Thread: Dreams of Some Significance

In this one my father was in this room telling me about his past exploits. I was laying on the floor. The character of my father was also laying on the floor. In front of me was a couch. Under the cushions inside the couch was a cedar chest for putting old clothes in. Openeing it up I started out seeing old clothes of many different materials and styles, but the clothes then shifted to being images of persons and places, doing this and that. For some reason I could not make out any real details at all of each set of clothes or the images thereof. The only thing that cropped into my awareness was that the contents seemed to be from different periods of time.
All the while my fathers remarks began to fade into an image in the chest which stood out with clartity. It was the image of what is taken as my father as a child taken away from his parrents and home, but willingly. He was taken under the wing of some very notable individual, someone respected and held in high esteem in his land and among his people. In the dreamview, the face of this man was obscured though ther were two tie in the dream that the view was focused on the front and face of this man. All that was recognized was a wide brim hat made of straw or something similar. The brim was as wide as a mexican sombrero, but at the edge it was straight out and flat, not turned or rolled up. The top where the head sits was rounded over. The mans facial features could not be distinguised, its as if a white light was blurring them. All that could be made out was a very short beard and a thin mustache that hung down on both sides of the mouth and on down below the chin, much like an oriental style, or even some mexican styles I have seen. My thoughts in the dream were torn as to this man either being of the far east indochina or the southwest US/Mexico.
There was this strange image of my child father riding in a clothes dresser with several drawers. He was traveling with this indivdual laying in one of the drawers cracked open full of clothes. They were riding on a train. In this dream trains seem prevalent. The journey was made on a flat car with the contents of the car lashed down with ropes. This was not in a enclosed passenger car.
This train they were on was chasing another train throughout the dreamview. They were trying to overtake the train on the tracks beside them going up and down short hills and curves before their own track line came to an end.
The dream ended with the two trains almost neck and neck but ahead on the tracks was a sign reading "end of line" just at the top of a small rise with a wooden sawhorse type of obstacle standing in the tracks of the train carrying this person and my father character. It ended just as the train was crashing into the barrier.

IN this dream the view starts out following what seems to be 4 persons . There is a vaery large walled area with buildings inside the courtyard. The notion is to that of a prison of sorts.
The walls are tall white stone with a black wwrought iron railing of spiked bars on the top of the wall. The wall is not uniform in height around the courtyard. At each of the f4 corners of the walls where they meet it is open for about 10 feet on each side from where the corners would have intersected. Instead of wallss it turns to a privet hedge in the corners, with small openings to go through where the hedge meets the stone walls. In each corner is a plastic garbage can with a lid attached by a plastic coupler of sorts, like a plastic padlock.
Of the 4 persons, One is a large husky man, very muscular and half shaved. Kind of a rough personality. The secons is a short guy, almost a midget whos personality seems to be sort of insane or neurotic. The thrid man is tall , blond, again half shaved, quiet and compassionate.
The woman is not visually percievable, but there is sort of a "knowing" or a feeling of presence that she is there amongst the 3 when they are gathered together.
As the view progresses, these persons set out to escape the walled compound. They follow the walls looking for a way over. Three of the four courners exit into urban settings, the south east cornaer exits into a rural setting. They go to the garbage can at that corner and lift the lid. The short guy is wandering arond with himself talkning to himself. The big guy tries to rip the lid fron its fastener and fails. The tall thin man gets a long wedge shaped board and successfully prys the lid fre. At that there is the feeling of being able to escape now.
The woman seem no longer present. The three men set out in different directions. My view is as if overlapped into the tall thin man and alternates back and forth from witnessing to being that person.
Suddenly there is a young girl that is accompanying this man, or me, as the case seems to be. The short man can be seen running off to the est then he circles back towrds the husky man. The viewis of open harvested farm fields in all directions ahead and left. A fence line runs for miles just to the right and to the right of it pasture land. In the distance there are patches of trees here and there. Building can be denoted in some of them.
The tall man and thegirl maketheir way along the fence line towrds one of those patches. There is a church on a hill. The church is filled with people at worship. The two make their way cautiously around it , the girl on the far side, the man on the near side. the girl seems to disapprear from theview. The man goes up another hil to the left in/on a roadway. He mets some people in the middle of the road. Seems like somneone is laying there or something. He stops and some words seem to be exchanged and he again moves on.
To the right he comes to a large , really large square or rectangular house. Seems about three storys and a basement. He goes to the door and a man and a woman answer the door. They appear to be married. He goes inside at their invitation. The husband leaves and the wife shows us around to a set of stairs going down to the basement. The whole house seems in bad need of paint. Looks like a house that has set empty and neglected for decades.
In the basement they follow a hallway past rooms with closed doors. They make their way around to a large room with 3 or 4 doors in it leading to the outside. The man tries a couple and cant get them open. The woman directs him to one and says its the only one that still opens. The girl again shows up now in the basement. The feeling is as though she is the daughter of this couple in the house. At least the couple seems familiar with her.
The girl again leaves with the man. They go up past the house and out into the fileds again. The girl seems to disappera again and the man comes upon a large work detail, like a prison chain gang doing work with what seems a threshing machine or something. Both the short man and the husky man are here working together under the direction and watch of guards.
Neither of the two men seem to recognize the tall man, but he recognizes them and seems perplexed they do not know him. An anxiety comes over me/the tall man that he may be caught so he leaves. Seems though subtly as if he has been recognized and is being pursued. There is the realization of being captured and in custody on a train. Both the other two men are present and the girl now too. Seems as though the girl is asking thetall man what his nect move is going to be. The dream ends.

