Remembering & Trying to make sense of dreams...

I will lay down shortly, close eyes, and own mind will give me adventures that rival any theme park, and for free, it's called dreams or dreaming.

Buy morning, I will have flown airplane, revisited old faces from the past, maybe have been chased by mad zombie creatures, maybe have gone on dream date, maybe traveled to another planet and more.

All from the mind of dreams.

And or just creative imaginative mind theater which you can do before actually falling asleep.

Will start sharing more dreams again soon, just been a bit distracted as of late to record dreams after waking up.

Batman met their match, then morphed into Robin



'Jokers Wild'

Odd dream indeed in that Batman character met their match, got to cocky, they followed enemy into 'darkness', literally (it was a trap), then next thing you know scene morphs into, well imagine those under level cement parking garages, but this was like the bottom level, all grayish cement coated except for the metal railings.

The metal railings were painted black, and all over the place, had stairs that led up to the ceiling , but seemed to go no where accept to the ceiling where they leveled off into metal walkways.

Now imagine the black paint being singed, as if an inferno had engulfed the place, which made the black paint flaky, like when you take a torch to paint and it flakes.

You could tell that earlier the place they were in, and me there as an observe at first, had been singed, roasted and now batman, who morphed into Robin, was frustrated cause they couldn't get out, knew they were trapped, and making empty threats to their captor, all in vain.

Then I morphed into scene as myself maybe, or a calming agent to Robin, as Robin became more and more 'hobbit like' in demeanor, and more and more impatient.

Skipping story along, Robin finally morphed into a childhood friend of mine 'Ricky S', who ended up bolting through an open swing door that seemed to materialize out of nowhere.

I knew they were acting in haste as I watched them run down the large empty hall, but I knew danger lurked, I could tell it was yet another trap, and indeed it was, for as they were running down the hall...(and in dream it all felt very creep and dark)

But as they were running down the hall, and I still stood in singed parking garage area, a large creature came running out of adjecent side hall and gave chase.

I heard 'Ricky' scream, and yell, and I sank back into parking garage and could of went up some stair to another door, but chose to take shelter inside of what turned out to be the mans room, I entered and hid inside of stall...then here comes Ricky, as I feared, but another entered with them, and Ricky and the 'other' were on either side of me in their own stalls.

I never saw Ricky, but did see the other, who turned out to be another childhood friend of mine by the name of Mike F, (their father was a Doctor in real life), and this Mike Fro...was looking over divider not so much at me, but at Ricky on the other side of me, with a look of

'How dare you, shame on you, shame'...as if Ricky had done something terrible wrong.

And I just sat there and observed it all before dream faded.

Interesting note.

Yes, me and this Mike F did grow up together, as in classmates from K-12, but were never hang out pals, they were part of more elite social group, and other than this dream I have not had any reason to think of Mike F in over a decade, so not sure why they'd suddenly appear in dream with that scowl aimed at 'Ricky'.

Ricky was a grade beneath me, and him and Mike were totally apart of different social groups as well, so not sure why we'd all converge in that dream sequence.

All that being said it was a spooky dream and writing about it doesn't do it justice, you would of had to of been in dream to 'feel it'...

Since this dream, this same mild hood poodle has popped up in other dreams I've had since.'
I mean growing up we owned several dogs, but for some reason the only one that keeps popping up in dreams, in various forms and circumstances, is this white poodle named 'pepi', like a French name or something.

In dreams, always sad that didn't treat pepi better while young, pepi was tough, had to endure me and my pals, hikes, rough play and more.

I wish pepi or pepae the poodle was here now to help make sense of today's world for me.

Rest in peace pepi or pepae, but I'm sure you'll be back in my dreams again soon, like the other day when you either turned into a wolf, or a wolf turned into you, I forget.

Dreamed of co-worker, several actually

Dreamed of a former co-worker.

Odd dream, and if younger probably would of turned into a 'W' dream, but it didn't.

This former co-worker had the softest of white skin, I mean the type of 'white skin' before the sun gets a hold of it, that glowy phase of youthful white skin.
I was drawn to them from minute I saw them, in that they were young, yet made manager of certain area of company but only cause they were 'family' or related to owner, you know how that goes.

