The One With the Rude Lady at the Convention

I was at some sort of work-related convention at a huge center.  I was in the main lobby area trying to figure when I was supposed to go into the big room was where all the action currently was, but was at the moment filled with Japanese businessmen.  The announcer was speaking English, however, because I heard him say sarcastically, "Wow, look at the big orange gay pride flag..." but it was actually a confederate flag hanging up.  They were going to drive a car up a ramp through the flag like the Dukes of Hazard.  

The entrance was cordoned off and they were taking tickets from people when it was their turn to come in.  Tim H. from MM walked past me because it was his time to go in, and he took a bowling ball like everyone else was doing before going in, and rolled it up a two-railed track.  A ticket person said, "oh, so close."  It was like bocce where you had to roll your ball hard enough to knock someone out of place without going too far. 

Still trying to figure out my time, I figured I needed to have lunch first because my session must be after lunch.  The lunch area was a gigantic buffet with themed sections.  I walked by an Italian section that had various slices of pizza and spaghetti, and came to a Mexican section that had eggplant flatbread that looked good (Mexican? dream logic).  I went to get a tray, but the trays were all edible and there were multiples to choose from.  I think I chose an eggplant flatbread tray (again, dream logic) and went to get my eggplant flatbread, which had like 3 lengthwise slices of eggplant and cheese on each bread.  The lady before me had taken hers and was scraping one more slice of eggplant off the last flatbread (the one I wanted).  I said, "Thanks for taking toppings off the last piece of flatbread that I wanted."  She turned and she looked familiar.  I said, "Hey, I've yelled at you for something similar in the past, haven't I?"  She smirked and said, "Yeah you have.  Too bad."  She turned and walked away.  I was bummed but a person that was working the buffet came up to me and asked "Bet you didn't know you could ask for artisan cheese from the farmer's market." and she had a spatula of another piece of eggplant with special cheese that she put on the bread to replace the stolen piece.  I thanked her and took my food to the sitting area.

Unfortunately, the sitting area was several floors down from the buffet and all of a sudden my arms were full with my tray and shopping bags.  With full arms, I tried navigating between people in crowded areas and the stairs had people just sitting there or standing in the way.  A lady helped me get through one area and I said, "Thank you for being the only person that offered to help me this whole time!"  She replied, "Thank you for accepting my help without (I can't remember what she said here exactly but I think it was like 'grabbing onto me'); we understand each other!  Have a great week, great day!"  I kept trying to go down to the sitting area and she followed me.  I finally got to this place where I could go down, but it was big steps down into these terraced planters with no plants, just dirt.  I jumped down two levels, and the lady who helped me who was still above me said, "You DIDN'T just do that!" and laughed.  That's when I woke up.

The One With the Office Space for Lease

I was speaking with Irene, who was telling me that she is leaving a building that she was leasing and that it would be a good place for me to expand into as a second location for my business.  When I asked where it was, she gave me the name of a town in Connecticut but I had never heard of it and had no idea where in the state it might be.  I told her as much, and she said "It's near xxxx, and xxxx."  I don't remember the names of the towns but they were also ones that I had never heard of.  I looked it up on my phone and it was in the middle of nowhere, about an hour from the office I currently work out of.

We took a drive out there in separate cars, and you had to drive over a covered bridge, then had to drive through the hallway of a big barn with business on either side of the hall, then down a small road that ended in a tiny cul-de-sac and little parking lot.  The parking lot was for the building where her office was.  There was at least one other small business in the building, which was about the size of a medium-sized house.  

I decided it was too far away and wouldn't be much benefit.  I got into my car and put much socks on (for some reason I had taken them off), stepped out of the car briefly before I realized I had left the car in reverse and it started slowly backing up.  I jumped in and stopped it not long before it would have backed into the building.  

I turned around in the cul-de-sac, although a woman driving a Reminder car was coming down the small road at that point and stopped to talk to a woman who was walking, but she moved out of the way when she saw me trying to get by.

