maboroshi

"Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a kitchen with my mom. The kitchen was full of boxes, though it didn't feel disorganized. The light was bright and the air was warm and humid, as if something were cooking.

My mom sat at a nice, wood desk with a stand of shelves on the desk top. She pulled a bunch of magazines out and showed them to me, as if she thought I'd like them. Something about the magazines made me mad. They were like porn magazines or women's fashion magazines.

I started yelling at my mom. Then at some point I realized that the man across the street from my mom's house was either a killer or some other kind of criminal, and that he was coming to attack us. We were, in fact, staying alert, waiting for his arrival.

I walked out of the room. I stood before a few stacks of boxes about my height. I turned to my right. I looked through a window on a door. I saw into another room, which I may have thought was outside, and which looked like a smallish warehouse full of boxes.

Dream #2

I was walking down a dark hallway, probably in an office building, on the ground floor. I ran into an old co-worker, CJ. He looked great. He was clean-shaven, and his clothes looked really well taken care of. I stopped him. We spoke for a bit before a closed door to my left.

We spoke about our old boss. Then he asked me if I liked this kind of work. I told him yes. He laughed but said he wasn't surprised, given how enthusiastically I went about it.

CJ was now gone. I was somewhere like a bedroom, rifling through the top drawers. At some point I had a brush and maybe some curlers or toilet paper rolls.

Somehow I came to realize that my boss owned a concession stand downstairs from our office. I now understood "why he left work so early" (?) every day. He had to come down here at a specific time (4 PM?) to take charge of the store.

Dream #3

Some people were testing out a mask that looked like a black wool cap t o be pulled over a person's face for doing things like spying or performing robberies. The fabric looked thick. But apparently you could see through it pretty well.

A man was testing out the mask on another man. But the man wasn't giving a clear answer on how well he could see. The first man got really frustrated and said, "Just tell me how well you see!"

I now saw from inside the mask. The view was like looking through a very thin spider web. I tried to express this.

Dream #4

I was on Dreamviews. I had posted some comment, then a picture which I'd intended people to think was me. It was a low-angle shot of a little, blonde girl in a bright green sundress, below a blue sky. Below the picture I typed in all this stuff which I thought would make people think I was a little girl.

After I'd done this, I felt some regret. I knew people on the site already knew I'm a guy. Now they'd know I was just trolling.