Mistaken Identity and Lint

First weird dream: I was outside walking somewhere. Ahead of me and to my right was a brick wall, faded yellow, roughly 4 foot (121.92 cm) high. A man was standing on the right side of it looking over it. Gareth David-Lloyd was walking past the other side when the man pointed a gun at him. I only remember the man implying he thought GDL had in his possession something the man (Mr. Gunman) wanted back. Either that or the Mr. Gunman thought John Barrowman had something Mr. Gunman wanted back.

I couldn't quite remember what was being said in the dream, only that either GDL kept telling Mr. Gunman he was mistaken, that GDL did not have whatever the thing was. Or GDL kept telling Mr. Gunman he was mistaken in thinking JB had something of his or that GDL could contact JB and go see him on a whim to find out what it was. I knew that even if GDL could contact JB, he wouldn't have anyway, because, nutcase holding a gun.

I somehow managed to signal GDL to escalate the argument, which he did, just enough so I could distract Mr. Gunman long enough for GDL to take the gun away from him. We succeeded and GDL was pointing the gun at Mr. Gunman while we discussed which of us would go for help when I woke up.

Last night I had a dream that I was in a very large room, with white walls, floor, ceiling, brightly lit. The floor was literally covered with light-colored navy blue gobs of soft lightweight lint. My friend Irene & I were trying to sweep it up, but it was so lightweight that every time we ran the brooms across the floor, half the lint would just float up & settle back down.

Someone walked into the room and started talking to me about something. As I talked I continued to try sweeping the floor. I said something about there not being even one square inch of the floor that was not covered with lint and wondering how we were going to get it all swept up. It went on for a time. I'm guessing that because it was pretty much a never ending battle, I got myself to wake up.

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I had a dream last night that I was in a house that resembled the one in which I grew up. John Barrowman, Scott Gill and a couple other people were in the kitchen discussing something of which I don't know the details. I walked in carrying my journal & set it down on the table and proceeded to fix myself a cold drink of something. SG looked at the journal and asked about it. It is the one in which I have GDL's, Mark Sheppard's & Peter Wingfield's autographs. I considered asking JB & SG for theirs, but decided it would probably be tacky because they were guests in the home. I also thought briefly of mentioning that GDL had signed his autograph to "Carol" instead of to me, but I thought that, too, would be tacky & I did not know what I could gain from doing it other than perhaps a little sympathy from JB. But then SG surprised me and asked if I wouldn't mind if he signed a page in it. I took him up on the offer.

In the meantime, I was getting ice from the freezer and putting it in my drink. I stood on my tip-toes in my Dansko shoes and commented on very nearly being as tall as the two of them. JB gave me a "you are rather silly" look & I realized that WAS a really goofy thing to do. After they both signed my journal I thanked them & took it into the living room, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I told someone else that the program we wanted to watch was about to start & for that person to hurry up & finish whatever he/she was doing & get into the living room. JB asked what we were getting ready to watch. I told him, although I do not now remember what it was.

Suddenly I was in my car driving to a store where JB & SG had just arrived. They decided they did not want to go inside the store, but wanted to go back to the house because JB was more tired than he originally realized. Suddenly I was in the car in which they drove, sitting in the front passenger seat.

The car was some old 1980's boat, a Thunderbird, or Riviera or something. I was leaning against my door a little, looking out the passenger window when the car started swerving into oncoming traffic. I looked over at JB and saw he was beginning to doze off. I told him to be careful. He claimed that he was not sure how to get back to the house. I asked him if he perhaps wanted me to drive. I looked back at him again and he & SG were making out.

He took me up on the offer to drive & pulled over into the left turn lane where I quickly ran around to the driver's side and JB & SG both got into the back seat, laid down and started really making out! As I shifted into drive I told them that one of them would have to at some point later drive me back to my car. SG told me he would while JB slept & in the meantime, if I needed to go anywhere I was welcome to use this car. Then I grabbed a phone and held it up. JB asked me what I was doing. I told him I had to text pretty much every one I knew about driving them, but then said I was totally kidding. I got back on the road & they were pretty much ready to have sex right there in the back seat of the car (even though they never got as far as taking their clothes off) when (thankfully?) I woke up. By "thankfully" I mean having a dream that I am driving a car with JB & SG in the backseat about to have sex is just plain bonkers, yes?


