Swimming in the City and a new Carvana

Somewhere in a city with friends- mostly women. I'm in an open air market/restaurant with bar tables and high stools. There is some sort of question/crisis as to what to do with their cars. It's raining heavily and I volunteer to drive them just a few blocks away to safety. I volunteer to help. The cars have turned into something that doesn't resemble a car and that can fit into my hand. The rain has changed from a downpour to a flood and I find myself in fast running flood waters. Nearly panicked, I can't quite reach the car lot and have noticed my feet are touching the bottom despite my best efforts. So, I drop the thing I'm carrying and burst up to the surface. I went back to the restaurant to do it all over again but this time I think I only pretended to take whatever to the parking lot. I showed off my swimming skills to them all.

Suddenly I'm in middle Appalachia. I see that there is an absolutely huge and unfinished structure being built. It looked like an overturned boat several thousand yards in  length and it was red. I was with others, maybe tourists. Upon closer inspection I noticed that cars and hay bales were being stored inside as though in some sort of weird Carvana. Another guy and I joked about what a bad idea this was for a business because we were in the middle of nowhere.

Swimming to Des Moines

A few days ago I had a dream where I was abroad a ship and wanted to go back home. I began to leave the group I was with an despite knowing that it would take bush-whacking over rough terrain and use of dead reckoning, I decided to go. Hiked through brush and over a crest and down the other side. I came to another (or the same) shoreline. Although, I had stumbled onto a docked luxury ship or some kind of well-to-do dock gathering that just wasn't part of my scene. I left, onto my journey and at some point realized I was headed to Des Moines, IA. I had to swim part of the way and in my dream's mind I visualized a map and it was of a Great Lake- the non-existent one that border Des Moines. I had traveled far and managed, somehow, to navigate the waters and land.

Forgotten Apartment

I had another apartment that I had forgotten about. There were still a few odds and ends left behind- older shorts, t-shirts. When I put them on again they reminded me (falsely) of having worn them before. Anyway, the apartment was in a more urban setting. Something had caused me to be there- although as I type this I'm not sure what. I spoke with neighbors about needing to cut the grass (suddenly the apartment has a lawn) and this stressed me out because I didn't have the time. I forgot that I had to go to work. Of course, all I'm wearing are old shorts and a t-shirt but I go anyway. When I arrive at work there is a client present, sitting at a kitchen table and my work schedule is a crosswalk schedule and is on a dry-erase board. Only, what's actually scheduled appear to be movie times. I show my supervisor that today, Wednesday = PG-13.It made no sense and I felt like cancelling the whole day.

Down River

I found myself walking/hiking down into a ravine. I came across a small river and decided to use a long piece of wood (that generally resembled a surf board) to paddle my way down stream. On my belly, I paddled with my hands and the river became wider and held standard traffic as an interstate would. The feeling was exhilarating and still- had the scenery that went with a river journey. I passed a semi. Around that time, a Native American woman wanted to talk with me at a the next rest area. She gave me a piece of paper where she had drawn a design and gave it to me.  I went to get it tattooed on me at the rest stop. The artist seemed to take forever to "give me an estimate". By then, my wife and friends were with me, anticipating the tattoo.

Climbing a Mountain and then the Serbs attack!

In my hometown and guiding an unknown friend up 16th street to the mountain resort. I told him of the unexpected surprise I had when I had been out to eat at a pizza place where, currently, there is an office building. Seems as though I had such a real memory for this pizza place that does not exist. It looked very inviting as well, with green neon illuminating the storefront. As we hiked up the street, the scenery changed from hometown-city-street to western- maybe Colorado or Wyoming. I explained to him that despite the height, that we were only half way there. When we reached the top, we would ride down with my other friends on the rapids.

Arrived at the peak and got a life preserver. Instead of getting on the rapids right away, we sat and talked with my friends from college. Some of my relatives were there too. Unknown peoples. Had a great time talking. For some reason, I had a small baggie of cocaine and began giving myself thumb bumps. After that, a girl from college came on to me and we made out.

Suddenly, I just had to get home. On a highway by myself and noticed black smoke ahead. I just knew that it was the Serbian civil war and a battle of this was taking place in Illinois. I wanted to chance it and see if they would let me through but they closed the highway. With others, holed up near a rest area, I plotted my escape to simply sneak through their front lines on foot, through the woods.

Wilderness

I was a part of a group hiking through a mountainous valley. I spied cougars before and recalled this fake memory in my dream. I thought I spotted bears or cougars far in the distance but there was noting to keep them from charging. I took a lead and grabbed a large staff and instructed people to follow me and stay in closed ranks for protection. Some followed and some did not. At some point, I remember being high, high up above the tree line looking down on the mountains and thinking to myself that I should scale back down carefully.

Hand Tattoo

I dreamed that I discovered that I had a tattoo on my right wrist and that it extended well onto the top of my right hand. This has been a theme in other dreams not documented where I have went overboard with a tattoo. During these dreams, as with this one, I immediately contemplated the implications of going to work with such a tattoo. In this particular dream, the tattoo looked like it was created to be intimidating and maybe done in a prison, or some place like that. I rolled down the cuff of my shirt and worried "this will never cover the tattoo".