I put on Waze to get home, drove up the little road, through the barn and looked to my left and saw the road leading down to the water.  I came up sooner than I expected, so I had to back up and turn out.  I was driving down toward the bridge when Waze said, "In xxx feet, resurface.  Then we'll walk.  It will take one month."  I realized I wasn't heading to the bridge but to a wide hiking trail (probably a former road) that was partially flooded.  I turned around and started driving back to the barn but that's when I woke up.

The One With The Stunt Buddy

I dreamed that I was outside with some people, perhaps at a party or some other gathering.  At one point, there was a mist/miasma in the air that made you somewhat buoyant and I was able to pretty easily do a backflip.  Tricia and Justin from the tricking gym were a bit away practicing kicks and stuff when I yelled over to get their attention to show them, but then the scene changed.

Next, we were on a street and there was a car accident.  It was a strange mix of real life and not --- the car accident was real but also a stunt at the same time.  We were talking about it when suddenly Tricia started screaming because one guy from the car accident started shooting the other driver.  Somehow I knew that the one being shot was the "badder" of the two.  The was on all fours, crawling away, but had a gun at his hip.  The other guy looked like he was shooting him in the rear end.

Next I know there was a second car accident and somehow Tricia was involved.  I don't know if she was driving or a pedestrian but she was lying on her back in the road.  I ran over and said that I knew first aid and asked where she was hurt.  That's when I woke up. 

Background:  Tricia in real life recently performed some stunts where she was both hit by a car and was in car accidents.

The One Where I Get to Hug Wil Goodbye

In real life, my friend Wil recently died suddenly and I did not get to say goodbye, and his funeral was family-only.

In the dream, we were standing in an open field playing catch with a wiffle ball.  He was throwing the ball firmly and directly to me and I was catching it easily with one hand.  I was throwing it back in a little more complicated ways, but he also caught the ball; we didn't drop it once.

Eventually, I realized that he had died, and that it was a dream.  I ran to him and gave him a big hug and woke up crying, but feeling a bit happy that in some way I got to hug him goodbye.

The One With The High School Reunion

I was in a hotel or conference center or mall when I started seeing a bunch of people I used to go to high school with.  I asked someone what was going on and it turns out that TC had sent an email to like half the school about some kind of event.  Somehow, the other half of the school found out and showed up anyway.  Some of asked the group, "Who wasn't invited by T?" and a whole bunch of people raised their hands.  

The event was related to Martial Arts tricking, which T had been doing.  I remember asking "She's doing my stuff now?"  At the end of the dream I started "sparring" with her, but we weren't making contact (yet) but in my mind I was fully preparing to kick the crap out of her.  

About half the people were actual people from real life high school, like LM, MS...

There was a guy who I didn't remember.  He had a lot of scars on his elbows and forearms like he had cut himself a long time ago.  There were also cuts in the side of a mountain and he had planted flowers in the cuts that made words, but only some of them made sense, the others were gibberish.  It was like how some people use tattoos to turn scars into something beautiful.  He was kind of upset and offended that I didn't remember him, as were some other people.  

He kept calling me either a blend of the words "Jin" or "Chink" or he kept swapping between the two.  I grabbed him by the hair and told him to stop saying that word, but he didn't really know what he was saying.  Someone had to look it up and explain to him that it was like the N word for Chinese people but there was an online definition (like Urban Dictionary) that referred to degrees of pressure while jerking off.  

He said "Oh my god, I didn't know." and was apologetic.

I ended up throwing a cup full of ice and water on a woman that I actually didn't recognize but knew was part of the popular girl clique.  

The One With the Photoshoot and the Problematic Model

I was trying to take some photos of a woman I know named Mariel but her name in the dream was Anna.  I had my DSLR and we were in a sun room of a house I didn't recognize, but three sides of the room were large windows with blinds that were open to let the light in.

Anna was horrible at taking direction - she couldn't (or wouldn't) do what I was asking her to do, like turn her head in a certain direction, or adjust the position of her arms or shoulders.  I even tried posing her like a Barbie doll and she wouldn't hold that either.  I'd fix one thing, move on to the next, and she'd move the first thing I had fixed.

