Insights from Id

My husband and I find an ad for a nice house for a good price, so we decide to go see it. When we arrive, the lot of land is enormous, and the yard has a swing set. A small private road leads up to the garage. As we are shown around, we see that the house is incredibly spacious, with five bedrooms and three bathrooms. each room is very large. Both living rooms (there are two) are large enough to fit my entire current house in them. The smallest bedroom is bigger than my current living room. The kitchen has enough space for a second stove and fridge, but even with them would still have room for an island. In one bathroom, the shower alone is as big as my entire current bathroom, not to mention a tub in a separate area. The more we saw, the more we liked it. As wonderful as the house was, I couldn't seem to shake this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I ignored the feeling as I opened a door to a small storage room. A tarp covering a pile of blankets inside began to move as if there was something underneath. I instantly sensed something was wrong. My heart pounding, I reached out and lifted the pile to find nothing there. Freaked out a bit, I quickly closed the door to the room. I found my husband and tugged his sleeve. "I don't know about this place, honey."
"What are you talking about, this place is great." We proceeded out the back to get a closer look at the swing set. I glanced in the bay window and some movement caught my eye. I noticed the clock on the wall, and the arms were spinning at an alarming rate. A chill went down my spine. I was suddenly aware of an unearthly presence, and the area around me suddenly got chilly. I rubbed my arms, and looked inside again. The clock hands were spinning even faster, and they suddenly stopped at 12:00. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was 2:15.
Out of nowhere, I heard a piercing, inhuman scream in the distance.

I was sitting at a conference for a new piece of technology. As I and several others sit and watch, a young girl takes a bit of metal with two pieces of cloth attached and inserts the cloth into some slots on the machine. She bites down on the bit of metal and presses a button on the machine, then slumps to the floor.
"No need to worry." an announcer reassures us. "She's fine. The machine causes temporary numbness in the face and legs." The girl stands, then her feet lift off the floor. Everone around me gasps. "As you can see, she is not only fine, but more than fine."
Afterward, everyone is shaking the girl's hand. As I reach the front of the line, I ask the girl curiously if it hurt.
She blushed. "Not at all. Just a tingle, a little numbness, then superpowers." She grabbed a nearby buffet table loaded with food and lifted it with one hand. "See?"
Later that day, I returned to the building and sneak in. As I inset the cloth bits into the machine, I note that there are tiny circles of metal on each one that clicked into place as I inserted it. As I bit down on the metal, the words of the girl left my mind and I braced myself for a painful shock of electricity. As I hit the button, I experienced exactly what the girl had said; a tingling sensation, followed by numbness in my face and legs. I grasped the table to keep myself upright as the security guard came in.
"Are you alright?" he asked, and since my face was numb I could not answer. Grasping the table strongly in one hand, I gave him the "ok" signal with the other. "Are you sure? You look a little weak." he returned.
At that moment I instantly regained feeling everywhere, which was surprising because I was expecting it to be more gradual. I straightened and turned. "I'm fine. Someone left this piece in the machine, I was just removing it."
As the security guard left, I went to the nearest window and opened it. I floated out, surprised at how easy my new powers were to control, and flew up over the roof of the building. A young man came up beside me, and I recognized him as someone I knew (I knew him in the dream, but not IRL). He was shockingly attractive with light brown hair just a shade too dark to be considered blond and deep, honey-colored eyes. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Wanna join the mile-high club? Don't need an airplane anymore."
I grinned, but before I could say anything, I heard a woman's voice. "Maybe you two should get a room." I looked around and there were a half dozen people up with us.
I looked at them, puzzled. "Security must suck here."
The girl who told us to get a room stared back at me. "I don't remember you. When did you come in?"
"I snuck in. Didn't you?"
Her eyebrow furrowed. "No, I volunteered. The government wanted a team of superheroes.. They had a bit left over, and added it to the last dose, but they hadn't administered it yet. You must have gotten it." She approached me. "That means you're stronger than us."

