Working on a large team project at a customer site. The team was 2/3 men, normal in my business. I was meeting with 30 or so team members and we were planning a team building outing. We were meeting inside a conference room in an office building, business casual dress.

Then we were walking outside to first outing. Weather was chilly, we had jackets on. We arrived at a rocky outcropping. We climbed over the rocks and down below was a small lake or inlet. The water was about 100 feet below, and surrounded on 3 sides by the rocks, the 4th side was open water or flat land, cannot recall. Other people were gathered on the rocks but when we arrived we quadrupled the number of people there. Down below was an ice hockey game, and when we arrived the players cheered, happy for the additional supporters. The ice hockey game itself was unusual, as the water was not totally frozen over, so the players would skate a bit on the ice then dive into the water to continue, then jump back on the ice to skate again.

Then suddenly I was walking on a large sandy beach with my young son, perhaps 10 years old. Hot, sunny weather. We were searching for a good spot to sit. We walked past the beach with many sun bathers. We continued to walk, through some trees, a bit farther away from the water, hundreds of yards away. We saw hundreds of colorful beach umbrellas up ahead, and they were all pointed away from the beach and tilted inland. Puzzled as to why they were here, we continued to walk forward. Then we spotted 2 small ponds of crystal blue water perhaps 50 feet across. The water was bubbling....hot springs...and people were soaking in the water. We were amazed to see this as we did not know there were any hot springs in the area. 'Schaumburg' entered my mind, but that was perhaps day residue.

We decided this was where we'd sit and we found empty chairs and put our stuff on them, then proceeded to the water to soak.

I left the water and returned to my chair, my mouth and hair full of sand. A female co-worker had piled her stuff on my son's chair, and said not to worry, she wouldn't be there long and would be gone before my son returned. Meanwhile, whe straightened things up and either said or left me with the impression that she had to tell me something. She had a small black book; perhaps she wanted to discuss the book. She was about 5'2" with short wavy/curly brown hair, heavy framed black glasses, round face. She resembled a co-worker from long ago who was a devout Christian, named Georgia. (Post dream I thought perhaps the small black book was the Bible).

Then I dressed to return to work, and put on dark blue jeans with belt and shirt. One of the client team members was a short man, very tan, with a thin mustache and a receding hairline with a combover. His shirt was opn, and his belly was large and rotund, similar to Buddha's. He smiled and said something about my stomach and pointed at it. I ran my hand over my stomache and was stunned to find it was much larger than it had been earlier in the day, as if I had suddenly gained 10 poiunds.

I was then in a car, a 4-door sedan, returning to work. 2 men were in the front seat, 1 in the back seat with me, all co-workers. I reached for the tissue box as I still needed to get the sand out of my mouth. The man next to me was talking with those in front, and he shook his head 'no' to me and raised 4 fingers. Puzzled, I reached for the tissue box again. He took napkins or tissues out of his suit pocket and handed them to me, and I wiped my mouth. Then he said we must meet in 4 days to hold a client status meeting and I repeated that. "Yes, we will hold a client meeting in 4 days". The team building outings were a great success and now we had hard work ahead and much to accomplish in the next 4 days.

I'm riding a bus with other soldiers; I'm a soldier (I'm often a soldier or form of authority). I am on the right side in the back of the bus. We can see out the windows to the right and there appears a grass covered hill. On the hill advancing up towards the top are a squad or platoon of soldiers. They appear to be very small, like the hill is a considerable distance away. A thought hits me that they are about the size of a match head when suddenly they begin bursting in to flames. As if they were matches lite on fire.

I immediatly think; it's the new secret weapon. Suddenly I know this soldier right in front of me is going to tell everyone it's a secret weapon and I have to stop him. I've got to silence him without anyone realizing I'm murdering him. Nex thing I know he is laying down unconscious and I'm stooped over him as if I were going to Eagle1ister CPR, but that's not what I do. I instead place my mouth completely over his lips, and am holding his nose. I'm trying to suffocate him. I'm hoping no one will realize what I'm doing and then I wake up.

I've been frustrated lately with disjointed dreaming and poor recall. I'm hoping to remedy that over the next few "free-form" dreaming nights.
Last night there was a lot of "dream bytes" to pull from and by the time I woke enough to write things ot I'd lost most of them, but for what it's worth here is what is left and one bit I find *very* important.

I need to drop something off at someone's house after work. I have a very hard time parking, it just won't work out right. Everything is white with fresh snow but it isn't cold feeling. It's slippery. I nearly slide off the road into a ditch when trying to get off the road far enough to park. I wanted to park in front of the driveway and am trying to back up again to get to the drive but there is a big white delivery truch in the way now. I find myself down in a little dip off the road, my wheels seem to be gone, my truck is stuck there so I'm walking back up to the house to feed my friend's sheep.

On the way up the hill the scene falls away and I become the observer. There is a baby... newborn but with lucid, wise eyes, he isn't looking at me but is entirely focused on something within his hands. He opens his hands to reveal a blue ball... the ball is blue and white swirls, rotating and swirling the colors, I know it is the earth. "Big blue marble".

The community I live in has bought a game for the teenagers to play. It is night and I wake up. Somehow I know the teenagers are stealing parts of the game so they can go and do something with it that's not its intended purpose. Of course they are stealing it: Teenagers! I get out of bed and go to my window. I see teenage girls dressed in hoodies, tshirts, and jeans. Walking and laughing. So carefree! They are all holding white cardboard boxes and pink light is emanating from the seams. The moon is so bright and is shining down, spotlighting them almost. They are walking in a glade with the moonlight shining down on them. I watch them but soon will lose sight of them behind a big rock or wall.

I am riding in a car with Dean Norris. the Mayor of Chester Mills in the TV series Under the Dome. He is driving and we are headed toward a reported emergency of some kind that has to do with technology. Toward the right side of the screen are four vertical squiggly felt pen drawn lines and it feels like there is another line about to be drawn like when a line is drawn across four lines to indicate five. I then receive the message, "Poll or Pole Aerobatics," whatever that is. All of a sudden a large flock of black birds, not Black Birds because they are smaller, swoop and fly by. There was also something about' flying lessons'.

Before dreaming, I was in the family room with my husband, 2:30am. The tv was on, lights were off, my husband was working on his laptop, and I was dozing in a recliner.

In my dream, I awoke and went to the bathroom. As I entered the room, I noticed an unusual gurgling sound coming from the toilet, as though air was bubbling up. I turned on the light switch, but the light did not come on. I started to ask my husband if there was some problem with the electricity, although the tv was still working (so maybe a circuit breaker issue). Then suddenly I experienced a strong sense of vertigo. I noticed nothing was crashing, this was not an earthquake, but some other type of upheaval.

This dream seemed unusually real; I awoke a bit confused and briefly had difficulty determining reality vs. dreamworld.

I was at work in a midwestern town. As I left the building, there was a group of protestors, male and female, mostley middle aged, bare-chested (not a pretty sight!) at the building entrance. I walked several blocks to the parking garage, and a similar sized group of bare-chested protestors was also gathered there. Weather was mild.

I was preparing a very large meal for many people (family)... more and more people kept coming to the house... I was worried and frustrated that I did not have enough food for all these people... many of these people were middle eastern... even Pakistani or Indian

A biplane was flying... two other biplanes came to it, one or each side, and was forcing it to land... not sure if it was a threat... or was in trouble.

I was flying in an airplane, but was not sitting in a seat; instead I was in sort of hotel room, or perhaps air ship cabin... I looked out the port hole... and another plane was flying toward us and began to shoot at our plane