Nazrax

Being given a cat
I'm in my car, using my BlueTooth headset on a call with Mom and someone. I leave the car and start to walk towards the church. Now I'm in church. I realize that as I was walking in, I absentmindedly took the headset out of my ear, so there was a good minute of conversation I missed. I look at something on my tablet. There are tables scattered around the room; it looks like they're setting up for potluck. I happen to look at the plates, and see that instead of our usual divided styrofoam plates they ended up with paper plates with flower designs.

Now I'm looking at a nearby coat rack. It's low, at least as low as clothing racks in a store. Many oddly-colored suit jackets are hung on it. Now I'm standing with my friend PS in front of a large open cabinet near the coat rack. He's going to be giving me his cat along with supplies to care for it. Included in the list of supplies is a cricket box along with a few spare crickets. I've never heard of letting a cat play with a cricket in a box, but I'll be interested to see how it works out. Another item in the cabinet looks like a small fan with a plug jutting straight out of it. Somehow, it's supposed to help cats. I have a moment of confusion - how would that be useful for anything? - but then I remember that I'd seen these a while back and had really wanted one. I remember reading about someone decyphering the protocol using an HTTPS sniffer. It turns out they can scan a whole network using SNMP and report on the names and health of all the attached computers.

Now I'm near the cabinet, but we're outside looking over a railing. We seem to be on a deck raised a few feet off the ground, with a foot or two of water beneath us in some sort of ornamental pond. A dog has chased PS's cat into the water and is now holding it down. I'm concerned it's going to drown the cat, but as I'm about to jump over the railing to save the cat, the dog relents and helps the cat get to the edge of the pond.

Now I'm in a nearby room, using what looks like a tall, thin ATM; but it deals with some kind of artificial currently, not real money. As I start to use the machine, Mom goes into a nearby store, where I'll meet her after I'm done. PS has given me his card, and I use it to get money out of the machine. I don't think he has much on there, so I tell it to withdraw everything. It starts spitting a huge quantity of strange-looking coins into a hopper on the front. I realize I should have checked the balance before getting everything out. I decide to deposit most of the coins back into the machine, but I realize I don't know how. I have a second card used for deposits, but it's half the size of the normal card and has strange markings on the top. I realize a line has formed behind me, and I don't want to delay them any longer, so I dump all the coins into a Ziploc bag and go on my way. The man behind me in line thanks me for my consideration. I decide to go by my car first and leave half the coins in my backpack.

Dreamsigns:
Action: Ego
- Taking the BlueTooth headset out of my ear
Context: Object
- Wrong plates
- Strange coats and coatrack
- Cricket box
- Cat fan network sniffers
Awareness: Thought
- Confusion about using ATM


Camping weirdness
I'm at a camp site, setting up the tent. The footprint of the tent is huge - probably 50' x 50'. Somehow, it's suspended a couple of feet off the ground. I'm on my back under it, working with a very long strap and some shorter Velcro straps. Later, we're shaken because something really bad almost happened to us (no idea what). We'd been planning to pack up and drive to the next campsite, but we decide to stay an extra night here. My wife hopes she'll be able to get to sleep and won't be too bothered by whatever it was.

Now it's morning. The tent is already packed up. All over the ground, I see regular square holes - probably 4" x 4" x 6" - from where the legs of the tent depressed the ground. Now we're driving on a major road. I pull off onto the shoulder, deciding this would be a good place to set up the tent for tonight. Looking behind the car, I see the tent as a large canvas trailer behind us. Looking beyond the tent, I see a car veer off the road heading straight for us, getting back on the road only just in time to not hit us. As soon as he's back on the road, another car does the same thing. I decide this is a terrible place to camp, and we get back on the road. I take a nearby exit, hoping that being away from the road will be a safer place for us to camp. At the end of the exit ramp is a large welcome archway proclaiming that there's plenty of free land nearby. Now my awareness is split: I'm driving the car, excited about the prospect of getting a good camp site for the night; but I'm also watching myself as if in a movie while hearing an ominous voiceover saying that not everything is as it seems, that there's something unnatural about this place.

Dreamsigns:
Context: Object
- Bizarre tent
Awareness: Thought
- Decision to camp on the shoulder
Context: Situation
- Near car accidents
- Ominous narration