I wear a black ring on my right middle finger. And once in real life, I lost it for a couple days before finding it again in the house. In the dream, I was in an area that was basically a cave, but not a remote one in the middle of nowhere. Someone owned it and it served some purpose, I forget what. And just inside that cave, in some leaves that had blown in the entrance, I found a black ring. This ring looked totally different from my real one. It was hugely thick, like donut shaped. And instead of a black band it was black but with the elven writing from Lord of the Rings on it in gold. But I knew it belonged to me and I was shocked that, as often as the place had to have been cleaned(again it served some purpose, people were paid to keep it clean), I happened to find it again after losing it. I apparently hadn't been there in some time and was sure the ring was gone. What shocked me more, though, was that I remembered this was actually the second time I'd lost the ring, come back to the cave a while later, and found it there again. It was like I simply could not lose the ring; if I lost it it was just always going to be in the cave if I looked for it there. And also it's worth pointing out that my right hand was noticeably deformed with my fingers far too short and thick, like they suited the ring's size. I didn't outright ignore this, but accepted that yeah, I've always had oddly shaped hands.
Dream 1: In this dream I was dating a black guy. But he never shows up in the entire dream. Instead, I am hanging out with his younger brother. In the dream I was supposed to be about 19 or 20. The younger brother is about 16. I can tell he likes me. He is flirting and being cute and super funny. I am laughing and having a good time. But then I realize that I shouldn't be doing this, so I try to remind him that I am dating his brother and that we probably shouldn't be hanging out as much. But he doesn't seem to care at all and doesn't stop flirting. And I am left torn, knowing that I should leave, but having a good time and not really wanting to. Dream 2: There is some sort of convention that is going to start the following week. I'm currently staying in the hotel where the convention will happen. And I can hear the lady who is taking reservations say that they are almost all booked for that week. I knew I needed to act fast and book my room. I reach for my purse and can't find it. So the rest of the dream I am running around to all the places that I had been where I could have left it. Dream 3 (Fragment): I'm at this big house/mansion. I walk all around it exploring. I find a basement room that actually open up to a harbor with a dock and everything. I walk towards the dock. I suddenly see what I think are killer whales. I carefully walk closer. But I can now see that they are something dead floating at the bottom of the clear water by the dock. I look down and see that they are huge black and white mice about the size of a large dog....just dead and laying on the bottom. Dream 4: I'm in a car with Roger driving. I'm in the backseat with my mom. We aren't wearing seatbelts and are kind of laying sideways (the way I was laying in real life). Suddenly I see Roger start to head off the road towards a ditch. I call out and he straightens out just in time. He admits that he was going to sleep. He said he was fine to drive again. I said sternly, "No, you are not! You need to go home and take a nap!" [This is the dream I think I had right as I was drifting back to sleep after waking up in the night.] Dream 5: Seems like I had another dream where I was at my mom's house. The details are right there on the edge of my memory.
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