Ummm, yeah.

Hiding

I suddenly found myself hiding from someone(s) in someone else's apartment. Those searching for me either wanted to kill me or was just seeking information they thought I had. I was in some sort of small closet/storage area, laying on a metal wire rack shelf. There was a shelf below me & one above. I was hiding behind an assortment of things. The door was a roll-up type that was open just then. The person who allowed me to hide there was gone, but his roommate walked in. I tried to stay silent. He sat down at a desk on which was a computer. He worked at the computer for only minute. I debated crawling out & announcing my presence. He got up just then and walked to the closet/storage area and rummaged around for something. I thought for sure he would see me, and I began to squirm just a little in the small hope that he would notice me, realize I was there but I did not want to frighten him.

He never noticed me. I found what he was looking for and rolled down the door. I was afraid he would lock it, much like one does for the roll-up door for a box truck or actual storage unit. I quickly crawled to the door, started banging on it and shouting for the guy to open the door. At first nothing happened. I kept banging & shouting. He finally opened the door & looked at me. I explained that I was hiding from someone who was searching for me. He just looked at me & shook his head. I finally realized he was deaf. Because I know some sign language, I tried telling him in ASL who I was and why I was there. Unfortunately for me, there were words I could not remember the signs for. I kept making the sign for "it has slipped my mind" and then I would fingerspell the word. He would nod & show me the appropriate sign.

He offered to take me somewhere else and I crawled out of the closet.

I know there is more to the dream, but I can not for the life of me remember the rest. Just something about sitting on a couch between other people and listening to their conversations. They would ask me something and every time I tried to speak my words came out wrong or not at all.

I eventually woke up.

Invasion

Last night I dreamed I was riding my bike through a neighborhood. Suddenly people were in a panic running or riding bikes up & down streets. I don't remember if I actually asked anyone specifically what was going on, but I did get the information that a group of someones or somethings were forcing people to gather in groups to take them somewhere. People suspected they were being killed. I jumped off the bike, let it drop to the ground and ran into a house. There were lots of people inside trying to house-hop, trying to hide from the group-who-possibly-kills. I did briefly wonder if they were Daleks or Borg or something. As the group went to each house, people snuck out back doors & through windows to the next house in which to hide. Those not fast enough were herded away.

I snuck behind a large couch and crouched there hoping to not be seen. A group of soldiers entered and I heard one of them tell the others to check behind & under every piece of furniture. I was trying to figure out how to get from behind the couch & out of the house without the soldiers seeing me when I saw my maternal grandfather, who passed away something like 15 years ago--July 22 now that I think about it, at age 84--sneak out from another room. He spotted me, grabbed my hand, dragged me towards a window and pretty much shoved me through, following behind me. It was suddenly night time.

We ran behind the house and ended up at a narrow canal or river. He pulled me towards some boats tied up to the canal/river bank except the boats were all several feet out in the water. He was about to grab for the rope attached to a boat and pull it in so we could get on but it was floating in the water and the boat was beginning to sink. Another older couple ran up to us, the owner of one of the boats. The man offered the use of his boat, except it, too, had the rope too far out to reach. There were people closer to the house still running around in a panic and the soldiers trying to gather as many of them as possible. Inside the house and outside we heard lots of gun fire. They were shooting at or towards many of the fleeing people.

