Dreams

SWOOSH!

Sunday, January 3, 2016

In last night dream I was working out of town; not sure if it was the up-coming job in San Fransisco. I missed home to the point of walking off the job and headed to the airport to catch a flight home. The company I had been working for was footing the bill for my rental car,so I left the car on the job and decided to walk back to the airport.

During my walk through the city, I passed a parking lot. In the lot, was a single car painted a dark purple on very large rims. Oddly, the rims looked like they could also be used as music speakers. The back tires had wheelboots placed on them; the police place on cars for parking illegally or owed fines.

There was co-worker looking at the car from the side walk as I passed. This co-worker was someone from the dream, not anyone I know in this reality, yet.

Are those wheels also speakers?” I asked him.

Yes,” he replied, “The car is owned by a radio station that didn’t pay some fines and it’s been part there for some time.”

You want to see something cool?” he asked, “Follow me.”

I followed him to an old well kept brick building next to the parking lot. The building was on an intersection with large shaded trees surrounding the area. The side of the building ran parallel with the street I followed while the front entrance faced the street just before the inter section. The first floor sat about five feet of the ground and concrete steps leading to the entrance held several people standing on them. One of the people was a dark-haired woman standing at the top. I stood at the bottom of the steps and watched as a man in dark clothes walked pass me up to the steps toward the woman. In his hand, he carried a large case; possibly five feet long by two feet wide and one foot thick.

Once he got to the top next and by the woman, he opened the case. She pulled out a long black tube and lifted it onto her shoulders.

Is that an RPG?” I asked.

Yes.” said my co-worker who stood next t me, “Keep watching.”

Another man one step down from the woman plucked a small rocket out of the case and loaded it into the RPG. I looked out over the intersection at the traffic and other buildings running throughout the streets; surely she wasn’t going to fire the rocket, Just then I heard a loud “SWOOSH” and a trail of smoke exploded past me. I could see the rocket speeding toward the intersection, keeping only a few feet off the ground. There was a panel van that had gone through the intersection and had nearly made it out of my sight past a building when the rocket punched through the back of the van.

Just as the van disappeared out of sight, there was an ear-splitting explosion that sent pieces of the van in every direction. The debris became projectiles and ripped through cars, buildings and people. The devastation was too incredible for such a small rocket that I began to think the van must have been caring something to escalate the damage. I looked back at the woman and others up on the steps; they had all taken off running. I noticed something at my feet, and it was the RPG. The woman had tossed it down before running, and now I was the only one there to take the blame.

I took off running also but not actually paying attention to where I was going. After sometime I came to a stop and knew I had to call police to inform them what had happened and who had caused the devastation. I searched pockets but could not find my phone, it then dawned on me that I had left it back in the rental along with my plane ticket. I looked around for a payphone but saw none. I ran over to a nearby hotel and went inside. I asked the desk clerk to use their phone, but they said the hotel had none. I began to stop guests in the lobby and but none of them carried phones. I explained that I needed to call the police, but each one told me that I would have to use my phone or find an officer.

The only thing I could do was head back to the rental car and get my phone and airline ticket. I went outside and stopped under the awning. Night had fallen, and a hard cold rain was falling. I stepped out into the storm, and my feet became wet. I looked down to see my shoes were gone, and I only had a pair of socks on. My body became wet with chills, and I noticed my coat was gone. I had no other choice other than to run back to my car bare footed, wet and cold. I took off running awakening as I did.

 

3

To dream of clouds represents situations in your life which overshadow everything else. Noticeable or powerful distractions, delays, or disappointments. The number 3 in a dream may reflect chaos. There may be unpredictability in your life.-dreambible.com

Tuesday, April 28, 2015;Unconscious dreaming
I arrived at work sometime later in the day than my usual time. The sun shone out of a cloudless blue sky as I drove around the parking area several times but could not find an empty space. I called my boss to inform him of the problem I had while I continued to hunt for a spot. He told me I could drive over to one of our new offices at the south end of the yard and park in the driveway there. He stated that no one would be there today, and I did not have to worry about being towed.

I drove over to the building and found a small driveway in front and parked. I left my backpack in the trunk; it had been after lunch, and I would be coming back and leaving in just over three hours. Walking from the car to the office to check in took about five minutes. Within four minutes of my walk, something caught my eye to the northeast. I spotted a large cumulus cloud rising quickly in the distance. I could only see the top as one of the buildings was in the way; because of the speed at which it rose, my curiosity made me jog to get around the building.

In the clearing, I saw it was a mushroom cloud many miles away. What came to mind was a nuclear explosion, but I had not seen a flash or heard anything; however, the entire cloud was pure white. As I stood watching the cloud, people came to a stop and stared as well. Moments later, another white mushroom cloud rose a little farther north than the first one. Again, there had not been any flash or sound wave coming from either cloud, but I did begin to worry.

