Nazrax

Side-note Third-person Dreamsign Missed opportunity

Rambling dream
As I'm driving out of my neighbourhood, I see a police car sitting in someone's front lawn. I realize he's running a speed trap and check my speed, realizing I'm doing forty in a thirty-five. I let off the gas, and I'm surprised when the car suddenly slows down to about twenty. The last thing I wanted was to look suspicious, so I try to get back up to exactly thirty-five, but I have trouble doing so. I keep checking my rear-view mirror, but he's not following me. I make it to the turn onto the main road, but a lot of cars are coming, and it takes a while for a break to appear. As I'm watching for a break, I keep watching my mirrors, and I finally see the police car coming around the bend, though his lights aren't on. A small break has appeared in front of me, so even though I would normally wait for a larger break, I dart into it to make sure the police officer can't get right behind me and turn on his lights.

Now I'm driving along the main road. I forgot it's rush hour, so everything is very slow. I see a lot of school kids being let off in a parking lot surrounded by really shabby looking businesses. Other stuff happens here?

Now I'm on my way to somewhere to help the police crack a case. I've already spoken to someone about this, and he advised me to do it, but to be very cautious, to make sure the criminals involved don't try to take me out and to make sure the police don't decide to use my presence here to frame me and call the case closed.

Someone else has arrived at the scene. He's stuck, somehow, unable to leave, and he's trying different things. Finally he decides to try on a pair of headphones. I want to call to him not to do it, but I know he's going to do it, that I don't have any control over what's going on here. For a moment he holds the headphones a few inches from his ears, and I can hear something normal plus something grating just on the edge of hearing, and I realize the thing on the edge of hearing is some kind of mind control signal. He puts the headphones on, and instantly his reflection in a nearby window changes, adding a goatee that wasn't there before. He notices it and jumps. He tries removing the headphones, but the goatee stays, so he puts them back on. A woman talks to him. By the end of whatever she says, he's agreeing with her.

Now she's showing him visions of women, floating in the air in front of him. The vision starts out as a beautiful woman, but then certain aspects start to morph. Sometimes the face changes, sometimes the body, sometimes the arms. Some of the forms are very attractive; others are very ugly. One form has arms which are so emaciated that the shape of the bones is visible. The headphone woman tells him that he needs to appreciate all women, no matter what they look like.
Now he and a friend are back at his house. The friend is notorious for doing stuff that causes small explosions in his basement, doing minor damage, and he hopes that doesn't happen today. Today, they're both wearing powered exoskeletons, courtesy of the woman on the headphones. For some reason, the friend tries to slam his arm into the wall; all he does is hurt himself. There's something about a Back to the Future reference.

Now they're outside. The man is telling his friend about something the woman told him: that it's possible for people to change which of their genes are expressed. For instance, a man of mixed race could choose to express the genes of only one race or the other, changing his color. The man wonders whether, since men are a mix of X and Y chromosomes, a man could choose to express only the female genes and turn into a woman.

Now I'm outside with one of the guys, trying something else the woman talked about. I have a plastic chainsaw mounted on two wheels with a long handle; as I push the contraption around, the wheels drive the chainsaw (it's like a reel mower, but with a chainsaw). I'm not actually touching anything with the chainsaw, but I'm managing to crush a lot of plants. Somehow, this has something to do with homoeopathy, but I thought the idea was to take the essence from one plant and give it to another, not just to crush everything.


Possessed by a program
A teen / early twenties man is recounting the story of his father being possessed by a computer program. He knew something was very wrong when his father told him to call him Carl (his first name) instead of Dad. The program always made very sure to rub that in, and the son really hated that. I see the son is in a hallway in a restaurant, purposefully spilling something brown on the wall, then covering it with paint so it can't be seen. He didn't do it right the first time, so he has to do it again.

Now he's in a contemporary building, in a giant entry/atrium area. Now he's in a hidden back room covered with monitors. They're showing the "code" for the program, but it's just a bunch of really long numbers. He's wandering around the room, noticing some of the numbers, commenting on them, on their complexity, their subtlety. He notices one number containing one point six zero nine nine nine ... and realizes that was the string that was supposedly corrupt that drove a big part of the plot of what he had to do.


Moving day troubles
I see a snapshot, a still image, of a girl in the middle of a move, having trouble. She's at the top of stairs with some kind of furniture unit below her. I look closer and see a dresser on the landing above her. Now I'm there, along with some other people. I'm not sure if she's trying to move in or out. As I'm talking to her, I realize she's moving back in after being gone for a short while. She's trying to re-glue something on the unit while it's still laying on the stairs, but she's not hopeful that it'll work right, since there's already too much dried glue in the spot - something that happened when she was moving out of here a few months ago.


Boarding house infiltration
Three women and a man are role playing. They need to infiltrate a boarding house. To fit in better, they're wearing clothing that's a little rough though still clean. They're in the boarding house's entry room, talking to a motherly old woman. Behind her is the locked door that leads into the boarding house proper. To her right is a dresser with some odds and ends on top. Somehow, the man knows how this scenario should play out: there's a key on top of the dresser that they can use to get in, if they can bluff the woman well enough. As one of his companions is talking to the old woman, he glances around casually, as if just taking the place in, and can see the key to room 321 on the dresser. Another man shows up, one who stays at the boarding house. The old woman asks us to wait while she deals with the newcomer, who's lost his key yet again. She ends up riffling through one of the drawers in the dresser; the man can see that the drawer is packed to overflowing with pairs of jeans.

Now the newcomer and the old woman are gone, and a slightly younger woman is in her place. The man in the party is looking for an opportunity to get the key, and when the woman turns her back, he manages it. With the key in his possession, he's able to bluff the woman into thinking they belong here, and they get inside.

Now they're in room 321. One of the women is in the bathroom, taking a shower. The man starts to undress, then stops, deciding to look around first - he doesn't like the feel of this place. Turning around, he see the door to the hallway to his left and the door to the balcony straight ahead. The balcony door has a keyhole on the inside, but the hallway door doesn't have an obvious way to lock it. He opens the hallway door a crack and looks out, seeing another room across the hall. The outside of the door doesn't seem to have a keyhole either. He closes the hallway door and examines the balcony door. He starts to try the key in the lock, then realizes he only has the key head: the shaft is missing. Looking more closely around the lock, he finds the shaft. When he brings the head and shaft together, they glow for a moment and are joined into a working key.

I tried SSILD between the first set of dreams and the boarding house dream