Walking

I had a dream last night that I was supposed to be somewhere but the event/function was canceled. So I walked/jogged/ran to the house where I grew up. I was going there for a reason, but once I woke up I couldn't remember what the reason was.

According to google maps I live 12.4 miles from where I grew up. In the dream, I remember suddenly being on Beech Daly Rd heading north. I got to Grand River and waited for the traffic signal to red for eastbound traffic so I could cross. There were a couple other people standing there too. I then got across both east and west bound GR and headed west. I was several blocks away from the street where I grew up when I realized I couldn't do what I set out to do because I hadn't taken my purse (I usually don't whenever I walk anywhere) and all my keys were in my purse. I thought I should head all the back home, but that would be too time consuming so I decided to keep going and figure out what to do once I got to my destination. I was about a block away from the street when I woke up.

Earrings

Last night, I had a dream I was at my former workplace getting ready to leave for the day when I saw an earring back laying on the ground. I bent to pick it up wondering where the earring itself was. I saw it on the floor a couple inches away. I picked it up, then saw more earrings and earring backs. I kept trying to pick them up, but they seemed to be multiplying. Other times, because I was picking them up with the same hand that held the ones I had already picked up, I kept dropping something. I got stuck in a loop of constantly trying to pick them up when I woke up.

Swimming, Cars and Murder

I had a dream that I was in an olympic size swimming pool. I and several other people were in one end. Some were sitting on the edge with their feet in the water. I wanted to swim the width of the pool as opposed to the length because everyone was having a very interesting conversation and I wanted to continue to listen. Every time I started across, someone who was swimming the length would suddenly be there.

Then I was suddenly outside the place where I previously worked. I was standing on the side street that is immediately east of the building that is on the south side of the road. Someone had stolen a car and was racing down the street. I was standing in the middle of the street and jumped out of the way. A police officer was there as well and jumped into his car and took off after the car.

Then there were other people standing around and, again, they were conversing about something. At first everyone else's vehicles were parked on the side of the road, but then they all disappeared. Someone thought all the cars had been stolen. TC, the manager at the place, walked a few feet and saw his car right where he had parked it: on the grass, parallel to the building, just inches from it. Then I saw a huge theater screen attached to the building and a movie or TV show was playing on it. Then someone who looked a lot like John Barrowman grabbed me and shoved me against the building. He asked if I had anything to do with the death of his wife. I told him no. He kept me pressed to the building and got in my face and yelled at me to look into his eyes and tell him again. I first looked behind him where there were several people standing there quietly looking at me. I was thinking that while I did not kill this man's wife, I knew who had. The person, who looked a lot like Burn Gorman, was standing back there looking at me. I looked back into the eyes of the man who had me pinned to the building and I told him I did not kill his wife. Then I woke up.

Hungry?

Last night's dream was more disturbing than the previous ones. Not even sure quite what prompted it. I was hungry???

I dreamed I was in someone's house along with lots of other people. Quite a few of us were trapped in cages, the tall, narrow kind where you are forced to remain standing, possibly made of bamboo. I was trying to secretly cut or break my way out.

The owner of the house, the one keeping us hostage had been sleeping in his bedroom. He woke up and came to the living room where we were. I was on the far side of the room. He walked to the nearer person, reached into the cage and pulled her close to him. It looked like he was going to kiss her, but started eating her face. She screamed for a minute.

Suddenly his gray hair became what looked almost like immobile snakes all over his head. He finished his....meal...and smacked his lips around his big, sharp teeth saying he was still hungry. He headed right for me.

As he reached in to try to grab me by my head, I suddenly had some kind of bamboo or other strong wooden pole and jabbed it at him through the bars. I kept doing that while still trying to get the cage open and the other people started shouting when I woke up.

Laundry

I can only remember bits and pieces from last night's dream. I walked into a laundry mat carrying a large black garbage bag filled with my laundry. I looked around and saw the place was filled with people doing laundry. I should have realized it would be, it being a Saturday.

I looked around to find a couple available washers. I saw 2 and headed towards them, but a woman told me someone else was going to use them. I figured that someone wasn't there, so I would, but I realized I had no quarters or laundry detergent. I decided I would try to wait until a week day when I thought there would be fewer people. Except I realized I was wearing the last of my clean clothes.

Then I walked into a bathroom. Just like the ones where I used to work. Those bathrooms were always so disgusting. I would clean the one I used the most, but otherwise I quit cleaning the rest of them. No sooner would I clean them when everyone else would troop into them and come out with the bathrooms looking like a mini tornado had blown through them as well as a small village full of people with dysentery. At work there were only roughly 10 people.

In my dream there was toilet paper everywhere.

Suddenly I was standing in a driveway. Just like at the house where I grew up. There were 2 cars parked in the driveway, one behind the other. I was standing between the two holding the garbage bag of laundry. I dropped it and started pulling my jeans off so I could change into a pair of red sweatpants I actually own and wash the jeans.

Then I woke up.

The Office

I had a strange dream last night that I was working in an office building with a cubical maze. There were not many people around, mostly people who were my supervisors. Everything was mostly light grays and white.

I was told to make a copy of handwritten notes that was on notebook paper. I was supposed to somehow make the copy look exactly like original notebook paper without the writing.

The woman who handed it to me closely resembled the woman who was a secretary at the CPA firm where I was a receptionist back in the mid-eighties.

I took the paper into a small room where a copy machine was and started making a copy. I then wondered how on earth I was going to make it look like real, blank notebook paper.

A man walked in who looked a lot like the V.P. of where I worked during my senior year of high school and right before I left to work at the CPA Firm.

He asked me what I was doing in the room. I realized there were lots on small boxes lined up along many of the walls. The walls were drywall halfway up and the remainder was clear plexiglass. The room had a second door, mostly made of plexiglass that opened into the boss' office. I wanted to look in the boxes and see what they contained.

Before I had a chance to explain, the woman walked in and told him what she had told me to do. He didn't seem very happy. He asked me if I knew what I was copying. No, I told him. I was just making the copy. Then I showed them how it looked and asked them if it wouldn't make more sense to go to a store and match the paper up with general notebooks to find which one matched, buy it and tear out a sheet of paper.

The paper was supposed to go to someone else, but I did not know if the one I held was stolen from somebody, or if there was some sort of evidence written on the paper that the somebody was never supposed to see, or I just didn't know what.

The boss walked into his own office and I waited for the woman to leave or turn her back so I could quickly make another copy of the paper and pocket it as quickly as possible.

I then started explaining that trying to white out all the writing and make a copy to make it look like original notebook paper was pretty much impossible.

Then I woke up.