These clouds were not normal, and an eerie feeling began to overwhelm me. I turned and rushed back to my car. While I ran through the yard others began to panic also, even more when they saw me in a heated run. I made it to the building and turning the corner; I saw my car was gone. I rushed over to a guard shack a few yards down and asked if they had seen it. The guard informed me he had it towed because I had not had the decal for that area. I explained I had been given permission from my boss; he knew nothing about it.

I had to have my car, so there was no need to argue. I asked about its location and found to my relief, it did not go to a towing yard but a fenced in lot at the north end of the shipyard. Before I left, the guard informed me I would not be able to retrieve the car, all gates were in lock down. I could leave the yard but without the car. I left and rushed to the north end. I could do without the car if I had to, but I needed my backpack in order to make it home.

Along the way, I glanced over to where the last cloud had erupted to see yet another one blossoming up north of the second and just as white as the others. Guards were out in the streets directing workers away from the piers and to the mustering [emergency] areas. As I passed one of the guards, he shouted that I could go no farther in the yard and had to either report to my area or exit the facilities. I turned toward one of the buildings as if I were going inside. Instead, I ran around the back side and continued to the towing area; the three clouds continuing their rise into the heavens. Making it to the fence, I located the entrance. The gate had been chained locked, but I knew I could slip through.

Close by, another guard was directing people from the work areas; I ran over to him and explained I needed my car. He said that was impossible today especially with the emergency. I then asked if I could go inside to retrieve some things out of the trunk, I was denied. He ordered me to follow the crowd to our stations; I turned and rushed away. I went back to the chain locked fence, looking behind me to see the guard watching. I had no choice; I needed my supplies. I dashed under the chain and inside the lot, hearing the guard shout out after me. Once in, I ducked down hurrying between the cars hoping to stay out of sight and make it to the car before caught.

Every so often, I would have to stand and take a quick look for the car. I spotted the hoods of several white cars in different areas and headed to the closest one. I could hear the guard shouting for backup. I made it to the first white car— it was not mine. I slipped my head up again and found the next nearest one; that too was not mine. Third time was a charm and, staying on my knees, I popped the trunk. Reaching in, I pulled out my bag and tossed it on my back. I gathered some other things I may need and closed the trunk.

I could not risk being caught. I did not believe he would arrest me, but my bag may be confiscated. I made my way back toward the gate noticing a guard posted there, my only exit. I moved back among the cars and began making my way along the fence line in hopes of finding a way over or under. Somewhere along my search, I awoke.

Pets In A Cup

Thursday, April 2, 2015; Unconscious dreaming

I was out with a good friend, Cliff, who was helping me look for a pet at a department store. One of the staff pointed where the pets were, and I headed over to the aisle. I walked the aisle but all I saw were stores of large cups but could hear animal sounds, all in distress. Upon a closer inspection, I could see that the sounds were coming from the cups lining the shelves. A sign above the shelves read ‘pets in a cup’. On the shelves along the left hung a sign saying, ‘puppies in a cup’. On the right the sign read, ‘kittens in a cup’.

Looking back to the left, I could now see the cups held puppies of several varieties: Dalmatians, Rottweilers, Dachshunds and others. These puppies were at the age of just being weaned from their mothers. Their small forms were tightly packed and sealed in clear cups with minuscule holes in the tops for air. The kittens were the same. Another but small sign along the shelves stated, “Expiration date, 32 hours after packing,” which meant if not sold and released, they would die.

I became more aware of their small whimpering, and their bodies so tightly packed, they were immobilized. I could not take their suffering and reached up, grabbing the first cup nearest me. I ripped open the top and pulled out a Dalmatian pup and released it onto the floor. I then pulled the next cup off and did the same. Those I had not gotten to rose their voices pleading that I would get to them. My friend Cliff saw what I was doing and began helping in the rescue.

We had made it through the puppies and started on the kittens when the manager of the department store stepped into the aisle.

What do you think you’re doing?” he screamed at us. I stepped up and got into his face.

We’re releasing the animals from their suffering, and before they die,” I told him.

You can’t come in here and do that, it’s illegal. These animals are store property; I’m calling the police,” the manager shot back.

Go head,” I screamed, “because I’m calling PETA. This is abuse. You and anyone else involved will be going to jail.” I turned away and went back to ripping open the cups and pouring the kittens onto the floor along with the puppies. A movement caught the corner of my eye and when I looked, the manager had joined me and Cliff in freeing the animals. When I came to the last in line of cups, there sat a square box. Inside was an octopus packed as tightly as the others but due to his gelatinous body, his tentacles squirmed around inside slimming things up. Being out of his element, he had to be suffering even more.

I pulled the box down but could not locate the lid. I punched the box in four sides opening small holes. On the fourth hole, the octopus flung out his tentacles and used them to push against my chest. The force caused me to drop him before I could finish breaking open the box. On the floor, the octopus ran off in a bizarre scene which reminded me of the green aliens on the Simpson’s.