Last nights dream is difficult to recall. I wasnt even sure if I had dreamed until I finally remembered a key part and the remembered more from there. Seems like I was witnessing 4 individuals again. Again, 3 men and a woman.
This time everyone was a transformer( as in the movie "Transformers"). Seems like in one part of the dream one of the three men were attempting to alert the authorities ( more transformers in the form of decepticons) as to the woman being disabled and unable to transform and get away. The other two men were trying to help the woman figure to transform into a minibus or whatever it was see was. As the decepticon authorities were about to overtake and capture the three, she managed to transform and the three got away.
That is the only intelligible scene I remember at this time. I know there was at least one other but I cannot quite grasp it at the moment.

I find myself an active participant in this dream, not just an observing view.

Starts out n what seems like a church setting, inside with the people participating this time, not outside like a couple of the dreams listed previously.My recall is vague, but there seemed to be a feeling of emptiness or incompleteness. Like what I was looking for wasnt there. Seems like there was a woman there that caught my focus in some way. Then there seems to be some sort of mayhem going on. Like beams falling from the cieling and confusion. Kind of like an earthquake is happening or something.
The the view shifts to being above a river about to go out onto it. In the river were many big crocadiles. there was a woman with me. We are in a boat, me in one seat her in another.
We try rowing our way up ther river to a beach way ahead. The crocs are churning around in the water. Seems a huge croc thrashes its tail and comes up under the boat and tips it over. I find myself wrestling with it, then another, and another and another. I dont seemed stressed, and I do not appear to be getting hurt, just gettiing tied up in the struggles.
The I find myself in a shopping mall. There are people their that were all in the church milling around. There is some sort of sign or something hanging down from the cieling in a courtway. There is something smoldering in the sign trying to catch fire and burn. I try and get peoples attention, but all ignore me. It was as if I wasnt really there doing anything. The woman from the boat is there watching me, but doing nothing. Then the sign catches fire an begins to openly burn. Mayhem breaks out among those who were ignoring me. Running past me and even seemingly through me getting fire equipment.
The view shifts again. I and the woman are standing on the rivers edge facing the crocadile filled river . there is no boat. There is this urge to try to walk on the heads of the crocs to the beach on the far side. There is a great hesitant anxiety. Then I am drawn to the woman. I am filled with passion ( not sexual, something far more intimate, a passion for singularity, oneness)for her and a great resolve. I walk to her and its as if her and I step out onto the head of the first croc and as we do so we "merge" into one . As One we walk across all the crocs and reach the other side. There the dream ends with another virew shift, but I dont remember anymore..

Starts out with a new house being built. My wife is there overseeing it. Its a single story on a slab of concrete. Half of the house appears finshed and done, the other half has the exterior walls done with the exception of the south wall.
My wife is pointing around and talking to me and I have the knowledge that in the unfinished section of the house there are going to be 4 rooms. In the unfinished south wall there is going to be a entry door into the house accessing those 4 rooms via a foyer area. There is this feeling that something holding up further construction.
The view shifts to the back half of the house which is completed. My wife is showing me the 4 completed rooms. A boathroom, a kitchen , a living room and a dining room that connects the other three. It seems all are nicely done with nice plaster walls and nice trim. The view focuses on part of the plaster wall in the dining room. Up high on the wall there is a section of plaster that has not been properly constructed. With a little prodiding a section peels off and falls away. It is understood that this must be redone before work on the other 4 rooms can proceed.
The view shifts the travelling with my two sons. Over hills and winding roads we go to where the road ends and there is a shallow lake about wading deep. I walk in the grass to a shore ahead beyond a treeline one a bank where the lake gets bigger and deeper. I watch as the boys get in a boat and begin to push off.
The view shifts again and I am trying to run an articulated loader tractor around the construction site at the house. Seems like I am having diffuclty in attaching a different size and shape bucke to do some digging and moving of dirt.
The view shifts again and I am again with my two boys going on the same road triip as last. This time my daughter is present. Also this time there are multutudes of other children going the same way. There is a part with a ship, another with a school bus and so on all while goig on the same route as the last time. There is an urgency to get to the rowboat first before any of the other children.
We get to the wading lake and the boat is there this time rather than at the edge of the deep water. My boys et in the boat, but everytime I get in the boat sinks. Finally I have my boys get in with my daughter and I stay behind while they row away towards the deeper lake as the multitude of other children arrive behind me. I feel content as though all is now well. At this I awake.

The 8 rooms in the house under construction relate back to the 8 keys in a previous dream listed earlier. The 4 finished rooms represent 4 of the keys , or 4 understandings or realizations found. The 4 unfinshed rooms represent 4 keys, or 4 understandings or realizations yet to find.
The one room that has the plaster peeling represents 1 understanding or realization that yet needs some more work, some refinements, nothing major though. There would appear to be a some subtle changes to be made to the way I see something in my view of what is.

