Following the Leader

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.

A Long Leash for Our Clients

I dreamed I was at work in a fancy new building, and there were six very important people coming for a visit. I’m not sure if they were clients or customers, but I was tasked with planning the visit. Elizabeth had talked to the receptionist (who I didn’t know) and put my name on the welcome board as chair of the “wall” committee which was apparently the job of getting the rooms ready. There was a huge conference room that wasn’t closed off but was open to the lobby, and there was a big table and a small table in it. I was waiting on a tablecloth to be added to the big table. When it finally got there, I started setting out food.  Evidently, we made our own brands of food. There were egg rolls and a tart/pie (kind of like the old McDonald’s apple pies.) They had sent some that had two versions – Before (wrapped) and After (unwrapped.) I had found some cute plates in the cabinets in the room and so was working on staging the food. There was also a french fry holder that was really cute but we didn’t have any fries. There were other people (who brought the table cloth) that were setting out fancy plates and silverware.

Meanwhile, the six people came in. It was five women and a man, and the man stayed in the other room. They were very brisk and in a hurry and they were early (before the room was ready.)  So I seated them somewhere else. In the meantime, we were supposed to be celebrating my old high school friend Alison’s birthday. Everyone was upset because I didn’t have time to do it and set up.  So they brought everything into that room. Sadly, the only thing that we had were these little cookie/cracker sticks in a can (kind of like the breadsticks at Newks) but they were dirty shapes like you might have at a bridal shower.  I couldn’t even find the gift I had for her.  And everyone was eating at the big table and I was worried it would get dirty before the clients came in.

Once that was over, I had to get copies of the call forwarding. The process hadn’t worked as designed, and so I was trying to get the list from the man in the other room. He was annoyed and trying to leave.  I gave everyone the dinner plans and they left. I was a little worried about the food I’d set out because now it was going to be cold for the next morning.

In the lobby, there were two elevators and two stairwells. Someone pointed out that if there was a fire in the lobby we would all be trapped, and I argued we could take the stairs. They said there was no outside exit. I argued, and so we walked to the bottom and it just emptied out into an indoor atrium fully enclosed.

When I went back up, it was time to leave. Buster was there and there were two ladies who said how cute he was. I asked if he was ready to leave and he started tearing around the lobby in circles.  I caught him as he almost went down the elevator with a man and pulled him back.  His leash was hanging in the other elevator wrapped around a blue wire.  When I pulled it down, the wire set off an alarm and the people at the desk were upset. They said they’d just gotten it fixed, but I asked why they wrapped the leash around it then.

Headbanging Zombies

Dylan had decided to play the drums in the band, and so he was trying to learn the drums.  For a part of this dream, I switched places with Dylan and so *I* was trying to learn the drums.  He was trying to learn on a metal drum of some sort – it didn’t look like a normal drum.  There was a pool party, and there was a ghost of some sort that was making people cut other people’s heads open.  I know for sure that Mr. Baker’s head and Mr. Harrison’s heads were cut, but there may have been others.  When they were cut open, it was a long slash from one side of their forehead to the other.  It could be covered with a baseball cap or hat.

I woke up for a few minutes, then went back to sleep, and the dream resumed.

There was someone else there – I believe it was my Mom. We were standing around, and there was a plate of sushi that included a sushi roll, but also two squiggly jello-like things.  One of the squiggly things was larger than the other.  I was eating the smaller squiggles, but I thought that the larger one (though it was meant to prevent nausea) was going to make me black out and perhaps cause me to cut people’s heads open!  She ate both, though, without consequence.

Later, Alex was getting ready to leave the house for lunch with friends.    A second car pulled up with a car full of boys (but they weren’t quite right – I thought they might have been zombies) and they were handing out boxes of oatmeal, and we determined this is what was causing the attacks.  Our friend Jimbo pulled into the driveway and yelled at them, saying “Never again!”  They pulled out, but he kept yelling and directed it at Alex, but Alex wouldn’t respond.  The boys in the car Alex was in were obviously not quite right either. They kept laughing at Jimbo, and when I asked, “Do you hear him?” They said that all he was saying was “Ribbit.”  They were wearing orange and blue sparkly lipstick.  I told Alex to get out of the car, and he shook his head and said no, so I told him I was taking his xbox.  I ran upstairs, looking for his car keys to take along the way – but I never found them. (we were in our old house in Annandale) When I got upstairs, I was trying to unhook the xbox.  He came up and agreed to stay in and not go to lunch.  I was very angry, but I knew about the oatmeal and hadn’t done anything about it, so I felt guilty about that.

The Red Barette #2 (Prom Edition)

I was Dylan’s sister in this dream, and he and I were going to go to prom together as friends/siblings.  The prom was scheduled in Chicago, and we were hearing on the news that Chicago was being taken over by zombies, so I didn’t want to go.  I had dressed up in a dress (though it was not a prom dress really) – it seemed rather plain and blue, with flowers on it I think.  It looked nice enough but wasn’t a formal dress.  I was wearing a red barrette, a red necklace, and red dangly earrings.  I was in a gym in the airport, and Geneyssa was there.  In this bathroom, I had put on my lipstick, and suddenly these other people that I didn’t know were using my lipstick, including a young man.

