Nazrax

I'm in a large outdoor common area. The ground is paved somehow, and there are large brick "planters" scattered around. I'm walking with at least one other person. As we're walking, I see someone in a very strange outfit. I comment to my companion that the other guy reminded me of a movie [can't remember which one], but he disagrees, saying it was a different movie.

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I'm in the kids' bedroom. I'm helping one of the kids put a few knick-knacks in a box to use as a pillow. KJ's little orange ball bounces out; one of us gets it and puts it back in the box.

I start talking with Chris about Tree of Life. I thought I had smelled it before, and I remembered that it was a strong smell, spicy, both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time. I'm surprised I can't smell it now. I tell him that I must be right on the edge of the age where it starts to affect you.

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I'm replacing one thing (method?) with another. Both old and new are very complicated.

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B wanted our bedroom to be clean, so she took all my clothes off of the window seat and packed them in a box.

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Something about the left and right sides of blocks.

I'm in a hospital room with a young girl. The hospital room is fairly large and connects to a large hallway; there's no door. The bed is right in the center, and the girl is sitting on the bed. Somehow I know that she's being treated for cancer and that she's on a lot of pain medication.

She really enjoys playing with the bed's controls. She can raise herself high enough to touch the ceiling, but once she's up high she can't reach the controls to come back down. Somehow I lower the bed to its normal position.

Now I'm driving on a 2 lane road with houses and lots of trees around - it looks like [road]. I have my new bluetooth keyboard on my lap and I'm typing as I'm driving. I don't have to look at the keys. I'm driving with my left knee, only taking hold of the steering wheel for tighter turns.

Now I'm driving on a huge road. My side of the road has at least 5 or 6 lanes. I'm coming up to an intersection. Every lane has arrows painted; a couple are left turn only, my lane is left turn or straight ahead, and a couple more are straight ahead or turn right.

Now I'm back at the hospital looking at a GPS map of where I was driving. The track is all over the place, but it's generally going in the wrong direction from where I'd intended to go.

I'm using my computer, IMing with someone at work. There's a connection failure and the IM client disconnects. I start to check my hosts file; I have a number of aliases for the IM server because I need to log into it with multiple credentials, but the client is stupid and won't let me log into the same server more than once.

I'm at home, and I know that someone from work is going to be showing up at some point, but with the IM client down, I don't know when it'll be. I hope it's not too soon, since I'm not ready. I look out the window at my driveway and see Phil already getting out of his car. I'm still wearing pajamas, but I'm not really concerned; my coworkers are coming to my house, and they just need to accept things how they are.

My family room is a complete mess. The furniture is all pulled away from one wall; the ceiling above that wall is torn open because the ceiling lights are being worked on.

We start talking about the movie Ronin. I try to explain who the actors are (Boromir plus that short older guy, you know). Someone else remembers seeing Ronin, but he remembers different actors. We decide that the one I saw must have been a remake of an older movie.

Now the dream switches to the third person. I'm watching the very end of Ronin where the hero declares that he never left. The girl starts running across a field, but then she gets caught by guys and dragged into a car.

Still in the third person, I see a house, and I know that the Nazis used this place to test different ways of teaching children.

Back in the first person, I'm driving away from the house. I'm in a small town; it's run down and looks deserted.

I'm in a giant bathroom. Everything is white. Urinals are along the back wall with sinks on the opposite wall. The wall connecting them is mostly one large mirror; above the mirror is a window looking out onto a swimming pool.

I know I'm dreaming, but I don't have much awareness. I remember that mirrors often act strangely in dreams, so I look into it. I don't see anything weird about the room's reflection, though I don't remember seeing myself. I don't attempt any other reality checks.

There's a woman in the bathroom with me. I don't remember what she looks like.

At some point, I realize that the mirror has gone missing; the wall is blank now. I want it back, so I turn away from the wall, try to believe that the mirror really is there, and turn back. The mirror is still missing.