A street corner in a calm residential neigborhood. Nice landscaped yard, bushes trees, life and beauty everywhere. House behind me set back into the lot to the north and west. Sunny, cheery and bright.
A aunt and then a cousin enter the view. The are talking, perhaps to me perhaps to each other.
The view shifts to being in a shopping mall. A store draws my interest. Many small things in glass display cases. Everything in miniature, so small, so insignificant but yet so interesting and detailed. Nothing for sale, nothing to own, only to be seen and marveled at.
Everythig in the cases are interests from my life. Things from childhood up to the present. All the material things related to things I have done, interests I have had. Fleeting and gone they are, even those of late.
I exit the store. Outside it can be seen that this is the same street corner as before ony outside the house just to the east of the first. There is a sign , it is a doctors office that this store and whole mall is in it, all inside.
Behind this house to the south, towards the street corner is a large stone swimming pool. Clean deep water, though it is and has been unused for a long time.
The view shift to being in a legal attorneys office. Some case is being prepered to go to court across the street. The weather is dark, overcast, rain seen falling in the amber glow of the street lights.
The view shifts again to the back porch of what would appear to be my grandparrents old house. There is a disconnected long water hose with a sprinkler on the end. Lucid for a moment, I know this represents my sexual lusts and perhaps other physical pleasures , empty and useless. Nothing can become of it lest it is hooked to the hydrant to allow the life giing water to flow through it.

I see my wife coming from across the road. I toss aside the hose and sprinkler. Seem like something new is about to be experienced...

I awake.

I know I dreamed most of the night but when I awoke I couldnt remember but only one small part:

In the house built around the lake in one of the previous dreams listed. In a garage setting sorting through tool boxes full of tools. Throwing away the tools that were no longer needed or usable for any purpose ahead.
Came across one tool of some sorts. Seemed to have a computer in the package with it. Told the guy I got it from , who happened tp appear right there and then, there was a computer with this. HE got mad like he had given me something that was valuable. He remarked arrogantly that it was probably just a analyzing device and not a real computer, nothing of value. He then dissappeared. But, there was this clear knowing that it was indeed valuable, not in money terms, but in usefulness.
Thats all I remember.

Another where I know I dreamed most of the night but when I awoke I couldnt remember but only one small part:

Standing oput in front of a single story house in a residential neigborhood. My wife comes out of the house wearing a sexy bright green teddy. So bright the color is almost glowing.
Several other people are seen across the street walking this way. I point them out to here indicating she should go back in the house, as she doesnt ever wear anything like this for me , nor has the self esteem to let me or anyone esle for that matter see here in even a swimsuit.
She then turns and runs towards the oncoming peaople to my astonsihment. This is so out of character that I realize that this is not right and seem to drift into lucidity of sorts. I continue watching as another person leads a horse into the group and my wife get on the horse behind one or two others alreadt riding it. They go around the block and out of site.
I am thinking to myself this picture is sooooo strange

The dream continues but I dont recall any of it other than there was indeed more..

This one the woman, or figure of my wife represents the inner consciusness, all the othere she is riding away with represent facets of this outer consciousness. The green teddy represents an attraction I have. The color I dont know yet, unless green represents a positive or constructive thing while red would mean negative or degenerative.. That she /they are going around the block says to me that she is coming back. It would have been interesting to see if all were still together when they came back. More interesting was that I was not upset by any of this. No jealousy, no worry. At the very first there was only the slightest hint of such, but it quickly vanished.

My view begins arond a island locked in the middle of a lake. This island seems as a mountain rising up out of the water. Steep sides all the way around, almost completely vertical. The top is flat and rectangualr.
There can be seen entrances to a cavern inside. One entrance at the top of the island and one on the side meeting the water.
There is this feeling of the presence of a large dragon. This feeling is starnge as it is also a knowing that the dragon is female. At first there is some aprehension of looking for this dragon coupled with a latent fear of sorts.
Then the dragon is seen flying. No detail, just a general form. I find myself trying to entice the dragon into the cavern at the entrance where the water meets the island. There is a knowing that this cavern is the dragons home or lair. I suddenly find myself as if larger than the island poking something in the entrance. Then I am normal size again but on the inside of the cavern.
The dragon enters flying in. A wave of fear comes across me and I run to the entance at the top. I seem to look back and the dragon has transformed into a woman. I go back inside and seem to converse with her. No more fear, but peace and a feeling of oneness with her.
The dreamview shifts to being at something like a country fair.

I dont remember anymore of the dream at the moment.

Rolling shallow hills , the dream starts in a cloudy afternoon. Night is quickly falling.
There is an outline on the ground up the side of one of the hills. Looks like the layout or remnants of an old foundation. the corners are the only thing standing slightly above the ground level.

Other people can be seen milling around here and there in the view.

My wife runs out from the roght towards the left upper corner. Two skunks run out up the hill in front of here. I think she is going to get sprayed, but they ignore here. She changes direction and runs back to the right upper corner and picks something up. It is a baby raccoon. Hissing and snarling I think she is going to get bit.

The view shifts bac to the left and to the top of the hill. There is another woman there dressed in black. She walks down the hill towards me and is casting spells apparently. They go past me and are aimed behind me. She seems to be protecting me from something.