Affirmative action never did just affect 'B' folks, I mean from beginning of time people always have been elevated to positions they're under qualified to have simply do to 'relations'...but that's for another post in another section, now back to dream I had of them.

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Although they had the most perfect youthful White skin, and super cute face, and silver blonde hair, believe it or not they were not stuck up, and actually had a personality, is why I loved dealing with them, and they had the cutest smile, ______ charm type of smile, and I think they were Irish, and they had a sense of humor, and still think about them to this day, but not in the way dream depicted it, cause in dream, they looked even more perfect than they already did in real life, and it was dark, I was returning to 'yard' late, after dark, and giant wooden gate was locked, and everyone was gone, except them, it was a dream situation within a dream.

They had usual smiley smirk on their face, and were actually thinner, a bit smaller in dream than in real life, we joked a bit as usual, than I remember approaching them from behind and embracing them, like a squeeze, a friend squeeze, what people often did in high school, or maybe college, just that good ole 'friend squeeze', either you know what I'm talking about or to dishonest to admit you know what I'm talking about.

And that was only contact we had in dream, but that one long from behind embrace felt so 'deep', and needed, and was done in a way that didn't offend them.
It just felt long over do, was the mood of dream in that moment, as if they knew it, and I knew it, that squeeze from behind was long over do.

Then after that small talk began, and I remember thoughts began drifting a bit as I started complementing them on their looks, their loss of weight and more, and could of turned into more had another co-worker of mine hadn't been there or appeared, who also in their own way was 'Hollywood', but they're built more like a football player, so never saw them in same light as I did the blonde one.

Anyways, second former employee just began conversing business ideas to me that owners of company and them had discussed earlier, and during this time I just remember thinking to myself '3's a crowd'.

Then I had to leave, and it was around midnight, and I felt agitated, and didn't want to come in the next day at 6 am, and was complaining out loud, and 'flew' away, literally I took to the air and remember flying just above a bunch of power lines, thinking if not careful would get shocked.

Then dream faded into other stuff, some lady that reminded me of former High school gym teacher, miss Mel H, her crossed with Janet on 3's company and maybe even Pat Benator, that 80's rock singer lady, all three kind of combined to form a stubborn determined physically fit lady trying to escape from the Castle of a madman who was dressed more like a corporate type or politician, well lady kept getting caught, as smart as she was, and determined to escape, she always got caught, and her captor, this corporate man/dude, was patient with her until final attempt when she uttered some words, and dove into sewer or something and swam under the water and came up and out of water that surrounds castles, but then she got caught yet again.

And this time captor had here bound, and barefoot and made her stand atop some kind of platform which delivered mild electric shocks, and every time she'd bend over do to effect of electricity.

Then dream faded again into something else less meaningful and is why I can't remember anymore.

But the main thing I remembered after waking up was the young faced, smooth skinned, blonde former co-worker, and how attracted I was to not just their smooth silky white skin, but also their whole personality.

And again, it could of easily turned into a 'W' dream if I were younger, but it didn't.

Life is weird, and the subconscious mind works things out that we just have no control over, things we don't even want to dream about just come up and re arranged in ways that can shock us at times.

I do know in dream it was totally about personality and looks, and had little to do with gender of one with those attractive traits.

Again, I have no control over what I dream about, all I can do is describe after I wake up and try to figure out meaning to them.

Even had dream about a younger version of my Mother the night before, who was showing me around a house, that dream kind of made me sad in that in real life we no longer communicate.

I wish I could just heal the world at times, give people what they needed to feel whole, make everyone happy again, as long as their happiness didn't mean hurting others.

Short Navajo Indian

Real quick, want to jot down before dreams fade, will eleborate later time allowing (getting ready for work)

(last dream not the first is how will start)

Last dream, while carrying old white poodle use to own in arms, we heard knock on back door, and when went there, saw short, around 5' or so, stocky, Native American male in Biker type jacket.

At first their eyes were almost like zombie eyes, (dream could of turned nightmarish there but didn't), as approached this native American male, in biker type leather jacket and still like 'red', meaning very pure blood, with shoulder length black hair and feather earrings and beaded necklace and more, as approached, they begin explaining why there.

