DreamTimes reports.

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Crazy maintenance crew. A man and woman show up to do some maintenance on my garden. The man is a young, about twenty something. The woman is about the same age but she seems more mature somewhow. I talk to the guy about this and that. He's a nice likeable fellow if a little uninteresting. I know I'm already 'cheking out' the woman. I'm very attracted to her. Can't be helped; she's wearing very seductive clothes: black mini skirt, black thigh highs, corset, high heeled shoes [have to check spelling, ha ha] and sports a Beatty Page hairdoo. [I get discusted with myself in this part of the dream, I'm no freaking Peeping Tom] I grab a video camera and begin to film the woman as she mows the lawn and bends over to pick things up. I'm very excited but very ashamed that the man will find out I'm looking at his lover, and/or she will catch me at it.... the whole thing is stupid. I go up to the man and ask him if he's involved with this woman, 'no', he says. I tell the woman what I've been doing, she laughs and I sigh in relief. She says, 'that's OK, that's why I wear these clothes, and he's not my lover, we're siblings', pointing to the young man. He's not interested in our conversation. I want to get rid of the sucker so me and the woman can take it to the bed. The scene shifts. Now a lady is talking to about some glasses I bought at a garage sale. She grabs one of these from the cupboard and says, 'see how I knew where you had these,' as she shows me the glass she just took out, 'these were mine, yep, they were mine'. I don't particularly like this woman, but I tolerate her because the other woman is sitting close by, and the older woman is the yournger womans mother! I think, 'aw shit!' [I wake up. Boy, I sure wish this dream would've been lucid!] PS, I could on and on about this dream , as I can recall a LOT of details, but since I'm just a 'newbie' I thought I'd just mention the stuff that stood out more for the sake of brevity, modesty. -Ha ha, what can I say?

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Wormwood. For some reason I have to take wormwood, the herb. I’m looking at this bag containing this and notice it is not right. The herb has spoiled. Instead of it being crumbled, dried leaf material it has congealed into a big lump that looks like a green eggplant. I look closely at this, it has been infected with a fungus and the fungus is what has made it lump together. I’m very disappointed. The deli. I’m walking up a hill. It looks like the hill I used to live on in San Diego. -Not exactly a hill but a street not unlike those in San Francisco. There is a little deli I want to visit up at the top. People are passing me by. The mood isn’t very friendly but not inimical either, indifferent would express it fine. Getting closer to the deli (at the top), I come across a man with a golden retriever, I’m a cat man myself but nonetheless I think the dog is cute. The man, on the other hand, is an asshole, don’t like him one bit, the feeling is mutual. I try not to look at him as this would ignite a fight, I’m not in the mood. I pass but can feel this mutherfucker’s eyes burning the back of my neck. Forget him. There’s a window in one of the shops I’m passing by, I take a look at my reflection... I look exactly like I do in waking life... it’s so close I begin to become aware of myself and my dreaming... but it doesn’t go further, the dream just becomes more detailed, VERY detailed, no ‘wavering’ at all, I can really see the details of the clothes I’m wearing, the strands of hair on my head, other peoples features, et cetera. Finally at the deli, I walk inside [the dream’s still very detailed] and look at all the stuff they have and it’s mainly sausage. The cook is really chopping that stuff up [this is starting to look like a VERY Freudian dream, ha ha ha], it looks gross because I’m vegetarian. I don’t know why I’m there, all they serve is this stuff. A guy says, ‘is this stuff any good?’ and the cook says, ‘oh yeah, all our blood sausage is fresh’. My ex-wife's friend A lady is talking to my ex-wife. She’s tall, older, about 40, long black hair, wearing a white button shirt and black tight slacks... I especially notice the black tight slacks... of course I’m attracted to her. They chit chat about this or that, I’m waiting in the car, though the reason for this is unclear. I’m also chewing gum. I keep looking at the lady’s ass, I really want to take her to bed, my ex is an asshole, that bitch, she’d deserve it f I screw around behind her back, especially with this lady who seems to be her best friend... I’m not a vengeful person but it seems right in this case! No go, the lady’s married, shit! The guy is old, dark skinned, looks no unlike a toad. But he’s rich, bastard. The lady’s a real classy bitch. All of a sudden I’m at a mall with the two of them. He’s talking to me about this or that author, knows I’m into reading and writing, fuck him! I amuse the bastard just to be near the broad. Then, again, I’m somewhere else, in the parking garage of the mall or an apartment building; the kind of parking spots where it only fits one car at a time; just an elongated room with the front wall missing. There’s a hole in the rear. I’m afraid of this [Freud again, ha ha] hole. Seems like strange creatures live inside it. I cautiously try to inspect it but with great trepidation. There’s nothing in it though.