At one point there was a guy there (maybe a guy I know named Otavio) who was going to be in some shots with her.  He was sitting at a table near a window in front of a typewriter and she was supposed to look over his shoulder at what he was doing, or out the window pensively, but she wouldn't look in the right direction.

There was also another woman that I believe was a coworker or something, and she looked like Victoria Beckham, and we were both wearing large Anna Wintour style sunglasses and we had taken them off at one point while adjusting the scene and we had switched them by mistake.  I put hers on but they were too big, but then when I put mine on, she said that mine were too big and that I needed smaller ones (which is true, I need small frames for my face shape in real life and it's always a struggle finding them).

While adjusting the scene, we found that the "typewriter" was simply a stack of thin books (like that wouldn't have shown up in a photo).

Also at one point, we were trying to take photos on the street in a big city that looked like maybe New York, and a drag queen walked by and wanted me to take some photos with his disposable camera but then he walked away and just expected us to get the photos to him.

The One Where I Was the Musical Comedy Act, of Sorts.

I was in a restaurant and it was time for me to head downstairs to the first floor to the bar section where I was an act of sorts.  I went downstairs and sat at the piano, but I had a guitar.  There was one older gentleman with gray hair, he was balding, and had glasses.  I don't remember seeing a computer or laptop, but I got the impression that he was working somehow.

My thing was I was going to play somewhat funny music.  In the dream, I was about as good at the guitar as I am in real life, which means I only know a few chords and struggle with timely transitions.  I said that I was very good at guitar (obviously being sarcastic) and that I could "learn him" how to play guitar if he wanted.

I started playing the Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel but the lyrics were made up on the fly about how I hit an old woman with my car.  She had her hair up in one of those tiny buns on the top of her head and it left that shape in the side of my car when I hit her. 

The old gentleman found that somewhat amusing, so I kept the subject on her and would sometimes stop of make comments, like how some old lady's hair looks nice but when you go to touch it, it's wiry and rough.  At that, he laughed and nodded like I knew exactly what I was talking about.

I finished that song and asked him what I thought, and he joked that I was going to have to "learn him" how to play the guitar like that some time.  I mentioned that I was making up lyrics on the fly, and a nearby waitress chimed in with some lyric suggestions that I don't recall.  I started talking with her and I woke up.

The One with the Jogging, Mushrooms and Paparazzi Photo

I was jogging in a residential neighborhood with a client of mine who is a runner.  In real life, it has been raining a lot, so there have been a lot of mushrooms lately, which I love looking for and taking photos of.  

So as we were jogging, we were seeing them on people's lawns, including some really nice chanterelles, and I had to stop to take some photos, even though I felt bad for pausing the jogging.

I don't remember how the two parts were connected, but then it came up that a friend of mine (Garrett) had been involved in something of a scandal, because a photo had been taken of him -- I don't remember for sure, but I think he was buying drugs, and I seem to recall it was at a place like the Boatslip in Provincetown.  

The photo was black and white and old looking, and reminded me of the photo of Jack in the Shining at the end. 

The One at the Mall

I dreamed that I was at a pretty large mall.  I went to a pet store that had tiny giraffes in the bird area and little frogs outside of tanks that would lose their legs if you picked them up.  I picked one up and a leg came off, and then another before I put it back.  Then after that I saw a sign that said not to pick up the frogs.

There was another area where they kept bringing out animals to interact with.  First there was a baby goat, so I got down on all fours and it climbed on my back.  At this point, my friend Mark met me at the store.  Then a woman dressed and made up like Marilyn Monroe brought out a lizard that looked like a baby alligator as it raced over to me, but then changed into more of a small gila monster.  At first it looked aggressive, but when I pet it, it became very affectionate like a cat.

Later I was in a restaurant or pub that had this weird bicycle looking thing and if you pulled a ring on a chain, it would open a gate into a secret section that was sort of like a cross between a game and escape room.  It was like a car with a video screen.  I "drove" the car into an area that had fire on the video screen and had to find stuff to put into funnel-like receptacles to put it out.  

A couple of kids came in while I was doing it, and they were trying to play it with me. 

Then I woke up.

