Nude at New Job

Even though I've been in my new city and in a new job for the last 2 weeks now, I dreamt that I was on the first day of a job in Denver (or somewhere along the front range). I was driving to and from an orientation in a Jeep and found it very difficult to drive. There were times when I was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at somethign else, and the car driving itself. When I noticed that this was going on, the Jeep began to swerve around the highway. It was almost Kit-like, ala Night Rider. I had no idea where I was going. I kept on barely missing other cars when they would abruptly stop at intersections. I was also naked, I came to realize- and when I arrived at work...I was still naked. Everyone reacted but it didn't appear to be a problem for anyone.

Ice Cube Tossing

My friend was feeding my ice cubes, three at a time, so I could toss them onto another friend who was still sleeping in her bed. She wasn't waking up so I decided to try to dump an entire tray on her, but in order to do that I would have had to get on the bed- which I wasn't sure was a good idea.

W

I had another politically-themed dream. Can't recall much of it outside of meeting president Bush. I met him in an informal setting and remember internally debating with myself whether or not it would be a good idea to bring up politics. I decided to talk politics but before I did, I thought it would be a good idea to talk about baseball first because, I understand, the man is a fan of baseball. Just before I spoke, I woke up.

Childhood Stomping Grounds

I was a block over, on "horsehill", where I used to be at during virtually all of my free time as a kid. There again, as an adult, but acting as a kid. Me and others were taking items from someone's lawn for some other unkown purpose. Careful not to get caught. It was dusk. Someone spotted us and we all scattered, just as we had 20 years ago. I hid in some nearby bushes. This wasn't a nightmare by any means, it was an enjoyable dream in that I got to reexperienced some of the exuberance of childhood mischief.

The Weirdest Dream

I was driving along someplace and got a call from an out of state number. Answering it, the lady on the phone introduced herself as a person working in an agency in Kansas City that helps kids who are addicted to crack to find homes. I found it particularly hard to keep my concentration on the road and the phone call at the same time, so I told her I’d call her back. I was approaching my home (in some new area I’ve never seen) when I got another call from what I assumed was another agency but looked at my cell phone to notice that there were no numbers listed- only an acronym: RAPE. I never answered. Later on in the dream, I got another call from another anonymous called only using an acronym to identify himself or herself.
I arrive home to my unfamiliar house at the end of a block I’ve never seen before, somewhere in the country. I noticed that across the street a new building was erected overnight. It was a 5-6 story tall building and made of all red brick. It looked like a newer version industrialized turn-of-the century factories. It had a dark and ominous presence. Next thing I recall, I enter the house and exited sometime later to see that the building has changed again. Now there is a large fence protecting it, stretching the entire circumference of the property. The building itself has grown taller too, and the bricks grew larger- the bricks themselves are the size of a door.
At this point, I get up the courage to investigate. Walked around the large fence to a small opening in it on the other side of the building. The property appeared kept but no one was in sight and no sign to give direction or outward indications of what this place was. I entered the building. Bare single-colored walls and corridors that changed directions constantly. Didn’t stay long at all and never figured out the intent of the building, though, nevertheless, somehow knew that it was serving a sinister motive.
Again, back to my place across the street and again, looking out my window at the complex only to this time see that the building has changed into a completely different design- something that resembled certain buildings in the Cabrini Green housing projects. Except now, there are people in and around the place, congregating where no one had been before. Had to walk, this time, in a veritable maze of fences to get into the inner portion, on the property. I noticed that the grass on the property was dead and pointed this out to those that were around me, mentioning the contrast between the green grass on the other side of the fence. Went around to the entrance to see people lining up to pray to a symbol of inherently evil provenance- representing, perhaps, a demagogue. After they paid homage, they slide down a slide---going where, I do not know. At this point I got another phone call and the number was TCP/IP. I somehow drew the conclusion that the people calling me were inside the building so I decided to answer…. and before they spoke, I told them that I’d never bow to them and they would never subvert me as they were doing the others. Last thing I remember, I was trying to convince people to not pray to this…stone looking object that almost looked like two hands being held together.

Just Strange

I was making out with and feeling-up a friend. If that wasn't strange enough, when I was done, I began to walk towards the stairwell to exit the apartment only to run into an endless procession of people walking down the same stairs. It was as though the entire building was being evacuated. I saw some kid I tempted with for one day in the crowd and he uttered something to me and I replied in kind- forgot what was said. Last thing I remember I was outside of the building and saw a dairy cow milling around, about 25 feet from where I stood. It charged and I sought safety atop some sort of sculpture.

Sinister Owner

Arduously loading rectangular metal things on to an assembly line. The objects went underground where someone else was doing something else to them. The owner of this place barked orders. I can't recall the precipitating events but it was known (to me) that he had murdered someone and was running a crooked business. He became aware that I knew this and personally drove me and another co-worker to "another job site"... but really drove us out to the country to leave us. I confronted him and demanded to be taken back into the city. He refused. I was holding a baseball bat and hit windshield of his car as it sped off.

Sketchy memories of this dream. I can't recall many details other than the murder, the driving me out to the country, the baseball bat and then the final thing I remember...

I was in my backyard and at the other end of where the "rectangular metal objects" (as referenced earlier) were being transported to. I saw no one, so I called them. They were German but spoke English. Never did find them.