I guess they just got done 'OK corralling' some one, as in 'gun fight', and they were describing how it went.

I acted not scared, and instead asked 'Are you a bounty hunter or something'?

And their answer was slithery, in that to me just seemed like some old Indian type score settled with another, handled within Indian Nation sovereignty, (who knows).

I just thought it weird they were in the back yard of house I grew up in in Albion, WA, right there on Main St (yes, real place)

Then, like me, I begin to bore them with small talk, about how I to had Indian in me, yadda yadda yadda, they were not interested and instead lifted rear of white car and from there dream fades.

Before that, white poodle I keep dreaming about, we were in kitchen of same house, and I was looking for their favorite food in the pantry, but we couldn't find it, poodle could speak English, dog was talking to me, but it felt normal.

Poodle acted like my best friend, always so happy and optimistic, even though dog has been dead for years, which always makes such dream of former pet so very sad.

But it's like in my dreams I"m able to love the poodle dog 5 times more than did growing up, in that now, since older, I do appreciate how short and precious life is, even a dogs life....I just wish I had embraced that concept better when still in high school.

I miss that dog, obviously cause of all the pets had growing up, it re appears in dreams the most.
Gotta cut this short, but definitely wanted to note this 'day dream', before scooting off to work.

Dream, super women, or super gals, not really worthy of sharing cause can barely remember.

But in dream 2-3 super gals, or women, had powers to deflect those who 'are bad'.

Dream a blur, barely remember.

All I know is if a 'super woman or gal'...you have more power than you think, according to dream anyways.

Had one of those 'what is your true soxual intent or identity' type of dreams.

1. Ended up at the ground floor detached apartment of a male cashier I use to interact with long ago.
2. This male cashier would give off mixed signals as far as their soxual orientation, and were young enough, at the time anyways, to still have that smooth skin, lush hair college cute look.

In dream, (trying best to remember) ended up at their place searching for something I may or may not have left there, and while searching for item I may have or may not have left there, was observing the unique stuff they had in their place, but mainly collection of female shoes, they had boxes upon boxes of female shoes.



I had no problem with that, cause I to like female shoes, they're like 'art' to look at.

But later on I remember them sensing I was about to connect the soxual identity dots, and they got a bit hostile and were like.

'No, I"m not gay, or 'soft' or ext, I'm 100% male, in fact I have not one, but 2 girl friends over in China and ext"

Well they went on and on about shaming me in even thinking they were anything but 100% straight male, but all the while their actions and behavior did not indicate that they were 100% straight male.

1. They kept close to me, the way a woman does when she wants you to flirt, or hug, or playfully embrace. Their body language and their proximity to me this whole time more reminded me of dating when I was younger and how girlfriend would position herself close to you for romance, like urging you to 'make the first move' type of stuff.

2. And one time, as if they sensed I had a foot fetish or something, as I walked past them, they put their legs up a bit while on couch of fold out Futon, and as I walked by their foot touched zipper area of my pants and created some commotion, but they had look in their face that it was totally an accident.
But I knew deep down that no 100% straight male would do that.

So finally I just told them fine, you're not 'gay', sense that word seems to make you hostile, but maybe you're bi-soxual, or maybe you're 'fem', or just lonely or whatever.

After putting it that way, they seemed to calm down and think about it.

And in dream, I did find them attractive the whole time, cause they still had that smooth skin collegiate flush hair look, as they did in real life, thick lush golden brown hair, with large eyes, plush female type lips and so forth.

In other words I guess my dream of them reflected what I suspected in real life in that they were trying to walk both sides, but if ever asked them if they were, I"m sure they would of got hostile.

That being said, believe it or not, some of the most publicly homophobic types are indeed closet gay/lesbian ext, and they're hostile out of fear of someone finding out they themselves are what their community would frown upon, and so to protect what they sense they really are, know they are, in public they rail against it the loudest so no one will suspect them of being LGBTQ.

Anyways, had a lot of other dreams, but felt that one was only one with strong enough social implication to share.

The other dreams highly symbolic and wouldn't make much sense to others if I wrote them out.