I finished my line of cups and saw Cliff and the manager working on the last ones. I looked around to find more and noticed a monitor used in store advertising. I walked over and looked at the display. On the screen was a documentary on the company packing the animals and their procedure. Top opened cages ran parallel on each side of a conveyor belt. Inside the cages, were the puppies and kittens separated with their own kind. On the belt rode a line of cups, above the cups hung robotic arms. While the pups and kits played among themselves, the arms reached down and would snatch up one of the animals. The helpless creature then got pushed into the cup unexpectedly causing their limbs to become distorted. It was bad enough been packed so tightly, but this would greatly add to the pain.

I could not watch anymore and felt bile begin to rise in my throat. I ran up to the manager and asked where the restrooms were; he pointed to the back of the store. I took off, hoping I could keep things down until I reached the toilet. At the back of the store I searched but did not find them. I found a salesman for the store and asked where the restrooms were; he said he was new and did not know. Just then Cliff ran up and said he had found them. I followed him as we ran down the back wall to a single door. Cliff threw the door open and I rushed in. I dropped to the floor sticking my head over the toilet. As I heaved, I awoke.

The Last Laugh

It’s been a long couple of weeks. Due to several crane operators being out, several of us have had to take up the slack. Oh, and having some “$#@%” driver broadside my car and total it, I haven’t had a chance to work on anything new, so I’ve dipped into the dream journal archive.

Wednesday, June 6, 2011

In the dream, it was Friday, and I had gone to a company that I had worked for in the early 2000s: a fabrication shop and crane rental. With me was a friend, and we had heard the company was hiring. We had met the superintendent whom I had worked under and had not cared much for. My friend said we were applying for work, the superintendent said, “Sure, come back Monday morning to go to work.”

That following Monday the friend and I showed up. A co-worker greeted us and welcomed me back. He said that he and a crew were getting equipment together to head out to NASA on a job. I helped load up some trucks and there was a 1,000-gallon diesel tank on a trailer that had to be pulled along We did not have any trucks left in the yard, so I hooked the trailer up to my truck and pulled it in line behind the other equipment.

I began to wonder if I would be compensated in fuel for the use of my truck. I unhooked the trailer and pulled back into the parking lot. I walked into the shop in search of the superintendent to ask if they wanted me to use my truck. I approached the superintendent who saw me coming and placed his hands on his hips. When I stepped up to him, he spoke, “What are doing here?” he laughed sarcastically, “You think you work here or something?”

I thought about it and it dawned on me, when he had said to come back Monday, it may not have been directed at me but just my friend. It then became clear that I had forgotten I was working for my current company and did not need or want the job with this man but did want to brag about my current company.

“No,” I replied laughing back at him, “I was just dropping off my friend and was leaving when I remembered to tell him something.” I turned and walked out. As I passed the front of the office, I saw that the entire front was all glass. Inside was a small department where the owner of the company was selling boat motors. I thought they must not be doing so great if they had to sell boat motors to help their profits.

Title 1

FYI, the title has nothing to do with the dream. I found out that another of my co-workers is a fan of my blog. On one conversation, he mentioned he was bummed to find that I was discontinuing the blogs app. Just recently while standing in the office one afternoon, I was telling him about my next post.

I’m nearly ready to post my next dream, but I’m having a problem coming up with a title,” I mentioned to him.

Why not just call it, Title 1, the next one can be, Title 2 then Title 3. I can assure you, you will never run out of titles.”

So, since he is a fan and bummed to see my app go, I’d like to give him this one.

Regarding the dream, to some of you that may be new to my blog, I’m an early bird and usually arrive to work about an hour before the scheduled time. This allows me to beat the traffic, get a good parking place and catch a nap. I can have some great dreams and OBEs while napping. Just to make sure I don’t oversleep, I keep my phone next to me and my nap alarm set.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

My wife and I pulled into a restaurant for dinner. It was one that we had never been to but wanted to check out; I don’t recall the name or any signs. We went inside and were seated in a lobby while we waited on our names to be called. There was a well-dressed Caucasian woman perhaps in her sixties, making her way down a set of stairs to our left. She had auburn hair, combed up. Large diamond earrings dangled down, and although it was nicely done, her makeup was on the heavy side.

We were also told by a woman who was the manager that we would have to remove our shoes before entering the dining area. My wife and I pulled off our shoes and stuck them under the chairs we were sitting in; as we waited, I looked around from my seat.

The place was well lit and large. Our chairs lined the rail that separated the dining area from the lobby. In front of us was the front of the restaurant, to the left was a dark carpeted set of stairs perhaps 8 feet wide, which may have had about 10 steps in all. The carpet had colorful shapes and patterns throughout. I can’t recall the colors but sure the border was yellow. The stairs were for customers leaving the dining room and to the right was the entrance that ramped up to the dining area.