The One With The Fruit Hulling Job

 I had gotten a new job at a fruit processing place or was possibly just touring it, and I was learning from a woman who ran a machine that processed strawberries and raspberries.

You'd take a fruit from the left, put it in the machine, and an arm would come down and scoop off the top (for both the strawberries and the raspberries).  All the strawberries seemed to be the same size (very large - like almost green pepper size), and you'd send them along on one conveyor.

The raspberries, however, had to be sorted by size.  There were 5 raspberries of different sizes as examples and you'd match yours up and send it down one of the 5 conveyors. She'd take the fruit, have it hulled and hand it to me to sort.

At one point, I noticed that she was wearing a face mask but I had forgotten mine, so I went to grab it and came back.

One of the strawberries was too big, and the arm would miss (doesn't make sense, I know).  The woman said, "Don't move the strawberry toward the arm.  Let it miss and you'll get an error code.  'B', no wait, 'G'.  Yeah, 'G', and that means 'Beetsey'".  I asked, "Beetsey?".  She responded, "Yup!  Look it up!".

She moved to the side and let me do both parts, and I noticed that while she was wearing a face mask, she was coughing and sucking on a cough drop.  I asked her if she was OK and she said, "I feel good, but I have this cough."  I told her she should tell her boss and she said, "Yeah..." 

And then I woke up.

The One on the Tropical Vacation

Jose and I went on vacation to some tropical location.  We were walking along the beach and I wore my new Earthrunners sandals.  There was a hole in the sand, and when I looked inside, there were these interesting clams that had multicolored stripes on their shells and large clam beards.  When I picked one up, there was a label on them that said "Shrimp Clams".  

A guy walked by with his wife and young boy and was asking me what I was looking at, but he only spoke Spanish.  I didn't know the word for clam so I said "camarones clams" and asked Jose what the word for clam was and he said, but I don't remember what it was.  

Then the guy asked us for our opinion on which of two sunglasses he had we liked better.  There was one pair that had white mirrored lenses but the eye frames were too far apart for his face.  The other had amber lenses and looked better but the frames were too narrow and kind of made him look cross eyed.  I told him I liked the white ones better.

I took my sandals off and waded in the water for a bit, which was super warm, and then realized my sandals were supposed to be good in the water so I tried wading while having them on.

We wanted to take a photo near a sign near the beach, but there were a ton of people hanging around it, so we ended up going onto a stairwell to take a photo there, and then man with the glasses and two other guys came to take the photo with us.  We never took the photo because his wife and kid went downstairs into a lower level where shops were to go to the bathroom and we were waiting for them.  An older couple who were waiting for us to move (although I thought they were just hanging out on the stairs like a lot of people were) to go downstairs got a little frustrated and the wife said "let's just go down this way instead" and I apologized because I didn't know they wanted to get by, and they should've just said something.

I vaguely remember walking around a store, looking for the bathroom (I had to pee in real life) but the only "bathrooms" where these big tables you sat at that had holes in the side that you peed into.  What women did I have no idea.

Next thing I remember we were at a restaurant and Alexa was sitting to my right - she came along on the vacation with us.  At one point we were looking at her iPad and a photo came up of her lying her back with her lifting up her waistband, like a teasing photo like she was going to take a sexy picture.  She took the iPad back quickly because she didn't realize it would come up and she was a little embarrassed but only because the guys that wanted to take the photo with us were at the table with us too.

On my iPad there was a photo that she must've photoshopped and added to my iPad as a joke - it was her with an erect penis and she was holding onto it like she was masturbating but was crying - it was supposed to be "how'd I get this?"  I was asking her how she got it onto my iPad - did she guess my passcode or had I left it unlocked (the latter was true in this case).  I asked her to take it off and she did so by tearing off a paper card at the back of my iPad with the photo on it.  While we were on the trip, I had this like paper cardboard cover put on my iPad (maybe from the resort) and I noticed there were two more that were put over the original one.  

That's when I woke up and immediately texted Alexa about the photoshopped pic.

The One With The Frog Dissections

I have a class today on instrument-assisted soft tissue mobilization (IASTM) and last night I had a nightmare where I was in class but we had to do frog dissections. 