My wife begins to follow here, she seems jealous and angry. Not with me, but with this other woman. Bothe seem to have an affection for me, but neither get close to me. I seem to be drawn more to this one in black, though its not clear as to why

A small town, buildings up on the side of a low rolling hill. Trees and shrubs. Buildings are all severely damaged from a huge battle in recent days.

My view moves through and around the buildings going up the hill. A young woman and her mother are with me, seeming to follow with and sometimes behind.

We reach a building near the top of the hill on the edge of the town.

There is some interaction with the youn woman and myself. The mother seems to move between us.

The view shifts to me starting to clean up debris to get the building back in order.

There is a commotion and the building is shaken.

Seems that the mother of the young woman has turned into a dragon and is attacking the building.

The memorable part of this dream is set in what appears to be a community center of sorts. There are woodworking shops, small engine shops, and other things available for people to learn or to do.
I am walking with someone else, My wife I think, but am not sure. Whoever is with me is trying to get me interested in some of the things to do in the place. I look at these things and feel no urge to do any of it. The thought is I have already done all this, there is nothing there that intereste me anymore.
Then a young woman appears. She trys to catch my interest. I turn away. My wife appears with her and again trys to persuade me to take an interest in this woman. Again I turn away. Then the yound womans mother appears and says a few things , giving her blessing and trying to get me to take an interest. I still feel a persistant aversion, but it is beginning to subside.

I then awake.

This whole dream was in what I would call a "semi-lucid" state. I say this becuase it was as if I were ever so subtly aware this was a dream, just enough to in some way embrace a sort of detatchment to what was going on yet still be a part of it. Difficult to explain.

This was a seemingly long dream and I only remember highlights from it. I was on a roadway in a car with othersin the car and others in other cars traveling along in the same general direction. At times the road way and the view on it was almost as if it were a raodmap itself being traveled on. We were trying to get somehwere but I dont know exactly where. Several sudden turns, some back tracking and some more travelling.
The view shifts to walking now. Seems with some other people and some dogs. We travel through mountain scenery, valleys, plains and such. We come through a valley between two mountains and a stream running through the valley. Travelling up grade coming over a rise there seems to be a few buildings ahead which seeems to be the destination.
As we approach the whole view begins shifting dramatically. The shift is continuous, it does not settle on one particular view. I see many different possibilities occurring all in the same moment before me. One thing draws my attention. I find myself seeking in the changing view, not something to view, but something that is equally seeking me itself. Diffu=icult to explain.
The shifting view settles upon the tangible figure of the Osai, the woman leader of the Ori from Stargate on tv. I have the sensation of here bing evil, but it seems only an illusion. There is something deeper. Its as if she is seeking me and I am seeking her, an in that seeking itself we are enjoined as one. As we embrace its as if all the duality of good/evil, seperate/alone, material/immaterial, and a myriad of others falls away into a sort of oneness that words would not do justice to describe.
The view then shifts to a school room looking through boxes of misc small items. I do not know what it is I am looking for, but there is a sensation of that something is there and is drawing me to it. More and more the images starts to appear in my minds eye and in my awareness. Clearer and clearer until I suddenly awake without knowing what that something was.

This one starts out on a log yard at a sawmill. I am moving logs around the yard unloading and loading trucks. However, it is apparrent that I am using my mind and not a loader tractor to pick up and move the logs around.
This is quite interesting. The less I concentrate the larger I become, IE my view standing tall over the logs while picking them up and moving them, and the easier more fluidly I can pick up and move the logs.
Its as if I am just naturally doing the work or the action with no thought or effort to it. When this subtle "doingness" is broken, and effort, concentration, or thought of doing is introduced( rather than just doing )enters the view, the sharter or smaller the view becomes and the less I am able to lift and move. By shorter and taller and mean that the view is either from the standpoint of looking up over the logs being larger then the logs and pile, or from the standpoint of being smaller than the logs and piles looking up at them.
By just doing I can lift several logs at a time while when effort is added I can barely pick up a single small log. I also note that this place, the surroundings seem familiar. With that some lucidity enters the picture and I realize this is a dream and I have dreamed up these same suroundings before over a year ago.

I make my way around the log yard and meet my wife and another woman. We make our way to a residential setting. A house with a driveway between the house and the neigbors garage. There is a hammock next to the porch there. The other woman, a blonde with shoulder length hair, maybe a little longer, goes inside. It seems to be her home. My wife and I lay in the hammock together. Not doing much of anything other than horsing around some I start having this experience like I am feeling what she is feeling, a sort of disinterest in me and being there with me. It is quite profound.
I get up and she leaves. I notice this other woman inside the window of the house. I notice her glance at me and look away. I start having the same sensation of feeling what she is feeling that I had with my wife earlier. This one is feeling interested in me in just the exact opposite way my wife was feeling disinterest. Beyond that generization it is not defined. I then began walking away from the house lucid, and contemplating this experience. Whats interesting is I awoke from the dream with an unbroken contemplation that began with the lucidity just mentioned, which continued well after I was awake.