There was another waiting room further to the right. This one seemed designed to keep children entertained as some arcade games were set up. Along the right of the wall was perhaps the smallest hydraulic crane I had ever seen. I got from my seat to go check it out when our names were called. We left the waiting area and were escorted to our table. I recall eating but not what we ate. After the meal, we got up and left by way of the stairs.

Outside, my feet became cold and wet; looking down, I realized I had left my shoes back in the restaurant. I opened the car door for my wife and told her I had forgotten something in the restaurant and would be right back. I did not want to tell her it was my shoes for fear of looking stupid. I went back in and over to our table. I looked around and under, but my shoes were nowhere to be seen. Then it hit me: we had taken them off in the waiting area, so I headed over there.

My path took me back around and down the stairs. Walking down I heard a tiny squeal. I looked to see a small child of about one and a half climbing the stairs on all fours and noticed I had stepped on her pinky finger. I snatched my foot up, and she continued to climb. At the top of the stars sat a woman I believed was her mother. I followed the child up and reported to the woman I had stepped on her child’s finger, but it did not seem to be broken or injured. The mother shrugged her shoulders and picked the child up in her arms.

I proceeded to the area where my wife and I had been sitting; there I found not only my shoes under our chairs but hers as well. By now, she should have been calling or have come back into the restaurant to find why I was taking so long. I was even more perplexed that she had not noticed her shoes missing but had gone outside in the cold barefoot as well. Once I got my shoes on and picked up hers, I stood and went to head out when I saw her coat on back of the chair.

How is she not freezing out in the car?” I asked myself. I tossed the cost over my arm and made for the door. Out of the right corner of my eye, the small crane in the next waiting area caught my attention. Being a crane operator, I had to check it out. I walked over to the room and coming up to the crane; I saw that the manager was in the operator’s seat. I watched as she swung the hook back and forth and hosted the cable up and down. I then took note that the crane was plastic and nothing more than some child’s ride, but a very good one.

My mind went back to my wife in the car, and I rushed out. At the car, I opened the back door and tossed the shoes to her. I dropped her coat on the back seat and saw a baby’s baby blanket fall out. It must have been under my wifes coat and I took it by mistake.

Where have you been?” my wife said harshly. I wanted to take the blanket back inside but wanted to leave even more, so I left the blanket in the seat and jumped in the driver’s seat. I backed out and proceeded through the parking lot. Just as I had started forward, a small four wheel drive truck came tearing around the bend. He circled around the back of the parking lot and came up behind me. I could see he wanted to get around me but there wasn’t enough room due to the parked cars on both sides of us.

About that time I heard a beeping noise.

What’s that?” asked my wife.

It’s the alarm on my phone,” I answered, “but that’s my nap alarm when I’m in the parking lot at work in the morning. It shouldn’t be going off now.”

Well, maybe you’re dreaming,” my wife said.

I’m not dreaming,” I told her. I continued through the parking lot as I reached in the back seat and grabbed my phone. As I held the phone, my early morning chime continued to play.

How do you know you’re not dreaming?” my wife asked.

Could I be in a dream?” I thought to myself and how had the phone gotten into the back seat; I’ve never done that. I tried to recall where I had been before the restaurant and drew a blank. I didn’t even know what city I was in. There was no recollection of anything before we pulled into the parking lot. I came to a stop at the lot’s exit, not knowing which way to turn. The phone continued to play, and things became somewhat out of focus.

I am dreaming,” I said and awoke in my car.

Mr. Paranoia

I’ve worked for a few companies in my life, some I miss and others I try to block out because they were a nightmare. One company in particular I worked for, stood in a category all its own. The owner of the company had only one emotion that made up his entire personality: paranoia. He micro-managed his company and the people under him for fear that someone would steal something from him. Here are two examples and I’m not exaggerating:

1) Cameras monitored every employee and every inch of his property inside and out. He would arrive two hours early and go over the video from the previous closing time to that morning. Once, a boy of about 12-14 years old rode a bike onto the property after hours, turned around and left. Mr. Paranoia had us come in to see if we knew the kid or had ever seen him before—no one did.

He then called police to file a report; he became angry when police told him no crime had been committed so they would not be wasting their time filing any reports. For several weeks after, he and family members (just as paranoid) came in at four-hour shifts overnight, in case the kid showed up again.

2) The most ridiculous one: he even monitored employee bathroom breaks. Restrooms in the company were kept locked; if you needed to go, you went to Mr. Paranoia and asked. He would then come out of his office and escort you to the supply closet. There he would pull out a roll of toilet paper, (that’s right, no toilet paper was kept in the bathroom for fear someone would steal it). He would then roll out two feet of paper, tear it off and hand it to you.

