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Had one dream in multiple pieces....the power of the snooze button

One piece was a bunch of women being rounded up and shoved into trucks. (something to do with studying women history and the feminist movement? ) I see Gloria Steinem in a wheel chair being pulled up to the bed of a truck. I run to her grab the arms of the chair and roll it to the end of the truck. The chair is already tied in, and I know I am going to get nabbed any second. I tell her that even if I can't help her now I will get help her get out of this. (I think we were in a team in a earlier part of the dream I don't remember).

She leans forward and says "What can you possibly do to help me now?". It seemed like a harsh question, and I was hurt that I was failing her. I decide to read her the license plate number of the truck. I look down but am having trouble deciphering it. (Not enough trouble to get lucid....but you know... - _ -). Surprisingly the numbers do not change after multiple viewings and after a bit I finally get the whole number to her. It was 48484867. I get dragged away.

Second part: I was in some sort of prison that looked more like a dungeon. It was made of green brick and the entire surrounding seemed moist. I was in a wheel chair and was suddenly confused why I needed one. I tell the person I am with that I can walk and that I walk all the time. I go to stand up and my legs feel week. My calves can not support my weight and I become quickly unbalanced catching myself on the chair for support. I am confused as to how this happened (the memories were of myself walking irl, so CLOSE to being lucid DX)

Third part. I am leaving some kind of class and know that I am being forced to go to this one location. My surroundings look like a large scale college campus all made of orange brick with small patches of grass and courtyards. As I approach where I much go I get some kind of vision of what happened their before: An evil man is talking to a girl in a stone chair and he describes to her all the torturers he will present her with ending with impaling her over and over until she can take no more. I see that the only way to stop him is the yell the word "claws" and say a four digit word that has relevance to me. I think I could say 4867 because that was the end of the license plate number. I begin to get frightened as I approach the same location as the vision. I see the chair and the workshop the man walked out of. I walk in not knowing what will happen.

A creature appears made of brown feathers and earth and sleek black claws. I jump, and let her begin walking me backwards toward the chair. She looks at the walk where there is paper with something written in Spanish. She has some kind of reaction to it and I begin to see a human face of a young Mexican girl. I ask her if she is a Mexican girl, she seems to understand what I am saying but does not respond, she continues to guide me to the chair. "Did he do this to you once? Did he make you this?" I ask. She slows her pace and begins to think about what she is, and how she got to be that way. We begin to talk. I am still scared out of my mind because I know that the man will come out when he pleases and I can not leave, but I thought if I could help this girl we could escape together. I think I can use the numbers I saw in my vision to stop him, but who knows if it will really work. We talk and talk until I wake up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I was walking around something like a running track, which seemed to be in a big stadium, but which also may have been indoors. The track itself seemed weird. It seemed to be made up of something like quilts or baby blankets. There was a lot of pale or pastel blue and green. But there was also something like white, fluffy material and kids' toys and books.

I met up with one of my old friends, M, who was hanging out around the back curve of the track. Then another old friend, R, showed up. We were right next to a house, which was apparently R's house. The house seemed like a mix between some kind of gingerbread house and a double-wide trailer.

I was supposed to have met with R for something like a meal. But I really didn't want to. I made up some excuse for not being able to eat with him. He said that was fine. He'd actually had to go meet with someone else who was helping him with some kind of artistic project.

I thought of my friend M. He was going to a cafe with a bunch of our mutual friends. But he hadn't invited me. I kind of felt left out. I knew where they were going. I thought I would just show up there. After all, I always go to cafes. So what if I just went to this one?

R was kneeling over some long, short beam of wood which was serving as something like a work table. The beam of wood was also covered with blankets and padding. R wanted to show me something at the "table," so I came over.

R showed me a book which displayed a selection of really popular comic books. But each comic book was only exemplified through one strip of maybe three frames. All the books were done in color. The color was really plain and blocky. One image stuck out for me -- a kind of big, muscly man, kind of like Wolverine, standing before a red fire. The man seemed to be naked. He had long hair, which was blowing in the wind.

Dream #2

I was in some place like a City Hall. The place was crammed full of people. I sat or stood somewhere near the back, possibly under a balcony.

A meeting was going on discussing New York City's debt. The lawmakers were trying to decide on something like raising the debt ceiling or just putting in more funds somehow. The main person talking about this was MM, a big, overweight white man with white hair and a kind of reddish face.

After MM gave a really heated speech, a row of people in seats above and behind him began speaking. They were all kind of second-rate celebrities. They were doing something more like giving Hollywood Squares-like banter and jokes. I understood somehow that the people attending the meeting were more interested in the celebrities' banter than in the debt problem with New York.

A female celebrity sat in a lower row. The area all around her was empty. The woman kind of looked like a mix between Gloria Steinem and Annie Hall. She wore blue jeans, a white blouse, a tan vest, and green sunglasses. She had her feet up on the back of the seats in front of her.

The woman said, "I can understand what the politicians are saying and I'm not bored by it. It's important. So why don't we talk about it instead of having all these jokes?"

A man a few rows behind the woman and off to her right said, "Well, fine. I can understand it, too. And I'm not bored. So why don't we just get down to business, if you insist so much?"

The discussion was apparently about to begin. But now everybody was walking out. It was like the meeting was adjourned so that people could get prepared to discuss things seriously.

I was walking in front of a huge crowd of people, many of whom were celebrities. One of the people was DD, a person from my old office. I apologized to him, "I didn't record yoyr jokes or what you were wearing, like you asked me to. I was too busy trying to hear what the politicians were saying."

We approached a staircase down to a door that seemed like a door and staircase out of a trailer that might be used for an officed on a construction site. It was really bright and sunny outside. DD said not to worry about it, as long as I had been working on getting some kind of info from the meeting.