I dreamed that I was traveling and had come back to work. The office was set up kind of like the Opinion Center – in the mall and you walk in the front and into a long hall with doors along the right side. I was wearing a pantsuit and some black high-heeled sandals that made me look really thin. There was a woman visiting, and I went next door and told them she needed to buy yellow shoes and they should give her high heels. I said I wanted flats, so they gave me yellow striped socks. When the woman walked in, she wanted the striped socks too. We made plans to go to dinner, and she left to get her things. Then suddenly I heard blood curdling screams. I ran back into the office, and James (from the church) was there mopping the floors. I asked if the screams had come from in there, and he didn’t know. I was sure she was being murdered and I was afraid to go look. I woke up.
When I went back to sleep, I was in my childhood home in Halfway. I was asleep in my mom and dad’s bedroom, and Shirley’s dog was in the bed with me. She started barking like crazy and I looked out the window. There were headlights and cars overturned in the yard. I thought I was going to be shot. I called 911, and I realized I didn’t know their address anymore, but they knew where I was calling from. They said everything was safe now, and I looked and the dog had stopped barking, so I figured it must be. I wondered where Shirley was and if she was the one who had been murdered in my last dream.
I had a really detailed dream. I was a part of a family… maybe a royal family. We lived on a large farm. One day several of us got sucked into an alternate universe and there was a game/challenge for us to get back. There were different levels to pass through and they were tricky. If you missed a clue, you might be able to proceed but then it would cause problems later. Once we got to the end, we thought we had missed something critical but then the game masters held up a sign or something that morphed our players into a question mark. We realized that our strength was when we were all together as a family and not divided, so we agreed to go home. One sister had bonded with another girl who was her sister in this alternate universe and she didn’t want to leave. We made her, and at the last second she grabbed her and brought the alternate sister back with her. All of us were down in the basement except for those two and our parents. Those who had just traveled had been wiped out and needed to recover. We were all lying in the floor of the basement. Our oldest brothers who had not traveled said they needed to seal all the entrances to the basement, so they left and we locked the doors at the top of the stairs, although we could see out. But while they were gone, our sister and the alternate sister slid down a chute that was one of the entrances our brothers went to block. We grabbed alternate sister and dragged her up the stairs and it really upset our sister. We couldn’t get out though because we locked the door. I’m not sure how we got out of that situation, but then we were outside watching the farming. There was a little boy on a little tractor helping his dad. They left an area of the field to mow for this little boy and it was very cute. I was walking out in the field with someone else who worked for the king. We saw something blue in the field and walked over to see what it was, and it was a portal from the other world. They were blue squares and many of them popped up. We started running back to our own portals to get back to the castle to earn everyone, but we couldn’t outrun us and they grabbed our legs and prevented us from getting back. Then I woke up.
This morning right before I woke up, I had a strange dream. Michael and I had both traveled somewhere for work. I was dealing with a change in process for coding invoices. The GL code was changing, and there was a problem that was going to affect someone’s paycheck. Once we got that sorted out, we met back at the hotel to check in.
This is where it got weird. The hotel was a boutique hotel. It was the only one that had available rooms, and we knew it was going to be weird because they made us book separate rooms.
Michael was on the fifth floor, and I was on the top floor. They called them by weird names. Like mine was the rooftop room XXX. When we checked in, it was an old couple who owned the place. The woman explained that men and women had to stay in separate rooms and sex wasn’t allowed.
Then she went over to the sink and started preparing pitchers of iced tea and lemonade. Her husband said that she made the best lemonade and that it was an old recipe really hard to find.
The husband explained that on Michael’s floor, certain rooms received “visitors” (not for sex, of course) but apparently everything but. I was very unhappy by this. They said that new laws were being passed that would limit this, and Michael suggested they just stop doing that.
We went to our separate rooms, and were told to be very quiet. I got to my room, and the door didn’t shut all the way – there was a large crack in it. I changed clothes and turned on the tv, and there was a movie playing that I had wanted to see called “The small things” or something like that.
I dreamed that we somehow entered an alternative universe. All the same people were there but without our memories. Donna was there. I dreamed that we were sitting in a large stadium and something was happening where people were being judged. In order to be spared, you had to have a yellow flag. Everyone I knew and respected was not being saved. The man I unfriended from Facebook was there and he was saved but his wife was not. She went down and was protesting and disputing and we told him “Don’t worry. We’ll save her.” One of my friend’s figured out that when they asked if you were guilty of anything, instead of standing up, you had to stay seated. Of course it was a lie because we are all guilty of something. But when we did that something flew over and gave us little yellow flags. We were the last three to be saved As we were leaving the stadium we didn’t know where to go but decided to go into a park. We were walking out and wondered where all the guilty people were. We saw large lumpy bags and assumed they were killed and put in the bags. In the park there were two zombies slowly following us at a distance. It’s like they knew we were frauds. My friend (a male I don’t know irl) and I had gotten pretty far ahead by getting off the path but my friend Marie was pushing the baby carriage and had to stay on the curvy sidewalk. The female zombie started attacking her so we went back. I was sitting in a wheelchair suddenly but had a purse. I was swinging the purse at her but it wasn’t helping. The male zombie grabbed the purse and started pulling me away. I grabbed a curtain rod (not sure where it came from since we were outside) and killed him by bashing his head with the curtain rod. Then the guy and I killed the woman zombie the same way. I woke up the , but with a feeling of being lost and no plans for a happy future.