Then the two of you would step over to the bathroom door where he would unlock the door and look at his watch; you had ten minutes to do your business, anything more, and you were docked 15 minutes. Afterward, he inspected the bathroom to make sure you did not leave a mess. Then, you went back outside to a water hose where you could wash your hands if needed. Yep, no soap or towels were kept in the bathroom; you supplied your own.

The current company I work for by far is the best. Like any company, their ways here can get to you occasionally. When I do begin to get aggravated, dreams like the following one pop up to remind me, things could be far worse. So Mr. Paranoia and his company are usually the dream incentive to remind me of what I have.



Tuesday, February 10, 2015; unconscious dreaming

I was working with some local company— what I did, I don’t recall. I had a Ford 3500 dual wheeled pickup I used for work, don’t recall if it belonged to me or the company. However, the employer I was working for sent me out for some diesel fuel. I took two five-gallon cans and placed them in back of the truck. Down the street was the company that belonged to Mr. Paranoia, I recalled he had a 500-gallon fuel tank. I parked the truck a block away from his yard and walked the rest carrying the five-gallon cans.

His yard was empty of personnel and strangely the gates were left open. I walked on in and sat the cans down next to the fuel tank. I pumped both cans full, hung up the nozzle and picked the cans up. Leaving his yard, I cut through a wooded area between his shop and where I parked the truck. Just as I entered the woods I noticed to my right Mr. Paranoia driving by and looking over at his property. He happened to notice a figure, me, moving through the woods with the fuel cans, and he slowed to get a better look.

I knew he had yet to recognize me, so I turned onto a path to the left that took me deeper into the woods and away from the road. I glanced to my right to see him holding up traffic trying to get a good look at me, but I turned my back on him and continued on. He finally sped up and as soon as he was out of sight, I made for my truck. Once there I placed the cans in the back and took off. Since it was so close to lunch time, I went home.

At my house, I suddenly remembered that Mr. Paranoia had cameras all around his property and would be checking them when he got back to his office. I began to panic and realized that I had stolen fuel for no apparent reason. I could not understand why I had done such a thing. I hopped back in the truck and rushed off to Mr. Paranoia’s office.

I pulled into the driveway at the front door and went in.  A receptionist greeted me but looked at me suspiciously.

Hello,” I said, “I wanted to let you know that I stopped by here earlier and mistook this place for a gas station.”  I lied. “I took ten gallons in fuel and wanted to come in here and pay for it.”

That’s a lie,” she came back, “I saw you come up and take the fuel than sneak off into the woods with it. It’s also all on video.”

Look,” I pleaded, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it but I came back and want to pay for the fuel, I’ll even pay extra to make up for it.” I pulled a wade of cash out of my pocket and tried to hand it over.

I’m sorry,” she said unconcerned, “but I can’t accept that. When Mr. Paranoia gets in, he will go over the video and see that you intended to steal from him. It’s out of my hands and you will have to deal with him.”

I knew she was right, after all I knew the guy well, and he would be pressing charges. I walked out to my truck wondering if I should just wait or go ahead to the police department and turn myself in. I did not know what to do; more than anything my mind was boggled and confused as to why I had done this. I got in the truck and sat there contemplating my actions and the effects they would have on the rest of my life. During this time, I woke up.

A personal note; for those of you that have downloaded my app, I want to say thank you. Unfortunately, I will be discontinuing the app at the end of this month. My decision is based on usage and finances. After the time I have had the app running, there have not been enough downloads to justify the cost. This isn’t to say the app is costly; I just have to cut corners somewhere to keep my website and blog going. However, let me throw Como one; if you are in need of an app, Como has an easy format to work with. I’ve also contacted support for some answers and let me say, these people care about their product.

I’m hoping in the future I can bring it back, but it will only be if I come up with some financial support for expandurmind. Thanks again to those of you that have been using it and please continue to check out my site.

William

Jaded

I’m a workaholic by nature, also using my job as a place to get away or put off things I need to accomplish like building my attributes. Hence, some of my dreams come from that source of my personality, a reoccurring message that my consciousness screams at me.

Monday, February 9, 2015; Unconscious dreaming
I was back at a company I had worked with just over ten years ago. I was in the office of my former employer chatting with him about vacation plans. He was telling me about an upcoming trip to Taiwan with his wife and a friend. Since my vacation was starting the same time as his, he invited me and my wife along, even offering to pay for the flight and room.

“That’s great but, you’re going for ten days, my vacation is only five,” I told him, “besides, I really don’t like to fly.”

“I’m the boss,” he said. “I’m extending your paid vacation to ten days and paying your round trip airfare as well. That should encourage you to get on a plane; besides, I have rented a plane for an aerial view over Japan from Taiwan and back.”

“I’m very grateful and accept,” I happily informed him.