BAck in the log yard yet again with this one. Though with same scenery as the dream on 1-02-08. There is however a difference in the appearance of this log yard. Incidentally, this is the place I work at each day m-f. There is barbed wire fences all around forming a rectangular compound. It gives the distinct idea and feeling that this is a prison. I am semi lucid now contemplating the dream even as it is happening. I do indeed feel imprisoned by the job and the place of employment, the overall physical necesity to work to make money to live day to day. I feel tied up unable to be free to pursue the immaterial in as much as it feels necesary.
There are people milling around the compound. As I watch them I experience a series of thoughts regarding the necesity of this situation. I say experience, because it is as if I am not the one thinking, just the one watching the thoughts as they happen. These thoughts are to the effect of I must remain here doing all I am doing, at work and home, for a little while longer. Some how doing so will aid these persons in the compound to be freed, and in so doing I will be freed. There is an understanding that these persons represent something about myself, no clarity as to what though. There was much more to this dream thatn all of this. The dream view shifted several times but this is the only part that remained with me after wakling up.

Yet another back to back. Again in the log yard, though seemingly in a different perspective from the other log yard dreams. this dream seems as if I am finishing up things at work and tieing up all the loose ends before going on a long trip somehwere with my wife. There is the significance of this trip being just the two of us all alone together.
The dreamview shifts a couple of times back and forth from being at work to being in other rooms of a house packing things from the trip. I keep being distracted and pulled back to work to finish up this or that. There is something about my father ( who runs the place) that give the sensation that there is no need to continue working. I go back one more time and start in finishing up one more task, but halfway through my thoughts are on the trip and I finally just let go and put the equipment away and walk off leaving everything as it is, done or not. I dont look back.
The view shifts back to getting ready and packed to leave. Seems my wifes older sister is in the picture now. Its quite strange as the view seems to be mixed somehow, shifting quickly back and forth between these two women almost as if mixing the qualities of the two together till there is only one not two. The whole thing triggers feelings in me of one sort or another. Nothing is clear, all seems muddled together.

My dreams of the last several days have taken a different turn. They seem to move from dreamview to dreamview, scene to scene rather quickly and in a way inncoherently. I seldom remember more than bits and pieces, nothing enough to really comment on. Some of the dream fragments seem like dreams, others seem like memories, all mixed together moving speedily by.

Another strange twist is that when I start to daydream lately , as in take hold of a thought to contemplate on or consider I seem to slip into a dreamstate just like when I sleep. These experiences too do not last long and the memory of them doesnt last much beyond the dream. Gone by the time I get the pen and paper.
Last night was the first in a few days that I remember anything at all in particular.

Scenes of a building, one building but as the dreamview shifts, carrying different purposeful connotations. A school, a home, a carwash, a auto shop, all move by quickly. Same building , different people around in each view, slightly different settings and scenery around it.
Then a view with me in a articulated loader tractor from my workplace trying to get it washed. Thoughts of it too big to fit inside the wash building. Subtle thoughts of it getting wshed without the building. Suddenly the wash mecanisms are out in mid air by themselves unsupported and enlarged. Tractor gets washed just like your car would at an automated wash. No walls, no supports for the now unattached machine parts of the washer. How neat, how strange. View goes by so quickly.
Memories passing by rapidly. No order, chaotic, too fast to recognize. I awake and remember little but what has just been told.
Later this morning at work I have a waking dream experience as I disussed above. I was thinking of the dream I just explained and I momentarily went off as if asleep in that moment. It was as if time for my view stopped and I was watching memories in time race by. No order, all random bits and pieces, moments in no particular order.
One memory stands out of the line. My father relating and lamenting of how his mother had shouldered him with the responsibility of watching after his brothers and sister, to keep them safe from his physically abusive father( who died 6 months before I was born). Telling of watching his brother get beat up by him and being torn because of his shouldered responsibility to keep them safe, even as he himself got beat.
The memory goes as quick as it came. Replaced almost immediately by another vivid memory standing out. This one of a conversation I had with my grandmother, my fathers mother, a conversation which took place years ago, before she died, in her home by ourselves. She was telling me of how she placed this mantle of responsibility on my dad when he was only in grade school. She told me of how this was one of the few things she regretted doing in life, and wished she had not ever said what she said to him that day, placing that burden on him.
Again memory left as quick as it came, back at work in the tractor as if no time had passed, but the experience was now there as if from a dream.

I told my father later today of these things that my grandmother had said years ago. He didnt say much, but I think it made an impact.

Here is a interesting one from last night, if you can call it that.

Approaching a health club of sorts it would seem. YMCA was what the feeling was, but it wasnt like any I have seen on the inside.
View shifts to inside the locker room. A friend I play racquetball with was with as well.

There were 4 rows of lockers standing in the room. One against each of the side walls to the left and right, no lockers to the front or back walls, only cement block walls. In the center of the room were two more rows of free standing lockers.