I was really uncomfortable going to Chicago, but Michael talked me into it and said it would be fine.  When we got there, Austin met us to pick us up, and he was smoking a cigarette.

There was an emergency contact list to call in case of zombies.

 

Mam-ma

As a bit of backstory: my grandmother Mam-ma is very sick, and has been having a series of health problems.  My Aunt Sandy, who has been disabled for years and years and is not in great health, has been taking care of her.  Clearly – this is weighing on my mind, waking and sleeping….

Last night, my dream began with going to see Mam-ma.  She was very, very thin and was so small that I could pick her up.  I had carried her to her chair*, and she was mostly just a head and torso, her legs and arms were so thin.

There were a number of people at Mam-ma and Sandy’s house.  (This was their old house on Kentwood Street.)  I wanted to take a shower, but there were lots of people around the room in which I was going to shower, so Aunt Sandy said I could use her bathroom.  Now, Sandy’s bathroom was very small in real life, and it didn’t actually have a shower in it – it was a half bath with a toilet and a sink.  In this dream, however, Sandy’s room didn’t have a bed at all*.  It had a chair, two showers, and a big pink bathtub that was very notable.

Before I took my shower, I was looking for clothes to wear.  I had a blue sweater, and I was looking for a dark blue shirt to wear with it.  I was having a hard time finding one, and was getting frustrated.

At some point – I think in Sandy’s room – there was a girl there who was friends with my friend Kathy J.  She was looking for something I think.  Later (in another dream?  later in this dream?) I saw her, and she had what she was looking for – it was a toolbox full of video games.  Her appearance looked different once she had found this toolbox, and I remember thinking how odd it was that having that could have made such a difference.

*The rest of the story?  While this may be a bit of a stretch, it could also be a bit of synchronicity.  Later in the day following the dream, I called and talked to Aunt Sandy to get an update on Mam-ma’s condition.  Last night, she was lying in bed and having trouble breathing.  She was in a lot of pain, and Sandy had to help her move to her chair where she is sleeping.  She is not very comfortable, and wants to be in her bed lying down, but is spending all of her time in a chair for the moment.

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Mam-ma, very thin

Sandy – no bed, chair, and two showers and pink tub

kitchen full of people shower in Sandy’s room

Kathy’s friend

toolbox of gamer stuff

appearance looked diff

Blue sweater – looking for blue shirt

Center Stage

I was at a Florida Georgia Line concert, and they were performing in the center of the stage, but there were two small groups of us (maybe 4 in each?) at tables on either side of the stage.  Someone was filming a video, and we were singing with the band.  I knew we didn’t look or sound great, but somehow the videographer made us seem great.  This was some kind of a ‘fan experience’ and was a lot of fun.  I left and went into the parking garage and was going to go to the bathroom, and there was a girl there.  She was drunk and passed out.  I said I would give her a ride after I went to the bathroom.  When I went to the bathroom, I got her some water from the fountain (the water fountains were strange – they had mushroom shapes and sprayed the water really far.)  But I managed to fill up a water bottle.  When I came back, I gave her the water and said I just wanted to see the end of the show.  I started to walk back inside, but then it ended.  Security was shepherding people out, and they were yelling “Stay between the blue lines” and there was no way I could get back in.  I was very sad, and started to take her to the car, and then Florida Georgia Line came out in the crowd.  BK grabbed my arm (Tyler was right behind him) and said thank you for taking care of her.  They wanted to check on us, and they walked us to the car.

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FL GA Line

video singing w/

girl in garage

came out, gave water

offered ride to girl

wanted to see end – yelling blue lines – but they came out and checked on us and walked to the car.

Honduras Bound

We were going on the Honduras Medical Mission.  There was a private plane.  Michael was going to go but didn’t at the last minute.  The kids were also supposed to go but they had backed out a few months before because there were too many people.

The private plane was smooth – so smooth I couldn’t tell when we took off.There were 2 men I didn’t know.  The first one owned the plane and was very friendly.  Most of us were around the table chatting.  One guy was in a chair to the side with his hands wrapped.  He didn’t want to touch or talk to anyone.  I wondered why on earth he wanted to go on the mission trip.

When we landed, a lady on the plane worked with customs and was trying to smooth the way.  I took some spinach and artichoke dip on a huge bite of bred and was eating as I walked off.

I was making sure everyone got through customs.  A group of young men/boys were with us, and they got pulled to customs for a drinking/alcohol screen. They all came out but were freaking out because they didn’t know where one guy was.  I was trying to call George to see if he already cleared security, but they wouldn’t wait and they forced their way back into the back room.  I was sure they would be arrested and sure enough, George answered and the other guy was already through security.  George pulled up in a car (inside the airport) and the boys came running out.  I yelled “Get in the car now!”  The airport security didn’t bother me.  I had 2 suitcases – the blue and red carryons plus a laptop bag.  I started gathering my stuff up.  Then I took this stuffed animal pillow that didn’t belong to me.  I started to put it back, but then the guy who owned the plane said I should take it because he had touched it.  It was purple.  (There was another one like it that was green.)  There was some confusion about which one he had touched.  I said after the trip, I would donate it to the group he normally donates to.  George came back and I put everything in the trunk.