In the next scene, my wife and I were going down a smooth flowing river in a raft. Up ahead another raft carried my employer, his wife and their friend. We were all enjoying the experience of Taiwan’s rivers. After sometime we landed on a small shoreline for lunch. The five of us sat on the pebble covered shore surrounded by bright green vegetation and a cloudless blue sky.

My employer had brought along his friend, the actor Ian Ziering. I talked with Ian about the movie “Sharknado“, and how I liked the actors, but I could not get past the bad special effects. After everyone had finished lunch it was back to the rafts; however, my wife and I decided to stay and explore more of the shoreline. My boss, his wife and Ian got into their boats; he told me to have fun, but make sure we were in time for dinner that evening.

Once the others had gone around a bend, my wife and I waded ankle deep along the water’s edge. My wife spotted a large, bright green stone in the water and picked it up. It was a jade stone, oblong, translucent and about half the size of a football. I could not get over the find and had her hold it up to the sun. The sun, shining through the veins inside the jade, made up an image like a laser sketch in a glass paperweight.

The image was remarkably like a small Asian town made up of reed roofs and bamboo walls; in front of the buildings was a small dirt road. I told my wife to hang on to it and we trekked further up the shore. In a few yards we spotted another, although not identical, it was nearly the same size and shape. Holding it up to the sun we saw the image created by the veins, this one of a small Asian man in a conical hat fishing at a small pond. As we admired it, I saw another near us; scooping it up, I held it to the sun—inside was a thick forest. I informed my wife we should place these in the raft and look for more. The dream then shifted to the next scene.

My wife, my employer Ian and I were sitting at a table in a very nice restaurant. My boss’s head was lying on the table and I knew we had (except for my wife) been drinking— my boss, heavily. A waitress came to our table and asked if we wanted another round.

“Yes,” said my boss in a slurred voice.

Ian and I replied at the same time, “No!“

“It’s time to take you back to your room,” Ian informed my boss.

We all stood but for my boss. Ian and I scooped him up by his arms and I told my wife I would meet her back at our room. As we carried my boss back to his room, he continued to mumble how mad his wife was going to be. After reaching his room Ian knocked and the door opened for us. We took my boss in and dropped him on the bed. Back outside I told Ian I would see him in the morning.

The next scene was the following morning and I was calling my boss’s room to find out what time we were all meeting for the flight over Japan. My boss answered in a dying man’s tone.

“I can’t leave the room,” he said, “my head feels like it’s going to explode.” With that, he hung the phone up. I looked over at my wife and informed her the trip had been canceled. Shortly afterward, I woke.

Negatively, the boss in my dream is me. It symbolizes my limitations and lack of freedom due to work.

(The vacation indicates) I need a break to recharge my energies and revitalize myself, get out of the daily routine and do something different; because I’m (The raft) drifting through life. The actor represents the pursuit of pleasure.

Finding the Jade stones indicates growth, healing force, purity, harmony, luck, immortality, and truth. It refers to the shaping and development of my personality which will only materialize if I seek it out.

The sun symbolizes peace of mind, enlightenment, tranquility, fortune, goodwill, and insight. Generally, the sun is a good omen, especially if the sun is shining. The jade stones combined with the sunlight give me everything I’m in need of.

In the restaurant I’m feeling overwhelmed by decisions and choices that I need to get to in life. Drinking denotes that I’m seeking escape and ending up with a hangover signifies these problems are not being solved.
In the end my vacation has gone bad suggesting that I’m not getting away from the daily responsibilities of my waking life; which is causing difficulties coping with life’s problems and issues.

-Dreammood.com

It’s the coward’s way out.

I specifically titled the dream because of the outcome. The meaning has to do with someone who injured me emotionally. I’m to face the person and expose the emotional damage, but right now I’m not ready or willing.

Saturday, January 24, 2015; unconscious dreaming
The first thing I noticed was sitting on the earth with my legs tucked up in a crossed position. I was holding an umbrella over my head due to rain somewhere in the woods alone, not sure how I had gotten there. Before I could think back, a stump within a couple of yards drew my attention.

A noise came from the stump that sounded like puppies playing. Every so often, I would catch a glimpse of the backside of one as it jumped. I had the urge to move over to the stump and play with them. When I stretched out my legs, they made a rustling noise against the ground. The two, what I thought were puppies, became silent. A conscious protective sensation came over me, and I remain still and quiet.

I saw a pair of eye’s peek out over the top of the stump and then drop back inside. Whatever they were; they were small and I convinced myself; I had nothing to worry about. Just then two brown and furry creatures leapt from the stump and fell to the ground. As soon as their paws were on the ground they charged toward me. I drop backward to my elbows and lifted my legs, just as they attacked. They were fast, and it was all I could do to kick them away from me. Each kick sent them a number of feet from me, and it only took a second for them to recuperate and dive back on me.

These could not be puppies or even small dogs; they were several times the strength of their size and too fast for me to get a look as to what they really were. The vicious little creatures did not tire, but were wearing me down. I gritted my teeth and kicked back with all I had and awoke seconds later.

