The Little Things

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.

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Sin and Salvation in the Zombieverse

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.

A Class of Their Own

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.”

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.

Wonder in Alice Land

I dreamed that I was in a college class. It was the first day and it was really early in the morning (5 or 5:30- about the time my alarm was going off. I was worried about Jessica and I called a woman to ask about her. She was clearly put out at being called so early and she gave me three names to call. I already had one of them along with a phone number so I planned to call him later in the day.

In the class, there was a sexual harassment class everyone had to take. The teacher handed out info on it but he wasn’t teaching it. Then he told us we needed to write down a dream. I got excited and told him I kept a dream journal and could write them into a fantasy novel. I said I could call it Wonder in Alice Land.

Mornings

I had two dreams that I remember. Earlier in the night I dreamed that dad was living in a condo or apartment somewhere. I had gone to take a shower and these people came up though the parking garage and got in the shower with me. I was glaring at the mother and asking the kids for room. I was very uncomfortable because I was naked and I kept saying “you are in my shower!” but then I realized this was the community shower and wasn’t meant for anything but the pool/beach while you were clothed. So still naked I went inside but realized I didn’t have a key to get back in the condo. The woman told me to go into the hall and call dad. Fortunately he got off the elevator right when I got in the hall so I got a key from him.

Later I dreamed I was in a video call from work. It was very early in the morning so I was in the bedroom and my hair was a real mess. But everyone was really friendly and talking to each other’s family. Brian (my colleague) was upset because he was trying to fire someone and Elizabeth wanted to keep them. When I got done with the call, Michael sent me outside which was weird. I was on the front porch of the house I grew up in. But it had started to rain and was really comfortable so I sat down in the porch swing to eat my breakfast.

Knifey Knightmare

I had a horrible dream today. I was going to apply for a job selling knives to restaurants. I got to the interview and there was a large white snake there that not everyone could see. I had a weird tingling feeling all up and down my spine. I got into the interview and somehow I knew I was being set up (it’s almost like I had this dream before, but I don’t think I had.) When it came time for the mock sale, a man came in and set down with his knife set. Inside the case it was a mixture of knives and needles. He made it very clear that they were used to kill people. He talked about where to cut to kill someone fast. He made it sound like he was talking about butchering animals but I knew he meant people. My first job was helping them transport several sets of the knives across country. There was a big flatbed truck with many sets hidden in it. On the flatbed was other food. Each night we would stop and camp and they cooked meals. I wouldn’t eat the meat because I knew it was human meat. Eventually I tasted a piece and it was tough. The police stopped and searched us but didn’t find anything. After that I started smuggling drugs. Again the police kept almost finding things but didn’t. It was awful. I had a sucker that was laced with drugs. I wasn’t using them but just transporting them. The last thing before my alarm went off was I had gotten on a plane. I knew that was where I was either going to get caught or killed but I couldn’t stop the dream sequence. It was a terrible nightmare.