JoannaB

Was looking at buying a house, and I was excited to discover a store walking distance selling clay pots. I shared this good news with someone I knew into dream but not outside of it, and she pointed out that one does not buy clay pots all that often, and that she would like to live walking distance from a Starbucks instead.

I was interviewing women for a job, and each one of the three women mentioned that her grown daughter already works here, and they were clearly expecting this to be something in their favor. The third one was shocked when I told her that all her competitors for this job had daughters working here also.

Was looking at buying a house, and I was excited to discover a store walking distance selling clay pots. I shared this good news with someone I knew into dream but not outside of it, and she pointed out that one does not buy clay pots all that often, and that she would like to live walking distance from a Starbucks instead.

I was interviewing women for a job, and each one of the three women mentioned that her grown daughter already works here, and they were clearly expecting this to be something in their favor. The third one was shocked when I told her that all her competitors for this job had daughters working here also.

I had a false awakening, but did not reality check and had no awareness:

I woke up in a bunk bed on a very tall bunk, scared that if I move the wrong way, I will fall out of bed to my death. Interestingly I remembered that this night I would be getting points for something, but I thought I would get points based on what kind of bed I slept in, and a bunk bed was negative points!

This is all I remember.

Edit: Actually I also remember a déjà vu feeling when in the high bunk bed, like I have had that dream before maybe. I was very scared.

I believe this dream started with both me and my husband walking in a neighborhood, and we got attacked by ducks, yellow ones. Later in the dream my husband left and it was just me though with the ducks. I got three of them which attached to me and would not let go. I tried running as fast as I could with ducks attached - two were attached to my legs and one on my back. Then I came to a place where there was a trampoline, and I tried getting rid of them by jumping up and down, and then lying down on top of a duck and smothering it, and getting back up. I managed to get rid of two of them, but the one on my back kept holding on. I came to a group of men who were sitting outdoors, and I asked them, "Any idea of how I get rid of the duck?" One of the men said "Predetor" That's when I noticed that there were big dogs circling me. One big black one came close. I said "Go ahead take a bite." He took my hand in his teeth. I said "Not me, the duck!" He seemed to understand because he let go of me, and grabbed the duck and got it off my back. I figured he deserved to have a duck dinner.

Before this dream I remember remembering a dream and I remember making the effort to recall it, but I did not write it down! Grr!

I was a young man, in my 20s. I was a plantation owner, or rather my father used to own the plantation and I had just inherited it. We were in financial trouble, a lot of slaves had run away, and I was determined to free the rest and pay them wages and hope they would stay. I was determined that I would keep the home and the gardens and orchard at least if we could keep it up. What was weird that I seemed to see this home and property for the first time, so I explored it and looked at its potential.

In the orchard in front of the house I was surprised by how huge and red the apples were. I picked one, but most were too high up - I would need to return with a ladder. I noticed that the birds were stealing some of the apples. One apple started flying off right next to me, and I had to jump up a bit to catch it. We played a tug of war but the bird won and got away with the apple. Throughout it all, I could not see the bird - I thought it must be hidden behind the apple and be smaller in size than the apple, but surprisingly strong. When the apple flew away, I found a bug like a dragonfly remaining on my hand. For a moment I wondered whether it could have been my oponent in the apple tug of war, but then realized that was impossible because the apple and whatever was pulling it flew away.

I went back to the house, and explored the kitchen. There was a rather large potted tree growing in the kitchen. It had branches that were spreading on the ceiling with an intricate pattern formed by the small needle shaped leaves. I worried whether I would water it often enough but figured my servants would take care of it.

One of my servants though expressed concern because one of the slaves who had run away was the cook, and how were we going to feed ourselves. I said that I could cook, but he was skeptical. I responded by saying something like "Are you used to eating as fine as the masters then?" And he said that actually yes because the cook used to just make more of everything, and they would eat the leftovers. I said not to worry I would look up recipes that were good enough for their liking.

Around then I started waking up, and I am not sure whether I was still asleep when I had the thought that I could not look the recipes up on the Internet though because that had not been invented yet.

Previous tiny fragment: I remember there was two of something, either two kids or two car garage, or two beds, not sure what. That's all I remembered when I woke up at my usual time, so I decided to go back to sleep and sleep in today, and that's when I had the fabulous plantation dream above.