I dreamed that my friends were a part of an xbox criminal scheme where there were stolen sim cards. When busted we escaped and ran away while someone else distracted the police. We were inside a house kind of like granny’s and someone kept looking out the window into the alley.
Then mom and I went to Vegas. As we were walking into the hotel she said she booked us in a Disney hotel for the first night as a treat. As we walked in, we passed Sandy being wheeled by in a hospital bed and pretended not to see her. Mom said that she didn’t know she was going to be here and we only had one day so we weren’t going to give that up.
Then we got to the room and mom laid down to take a nap. I looked out the window and saw scenes that kept changing. At first it was the courtyard of an apartment building with an old friend of mine Kristie swimming in a pond. Then it switched to a game room in her apartment complex then to the convenience store. She was talking about how great it was to live there.
Then the dream switched and I was there with a bunch of friends including Brent. We sent for our bags and I was poor but still trying to tip. They had a suggested tip scale that said we should tip $5 for an umbrella. We had a suitcase, a duffel bag and a cake. I tipped $6. Then there was a problem with the room so we switched to another room. In that room someone was trying to fill up the bath tub and said that the water wasn’t getting cold. I went in and it was fine they just had to wait a minute plus there was a hot griddle in the tub. We ordered room service and it came up with our luggage and it was two huge sandwiches. I was eating meat off of them with my fingers and my old school mate Stephanie was eating it with a fork. I went into the old room (suite- they all had several rooms) and was trying to pick it up. Everyone had left stuff there including an xbox so I couldn’t carry everything and had to go back to get them to come clean up.
I dreamed that I was in school. There was a class dealing with a dead body and I kept trying to do what needed to be done and no one else would help. I got so mad and started yelling about it and refused to touch it again. But I had pulled it down on the table or coffin and no one would even support it’s head.
People were signing up for a dance class that my mom was teaching. She gave them each the option to perform at the end or not to perform- there were three choices. They were concerned about what they would wear and mom promised to help them find something suitable. Apparently her sister Shelly had been a dance teacher and so they thought she would come out of retirement to help but she said no. I assured them that if anyone could figure it out and help them it was mom.
We were continuing to sign up for classes and this cute guy knew me but I didn’t know him. He said “let’s see what Amelia picks.”
I had an amazingly complex and vivid dream. I lived in another world that was similar to ours but far more advanced. There was a tribe, for lack of a better word, that was segregated from the rest of the world. A woman I work with (a project manager) was working on a project to try to integrate them, and a part of that plan was to somehow connect them with a legendary leader. However she hadn’t had any luck connecting with this leader. She didn’t want to listen to any of my ideas and was very hard to work with.
This leader had the ability to shape shift and change appearances but most commonly in recent times he appeared by some name with the word “white” in it that I can’t remember now. He was a large white man who wore a mask but had something weird about one jaw (like a fake gold jaw maybe?) He looked like a villain but wasn’t especially considered to be good or evil.
A new person came in to lead a project and was a lot more open to answering my questions and trying to brainstorm. She got really angry and stormed out saying she was doing more than just paying someone to come participate in a study. That was a jab at me but I wasn’t doing it for an incentive- I was just really interested.
The man explained to me that this leader could relate to the tribe because he might first come in with purple skin, but then if he noticed that blue eyes were especially admired, he could have vivid blue eyes on the next visit. He used the example of blue eyes several times throughout the discussion.
In our society, we clearly had technology because we could see this tribe and their village. I don’t know if it was a satellite image or a live feed but it was pretty clear imaging.
As the man and I started to leave, the leader appeared in the hallway. There was someone else with him but I was so focused on his appearance that I don’t remember who else was there. He began walking down the hall with us and planning how to go to the tribe. He shifted shapes a few times and at one point appeared as a younger version of the man I had been working with, holding a baby. The man became upset and yelled at him not to touch the child. This leader laughed and returned to his previous shape.
It didn’t occur to me to ask why he suddenly decided to work with us, but I felt as though the woman’s unwillingness to collaborate had something to do with it.