We were given tadpoles that were frozen and we had to reconstitute them by pouring "440" over them, which was an alcoholic beverage like 151 rum but a different number.  We'd leave them in a container for a few minutes and very quickly they went from tadpoles to frogs, of all different types and sizes.

Then we had to kill them before dissecting, so people were spread out all over trying to kill the frogs - I was walking around trying to find a spot to do it, even though I didn't want to do the dissection at all.  People were around the room, in stairwells, everywhere, trying all kinds of methods to kill the frogs with varying success.

Some were using ligatures to try to strangle the frogs, I think I was going to try drowning the frog.

That's pretty much all I remember.

The One with Deborah Henson-Conant

The details of this dream are vague for me - I got paged for work at 2:00 and realized I had been dreaming...

I dreamed that I was a big outside music festival with a female friend I can't identify now.  It was night and it was one of those festivals with multiple stages with one large main stage.

We walked by Deborah Henson-Conant who was either in transition with her equipment or she was setting up to do her show just on the side of the sidewalk, similar to what she does in real life sometimes.  I stopped to say "hi" and take a photo with her.

My friend took the camera and I went to Deborah's left and we put an arm around each other like you normally do in a photo, but she kept leaning really far to the right, making us fall to the ground.  We tried a couple of times but I don't think we ever got the photo.

The One with the Tornado and Plane

Background:  I had this dream exactly a week after the tornado that went by work, after talking about it with friends and after driving home in a crazy lighting storm.  There was another really LOUD storm the night I had the dream but I'm not sure if the dream was before, after, or during that storm.  I believe it was before.

 

I had a dream that a tornado was heading toward me - I was outside but don't recall the exact location.  I know other people were around.  We were looking up into the funnel cloud and saw the tail of an airplane that had been caught into the tornado and it was swinging around from the right to left.  It was moving pretty slowly (assuming because the plane was HUGE). 

 

It started coming down toward me and I knew it was going to fall on me, but it was not falling quickly.  So, I watched the plane as it came down and I positioned myself so I wouldn't get smooshed.  I ended up crouching down between the fuselage and the wing - kind of the left armpit of the plane. 

 

Once the tornado passed, we looked at the plane and noticed that although the doors were shut and the windows were not broken, there was no one inside and we assumed that they had someone gotten sucked out while up in the air.

The One with the Tobiko In My Nose

I was talking with someone from work and they commented that my nostrils looked strange - they were closed like if you pinch your nose shut.  I thought it was weird that I didn't notice a change in my breathing and looked in a mirror.

My nose did feel a bit clogged, so I stuck my finger in one nostril and felt something, so I kind scooped and some tobiko came out.

I was very concerned in the dream and went to a doctor and they said that I had a disease.  That's all I remember.

The One with the Dream Within a Dream

I had a dream within a dream this morning, and what was strange was that the second dream was more normal than the first.  In the first, the only thing I really remember was being in a parking lot outside, and a group of kids with a couple of adults doing some activity with dolls and all of a sudden they took all the clothes off the dolls, but the dolls had realistic breasts and that was really funny in the dream.

At that point, I remembered I had a dream and started writing about it.  In the second dream, my friends Meredith and Greg were in California stuck on highway 1 (which they are in real life, and were in "real life" in the 1st level dream).  While they were stuck in the 2nd level dream, they went to some restaurant and were taking a ton of photos and videos of them doing funny things.

There were about 7 people and they had 4 people in a booth and 3 in a small table and they kept moving the small table around - close to the booth, further, and taking all kinds of pictures of them laughing.

Then they were trying to catch bubbles in their mouths in the parking lot and there was one video where the bubble popped and got soap into a girl's mouth and she gagged (well more like dry heaved) and it was the most hilarious thing to watch in the 1st level dream.

The One With the Movie About Violent Sleep Disorders

I was in a large department store in the men's department looking at some sandals that were just basically regular black shoes with lots of the leather cut out to make them strappy - there were lots of straps.

I was trying to find a pair that was 1/2 a size smaller than the ones I tried on but I was surprised that the size 31's fit me as well as they did - they ran small obviously because I normally wore a 29 or so.

