JoannaB

5:18am

So there I was at a counter at a bar, still trying to vote, and out of some reason I thought one could vote at a bar. I was looking in my purse either for my credit card to pay for the purchases at the bar or for my license as proof of identity so I could vote.

My husband was saying how this election was to show George Bush that he could not limit elections to just some voters. But while I was still rummaging through my purse, my husband left.

Suddenly I heard my mother on TV trying to tell about a dream she had had. She was much younger, like when I was a kid.

And then it clicked. I shouted "This is a dream!" And I started doing sumersaults in the air above the bar. Out of some reason though I kept closing my eyes, and the dream was fading. I managed to notice that my husband was not there, so I expected to find him right outside the door, and so I opened the door and there he was. "This is a dream!" I shouted. But then I woke up.


Memory of previous dream:

The rummaging in my purse for either my credit card or license reminded me of a dream earlier that night, where I had the hardest time finding my credit card in my purse in a store, but then I remembered, I had just bought chocolates in the store next door, and I had them in a small paper gift bag, so I looked inside, and they had put my credit card with the chocolates! The person at this place said that this is what the store next to them has a tendency of doing. As I was walking out, I noticed that she had named the store on the other side of hers, not the one I remembered shopping in, but in my dream I rationalized that the two stores on both sides must then be owned by same owner.

4:28am

I was trying to get to the voting booth on time. I needed to vote even though I had voted yesterday - one of those two day elections. I knew voting closed at 5pm, and it was almost 5. I was lost. I was moving further and further West, away from the city, but unable to figure out how to turn around.

My kids were in the car with me. I thought of them as my kids, although I only saw one in this dream, and he looked nothing like my real life kids, but in this dream, I did not question it. There was chewing gum stuck to the radio, which didn't look anything like the car radio does either. And there was something wrong with the outside front of my car, though I don't know what - I got out at a light and tried to fix whatever was wrong.

My husband materialized. I asked how he found me despite my being lost, he did not explain, and I did not ask again. He said he could drive. I asked, don't you have a car you got here in? He said no, but then I thought maybe we would get back here for his car after the election. Though I seriously doubted we could get back in time.

The kid wanted milk. He wanted to know if the juice box contained milk. We said, no juice. He said that he wanted milk not juice. In fact he seemed to already be drinking juice. My husband pointed out there was milk in shopping bags in the car, but the milk was in gallon containers, so not ready to drink.

2:40am

Trying to sign up my older son to private school - he goes to a very good public one in real life. Then the dream got confusing because in my dream he already went to the school I was trying to sign him up for, so as I was trying to find someone in administration to talk to, my son came to me. I wondered how come he could be by himself outside of class now, but did not question it further. i asked if he was having a good day - he said he was. There was an ice cream social at the school. I was told that maybe that's why the administrators I was trying to reach were not there - that I should try later. I said that I luckily have the day off of work, so I van try later.

Bed at 9:17
10:52 pm
I had an almost lucid dream feeling in this dream. I had the sense that I had been counting something in my dream perhaps in my dream journal, when I opened my eyes wider and entered a new scene flying over an ocean with the thought that one can do this counting better this way. This may have been a non lucid dream about being lucid? I think the vividness shifted during the change of scene to much more vivid, and it was almost like being lucid.

Tonight I slept from 9pm to almost 6am, so that's 9hours. I did not make the effort to recall, since I was so exhausted in the evening I needed the sleep. Did I catch up on sleep? Next night I will make an effort to recall dreams again.

Meanwhile practicing MILD: noticed a lot of red cars today, and noticed the radio, so today so far i am better at noticing things from my list than yesterday.

I continue to be too tired. I even woke up at 4am, so I wanted to WILD, but following the WILD tutorial put me to sleep fast as usual, and I woke up again at 6am without recall.

Ironically I think this fragment dealt with remembering dreams, and that's about all I remember. Been very tired lately, and this continues to be an issue.

