A blog designated to journaling my dreams.
I was in the middle of some urban area and darted from a concrete island in the center of the road to the other side, under an onramp. The people I had left behind finally caught up to me and let me in their car. There was this knockout of a blonde woman among them and we made out while others entered and left the car.
I was driving in my car, in the snow, to someplace in the country. Lots of traffic for a country road. My car was bottoming out and I knew it would get stuck. It did. I had to leave it. The good news was that other people were stuck as well. I noticed they were all getting their sleds out and sledding down a nearby highway. I did the same. I worried that I was completely abandoning my car. Some driver-turn-sledder and I discussed the advantages and disadvantages of sledding the intended way versus backwards-- in this particular situation. I think we debated this because I was using a sled that my older sister had and used when we were kids- a sled that did slide more effectively if turned around.
Can't explain it, but then I became a giant and walked out of the snow. Each stride I took was probably a mile. The earth looked like some hobbyist's model of a countryside. I remember walking "home" (not sure where that was) and then walking to Denver which didn't take any time at all. Once in Denver I remember having to do something for my dad. I can't remember what it involved. I shrunk the normal size. I accepted hundreds of dollars from my dad-all rolled up, mashed up bills (some over 100 years old) and was told to go buy something. I can't remember what.
I dreampt that my little brother and I (or possibly a childhood friend) were playing "guns" in some form of hide and seek in the neighborhood park. Much like versions of Doom and Wolfenstein, every so often i'd be running around and find myself with a new weapon. At one point I had little wooden whistles that, when used, launched a razor blade projectile at very high speeds. After trying this, I notied that my brother had a shotgun...and I ran really fast only to call for a time out. He showed me that it held 8 shells and I suggested that we stop playing.
*Addendum* The previous night I had done a session with a family before their first scheduled visit with their two daughters; and went into some detail about guns and confrontations with an ex husband.
We then went to one of our neighbor's house at the end of our street that we grew up on. It wasn't occupied by a young couple anymore but by a 30 something woman who happened to be throwing a party when we arrived. We were invited in. I remember sitting down and thinking I didn't belong there. Then I woke up.
I was watching a TV that was hung up and suspended to the ceiling just as my bike was in the garage of my childhood home. In fact, this place resembled a clean garage. Wasn't brightly lit but everyone seemed to enjoy the Cubs game that was on and the commentary besides. I had baseball bat and it broke. Had the feeling that I could just rummage through other areas of this garage and find another, though. Maria was in this dream, so was family.
I was transporting a girl to her foster family when we stopped at a Menards. The girl was disturbed in some way and was seeking any adult within hearshot to process her issues with her. A clerk in the store knew her case and told me that her parents were vampires and this was why DHS had placed her out of the home. As evidence, he held up two pieces of cheese that they bit and left their fang slashes on. This was to be used as collateral evidence in the termination of parental rights hearing. Meanwhile, I had found a box that i was running around the store with, along with a friend, Stefan. I then used the box as a pogo stick until it was crushed. I felt guilty for not attending to my client's crisis.