Being in a department store in a normal situation turned into it being night, after closing, and instead of being the retail sales floor, it was the warehouse or storage area of the store.

It was after closing, but there were a number of people in there looking around.  I remember a girl and a blond guy in addition to me.  I think the girl either had a bike or was looking for one.

I had a weird role in the dream.  The idea of the dream was that it was actually a movie.  I was kind of at the same time just a 3rd party observer and one of the main characters, it seemed.

The premise of the movie was some people that had sleep disorders so when something in life bothered them (say, being touched by other people), they would react in their sleep (like sleepwalking).

One guy with dark hair (I couldn't really tell if he was me or not) didn't like to be touched and would kick people in the head (I think he explained it that he would kick you in the eye) in his sleep.

But, I also remember "being" a different person (feeling like what it was to be inside them, kind of) and his reaction was just less-specific violence.  I remember the feeling picking someone up by the neck and holding them against a wall.

There were two other guys looking for shoes (sneakers) but they were moving stuff around.  They put stuff really high up on a fixture in the middle of the floor, and I remember while looking around some of the shoe boxes fell on me.

These two guys were up to no good, unlike the rest of us who were just looking around.  Once the boxes fell, the bad guys got agitated and wanted our contact information.  We questioned that and the blond kid explained that they wanted our e-mail addresses, etc. so they could place us in the warehouse to prevent us from snitching on them.

While the bad guys were agitated, they were pushing us around and grabbing our arms and stuff and at least one of us warned them not to touch us because of the disorders.

Next thing I remember was being "inside" another guy - a black guy - who was walking home.  I think he was in the warehouse (good guy - one of a total of 4 good people in the warehouse who were the main characters in the movie with sleep disorders) but don't remember seeing him beforehand.  He walked by this hooker who was lying on the sidewalk and people were pouring gas on her and set her on fire.  She was strung out on heroine so she didn't know what was going on.

They tried to lay another hooker (not as strung out) next to her and do the same and they snuggled up to each other, as if to protect each other from sleeping on the sidewalk.  They were both on fire, but it took a while for the first hooker to exhibit some distress - she was waving her arms around and the second wrapped her in a the foil lined blanket they were lying on.

The first hooker died, but the second was fine (even though she was exposed to the flames), so one of the bad people (I think it was a short woman that reminded me to Snookie) stabbed her in the stomach with a really big kitchen knife - shaped like chef's knife but much wider.

It seems as those the bad guys in the warehouse were in a gang or something and were killing people to establish a serial killer or something - maybe as something to implicate us in?  I think they wanted to find six people to kill.

The dude I was inside kept walking toward home, up a hill, when some guy jumped him from behind, pulled his hoodie over his head and tried to tie the strings.  I remember thinking this was a normal risk in his neighborhood - to get mugged this way.  The guy/me ended up throwing the guy over his shoulder, Judo style, kind of down the hill.

The guy left because there was a cop car whose dash camera was filming the whole thing.  The car belonged to the guy's uncle or dad, who he lived with.

He got to the porch where his aunt or mom was with his dad, and they were like "What the hell's going on?"  In his head he knew these bad people were trying to get something or had something on him.

The One with the Ice Dancing, Graduation, and Hostage Convent

The first thing I remember is dancing with a guy ballroom-style.  He was tall and I think someone I was dating.  I was leading and we were dancing waltz (and it seemed to fit) but then I realized the song was in 4/4 so I tried dancing the rhumba twice as fast.

There were a bunch of guys there dancing around too, I think Keith from work was there too.  At one point we decided we were ice dancing (but not on ice - we were outside at a park plaza or on a wide sidewalk or near a fountain or something like that and it was nighttime).  So we were kind of sliding around and trying spinning jumps once in a while.

Then the guy went and got a bunch of mortar boards (graduation hats) that were different colors for different designations:  I was getting black because I was going to be a consultant, he was getting blue because he was getting his doctorate (and in the dream that meant he was going on to continue to get his PhD) and red was for master's degrees.