In my dream, I was single. I went to visit some friends out of town, and decided while I was there I was going to get laid. I was out walking to a club when a group of guys surrounded me (much like happens in superhero movies) and started harrassing me. One of them tried to reach up my skirt, when a guy shows up. "What's the deal, guys? Can't get it without taking it? Pathetic." I immediately decide to bed this guy.
Many of the details early in the dream are fuzzy, but at some point, he said that he didn't agree with premarital sex and I agreed to marry him. After our brief, private ceremony, he took me to his place, where a bunch of his friends had crowded in.
"Excuse me, what are you all doing here?" I indignantly exclaimed.
"I heard there was a party!" One guy shouted.
"Well, there's not! Get out!"
After everyone had left, I sat down on the bed and tried to kiss my new groom. He dodged me. "I can't make love to you." He said.
I stopped. "Are you a virgin, because that's okay, we all have to learn somewhere..."
"No," he said, "I'm not a virgin, I lost my virginity a while ago, and he was really sweet."
"Well what is... wait, did you say 'he'?"
He grinned at me sadly. "I'm gay."
I stared at him, bewildered. "Why didn't you just say so? Maybe before I married you?"
"I didn't think you'd actually marry me. I was trying to get you to lose interest in me. I can't let me friends know, they'll never see me the same. Just do me a favor." He grinned sheepishly. "If anyone asks, we divorced because I was too much for you tonight."
I rolled my eyes. "You ought to tell them the truth, but whatever."
The next day, I went to my mother's house (except it wasn't her current house but the last one she lived in before it), and she there was a wedding in her backyard. I pulled her aside and told her what had happened. After she finished laughing, she said there were plenty of lonely groomsmen here waiting to be taken advantage of (yes, my mother is like this IRL). The last thing I remember beofre waking up was heading for the buffet.

Note: In order for this dream to make sense, you must know that right now I live in a suburb of Tokyo. My family has actually been given potassium iodide, but have not been directed to take it yet (and probably won't, we're pretty far away from Fukushima and aren't in any real danger).

I am walking down an unknown hallway trying to get home. I see my one-year-old daughter, and she has a pack of potassium iodide pills in her hand. She is waving them at me as she toddles over. "You don't need those." I say. "We're very far away from the power plant." I take the pills from her and we exit through a door at the end of the hallway. I get tired of waiting for her to walk, so I pick her up and carry her. I see that I am at a part of the base where you have to cross an offbase highway and reenter through another gate. My house is on the other side. I see that (in my dream but not IRL) the crosswalk that goes over the highway fell in the earthquake and I have to cross at street level. As I head to the gate, the gate guard grabs my daughter from me and begins to strap her to a gurney. She starts crying and I scream at him to give her back, but they won't listen. Out of nowhere comes my husband, who decks the guy with my daughter and snatches her away. My son is with him.
We get back to my house and grab our luggage, and get into the car. As we are heading out, the gate guard on the other side stops us and says that if we leave, we need to take some gurneys with us. We pack them into the back of the van and head off down ruined streets (again not IRL, the area I live in didn't get much damage).

I am in a playground with a friend of mine (we'll call her "A") and a Ghostbusters-era Sigourney Weaver. We are all playing like little kids, and eventually start fighting over who gets to go down the slide first. We have a paper-rock-scissors battle to decide. Sigourney gets to go first, then me, and "A" is last. Sigourney goes down the slide but when it is my turn, there is an asian woman I don't know and her baby trying to climb up the slide and I have to wait until they get off to go down. I start to get impatient. While I am waiting, Sigourney Weaver runs to a nearby corner store and buys a tub of Cool Whip. She says "A" can have some but I can't. She opens it and for some reason it is yellow. She says it is butter-flavored. I go down to the store and get my own, but mine is just plain and smaller, and I tell them they can't have any. "A" tells us to stop fighting. Then I realize I can't eat any anyway because I am on a diet. My kids show up and want to play, but I tell them there are mean people here and we need to go somewhere else. The dream ends and another that I cannot remember begins.

I was visiting my mother at her house. I noticed several large crates and boxes sitting around filled with fruit. I asked about them and discovered that my little brother was selling them. I briefly considered buying some plums, but then I noticed one of the boxes had a dog in it. It was an English bulldog who was rather large for her breed, about the size of a labrador. I bought her instead. I named her Missy and started walking home (which is impossible IRL) carrying the box with Missy in it.
Outside, the weather was terrible. It was overcast and terribly windy. As I rounded a corner onto the street I lived on, I was walking into the wind. Holding the box, I couldn't walk, so I set the box down on the edge of the street and continued to walk, intending to get my car and come back to get her. (Note: I would never do something like this IRL) A couple guys I know from work (we'll call them S and H) were walking behind me and called me to get my attention. As I turned to see them, I saw a car rounding the corner. The drove wide and I saw them heading for the box. I screamed "Don't run ove my dog!" but the car's tires went over the box anyway. The box tumbled in one direction and Missy in another. I ran over to make sure she was okay, and it turned out her paw was the only thing that was hurt. H offered to give us a ride to the vet, then I woke up.