I was pushing a car down a street myself. It was attached to some sort of contraption that had a handle like a lawnmower's. I accidentally released the handle, and that caused the car to shoot down the street at high speed. It went up some steps and into a building, and then it started to rock back and forth, hitting a wall and bouncing off and them running over a dog and bouncing back, and then again and again, wall dog wall dog. I heard the dog's horrible pain sounds from a distance. Finally the car stopped. I felt so guilty over the dog. I wanted to go over and say how sorry I was, and that it was am accident, but I did not think "sorry" would be enough.

I was the only adult present with my niece and nephews and my own sons in my mother-in-laws house. The kids were being good and I wanted to reward them, so I prepared a bowl of ice cream for each kid. I was too generous with the ice cream (gave each kid too much). The chocalate ice cream was all gone. There were two other flavors too.

There was some sort of disaster, and an astronaut needed to investigat what caused it, whether it was natural or man made or caused by aliens. It was hot there, and she wondered whether she could leave out her bra to be less hot (and when she came back down to earth she stopped wearing underwear all together).

At work there was too much stuff and clutter. I tried to help dealing with it and so did a former coworker. I had to buy some supplies myself and wondered whether I would be reimbursed. Among the supplies I bought were cardboard boxes with a round metal weight at the bottom, and I did not know why that was there, but I knew that was better than regular boxes. I tried to stuff more clothes into a bag my former coworker had packed, but I decided I could not stuff any more in. Suddenly the office was in undated with my kids' toys, both under and on the table. There was this giant yellow plastic turtle I did not recognize, so I inquired, and my mother in law said that the kids had inherited that from their cousins.

We were reviewing our large list of properties to figure out which would be good rental properties.

Later a female renter and her baby had been living in our home with us, and were moving away. I was talking with her father and saying that we still would continue to consider her and the baby like family even though they were moving out. He responded something like "Any man who has lived with my daughter and her child is family to me." He made it sound like something lewd had happened between his daughter and my husband. While I knew nothing had happened, I was uncomfortable: the father's comment made something beautiful into something ugly.

A man catches a female intruder on his property, and then she kisses him, and he kisses back, until her boss hits him on the head with a shovel. He falls unconscious to the ground. She says that he would not have been kissing me if he knew I worked for his business competitor.

I dreamed that a house included an if statement in its design: If unnecessary, make a section of this house invisible

In hotel room but had moved in there with bookshelves and lots of stuff. Needed to check out of hotel, but had to move out first, and too much stuff and tired. There were also rotting oranges there. At first this was a daunting task and I was all alone. Then got a young man to help pack.

In this dream I who was not myself battled all kinds of monsters. There was one that I had trapped in an air tight container except that my best friend was in there too. I tried to real ease him but released the monster instead. In another part of the dream I was a man and was married. I was fighting a monster that looked like a woman. I could not kill her, but then figured out to keep cutting her with scissors until she was a bloody mess. Then my wife came and the monster revived. I realized that I was married to a monster.

There was also a part of a dream where I saw a spider army approaching and had to stop them.

While in reality my husband has been loosing hair, in my dream I was loosing hair, huge amounts.

My son pooped in his sleep, and another kid discovered it.

I remembered a third fragment upon waking up, but now I forgot. Edit: Remembered it again. We had a new employee at work or upcoming employee, and we had to come up with questions to quiz them with, and I came up with questions that would require Web searching to answer. One of my current coworkers was there, and also a former coworker.

I was first visiting my friend R, and I brought pierogi for her family to taste.

Then R and her family were visiting us. We were expecting some extended family of hers whom I had not met yet. Someone looked in through my window. I went to look who it was. It was a woman with a girl. It soon became clear they were Polish. They came from Krakow. They wanted to come in and join the party. I said not today. Maybe though if they came another time, my kids could play with the girl at playground. I had the impression they were poor, and I was not sure I would trust them inside my home.

After they left, my friend R and I had an argument out of character for her. She was saying they were poor and needed help, but that how could I justify helping them if there were even more needy people in Senegal? (I do not know why specifically Senegal.) We argued for a while and parted angry.