Inbetween the left wall of lockers and the first free standing row there was a row of toilets and then a row of urinals. The urinals were up against the back side of the first row of free standing lockers.
The interesting thing noticed here is that there were about 20-30 toilets and urinals in the rows. No two toilets and no two urinals were the same. All shapes sizes and colors.
I stood to take a leak at one of the urinals and it seemed as if the floor was vibrating, shaking back and forth. It made it difficult to pee in a staright line into the urinal. Such fun
I bent down a little to get a better stance and under the base of the lockers the urinals were against were some boards. There was a gap between the lower boards and pipes could be seen and a light lighting up a basememnt or underground area. In there was a man who was wearing a maintinance uniform. He was talking to someone else, though the other person was hidden from view, only a shadow could be seen. I thought to myself that they must get some interesting views from down there.
The view shifts to the next row of lockers. Men changing clothes and getting ready to either use the gym or go home.
The view shifts to the next row. Same story, only its women this time.
The view shifts again to to far right wall where there is a alcove leading to the raquetball courts. My friend is there but he looks as if he is in a trance just leaning against the wall almost as if dazed.
I go to a locker and get my bag out with my racquet and equipment. there is a bunch of people moving around and I fight my way through the crowd back to the alcove. Its obvious my friend is in no condition to play. I also notice some men in a doorway opposite the alcove wearing suits and hats. They seem like shady types, something about them seems wrong as in they are manipulative in some way. They talk quetly together so no one esle can hear.
I look down at my racquet and see to my disappointment that I brought the wrong racquet, not even a racquetball racquet. The dream then ended.

Seemed like a very long dream all centered around what seemed like my folks home place with some minor differences to the layout of the buildings.
Starts out with my son buying a truck from someone he knew. His mother helps him get it home knowing I have advised not to buy anymore vehicles. He gets it home and starts taking it apart and taking the stuff that is in the back of it out and setting it in the machine shed. The engine gets taken out and put in the basement of the house of all places.
The view shifts and it is inside the shed and its raining or snowing outside. I watch as the shed is being arranged. I am moving things around it seems, but with my mind not a body. My son is moving more stuff inside the building. There is some sort of discontentment building in me over him dragging all this junk home.
The view shifts again. Outside the shed, early spring. West side of the shed there is a couple of large gardens. There is a guy there who works for my dad whom he would like to fire at times. Seems he is now living on the property and owns the gardens. He is talking of having me roto till the gardens up when they dry out. Arrangements are made and I agree to do the job. One garden is old. The next is new from last year and there is a patch in between the two that is sod and will be tilled into a new garden. I am supposed to do all of them.
Dreamview shifts again. There is a police officer that drives up. Seems the truck my son bought turns out to be stolen. Seems like he is not going to be in trouble but he must turn over the truck and all the stuff that came with it. He starts loading everything up. I have aprehension as to how the engine is going to be taken out of the house. Not clear as to how but the engine gets into the back of my wifes truck and then put into the back of the truck being confiscated. I have a sense that I knew all this was going to happen.
The dream view shifts again. My wife and I are apparently divorced. She is online at the computer and is wanting me to gamble online with her. She says I need to do something so she can continue. I do it and find out I married here again in an online marriage. Very strange. She then gambles on some horses. I ask if she won. She looks at me and says I wont be happy. I ask how much she lost. She says a bit. I look at a printout and it says she lost a total of $1800.00 in two or three bets.
I ask why the marrriage. She says it was needed to get what she wanted. I have this odd feeling of being at ease even knowing that another divorce was coming and I was going to lose everything I had. It too seemed somehow a necesity.
Dreamview shifts again. Now in the kitchen of the house. Not very well cleaned. I am feeling disturbed by the lack of cleanliness and order on the counters. I open a lower cabinet and the trash can is on its side and trash spills out onto the floor. My son is there and seems to be responsible for getting it picked up. He starts to walk away and I yell at him to get it picked up. No one seems to care about any of this but me.
Dreamview shifts again. I am in a truck , one whom at the moment I believe to be my wife. Truck is pulling a wagon with stuff of mine away from the home place. Seesm like I am moving away. There are trees next to the road and one is being cut. There is a combine ahead of us. and other machines behind us. Seems the tree falls and we swerve slowly out of the way. Branches hit the truck as the tree hits the ground. I look and see that the woman with me is not my wife/ex wife, but a new woman, one that somehow seems at home with me and I with her. I do not see her face though.
We get out of the truck. The combine driver is there outside of his combine. Something is said, but I dont now remember what. Something about how the combine is only used for part of its overal capacity, cutting but not threshing the grain I do believe if I remember right. I say something and the man laughs and goes off. Seems that is the end of this dream.

There is much more vivid detail that is not related in this telling.

Two dreams back to back. The first is set in the same place as the dream the night before.
I am in a car with my wife as a passenger. We are driving up and down the road in front of my folks house, same slightly different setting as the dream of night before. We go by the house across the road heading east and there is what looks like a set of 2-3 pullman train cars on tracks in the fromt yard. Seems as if they make up a fancy restraunt.
Dreamview shifts and we are headed back west past the same house. I ask to stop but she keeps driving ignoring me. We go on down the hill towards the bridge across the creek. View shifts again and we are headed east past the bridge and there is a another set of train cars just like the ones by the house earlier. View shifts again and we are headded west again down the hill. The train cars are on the bridge. I ask to slow down ans stop. She ignores me again and speeds way up. We miss the bridge to my anxiety we jump up over the creek car flying through the air. and landing on the other side. We turn around and head east again going across the bridge and past the train cars now off to the side.
View shifts again and we are at the folks home place as per the dream the night before. There is bad weather, wind, rain, ice and snow. Bad storm outside getting stronger. I am insoide the house with my duaghter and wife is there but doing nothing. I am trying to stop up leaks in the windows and tie shut broken doors. The inside of the house is a shambles, falling apart. The construction is rotting and weathered. The window sills fall apart with big chunks of the plaster coming off the wall behind them. Water is running in and its as if the structure of the house is dissolving in the storm.

