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My sons and I had been lost while hiking. We finally reached civilization after dark, and we encountered a couple of campers and got something to drink from them. Then we said, hey, these are our cups that we lost, did you find these cups?

So I was at work, and we had a very informal staff meeting, not in a conference room but sitting around the front office of our work. A former coworker of mine, Graciela, was there, and also two complete strangers. I asked to see the resumes of the two new guys because I had been away from my job when they were hired, and wanted to find out what they can do.

After the meeting one of the two guys said that he quits based on something said in the meeting. I decided to look at the resume of the other guy. To my surprise, we did not even know his name because no one could understand when he pronounced it with heavy accent, and he was just being referred to as "Yellow Guy" because he was Asian! Instead of a resume I found a note by Graciella explaining that she found him at some fast food place. How was it possible he was working for us?

Then I looked at the monitor at what he was doing and understood. He was substituting pixel by pixel in a graphic. Extremely focused and detail oriented, and the resulting graphic was amazing!

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.

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.

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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.

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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.

My mother could not find some books she had given my boys, so I helped her look. I found one, and my mom wanted is to read it out loud right away just me and her. The book had some hand written notes in it written by my mom, and she wanted me to read those, too.

I dreamed that through work I got exposed to some radioactive foam and some pathogen as well. My boss was arguing with some scientist colleagues as to how much or how little to tell me, and they were using a foreign language I could not understand. But I got a sense that it had to do with some secret millitary eperiments. I asked, what are the symptoms, and was told not to worry about it because we will get immunized for one and treated for the other, no problem. Then I caughed. My boss said, except you can't caugh, if you caugh three times in front of them, they will read us the riot act. I said that I have a cold and cough because of sinus issues. He said, doesn't matter, just don't caugh. Some kids came in to the room we were in to show us some sea shells. When they left I asked whether the shells could be dangerous. My boss said to not worry the shells are harmless, and even if they are not, the kids can be treated, and they will be fine.

In reality the only thing I get exposed to at work, aside from common respiratory issues through coworkers, usually I get exposed to stress.

I don't remember much from my dream during nap time, except that something made out of glass (chandelier maybe?) exploded, and glass rained upon me, and later it happened again - two glass showers in one dream, because clearly one was not enough.

I was in a bathroom I so not recognize upon awakening. I noticed there was poop all over the bathroom - the largest in the bathtub, but also small pieces elsewhere. I was cleaning it up using toilet paper to pick it up and out in toilet. At one point I thought to myself whether this could be a dream, but decided not to reality check because I was too busy cleaning up poop!

Upon waking up told my husband about this near miss opportunity, and how I could have spent my time doing something more pleasant instead of cleaning poop if I had only decided to check. His response was that this is actually a case for lucid dreaming.

I remember my mom and the notion of equitable return on gift

Fragment 1: my husband had a lot of community service projects, and I was trying to find the best way back to church and to figure out whether with his busy schedule I could meet up with my husband this evening.

Fragment 2: Some new laws made writing in English way more complicated, adding accents among other things. Other countries were saying, what's the big deal, we've had that for ages. But to English speakers it was new, would take getting used to, and was still new enough to be ambiguous.