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Travelling to meet relations in Ireland, I get lost. I find a hotel to go into, as mobile phones did not exist (or I do not have one). Outside the weather is bad, a bit snowy and I look down at the street from a landing in the hotel (everything is painted white).
I manage to get through to Angela's house and explain where I am (a village near by).
I am getting all my things together in my suitcase when she arrives, far more quickly than expected in her 4 by 4.
Instead of arriving at their house, I end up in a large back room of a public house. It's my brother's wedding day. I don't feel in the mood to meet anyone and hangout in this back room, where the few kids that are there are. There is loads of food and games of all sorts set out, he has spent a lot. I am secretly pleased that no one much has turned up as I am jealous of my brother and all the relations who are rich. Then I see the piles of food and goodies and feel bad about it. More children start to come in and one of my relations a rotund man with large black beard and glasses. He is carrying a heap of big grapes that he tells me cost 10,000 dollars. I am infused with jealousy again, as yes it's sour grapes.

Bedtime:
11:00pm
WBTB:
3:30am
Wakeup:
8:00am

The first dream I remember I had before my WBTB alarm. I woke up because I was scared.

Dream 1 (fragment)
My roommate and I were running down a boardwalk somewhere in the night. I don't remember if we were running to something, or from something. We approached what looked like a long, huge, thick snake on the boardwalk and we stopped, but when I looked closer, I realized it was just a large hose, like something a fireman would use. We kept running, after a while, we approached what was unmistakably a large, dinosaur like lizard on the boardwalk. It was facing away, and I was hoping if I looked closer, it would turn out to be something else, but as I leaned in, it turned its scary face to me and lunged in, opening it's huge mouth to attack.

I woke up like how you do from a nightmare, where you sit straight up in bed. I wrote down the tags and went back to sleep.

My WBTB alarm went off, I sat up and rubbed my eyes, said to myself "Ok, this is it, I'm going to WILD, my mind is ready!" but again, I attempted to WILD for maybe 45 minutes before I gave up. Nothing was happening, I tried several different positions, but it wasn't working. Eventually I fell back asleep. I did manage to have 2 to 3 more dreams. When I woke up I didn't remember any of them, but I turned over, and they all came flooding back to me, so I wrote them all down.

Dream 2
I am at a group interview with about 10 people. I remember the interviewers (who were several teachers from my beauty school) saying the interviewees were all from my high school and the high school in the town next to us (this is all strange because I graduated HS 5 years ago, but I didn't question it). We were all asking the teachers questions, which was apparently how this whole thing was supposed to go. I was asking a lot of questions and thought I was doing pretty well for myself. I remember they were going to let us go on break, and I raised my hand for one more question, "What are we going to do now that Aveda is discontinuing the Toning Mist? I need to use that after my cleanser so that any residual cleanser gets neutralized, otherwise my sensitive skin might have a reaction." This is a real "issue" happening at the salon I work in IRL, but in this context seems very strange to ask them. Everyone seemed very impressed with my question, however, and they told me to use tinted moisturizer. They gave me some and i rubbed it all over my hands (?) then I asked if I could use the bathroom. The women room was right around the corner, but I was trying to find the mens room, walking through different doorways and hallways. I ended up in an area with all clear glass or plastic walls, very confused. So I found a stairwell and went down. I found myself in a locker room, and there was a man there who looked suspicious of me. I asked him where the bathroom was and he gestured to no particular direction. Eventually I found the bathroom and used it. I remember feeling really horny in there and made a note to myself that I should come back here after the interview (lol wtf), then i made my way back upstairs.

Dream 3
I was hosting a gameshow in a library. There were entire families participating, and they were there on vacation. I don't remember what we were all doing, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. At the very end, this guy who I went on a few dates with IRL showed up and we sat a table, he poured himself a glass of juice and added a shot of whiskey to it, but didn't pour anything for me. I remember as he turned to grab the whisky, applesauce started coming out of my mouth, but I immediately realized I wasn't supposed to let that happen to I sucked it back in. The crowd saw it and gasped, but the guy didn't see. Then he drank his drink and the show was over.