Then things changed over to a bunch of my friends graduating.  The guys were gone and everyone seemed to be hispanic female friends of mine, none of which seemed to be people I recognize as friends in real life.  Although graduation wasn't that day, we were taking all kinds of pictures of them in their mortar boards.  When we were talking about when graduation actually was, we were speaking both English and Spanish.

For one of the photos, the girls getting master's degrees were standing behind a Christmas tree and to all get behind it (since there were 7 or 8) some had to stand on something.  I was trying to take pictures, but there were a bunch of other people trying to take pictures with a bunch of cameras, so it was hard to get them all to look at one camera.  But then I realized you couldn't see any of them through the tree, anyway.  What kind of seemed like their eyes showing through were just the Christmas lights.

Things kind of broke up from there and people started wandering around.  There was a big building that was both inside and outside - like a building with walls but no roof - maybe like a plaza in Spain.  Some of the girls went into that building and I followed.  Inside there were a bunch of shady looking guys walking around.  They looked like they were in a gang or something.

In the corner, four of the girls were in what looked like a photo book with a short curtain so you could see their legs.  Two were jammed together facing the back, and it appeared two more were sitting on the other two's shoulders.  I thought that was funny, so I took a picture of them getting the picture taken in the booth.

I took a couple more photos in the building before wandering out.  A guy ran over to me waving wildly telling me to get out of there.  He said that a bunch of guys broke into the building, tripped the alarm and police were on their way.

I realized that the building was actually a Diesel store, the girls were in a dressing room and they were probably going to get into trouble for being in there, although they wandered in there by mistake just like I did.  I also realized that I got a photo of two of the gang members while taking pictures inside, so I turned on my video function and started to try discretely filming to capture as many of the gang members as possible when they start to leave when the police arrive.

I started going back to the building, which at this point seemed to be bigger, have a roof and have a big black iron fence around it.  All these nuns in different outfits started pouring out, in a hurry, some praying, some yelling "Save us!  Save us!".  There were different groups that had different colored habits.  There seemed to be non-nuns with them, too.

One of the regular people was Mary from work and she was sitting down just outside the fence talking about her ordeal of being held against her will.  She was talking with Lisa (who was not held inside but had run over) about how they were all praying, and it seemed as though the room was spinning.

I ran over and said to Lisa, "You know Mary too?!  How??"  She said she did and I joked that it was because she was a whore (meaning the social butterfly kind, not an actual whore).

Then my alarm went off.

The One With the Grim Reaper

One of my horror movie dreams.  There was a town and this serial killer / mass murderer was hanging out there killing people off.

A kid said to me in the dream that the killer was there just to make headlines but he had a feeling he would end up killing off about a third of the town’s population.  I remember going to some dinner when I knew he would be coming and killing people but I hid in some little room that kind of was like a confessional.  I also remember him appearing on top of some big structure dressed like the grim reaper and killing some kid with the scythe.

The One with Embossing

I had a meeting just outside of the office of the president where I work - like the waiting area for his office. We were troubleshooting some problem and I was working on a laptop. Once we were done with the meeting, I was looking around the room and found this round, metal disc with some kind of writing engraved on it. I couldn't tell what the writing was, so for some reason, I pressed it into the back of my hand so it became kind of embossed in my skin like a notary's stamp.

Because of that stamp, I think either the president or someone else saw it but I ended up getting promoted because of the stamp. It was like that was the way they marked people as special.

I was in another meeting, this time I think with an executive and some other people and ended up getting stamped by another executive but this time on my forearm.

The next thing I remember was being with some other people who got stamped - I think in a van - and we were talking about how we had our pay statements intercepted by a guy I work with but he just made sure they we got our raises - because of the stamps we got big increases in salary.

I also remember the executive who stamped me telling me to stamp a woman I work with. I found someone with that name and stamped her but she was very old - like too old to promote, and I realized I stamped the wrong wrong. So I had to find the right one. I think that part too place in a big mansion instead of a workplace.

At one point the others that got promoted and I were near some area of the company - like a back gate, and we were trying to get somewhere but you couldn't get there from where we were because the entrance was too congested... at least that was what we said. I just remember a tunnel-like entrance outside the gate leading underground at an angle.