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The border I’m working at my old job as a singer-guitarist in Sevilla Spanish restaurant. Nothing to write home about. Same ol people, same ol shit. A damn drudgery, though I am glad to see one or two old acquaintances. We shoot the shit in my breaks, everything seems kool on either side. I find myself in Mexico. I’m visiting, don’t know why. I try to get back into the country, the U.S., but my documents are fake. Oh shit! I’m in line, walking, and are about to go through the check point. I’m an illegal alien and these guys are gung-ho Americans, ‘patriots’, dirty bastards, they’re going to catch me and deport me back to the bowels of some dark Mexican land. My wife catches me just in time and tells me to get out of the line, that she’s going to try and do something, but what? There’s no way out, this is it, the last hurrah, over. I believe she’s going to make some kind of diversion so I can sneak through the crowd and go back home. I don’t know about this. I’ve been through this before. Great feelings of deja vu abound throughout this place. Sorrow as well, hate it, hate this scenario... no escape, hopeless, hopeless, oppression and I’m just a nonentity... Monster wings I’m flying. How? I use the giant bat-like wings of a dead monster. Don’t know the species. But some one comes over, oh, it’s one of my band mates to tell me we have to go to a gig today. ‘Hey man, we want to do some Alice Cooper, what do you think?’ he tells me, the dirty scum! He knows damn well I don’t want to do no fucking Alice Cooper. He smiles at me like he knows it, he knows I can’t do nothing about it, he’s changed everybody’s mind to this A.C. thing. My daughter shows up. I grab the giant wings and try to teach her how to fly. She’s a natural! Of course, she’s my kid, ha ha. ‘Go baby Go!’ I yell out. then she comes down and we have some grub. She tells me about her school and all her friends; she has tons of them. A pterodactyl comes through the door, it’s just my friend Benny. My daughter asks me about Benny, I tell her he’s alright, not to worry, besides, ‘he’s only three feet tall, harmless’. He cordially says hi to her and gives me some info on something or other, I nod in agreement. Then my daughter goes toward him, he plays like he just passed out and my daughter begins to laugh. She sits down and continues eating her hamburger.

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French TV France. The TV is on in our hotel room. My wife and I are chilling out, packing our stuff away and maybe cooking dinner [not sure of the last detail]. I watch the TV and notice that all is in French; English subtitles. I ask my wife whether I can get English speaking channels. Her answer is unclear. Russian construction Co. Someone is talking; I think they’re a couple of female acquaintances. It is a nice day it seems. I find myself on a building under construction. If I climb to the top I can get a panoramic view, so there I go. I can see this whole Russian city landscape. A lot of sad buildings mostly, but it has a certain charm. I hear the same females talking again; indistinguishable. They climb up to meet me. I have a crush on one of them, she is very nice, kind, a good spirit, wish more people were like her, and I feel good with her, around her. She’s joking with me, telling me something funny when a voice that seems to come out of a hole inside one of the beams on that skeletal structure. It’s a male voice, “hey, que pedo? Que no tienen mejores cosas que hacer? Que no tienes trabajo, carbon?!” (what the fuck’s going on? Don’t you people have better things to do? Don’t you (to me) have a job, mother fucker?!) says the male voice. He’s fucking some woman in that hole, I feel rather than know this fact. “I think someone is not too happy, he he,” says ‘Monica’, the girl I like, as she laughs silently. I feel like kissing her, but am too scared, or that it isn’t right [I have a vague feeling that I’m married, which I am, so don’t want to cheat on my wife], so I don’t. I’m curious to know who this guy was, because he WAS a worker there. Obviously he was Mexican by the sound of his accent [I’m Mexican too]. Because besides me, what the fuck is a Mexican doing in Russia working on construction work?.. just a humorous thought.