I am moving into a new apartment with my family. There are other people living there, a man and his adult son. The son ,whose name is David, is a few years younger than me and attending college. After moving in, I go out onto a walkway that faces a courtyard in the middle of the building. The courtyard is completely filled with water, and it is very deep. The walkway has no guardrails. As I walk, I see my daughter heading for the edge, before I have time to react, David pulls her from the edge. After securing her inside, David and I continue to walk. Suddenly, he pins me to the wall. He leans in to kiss me. I shrug out from under him. "Don't be silly," I say. "I'm married."
"So what if you are?" he answers.
"I love my husband." I look at him with sad eyes. I hate hurting people.
He stops and looks at me. "If I were more fit, had abs and stuff, would you want me?"
I sigh. "If I were single, I'd give you a chance, but anything that might be between us is not worth losing him over. I really do love him."
I continue to walk. As I walk past an open closet. David backs me into it and closes the door. He pins me again and starts to kiss my neck. I push him off of me. "You just don't get it, do you?" I look at him angrily, my eyes demanding an answer.
He looks defeated. "I'm sorry. I'll stop."
I try to open the door, but it is locked. I bang on the door and scream, but nobody seems to hear. I decide that nobody is coming, so I sit on the floor next to the door. I see a figure drawn on the door (I don't remember what it was) and markers in a case affixed below it. I begin to color in the figure. I am almost done when the door opens. It is my husband. I throw my arms around him, glad to see him and glad to be saved. He pulls me aside. "Did he do anything to you?"
I glance at David, naked defeat in his eyes. "No, it was an accident," I answer.
After we all leave the room, I pull David aside. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you," I tell him. "If I had met you first, maybe there could have been something between us, but I love him. I can't lose him."

Warning: this dream contains graphic sexual content. You have been warned.

I walk into a room and see a man tied to a padded table, like the ones used in massage parlors. When he sees me, he begins to beg for his life.
"Please let me go," he says. "I have a wife."
My clothing shimmers, then disappears. I move my face an inch from his and look deeply into his eyes, hypnotizing him. "By the time I am done, you will not remember your wife."
I reach over and stroke his partially erect member until it stands straight up, then I climb on top of him and ride my way to climax. As I sit on top of him, shuddering and writhing with my orgasm, I feel him climax right after me. His seed is good. I store it away so I can give myself a child later, when I am ready. I only take some of his life essence. I am not finished with him.
I stride toward the door, my clothes reappearing. "You will welcome death by the time I am done with you."
He says something that angers me. I do not remember what. I whirl around and half-run back to him. "You will wish you had not said that." I exclaimed. I untie him, grab him by the hair, and drag him off, but I wake before I can do anything.

I remember going to the Airman's Attic (see below) to look for something I need, but I don't remember what I was looking for. I didn't find it. I asked one of the volunteers to look in the back room, but he refused and scolded me for not volunteering myself. I ended up looking for what I needed at a store, but I still didn't find it.

Airman's Attic - Most (if not all) U.S. Air Force bases have a building called the Airman's Attic, where you can get free stuff which has been donated by other servicemembers. You can also donate stuff you don't need if it is in good condition. I've found all manner of useful stuff there, including an infant car seat, a DVD player, almost new uniforms, and various clothing and board games. All the people who work there are volunteers.

I am locked in a large room with a dozen or so other people. One wall of the room opens to water with a network of docks to walk on, but escape by swimming is not an option. The water near the docks is electrified. Somehow, I know this is some twisted version of a reality TV show. We have to complete challenges. The losers are executed. The winners are set free. At least, that is what we were told.
I watch with boredom as two people complete some task out on the docks, one young woman and one middle-aged man. It is unclear what they must do. When they are finished, a short woman with long jet black hair comes in the room and summons the two people. They stand directly in front of her, shaking with fear. Inwardly, I roll my eyes. I am humoring my captors, but I am not human and can escape any time I wish. I stay because I want to watch what happens. She asks the two who covered the most area. The young lady claims that she did, and the man looks at her with outrage. The short, black-haired woman brings up a screen on the wall and replays the actions of both the competitors. The young woman has lied; the man has won. The young woman begins to tremble and cry, knowing she is going to meet her death. If only she know that they were both going to die either way...
I am called upon to complete a challenge, but before it starts, I leap several yards across the water and land outside of the electrified area. I regret not being able to finish the show, but I will not be competing against any pitiful humans today, nor will I suffer their sad attempts to execute me.