I jumped into the water and swam to the boat. My grandfather yelled at me to just jump in the boat & go & to not worry about him or the other couple. I refused. I told him I could drag the boat to the bank so they could all jump in. My grandfather kept telling me no. He had been carry a suitcase which he threw to me & told me to just make sure the contents stayed safe. He was telling me that something inside the suitcase could not get into the hands of the soldiers because they would hand it over to whom/whatever wanted to kill everyone. In the meantime, I had just managed to drag the boat back so they could all get in. I got into the boat. My grandfather ushered the couple onto the boat first, but then the boat floated back out before he could on. I looked for oars to row back again but there were none. I was about to jump back out into the water, but my grandfather kept telling me to duck down & lay in the bottom so the soldiers would not see us & to not worry about him, he would meet me at a place he told me, but I can't remember now. Then I woke up.

Busy Restrooms

I had a couple strange dreams last week that I recall but hadn't gotten to posting. Both were because I had to pee a little except I was fast asleep. In the first dream, I was at a school, possibly the high school I went to or maybe even the elementary school I attended. Anyway I walked in & it was pitch dark & I could not see anything. I felt along a wall as I walked. I was looking for someone specific. I had to go to the bathroom and somehow came to what I knew was a ladies' room. I went inside. Still very dark, but I heard voices talking. A projector was turned on. There were lots of people sitting and standing facing the wall opposite the stalls, where all the sinks were. Everyone was getting ready to watch a movie or TV show. I walked back out & felt along the wall until I eventually found another ladies' room and went inside. Again more voices. This time I found the light switch & turned on the light. It got very bright and I saw lots of people. Many were sitting in lawn chairs in front of the stalls, others were standing behind those who were seated crowded but not packed into the stalls behind the seated people. Again they were all facing the wall where the sinks were. Again they were all getting ready to watch something from a projector. People yelled at me to turn the light off. As I turned the light off I told them I had to go to the bathroom. Some people cleared out a stall for me, but I could not go with all those people in the room. Even though by that time someone had turned on the projector & everyone had begun watching the show.

I left and continued feeling my way in the dark, abandoning the idea of going to the bathroom and concentrating on finding whoever I was there to meet when I woke up.

The second dream I had the next night was that I was in a park. I had just watched something entertaining. I have no idea what it was but I was there with A & GH and . They both folded the lawn chairs they had been sitting in and gathered up a bunch more stuff. I gathered up a couple things of mine and picked up some umbrellas. One was mine, the rest belonged to A & G. G tried reaching for theirs, but both of their arms were full of stuff. I offered to carry the umbrellas, but I told them I had to get to a ladies room first, then I would meet them at their car to hand off the umbrellas. They agreed. I went to a shelter that was specifically a mens' & ladies' room, just like a rest area.

I went into the ladies' room. There was a row of about a dozen or so stalls. Every one of them had someone in it and there were a few dozen women & children lined up waiting to use the stalls. This was not first in line first to use first available stall like usual, though. People were lined up at each stall and along the wall. I kept walking, rounded a corner and was met with same thing: a dozen + stalls, women & children waiting to use them. I kept walking, went through a door and ended up with the same problem. Rounded another corner, same thing. Except that was the end of line, so to speak.

I turned around and went back through each "room" hoping to find that things had sped along and there was an available stall. No such luck. I did not have to go very badly, hardly at all, so I went outside where jebra was waiting, with arms still loaded with stuff. For a reason I don't know, I was adamant about going to the bathroom rather than wait even though afterwards I was headed to the house of whoever was hosting a party that day & I could wait & more easily use their bathroom. But, somehow, it became a major issue for me.

So, instead, I told jebra there was a line & to let AG know I would be along shortly. He headed towards their car. I went back inside but still far too many women & children waiting to use the toilets.

Finally I just walked up to a stall as a woman exited and asked for some toilet paper. She said there was none left. I went to the next stall, same thing. In the third stall there was a little toilet paper left. The woman next in line started getting angry at the thought I was cutting in line. I grabbed a couple squares of tp and angrily told her that it was utterly ridiculous that it was taking so effing long just to use an effing toilet. I lied & said I had to go too frigging badly to wait & that I was just going to pee in a frigging corner of the frigging bathroom & I did not care what anyone thought.

Thankfully I woke up just then. And went to the bathroom even though I did not have to go very badly. sheesh.