I awake and go back to sleep, or maybe I dreamed I awoke and went back to sleep, Real strange, not sure.

New dream setting.
In a small to moderate size town/city. In a home that seems under construction or renovation. My daughter is there but not my wife, and no feeling of her presence either. There are 2-3 other women there. They look to be mid 20's to mid 30's. I find them all attractive and interesting. There seems to be a reciprocation of the same feelings.
View shifts to looking outside at a balloon or dirgible. There is something drawing me to it as if there is some presence on it that I need to be with or already am part of myself. I see it hovering , moving to and away from the house over and over again.
View shifts and one of the women in the house comes towards me. There is some small talk and we embrace and have a couple of nice kisses. I feel a feeling of peace and warmth around her. She expresses an interst in that we should get on this ballon.
View shifts and I go after the ballon which seems to try to elude me. I end up going down to the main street following it. It is sunny and bright up by the house and down by the main street it is darks and gloomy, Bad weather, overcast and foggy. There are people down that way that are drunk, or dreranged it seems. Some I know, others I dont. The ones I know seem to recognize me. I head back to the lighted are of the town up by thehouse, while the rest I saw keep heading on into the darkness.
I get up by the house and catch the balloon which is now only the size of a scale model. We cant fit in it I think. I toss it out and with my mind I make it bigger. Still not big enough. I do this one or two more times until it is seeminly big enough. There is no power plant or engine to propel it. I try to make it have one but none appears on it. Seems like the woman I was kissing earlier suggests it is propelled by the mind. My daughter, this woman and myself get on and begin to fly away. The dream ends here.

Driving the Mustang around town, a moderately large city, residential neigborhoods. Seems like I am trying to keep from being found by the police or someone else following me. It is not really clear as to which.
The day is overcast, sometime between winter and spring. Ground is wet but there is no snow. Time is late afternoon to early evening. Not alot of anxiety, just a sense of cautiousness.
I am driving on a street running north and south. I turn east and drive on a residential side street running parralell to a main street about a block to the north. Strangley I cannot see it physically but I see it mentally in the same time as I am seeing the street I am on physically.
I feel as if whomever is following me is getting close, as in on the parallel street, so I turn right onto a side street running south. I quickly see however that this is not a street but a large round parking areas flanked on three sides by grass and tree covered rises. It is a dead end. I loop back around in the lot and face the street I was on. Across this street to the north is a large L shaped lot just as this lot I am in. The L goes noth then east and opens to a main street to the east that runs north and south and intersects with the main street to the north I was seeing with my mind earlier.
On the west and north sides of the L are more grass and tree covered hils or rises. These have buildings on them. The inner part oif the L, The south and east sides have no buildings.
Across the street from where I sit in the car facing north, I see on the south west part of the L two of the buildings look like churches. The thought enters the view that These lots were parking lots for those churches. The buildings look abandoned and decaying. To the north of thise there are two houses. On the noth side of the L there are 4 more houses. None appear to be lived in, all look abandoned and decaying.
The two center houses on the north side are missing the roofs and the walls are crumbled. All the rest of the houses look somewhat salvageable maybe.
I see the house right next to the churches. It seems to have a really faded for sale sign in it or on it.
There is junk all around this house. I find an open door and go in. The interior is painted in blue and green colors. Everything is dirty from apparent years of neglect. The floors in this house are not level. They slope one way or another. I find the furnace is on in the house and there is heat coming from the hot water radiators. Seems like I have a notion to buy the house as there seems to be a need within me telling me I need a new place to live. I am really concerned about the floors though the rest of the structure and its mechanics seem OK. Aside from the floors the rest is just cleaning up appearances.
Outside the neigborhood seems really nice. There seems to be something really positive about this location around the lots and the empty churches. The delapidated buildings do not seem to alter this feeling. I wake up just short of committing my mind to looking into buying the place.

Two more dreams back to back.
Two farms one on either side of a road out in the rural areas. Both have trees, one has a house next to the road on the south side of the road. There is an area where a house is to be built on the north side of the road in the middle of a grove of trees.
There is a decision being contemplated. A windmill must be built for a power source. There is only a general idea of how it is to be built, no specific knowledge at the moment. The decision being immediately faced is where to place the windmill.
Whats interesting is that by virtue of the mind the completed windmill is being placed in specific locations to see just hwere the right place would be. I look in a spot and think of the windmill and it appears on that spot.
First spots on the south side of the road are looked at, but it is determined that such a placement would interfere with somone elses life.
Then spots on the north side are looked at. Just to the nort side of the tree grove is looked at. There is no house yet, but when I make the windmill appear a house also appears and it is deemed to close to the house there. When the mill disappears so does the house. Finally a location is found suitable in the field a few hundred yards to the north.
Real construction begins but after the tower is erected construction stalls with the assembly of the working parts. There is no knowledge of how to build them. The thought is to wait a little while and that knowledge will arrive. This dream then ends and the other starts after waking briefly.