I walk into a church, looking for someone. I walk up to a girl and ask, "Is this the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints?".
The girl lifts an eyebrow at me. "Very good. Most people just call us Mormons."
She begins to ask me questions while I look around for (a guy who I work with IRL who happens to be Mormon). I give curt answers, trying to make it clear I have no desire to join their church, but she continues to ask questions. I get more annoyed with each individual question. Finally, I turn to her and tell her that I'm not interested, I'm just looking for someone. I wake up.

Generic, unmemorable sex dream with my husband. I think it was a threesome with another woman (which I have considered IRL, but never done).
Out of nowhere, I am playing Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood. I am doing the mission when you storm the Castel Sant'Angelo to rescue Caterina Sforza. Ezio is detected by guards, and I restart the memory, frustrated. My son comes in and I give him the controller, then I realize I am late for work.

I am making a video for a school assignment, when suddenly I am in the screen and the video is actually happening.
I am sitting cross-legged on the floor of a classroom with a final exam on a board in my lap. I am anxious. The exam is for my writing class, but the questions are all very silly, with equally silly answers. I consider each question carefully before selecting an answer, and wonder why I thought this exam would be so hard. A puppet frog (similar to Kermit but not exactly the same, smaller) keeps trying to distract me. I answer the last question, then raise my hand to get the teacher's attention.
Suddenly, everything changes into a commercial for a brand of beer called Happy Birthday. Everyone, myself included, is drinking beer and singing Weird Al's Happy Birthday song. It's a huge party. Someone spills beer on me, but I don't care.
The screen changes again and I am in a soap opera. Someone brings in a tray with the frog from before in it, but it is dead and has a bent hypodermic needle sticking out of its back. "Who would do such a thing?" the guy holding the tray says, and somewhere, a woman starts crying. I am angry. I killed the frog because it would not leave me alone, but I cannot tell them that. I know if I keep my mouth shut, I can get away with it.
Now I am out of the screen and watching again. Adam Sandler comes on the screen, then looks directly at me (or the camera, however you want to see it) and asks, "Will you drink a Happy Birthday with me?" I realize that there is a beer in my hand, and I drink, celebrating that finals are over.

I remember only a fragment of this dream. I am looking upon my naked body in the mirror, and I notice with distress that my left breast hangs slightly lower than the right. I turn to my husband, who says I am beautiful the way I am. I begin to smile, then realize I haven't done my homework that was due yesterday and I haven't studied for finals. I have nobody to blame but myself.

I am not me. I am a young woman, maybe 19 or 20, with long dark hair down to my waist. I am pretty but not beautiful. I am lying on my stomach on the bed with a workbook in front of me. Next to me is a man about my age. We are studying together. Without ever having heard it, I know his name is Luke, and we have a connection between our spirits, we can feel each other and communicate telepathically.
He asks me a question from the book, and I answer correctly. “Good job.” He says, and leans in to give me a quick kiss. We lock eyes for an instant, and he kisses again, more passionately. A strong wave of arousal washes over me. I roll over, and he is on top of me, his hands all over my body. I press my body into his. I spread my legs slightly and reach down to grab him, but something is in my way. I look down and see a green device cupping his member, and I know I have to answer another question correctly before it comes off. Dissapointed, I reluctantly turn back to my book, looking for an easy one.
Suddenly the other girl is in the room. She has a connection with the other boys, like mine with Luke. “It’s coming.” is all she says. We all pile into the shower and turn it on, because the water will protect us. Still, I am apprehensive. The older of the other two boys, the teen, complains that he is embarrassed. I look over and see that he has a hard-on. I smile inwardly. Looks like the other girl got more questions right than me. The girl asks to see our lifelines. We all pull out waterproof monitors and she looks at them.
I can only think about the feel of Luke's body on mine, and how I want to be naked with him. The little boy declares that he is scared. I wake up.