In this dream I was part of a huge project creating documentation for the military. My two bosses was the same as in real life, but I had many coworkers whom I had never met before. There were a number of coworkers on this project who were graduate students from a reasearch university, and even in the dream they were new coworkers to me. What was interesting was that in this dream I was significantly younger than in real life - in fact I was younger than these graduate students, and pretty shy around them, trying to impress. However, I was still a major player in the project, often acting as my boss's representative, which was inconsistent with my dream age, more consistent with my actual level of seniority where I will informally at times act that way with my boss's blessing on less important conference calls and such.

So we were building huge amounts of documentation for the military. (This reminds me of my recent other dreams of creating huge amounts of documents on a large ship. The military part of this dream is probably due to my having interpreted someone else's dream about military last evening before going to bed.) I remember this dream as being long, but now I only remember some significant parts. In one of them we are having an informal meeting in what looked like a dorm room: the graduate students, my Italian American boss who is the less influential of my two bosses - more of a project manager) and myself, and one of the graduate students was saying, "we have all this documentation planned, but what about the shopper's guide? We usually do a shoppers guide for this type of project." Me: "I cannot say. You should really ask our government lead, he is the boss, and he is paying you for this project, so you should ask him whether to do this document." Grad student (this one seemed to be like a leader of the bunch, and in a previous scene he and I had been thrown together, and I was now a bit less shy around him - he was cute.): "Yes, but what do you think? Would you like us to make a shoppers guide? Would you think it useful?" Me: "I think a shoppers guide could be useful. However, I don't make the decisions and I am not the one who pays you, so my opinion is not what you should be seeking." My Italian American boss/team lead: "What she is saying is that she does not have the cojones."

In a later scene I realized that a document that my government lead asked me to prepare was actually a version of the shoppers guide. So I went to tell the grad students, and I also said "When dealing with the military, proper terminology is important. This is not the shoppers guide. This is called the acquisitions plan."

I also remember some scene that seemed to be part of the same dream where I was out in a parking lot. It was raining, and I had to retrieve something from a locker in the parking lot.

I have the sense that there was much more to this dream. I think the scene with my government lead telling me to work on the acquisitions plan was an actual dream scene, not just a memory, for example. Also the scene of being thrown together in some task with the graduate student, which made me less shy around him. I also remember walking down a hallway side by side with the grad student.

Analysis: I think I am dreaming dreams of creating huge amounts of documentation because I am having a sense of not being creative enough in my work and just creating documents but not actually creating something. I am thinking as a solution I should start making bread or crocheting at home again to get an outlet which produces more tangible non written results.

Fragment: eating apples with my older son. A lot of worms in them. I decided to turn it into a lesson in need for insecticide. I think we ate the apples anyway, but then applied a small quantity of insecticide to remaining apples on tree, and would check next time whether apple had any worms.

Dream: i was at some sort of reception. i told a woman who was affiated with the Roman Catholic Church that i want to be added to their mailing list. In my dream I had just moved into town and did not have an address yet, but i had an email address. I explained that i was no longer Roman Catholic, but wanted to be on their mailing list anyway - out of some unexplained reason. The woman then asked me "Why are you no longer Catholic? Don't you like Walesa?" (Which is odd because Walesa was the Polish leader of Solidarity labor movement that overthrew Communism in Poland, and not a typical figure to stand in for Catholicism, but in my dream I did not question that.) I responded: "I do. I just love my husband more. And he is Episcopalian. Besides priests can get married and women can be priests in the Episcopal Church, and that's important to me." She had never heard of this before, and was shocked.

Fragment: Man with constant erection. doctors peel it like a banana.

Fragment: False alarming material stored in warehouse. I suspected it was not false alarm. Retest. Machines go crazy again.

Remembered anither fragment when woke, but it was gone when i moved.

In is long and complicated dream, I seemed to be in charge or at least deeply involved in disaster planning a huge ship. (In hindsight I wonder, The Titanic? But it was in modern times.)

So as part of this effort I had to write this huge manual on contingency planning, and for this I needed input from a White House staffer. While our project had a White House liaison, but I thought that this one would not do, so I contacted someone else (who happened to be a bearded black man) and persuaded him to give me contact info for someone in the White House. I reached the woman on the phone. She was in the backseat of a car or limo. (Interestingly enough whenever I talked on the phone with someone in this dream, my perspective changed, and I was seeing them during the conversation.) The woman said that this was her time off, and that she had other plans, but I asked her "Do you want this contingency planning done or not? And we are supposed to get help from the White House." So, given these persuasive arguments she of course changed her plans, and came to study the documentation with me.