Now asleep again a new dream starts. Driving towards the inner city on an elevated roadway. The whole view is filled with intertwining overpasses, so many that the groiund and buildings down there is barely visible between all of them. Suddenly there is a union of highway and railway on the same overpass. A car in front of me drives off an off ramp . I stop as the off ramp gets too narrow for my car as I get to it. There is a unrgent need arising within me to get down to the ground. I back up precariously over openings going straight down to the ground. there is a wie ramp going down but not really wide enough for the car. I step on the gas and go anyhow. As the car goes down, the wheel slip off each side of the ramp and the car is sliding on the undercarriage. near the end the ramp stops short of the ground. With my mind I somehow instincltivly make the car fly up off the end and land on its wheel on the ground, with only a slight amount of anxiety.
Once on the ground its as if I am looking for an airport or bus terminal. Not clear as to which. I find such a place with access to lodgings and general store. Its almost like a mall of sorts. High cielings winding brick and steel architecture. Inside it seems like a series of waiting ares with seating and childres areas with toys, desks and play areas. There are three areas that are in focus. The two on the ends give me the feeling of a church type setting. The one for children seems as if the children there have not yet been taught the ways of the religion yet. This is the feeling anyhow. There is also a feeling that I am supposed to play a role of somesorts in instilling knowledge in them prior to the religion doing it. Such is very vague, no detail, just a feeling of sorts.
I look down and there is a deck of cards in my hand. It is a deck of not regular playing cards, but a deck cards with spiritual teachings on them. Not teachings from one religion or set of beliefs, but from all of them . In my other hand ther is something else but I cant make out what it is. Such is a blurr.
I move across the center are and into the are on the other end. I go up s three tier set of stairs to a mall seating area at the top. There are people seated in the first two landings as I go by. At the top I sit and adjust my clothes and tie my shoelaces. A woman joins me there, but there is no place for her to sit, so I move and giver her my seat. Suddenly I see here shift from there to the lower seating area. I ens up throwing my stuff dowwn there and jum down there. When I get there she is gone.
I begin milling through a crowd of people. Seems as if I am trying to catch a plane now. Unsure, everything is mixed as to feeling and direction. This dream now ends.

Driving aound outside a shopping large mall. Parked the car and went inside. Strangely this dream brings back memories of other dreams from months ago ( prior to the journal)that involve the same mall setting.
While walking inside the mall and seeing what is inside, I also am seeing through my minds eye what is going on outside the mall in the same moment. Really neat how there is no conflict between the two views, ie no need to focus on one or the other. Both are equally present and recognizable.
Outside I see my car being stolen . It disappears from view and reappears moments later just before I exit the mall as a taxi cab.
I pursue the car on foot. As I reach the edge of the mall property at a deep ditch prior to the back of another shopping complex building, I meet a man there living in a concrete drain intersection with a cement slap cover over it spanning the ditch.
The man has weapons laying all around in rows on tables. Pistols, knives, machine guns, shotguns, There is also war memorabilia there too. We talk about some things. Seems he is a mercenary of sorts, a loner who seems to be looking for a cause.
I seethe car as a taxi in a lot across the way. There is a woman driving it. My view chases after the car while my body seems to remain where it is. She gets out after sliding on some ice and stopping. I talk with her. Not sure what is said though. Seems we have someplace to go a fight to be fought of some sorts. Another woman appears behind the building next to the man in the ditch. She appears as if out of pure light. She is looking at the man but talking to me. Seems she is conveying a thought to me about a woman holding a source of power. We must find a splinter from this source and place it back onto the source. Doing such will right many wrongs in some way. She has a name for the man but I dont remember what it was right now. I awake as we all three leave on the journey.

Seems as the setting is based at where I work, but there are many differences from what it is really like in waking reality.It is set at the west end of the yard. Instead of a fence on the west side there is a brick wall of a large building. Instead of a metal storage building there is a brick multi story building in a state of disrepair or construction, cant tell really.
I am driving a loader tractor . There is a large hole along the west wall going down into the lower level of the building. Like a rampway going down. The objective seems to be to fill the hole up.
There is another man in a second loader I am directing. I take my loader down into the hole to spread rock while I have the other guy dump rock into the hole.
He dumps a load of rock into the hole and gets way too close to the ede. The second load he dumps he runs the tractor into the hole and nearly gets killed when the tractor falls in. At this point the tractor is pulled out and everyone else working leaves. I notice there is not enough clean rock to fill the hole. I cant get anymore fill material.
I go looking around. As I go into the building there are many men and women in it milling around. Loud music is playing, its like a party atmosphere at a night club or something. After milling around looking for a while I come back out and get in the tractor to drag the clean rock back out of the hole thinking I can find some fill dirt to fill with and then top it off with what clean rock I do have.
I get back out of the tractor and walk to the east and as I do I see that the grade level of the ground is way high off to the est compared to the area in front of this building and the hole. I realize that all the material I need is already here and always has been. All I need to do is re-arrange it. Scrape it off of the high places and fill the hole with the scrapings. Doing so will level the whole lot and make it a perfectly balanced landscape. I awake and instantly realize that this also refers to my being, that which I am. Everything I need to balance myself is already here within me. Nothing new is needed. All I need do is rediscover what is hidden from plain sight and re-order it in a balanced perspective.