 

Dropping off chaos

Monday, December 29, 2014; Storyline

I seemed to be in my astral body floating freely in space. The scene before me was a bright orange and red nebula, a heavens-filling collage of fiery colors in reds, yellows and oranges. The intense brightness was surrounded by a vast amount of faded blues, purples and blackness. Stars of all sizes filled the sky both in and around the nebula. Even in its stillness, no pictures could ever do it justice.

Although I seemed to be bodiless I felt my heart beating rapidly against my chest. Anxiety tried to overwhelm me and I had to breathe to counter is affects. As I stared into the brightness I began to pick out small specks in the lower part. These looked like well formed black X’s and plus signs. The more I stared, the more I could see others appearing in the background.

While new specks were showing up, the older ones grew in size and length. As they grew, they ascended; I then realized they were moving my way. Thousands filled the sky and took on a new more understandable appearance—they were star-ships, all similar in their main body, crossed-sectioned. They soon passed by me, all of a dull zinc color and the size of large ocean-going vessels. Others followed, up two to three times as large.

Thousands passed as thousands more drifted from the now hidden nebula. Looking back to where they were coming from, one spot caught my attention. Like the others it held the crossed main body style but even at the distance I could tell it was massive. It soon blocked out the nebula and everything in front of me. The diameter had to be hundreds or more miles wide. Hundreds or more of the other ships flew next to it but all of them together could not match the mass of this one ship. The stretch of the ship was more than my mind could comprehend and while the front had passed from my view, the rear was yet in sight.

Before the rear of the ship came into view I felt a pulling sensation on my head, suddenly my view changed to a large room with a man stepping away from me. A helmet he was holding blocked his face until he sat it down on a desk. I then realized the helmet had been on me and he had pulled it off.

“Did you see?” he asked, directing the question to me.

“The ships? Yes, who are they?”

“They are coming to help us,” he answered.

“We have so many problems, which one are they helping us with?”

“All of them, follow me,” he said.

He led me from the large room to a smaller one perhaps twelve by twelve feet. The floor of the room was covered in what looked to be smooth light brown balls from grapefruit size down to BB sized or smaller. From the door where we stood was a path down the middle of the room to another door on the other side. The balls had been swept to each side and piled up along the walls about five feet high. I bent down and picked up one of the larger ones. It was soft like a sponge and a bit sticky; when I squeezed the ball it crumbled apart like dry dough. I understood then why they could stay stacked at an angle without rolling back to the middle of the floor.

“What is this stuff?” I asked.

“Whatever we need it to be,” he responded. “Placing it into the 3-D printers, we can make building materials for everything, from homes to cars. It can also be made into any fuel we need without the CO2 and other pollutants. It will even bring an end to world hunger because we can process it as any food we want, be it vegetable or meat.”

“There doesn’t seem like enough here,” I mentioned.

“It’s not,” he replied, “this is just a sampling. The largest ship you saw is the vat ship. It grows the cargo between worlds.

“So they will be making regular runs to earth, dropping off this stuff?” I asked.

“No, it’s a one time drop. They will then grow more while going on to the next world.”

“I can see that massive ship holding enough to do all you say, once they distribute it but even with its size, it could only supply a few years worth.”

“They won’t be distributing, they will be dropping off. You see, what they have is a single item, a sea creature.”

“So these sea creatures will breed in our oceans?”

“No, as I said, there’s only one. The vat ship grows the animal which is just as large as the ship.”
I was stunned at his reply.

“That’s impossible! That ship had to be hundreds of miles long and nearly a hundred or more wide,” I exclaimed.

“The ship is much longer than you think—as for the creature, it’s well over a thousand miles long and just over one hundred miles wide,” he assured me.

“Isn’t that going to have a huge effect on the ocean? How are we supposed to catch something that size?” I had many other questions running through my mind but luckily he cut me off and explained.

“The creature doesn’t have any mind or nervous system. Although it is an animal, it lives more like a fungus. We’ll use sonar to lure the thing until it beaches itself miles off shore. Then countries can begin carving off what they need to live on. The creature will absorb its nutrition from the ocean which in turn regenerates itself.”

“Still, something that large will have to have an impact on the ocean,” I commented.

“No worse than what we’re doing. This will stop the depletion of life in water and land and we’ll never have to pump out oil or cut down forest.”

Before I could say anything else, the already gray sky began to darken even more. I watched out a large bay window at the low clouds hanging over the ocean. They started to bulge heavily from horizon to horizon. Something was pushing through, so large that the clouds could not move past fast enough and seem to be squished into the ocean waters. At first I thought the lab we were in was sinking but then it came to me that the ocean was swelling. Like the clouds, the water displacement had not been quick enough and the bulge turned into a massive tidal-wave. I began to panic and backed away from the window.

