scottiesdreamin

11 November 2010

DJ 17
Run into bunch of college folks that I use to hang with. Looking for someone to go out to a dance in town with – although what hey would be doing here is beyond me. Wound up going with blonde Lisa of the ‘two Lisas’. Even though she is married (in dream). End of dream – never made it to dance, so I don’t know how the date turned out..

DJ 18
I’m babysitting a couple of young daughters of I believe of Lisa from DJ17. I’ve got them outside lying on blankets and covered with blankets as well, though it isn’t really cool outside. There was something about the pillows that alludes me that was important as well.

I’m trying to get them to take nap. Suddenly, they’re floating off the ground (blankets, pillows and all). They get to about my head height and I decide to pull the bottom blanket that they’re lying on out from under them. They start to descend back to the ground – not really falling, but coming down faster than they had gone up. They were totally unaware of the incident.

DJ19
I, with two others were taken prisoner after being captured in a medieval battle. We’re sentenced to be tortured to death.

We are tied to the ground in chains and then our hands are roped and a neck is put around our necks as well. The ropes are then set through a pulley on a tree near us and then back through to a crank. And they are winding the crank so that we’re being pulled tight by our arms and also being strangled by our necks. The other two are being stretched out of form (this should have been a sign to me), and then my ropes are started to be pulled, but for some reason I was given the chance to ties my own hands and neck. Just as the rope around my neck starts getting too tight, my hands slip free and I’m able to slacken the tension on my neck.

DJ20
I enter into an auditorium with a group of people (mostly high school folks that I knew) and we’re to hand in papers for an essay of some sort. My friend and I walk in wearing stocking caps on our heads and sweating because of it (it’s warm). But we don’t take off the caps. We eventually hand in the papers we had and take seats. I take a seat in a row where there’s gal I had a crush on.

Suddenly, they decide to hold a raffle where we write down a number on a piece of paper that represents and amount of money we think they should give away to some lucky winner in the auditorium. And the number is ridiculously high. Never got to hit it off with the gal next to me.

DJ21 (This dream sequence took place during two snooze periods this morning)
In a café, discussing with a couple the legality of going sidewalk shopping during spring clean up and then selling those items back to the public. They argue that it isn’t legal to do such – well one of the two does. And I point out that an antique piece that my father had just given them where they were trying to sell the item amounts tot he same thing, and it’s perfectly legal for them to do that. They sheepishly agree with me, for they didn’t know how I knew they were trying to sell the item.