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    1. Dream - Trapped In Suburbia & The Explosive Feud

      by , 07-12-2017 at 08:42 AM
      Date of Dream: MON 10 JUL - 2017

      Dream No. 150 - Separated Sections

      Dream 150 A – Trapped In Suburbia
      I was riding my bike around a random area of the suburbs. I then said to myself that I wanted to ride to WB's place but I could go past a certain point. It's like I would keep pedalling but there was some sort of invisible wall there. My grandmother then comes home with these three bottles of juice. My brother said that it would be best if the juice bottles were all stored in his room but I didn't agree with that. I said that one should stay upstairs and the other two can go down with him. Then when I opened my bag, there was one big bottle of juice but the others were weirdly sized. The second bottle was actually two medium bottles and the third was all these micro sized bottles. I don't remember anything else about this dream.

      Dream 150 B – The Explosive Feud
      I was in the garage and I could hear my parents talking in the backyard. I wanted to know what I was saying and so I asked them. My parents then got really mad at me but I've forgotten the rest of the dream.

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    2. Meandering; Six-Pack of Bottles, Driving Through Store

      by , 05-10-2017 at 11:10 AM
      Morning of May 10, 2017. Wednesday.

      This dream is meandering - with only a couple scenes that stand out that much. In one scene, my brother Earl (deceased in real life) is in a car in a parking lot (in an unknown area) with my sisters Carol and Marilyn (also both deceased in real life). It has a feeling of the 1960s even though I am possibly about my present age. There is some sort of situation with a six-pack of bottles, which may be apple wine (though this is not certain - the bottles are of a dark green tint). It seems that Earl had just bought them though is also going to be reselling them (or at least a few of them).

      I take the middle bottle out from the left from the carton in the back seat while I remain standing outside the right side of the car. It is only half full. I consider how odd it is for a store to be selling something that seems to have missing contents. I put it back. After opening another one, I take a small drink from the middle bottle on the right.

      For some reason, I take the six-pack of bottles to my car, which is also in the parking lot. My “car” is actually more like an oversized golf cart. I put the six-pack in the back seat.

      At one point, I am in my “car”. A very annoying young Filipino girl is present and wants me to drive her to a shopping mall on the other side of town. She gets in, but I am not certain that I will be driving that far. I consider that I will probably just let her out when I get to where I am supposedly going.

      I drive along, inside a large clothing store. I drive over some clothes that had been strewn across the floor. A young cashier comes to pick them up. She does not react to me having driven over them and it does not seem to matter that much. As I drive to the front door, my dream starts to fade.

      Driving over clothes is a type of dream sign; a carryover awareness that I had gone to sleep and am not wearing clothes in bed. The bottles are likely symbolism relating to circadian rhythms due to the one being half full, additionally being linked to the “time in a bottle” association. It also relates to the “water getting lower over time” waking symbolism which I have experienced continuously for over fifty years.

    3. 7-26-14 All this stuff is MINE??

      by , 07-30-2014 at 07:43 PM
      I dreamed I was driving through Colorado or something and there were these majestic snow-peaked mountains all around. I was down in a valley. I must have been speeding or something, because a police officer put his lights on behind me. There was no shoulder and I wasn't in a town, so I pulled into someone's driveway. I don't really remember the police officer or what he said. He might have just driven past me for all I know.

      I decided to park the car and go up to the house. I walked in. The house was strangely quiet. As I looked around, a man walked up to me. He was a hillbilly and had a crazed look about him. He was carrying a suitcase and seemed in a great hurry. He told me he couldn't stay in his house anymore, and urged me, even begged me to take it. He said I could have it for free. Before I could answer, he was gone and out the door, leaving me to deal with his house and belongings. He might have driven off in my car. It wouldn't surprise me if he did.

      I wandered about his house. The house wasn't very nice. In fact, it was very trashy. But he had the neatest stuff! Like a bottle that you would build a ship in, only filled with hundreds of other tiny bottles. Or a smart phone with tons of songs from the Matrix movie soundtrack. But the strangest thing was a set of toy soldiers, only the two opposing kings were missing. That disappointed me, because I wanted the complete set.
    4. Unfinished business at Sleep No More

      by , 03-08-2014 at 11:30 PM
      I've just walked back into the McKittrick Hotel. It's the middle of the day, so the place is mostly closed, but there's a guy at the front desk who tells me the owner has died. I climb up a few flights of stairs and come to a room with an old glass bottle hanging on a rope from the doorknob, with a red liquid like blood inside. Hanging next to it there's a card with a series of about 10 questions about the purpose of your visit. One of the questions mentions Maximillian, and reading it, I realize that each question is a reference to a different riddle to solve or mission to carry out, each given by a different resident of the hotel. If a visitor has completed one of these riddles/missions but didn't have a chance to report back before the end of the night, the hotel will permit them to return during the day, to wrap up unfinished business.
    5. Morning of October 21st 2009

      by , 06-08-2010 at 10:03 PM (Slash's Mind Cave)
      Well, I have been quite lazy with my DJ, and I have forgotten most of my dreams that I never wrote down.

      I guess I should get myself kick-started again with the little shred of dream I remember.

      I remember being in my bed, and I was doing something with Lucozade bottles. I can't remember what, but I remember seeing more bottles on the floor, and I was in my bed, and I couldn't be bothered getting the bottles.

      Strange, huh? Especially seeing as my memory of it is fuzzy. I guess you can leave the gaps to your imagination.

      Updated 06-09-2010 at 09:18 PM by 22655

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