“Don’t worry,” the man said, “this isn’t just a lab but a ship. I built it just for this.”

I watched as the tidal wave washed over the shore and swept us up. I grabbed onto a table as the room tilted and suddenly rose up the wave. We bobbed through the water then when I looked over to the man, there were controls and a wheel used for guiding the lab or ship. I moved back over to the window next to the man. The room still had a tilt and I could see that we were riding the tidal-wave. The wave must have been two-hundred feet high or more, but above it was a wall of alternating bronze and dark brown that ran from left to right until it curved out of sight. The top rose just above the tidal wave several hundred feet and curved back to the horizon.

“Here’s what you’re looking at,” said the man. He pointed to a monitor over to my right, hanging head high. At first I thought I was looking at a snake swimming through the water, but then I realized it was the alien creature. The picture was not pulled back far enough to see the entire being but I could see the head and part of its main body. It had a strong resemblance to Coast garter snake although the earth version has a green head, this creature had the orange and black colors and patterns from its head down the body. As its body slowly moved laterally in wave-like movements, each ripple it produced was a tidal wave.

I thought about the impact this was going to have on the coastal residents and wondered if people had been forewarned.

“Have the coast lines been evacuated?” I asked.

“No one has. I did not want the big corporations to get wind of this and try to shut me down,” he said.

“But people need to know about the tidal-waves and the military is going to flip out once they see this thing in the water,” I yelled at him.

He stayed calm and kept his focus on the creature and staying ahead of the tidal-wave. “The aliens disabled the military on every continent before they left. Right now my only concern is having the creature follow us so we can beach it along the coast.”

With the military gone and coast lines being hit by floods possibly miles into areas, the impact on world society was going to be devastating. This one man had made a judgment call that was going to place the world in chaos. It now dawned on me that the world would be coming to him for their needs since he had the only printer that could reconstruct the alien creature’s meat, for the world’s needs.

I turned and ran to the front of the ship out onto the open deck. I was hoping I could find land or a ship where I’d be able to contact someone that could help. Outside we were still sliding down the ever lasting tidal wave in front of the creature. It was only water and clouds as far as I could see and I stood there until I awoke.

Toady

During this night, I had three separate dreams, all on the same subject. My subconscious is pushing hard to get a message across.

Saturday, December 6, 2014
First dream;
I was starring in a comedy that ran two seasons, surprised in the dream that it lasted one episode. The show was about construction workers, mainly crane operators. As a half-hour comedy, the show aired for two seasons.
One day between shots, a co-star approached me. “I heard this is the last episode— we’ve been canceled.”
I had been leaning against an engine prop of a crane and shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m not surprised. I didn’t even expect the show to go past its pilot. I never thought it was that funny to begin with so, I’ve been preparing myself for this since then.”
I could tell he was upset over the news. The break ended and we returned to the set.

Second dream;
I was asleep in the bed when my phone rang, I looked over at the clock to see—it was 2:00 am.
“Hello,” I answered groggily. I heard my co-worker’s voice from the the other end.
“Hey William, does Virginia have toads?”
“Toads? You mean like frogs?”
“Yeah. I’m looking for a toad,” he said.
“Who’s calling so early?” my wife asked.
“A co-worker,” I informed her. She shook her head and got out of bed heading to the bathroom. I continued the conversation with my co-worker.
“Why are you asking?”
“I want a toad for a pet. Where can I find one?” he asked.
I could not believe he had awakened me for this; he sounded sober.
“Around creeks, ponds and ditches,” I snapped.
“Great, thank you!” he said excitedly and hung up. I set the phone down and went back to sleep.

Third dream;
I was carrying a five-gallon aquarium across the yard. Inside, I set up a terrarium for a toad and five of its tadpoles. The water sloshed around and suddenly all the tadpoles were propelled out. They fell into the grass, and I set the tank down in hopes of finding them. After some delicate searching, I found each one and replaced it back into the tank.

Copied, pasted then edited from; dreammoods.com
Being on TV suggests that there is something I want to broadcast to the whole world to express myself, (my blog)
A co-worker in my dream (that is not my coworker in life), pertains to some psychological business that I need to work on. (opening up more)
To see and hear the telephone (my subconscious) signifies I need to listen to a message. My co-worker, in this case real, places my focus on the subject (the toad).
A “toad” suggests that I am hiding my true self and should be obligated to opening up more to my audience. The tadpoles mean that I have not reached my full potential, keeping them all in an aquarium avoids changes, repeating or just running in circles. “Five” represents my need to take a new path. Spilling the tadpoles, (freed) and finding the slippery critters, “Don’t let this opportunity slip through your hands.”
In a nutshell: the message is directed to the part of “expandurmind” my followers see of me, a general audience, cautious, kind of guy. To really make myself and my blog grow, I need to expose the psychological darker side of my dreams, out-of-body experiences and me.