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Teen drug addiction and a cheating wife My daughter is involved with drugs, heavy drugs, the worst kind. My wife learns about this and so do I. We’re devastated. We know that somehow she will turn to prostitution, go to the streets and live the life of danger like many other kids around the world. I see my wife go to this bar and order a couple of drinks; she wants to get drunk. Then she’s outside, I think smoking a cigarette. She meets this African American guy and tells him all about it. She starts to ball her eyes out. The man (older, very tall, and thin) brings her close to him and puts her on his lap. Then he places her on his shin and begins to give her a little ride on his shin as if she were a little kid. This begins to piss the living fuck out of me. “What the hell is this?’ I say. The man begins to console her with wise words, words of wisdom, whatever. She keeps crying, very Betty Davis like. Then the motherfucker brings her close to him, real close, and cuddles her in a very sexual manner; rubs his face against hers, though without kissing, presses her too tightly, rubs his genitals against her... bastard! “Don’t worry, child, she will be alright, she’ll eventually get off the streets,” he says. “But the streets are full of THEM!!! buaaaaa haaaa hooo!” the bitch balls in a very melodramatic manner as the scene becomes a ‘close-up’ and she’s looking straight into my eyes. I’m thinking, what the fuck? Why doesn’t she come to me? I’m her husband, for Chrissakes! But I’m not really there, I’m a spectator. Going home Coming back from a visit to San Diego. I must remember to get in that plane in time. I seem to have forgotten something, but what? I don’t know? Better get my earphones and chill out. Where are they? Shit! Maybe I forgot them somewhere, no, no, I put them in this briefcase... no NO, shit they’re not there, for god’s sake! Oh, yes, here they are, Jesus! Alright, calm down, put on some relaxing music and just groove... Wait a minute, I have to call my wife, I have to let her know I’m coming, why? I don’t know?.. maybe so she can help me sort all of this shit out; I’m horrible with plans, memory recall... and details, forget it! OK, first, to find a phone... goddamn these airports! Never a phone when you need one... hey, don’t I have a cell? Yeah, hell, but I forgot it on the bus on the way over here, awww! Dirty floors... so dirty the original white paint on them has turned into this awful shit-cream beige, yuk... red red red, all the fucking walls are red and white, ridiculous, who’s heard of red and white walls in an airport? And look at these people, trash the whole lot of them... I remember the days when airports were places of class, now all this goddamn riffraff, disgusting, just like a bus depot, yeah, airplanes now a days are just buses with wings. There’s the pnone... OK, ring ring... “Yeah babe, I’m scared and worried shitless, anything you can do?” “Honey, relax, everything’s going to be alright. You’ll get here fine, don’t worry so much, and I’m not going nowhere, ha ha, I’ll be here waiting for you, you silly boy.” “But I can’t find anything, and I keep forgetting stuff, I’m a wreck I tell you!.. hello... HELLO?... Baby?!.. Aw SHIT!!!” Click. Well, there goes that. God knows when I’ll be able to get more change. Alright, I need a stiff drink! Where’s that bar? Oh, yeah, turn here... oh a left there, one more right... Jesus, that guy was one ugly sucker!.. well this looks familiar yes? No? Damn... hm, that girl surely had a nice callipygian physique, my favorite! OOOh, control yourself my man, we’re on a mission for some booze here. Ah, finally. Sit down and call to that nice, ugly young lady. “Yes, a beer please, make that two at the same time... big hurry, you know, no time to waste, better not forget anything, you understand... OK, I’ll wait a few moments, thanks”. This beer sure looks good. Mmmm... what’s this? Intercom: “Flight XXXX is ready to depart, please report to the designated gate.” Of course this is my flight, fuck! Gulp this shit down and hustle it down there... I’m coming baby, I’m coming, I miss you so much, I can’t be away one more second! Got to break through all these people.. Hey, what the hell am I doing outside all of a sudden??? Oh well, might as well just sit here and listen to some relaxing music... nice trees out here though... hm, where did I put those headphones... ah, here they are. What music would befit such gorgeous surroundings, this nature, nice flora surrounding the airport... airport... AIRPORT! Christ... the plane!!! Got to hustle the hell out to the plane, but where am I? This damn landscape makes no kind of sense... what the hell is this wavering chain link fence and no horizon bullshit? Forget it, no time to waste. Almost there, yes. Oh no, I forgot my luggage at the spot where I was sitting... Christ, why can’t I ever remember anything around here... I’m so lost! Right, that didn’t take too much time... there’s the plane... NO NO!!! It’s departing!.. Oh, my baby, please forgive me! I’m so stupid... I have the memory of a turd, can’t hold anything... What’s that Asian man saying? He looks like he works here. Yeah, he’s cleaning the runway, or whatever the hell the road these planes roll on is called. And he’s wearing that fucking red too, oi vey! He looks alright though, friendly... “You not to worry, another plane come in twenty minutes, he he, it’s OK, just twenty minutes, OK?” He yells out. “OK.” My new best buddy. So, to get a drink and wait! There’s a bar facing the runway, looks alright. Guess these folks are waiting for their planes to arrive, too. They look OK. Especially that dark skinned broad talking to the white one... yum! Look at those thighs, for Chrissakes! Oh no! It’s a man!!! But how? She’s so sexy? I know damn well men are NOT sexy... I must be dreaming this... oh, I have to be, I’m way too attracted to this woman that’s supposedly a man... definitely dreaming. Hm, lets get a look at her nose, shall we? Interesting, she doesn’t mind... oh, she doesn’t have a nose.