After the show, my roommate and 8th grade girlfriend were there helping me clean up. I remember saying I missed spending time downtown, and I never got to do that anymore. Then I started catching up with the girlfriend, who I haven't spoken to IRL since we graduated. I told her I quit smoking weed, and she told me she gets high before dinner in hopes that she can get drunk during dinner. I accepted that as a good response and we parted ways. I remember gathering all my things and walking to the El with my roommate. I had so many bags and they were all this vivid deep blue color, one of my favorite colors. The el was also decorated in this color. I remember as I gathered my bags I thought I looked crazy, like I just had this feeling I was turning into a crazy old person. We walked down this long winding ramp lined with blue that matched my whole outfit and bags, toward this rather large hill.

This is where I'm unsure whether the same dream continues or a different dream.

We're on a train toward the hill, but now I know we're in Ireland. Also, I'm not with my roommate anymore, I'm with someone else but I can't remember who. Once we get to the hill, I'm searching for someone with blue hair named Odin. I can't find him, though in my dream "memory" I know I had seen him there earlier that summer. I remember seeing little people walking around in the crowd. Not leprechauns, but actual little people. They were older and dressed very nicely, in silver and blue suits with top hats.

I had this dream acouple days ago...I was walking down a walkway between all kinds of multi-story buildings, there were beach chairs and tables and umbrellas packed into this walkway, i had to weave around constantly to get around all of the stuff, and i was having a conversation in my mind with some unknown male voice about my planned move to Ireland to start a tech company...???? In reality, i hav eno such plans, although i'd love to live in ireland...as I am walking and making my way through the masses of furniture, this strange guy comes up to me, he resembles Jeff Daniels in dumb and dumber, and says to me, "If you bought that store it would look like this" and he turned and walked into a building behind him, and into a small store that was right outside the main entrance. I followed him in and it was kind of sparse, there as an empty glass case, some weird strips of leather(at least i hope it was leather) hanging on the walls, and a fireplace on the opposite wall, strange pictures that changed everytime i looked at them, like half finished artwork or something, i noticed there were no employees and said we'd better leave. I walked out and he came out the door and said "the next time i come to your store i'll be wearing a wig" and he pulled off a wig that was an exact duplicate of his real hair...i followed him back into the store and told himto put it back, he put the wig inside this werid, round cage looking thing, when he did, i noticed there was a string attached to the top of the cage thing and it started flying up into the air, it was being pulled into the wall above the door, when it got to the wall, the alarm went off and the door closed and locked us in...i panicked and started trying to twistthe doorknob off, the doorknob sun freely but the door didnt open.....he stood there laughing and joking about how we were going to be sea mates when this was over..???? he said "dont worry, i'll share the palm tree!" i noticed a door in the back corner that wasnt there before and noticedit wasnt shut all they way, so i pulled on it and it opened...it was the bathroom.....i noticed another door and opened it and realized it wasa backroom of some sort, i ran through the door and closed it behind me and locked it...i went through another door in the back and the back wall was floor to ceiling mirror...and there was a hologram of Michael jackson in it..or on it, that looked like he was dancing as i went passed it, but he stopped when i stopped...i went out a door that led me to the front of the building and the cops were there trying to talk the guy out while a whole boatoad of little kids were running around in circles all around the cops...i started as calmly as i could along the front of the building and around the back...i started running across a grassy field in the back of the building and there were a bunch of kids with jars of fireflies standing around making nursery rhymes about friday the 13th movies...i dont remember any rhymes in particular...as i ran through patches of thick grass, clouds of super bright star shaped fireflies flew up around me blinding me briefly...i finally made it to a road and started running alng a very skinny along the road, all the while going over in my head how the cops were going to know i was in that store..fingerprints etc...i came to a strange park like place with a big sign above the entrance tha read "KILLING CAMELOT" i stopped to look at the sign and decide if i was going to go in...i had a feeling i needed to be there...when i woke up...