Meanwhile my coworker (who was the only person in this dream whom I know in waking life) would demo for us what looked like a huge contraption with words and sets of large lights. On the left it would say something like requirement xyz or test abc, and then there were those huge lights that were lit if that requirement or test was completed. I remember noticing that this took up most of the little room and only covered a few requirements and tests thus far. my next thought was, "It is good then that this ship is so huge."

The next scene, still on the ship, is an integration of someone else's dream I read on DV yesterday into my own! (With some changes of course.) I was about to pee on e potty, and so I found a chair and an attachable potty, sort of like one my kid used to have, but a grown up version. One of the people on the disaster recovery team or maybe a White House liaison commented that he always found it kind of embarrassing whenever someone peed in public. I responded that whenever you are on the phone while peeing, which surely you do all the time (no, I don't!), it's like peeing in public, and he should just get over his embarrassment. After all we need to get this work done, and there is notice for frivolous privacy.

Toward the end of the dream I remember being dissatisfied with the effort be ause the quality of writing did not seem good enough to me, sort of assessing disaster recovery documents literary merit, and finding them lacking (shocker!). Another person reassured me that whenever he wrote an abstract (very short as opposed to the work written in this dream,which was a volume larger than a phone book, much larger), he would be dissatisfied, but then put the abstract to the side for a while, and return to it after a while, and then the writing seemed much better that he originally feared.

fragment 1: my 4 year old had a huge overgrown beard of dark hair (in reality his hair is light), and I decided to cut and shave off his beard to look what his face looks like underneath, but I was not going to cut his hair in the back of his head on my own because I feared botching the job, for that I planned to take him to a barber another day. I think this dream ended before the beard was off, so I did not get to see his face.

fragment 2: a library book came with options on the dust jacket, and one of the options was to "keep this book", but then there was a hyperlink (on the paperback book) and when you clicked it, it said, "just kidding, that would be stealing, and against God's commandment, and a smiley."

Fragment 3: also library related but separate dream. I was standing in line at library to find out something, but someone else was saying that the library could not do something because that would be illegal. I don't remember what that something was.

Fragment 1: We had left the boys with a baby sitter at church, and went to a social event with my husband's fraternity. It was getting too late, and I had no control over when we would return since I had not driven and could not persuade others to return - we had carpooled with a larger group.

Fragment 2: A dream just out of reach of recall. This was the dream I woke from. Some contradiction? Uneasy dream?

Fragment: blood transfusion needed to make up for loss due to ???

Fragment 2: on hotel soaps

Fragment 3: sexual supernatural

Ok, this was one if those dreams that happen about college years after one is out of college.

In this dream I was three courses short of finishing my Masters degrees, so I signed up for three courses that would allow me to finish. The administration sent my father a letter that one of the courses was full, and suggestion that I take a course in Choreography with the same professor as one of my other courses instead. In my dream my father agreed to this without consulting me.

Meanwhile I was aware of having a leasurely schedule, so I went to have breakfast with a couple of professors I was friends with in this dream (unknown in real life), the breakfast was more like a huge dinner actually. I also needed to drop of my kids for the day, in my dream they needed to be taking medicines, but they had large rashes on their faces, which was due to allergy to these medicines, but in my dream that was ok for some reason.

So after I had the large meal and dropped off the kids for the day, I was ready to get to my first class, and I realized that I was so late that I would arrive just as the class was ending! And so I did. The professor was not happy with me for having missed her first class - it was some sort of dance class. She told me something like, I will see you in my Choreography class then, and that's how I first realized that I had the change of schedule. I asked, "But will that course be appropriate for me to finish my degree?" She said "I don't know. You need to check with the administration with whoever you have been working with on establishing that you get all you need to get the degree." I realized that I had not been working with any ody in administration, and this was a problem which might prevent me from graduating. I just knew that this Choreography course would not do to meet my requirement, so my feeling of contentment at being able to graduate this semester had turned into full out dread by the end of this dream.