location I think, and I came to their desk and the guy said that they had a long waiting list. I said I had to either get my wheels aligned or get a hole in a tire patched and that I was not sure which. I asked where else I could do that, and he gave me directions to somewhere else.

***

I was driving somewhere with my mother. We stopped near some tall buildings to figure out where to go from there. The path seemed fairly straightforward.

***

My mother and I arrived at our home. My mother found some presents that she had given my husband and me the last time she was in town, and they were not unwrapped yet. They were loose tea leaves and some dress shirts.

Argh, I again remember remembering a dream in the middle of the night. It may have been about work but at this point I am not sure. I remember being barely awake and thinking that maybe I should get up and do WBTB, but I decided not to. In the morning woke up with a sore throat and no recall.

I remember at some point tonight remembering a dream fragment. I remember that it was either pleasant or at least not unpleasant.

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.