Good morning, everybody. I slept about 12 hours last night, in hopes of getting over my cold. I recall three dreams from last night. They're all pretty fragmented, and I'm not even exactly sure what order they came in.

Dream #1

I stood out on some concrete balcony or ledge (like at the head of a concrete wheelchair ramp) a couple meters higher than the road. It was daytime, and I was in a big town, in some area that looked like SoHo in NYC. The streets were cobblestone. The place was empty.

I was looking across the street to a place that looked like a bank next door to a fast food restaurant. I was playing around on my phone. I was trying to look into my bank account to see how much money I had. I may have been out on some trip to a different city or country, and I may have been trying to figure out exactly how much more money I could spend on this trip.

But I couldn't remember the name of my bank. I went over the names of banks (probably not real names) in my head without locating the name of my bank.

At some point I may have figured out the name of the bank, only to discover, contrary to my previous insistence, that it was precisely the bank across the street from me.

I now noticed that there were a lot of cosplayers going into the fast food restaurant next door to the bank. I was curious about these cosplayers.

I was now in the fast food restaurant. The place was packed with cosplayers. Some of them may actually have been dressed up as clowns, like Ronald McDonald, rather than being in cosplay.

Dream #2

I had come down to Mexico with my mom. I was now walking around town by myself. It was daytime, a warm day. I walked down a quiet, narrow street.

I probably went into one store, the floor for which was at the bottom of a few short steps. I may have walked around in the store for a few minutes.

I was now back in the house where my mom was. It was like a house that belonged to "one of our family members" in Mexico. I was in a completely empty bedroom. It may have been later in the night or early the next morning.

My mom came into the bedroom and sat down across from me on the floor. She insinuated that some people had mistaken me for a narc while I'd been walking around the city. Now I was kind of in trouble with these people.

My mom told me, "They say here that a narc is like a dog on a leash, except they say he has a coat-hanger attached, too."

This saying gave me a picture in my head like a chalkboard drawing of a sillhouette-man walking a sillhouette-dog on a leash. The dog also had a coat-hanger sticking up from its back.

I understood the "coat-hanger" to be a symbol for the nice clothes that narcs wore (???).

My mom and I were now downstairs in the living room, which was also empty. My mom told me we had to be very careful now, walking around town, as all these drug dealers would now be looking out for us.

I wondered why on earth people would think I was a narc. I knew that if I even slightly resembed a narc, I wouldn't be coming down to Mexico at this point in time.

But now I remembered that "the cousin of mine," whom my mom and I were down here to visit, actually was a narc. So even if the drug dealers figured out I wasn't a narc, I'd still be hunted down and under suspicion for visiting a known narc.

I now wondered why in the hell my mom had chosen to come down here at this point, when all this dangerous stuff was going on.

Dream #3

I stood behind a tall, thin, young man. The man had a pale complexion and red-brown hair in a squarish, tall haircut. He wore a grey jacket. We may have been in some kind of small, crowded room, having just finished some kind of meeting for young adults.

The young man spoke, and for some reason I said aloud that it was obvious the man was Scottish, given his accent and his manner of expression.

The man turned around. Rather than being annoyed with me, he seemed to assume my observation meant that I had something in common with him.. He asked me what I was.

I said, "All three," which the man took to mean Irish, English, and Scottish (???).

The man said, "Oh, right, right. I wonder why they don't say all four and include the Welsh?"

I responded (or tried to respond?) with the thought that perhaps they were separated by language (???), so that everybody thought of the Welsh as different from "the other three."

(Note, December 13th: I forgot to mention that in waking life I've been reading The Judge, by Rebecca West. Rebecca West is a writer who was active from the 1920s through the 1980s. She's really cool. One thing that really struck me about her is that she is Irish and English on her father's side and Scottish on her mother's side. I took this "Irish-English-Scottish" aspect of West and identified myself with it -- for some reason -- in the third dream.)