OwlDreamz
Silent Wings

I'm hiking a trail with some friends. I can't remember who the friends are now, but I think my cousin is one of them. The trail has suddenly turned into this really narrow strange path. It's almost like it's a tree that I am climbing because it's so steep and narrow. I notice that the texture of the path has changed too, it's all slimy and sickly coloured green. It reminds me of an over sized cooked asparagus. As I look at it, it's like I can see slices cut into the "path" and below it are what look like human organs. My foot slips into some of these slits from time to time, and the feeling is beyond revolting. I am pulling on a thin, slimy rope as I climb, and it occurs to me for an instant that it could be an intestine, pulled really tight so that it's small. Before I have a chance to be disgusted, my foot slips and ends up in another slit, though this one is much larger and contains an ant's nest. They are crawling all over my foot and leg now, and I am starting to freak out.

Who ever is up ahead of me tells me to calm down and hang in there, I'm almost to the top. They prove to be right, I finally reach the top, and manage to get rid of the ants. There is now some sort of cargo train in front of me, like a miniature coal train, with makeshift places to sit. I can see that (my cousin?) sits in one of the seats with a blanket over her lap. She tells me to get in before the train leaves.

I am working in a warehouse. I stock the coke shelves. The shelves are equipt with rolling cylinders on an angle. The boxes that I put into the shelves roll to the other side for customers to take. There must be a store on the other side of the shelves. The stock seems to constantly deplete, so I am busy filling it up as fast as I can. As I am stocking I wonder if we get free coke, and If i will get muscles from lifting boxes.

Finally it's the end of the day, and all the other workers are done and it's closing time. I finish my work a bit late, at 21:15, then leave. I am in an unfamiliar place, just walking the streets trying to figure out where home is. Well, it's not completely unfamiliar. There is a sense that I used to know this area but it must have been a long time ago. I walk for quite awhile in what I hope is the right direction. I run into a co worker and he asks me why I am "Down here" (in this area of town). I guess that means I went the wrong way. He asks if i would like to go for coffee. I agree and feel somewhat chuffed as we wander into a shop, getting in line. His girlfriend is there, they hold hands. I feel awkward, like a third wheel. She's yammering on about something, nervous. I guess I've made her uncomfortable.

I'm in a big renaissance mansion in some countryside. I am hosting a party with my boyfriend? husband? ... donno what he is but his name is Robert. He seems pissed at me about something, he's flitting around mingling with guests, trying to avoid me. There is a haunted room in the house.

My friend Marianne has also come, and brought a man with her, whom I don't know. Everyone's kind of drunk. I am going from person to person trying to make sure everyone is taken care of and having fun, trying to explain to people about the haunted room and why they should avoid it.

There is some sort of kerfuffle and Marianne is upset with me, which I find really hard to take. I am trying to appease her, try to explain myself and the misunderstanding to her. There is an implication of something that I've done is inappropriate.

There is a weird fashion show going on.

Recovered from DV's crash...

I've gone out for dinner with a bunch of work friends. It's the kind of place that you get to go through and see how everything is made. First we see massive pies being made, one cherry, one apple. They are so large that inside there is actually an active volcano, complete with magma. Some of the girls I am with dig around in the sides of one of the pies when no one is looking and burn their hands. Then we're trying to pack the material, which oddly looks like chocolate cake, back in. We get to taste both pies.

Next we see a massive pizza being made and get to sample it. I have a small piece of that. After our tour is complete we are lead to the actual restaurant part of the place. We all want to sit at the same table, but one of the guys, "Mike" knows some other party in the restaurant and invites them over. They join us and take up all the seats. Two others as well as myself are left standing there like idiots. We are lead to another table.

When we sit down a younger guy runs up to tell us he's out celebrating the loss of his virginity. We all slap him on the back, congratulating him, laughing and asking him how it went. He tells us it was disgusting, then we end up talking about birth control options. He tells us the girl is allergic to the pill.

I try to order something because I'm really quite hungry, but I want pasta, which is not on the menu. The waiter is getting impatient, so I order a coke for now while I keep searching through the menu. Time seems to fly by and everyone else is finished eating. I finally settle for just another slice of apple pie, but now there is no time left and we have to leave.

We can't seen to get our bill. The waiters are all very busy, running around the place. We finally just go up to the front entrance. There's a problem with the bill, they are trying to charge me for food I did not get, seems the left over orders from the other table (who paid and left before us) were left to me to pay. One item is a Bloody Mary, which I certainly didn't drink. I try to explain that I had only a coke and some small scraps of pie and pizza in the factory tour.

The manager comes over and tells the person dealing with our bill that it's been contracted out to pay over a period of 6 months, and so we can leave.

Recovered from DV's crash...

This dream is hard to explain. It was more of an experience rather than a story.

Basically, the world has flooded. There is debris everywhere, and chaos, people freaking out, people dying. There is a giant whale who's gotten itself tangled up in the anchor lines of at least five boats. She swims violently around, trying to free herself. I see her diving deep into the water, pulling the boats down with her, dragging some of the large debris along as well.

People everywhere are seeking refuge on huge piles of garbage.

My father calls me over to help him assemble a little portable boat and secure the outboard to it. We go out exploring, finding a wreck and a friend of mine. There are many close calls for me, times where I almost die.

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In a cabin in the woods with my Mom and my Cousin. My cousin encourages me to tell my Mom what's on my mind.
Mom's been smoking again, which is odd and disturbing to me as she quit many years ago. After she finishes her cigarette, I find the courage to tell her how I feel. She reacts defensively and we argue.