Skiing with K and Denise down a hill and then after walking up the next hill skiing more and leaving them behind. I soon come to (and am joined by a younger version of Aunt Marilyn) who is skiing too. We leave on our skis and start sliding very rapidly on our butts. We go through a mansion all encased in hard ice sliding on our butts rapidly. It's great! Through halls, tunnels, down spirals—Wheeeee!! I assume K and Denise are following and we'll meet up. After a very long time I realize I have a phone on me and should probably call. The phone is really weird looking: long and very narrow and made of a silver metal with weird metal designs or decorations affixed to it. I sort of pry it open gingerly to use it. Looks more like a silver spindle than a phone, but it has metal filings randomly stuck to it, so it wouldn't slide very well if it were a spindle. In the dream I think it sort of looks like a miniature coffin, and think it is weird too, but somehow recognize that it is a phone.
Denise is pretty upset and lets me know it—where were we?!! Why did we leave?!! She yells at me. I feel guilty but don't know why they didn't just follow me.
I start to go back through (toward them to meet up). It is this huge museum, massive and amazing. I didn't know this existed and was here closeby!
I run into a man who recognizes me. He's a black man with a soft accent of some type. He has a moustache and and open, smiling face. He says, "Hey! You're so and so...didn't you have a nickname?" He tries to think of it and I say, "Mama (something)?" I can't think what the rest of the name. He says, "Yeah!" and then we pause as we are both a tad doubtful whether that is really it. I see a little girl about five years old. She seems to be African-american. She looks at me and says none too kindly, "You are getting fat!" I hug her and dance with her a little bit. She had been scowling at me, but she let's it go.
I leave her behind and travel on, trying to meet up with K and Denise. The museum/shop is filled with too many interesting things, beautiful things from all over the world, and I worry that I will never find the two of them because I keep getting distracted. There are lots of kids in groups with moms and teachers in the distance.
I see a tiny dark-skinned girl standing by herself sort of looking me over in a detached but not unfriendly way. She appears to be SouthEast Asian. I wonder why she is alone, a tiny girl like her with a very thin, gangly physical build but very strong presence. There is a bit of humor in her detachment all held together in the small gangly frame, awkward and cute. I am not sure what she is seeing as she looks at me, and I realize that in this dream I may not look like I think I do anyway. It's weird to realize that.

At a cocounseling convention I get disgusted because I can't find a counseling partner. Everyone has someone. Kyra and Alan and Gilda and Tish Perry are there. 1000 gifts to Tish and Kyra. (I don't know what that note written while half asleep means.) Alan and Gilda going on some massive trip involving ships. Eating whale blubber?
Then, I am carrying my great grandmother's blue porcelain bowl as I go looking for a partner. I leave the bowl parked behind a ledge in a bar. Go looking for something. Meet these people in a whole different area doing a different activity—not part of cocounseling. I get an idea and ask them to put me in one of the chairs and send me to the bar to meet the perfect partner. I say I know they can do this; in particular I appeal to the mother of the group I am talking to, though her young adult or teen son has been doing the most of everything with the chairs. I ask them to try this thing. Put me in the chair and imagine the most perfect partner for me and the location is back with my grandma's bowl at the bar and they are to "send" me with their thoughts. So, they do it. I actually come up near-ish to the intended location, but I still have to run, full of excitement and anticipation, to where I'll meet the person and move the bowl before it gets knocked off the ledge.
Then, in a futuristic movie theater. Some people are lying down sleeping. Seats are like modules. People are engaged in all kinds of activity along with watching the movie. I am climbing through, somewhat frantically searching and trying to get through the place and out. The people who are awake look mildly annoyed at my interruption.

In the dream, something bad was happening in or around Hawaii (not sure what it was) but people were desperate to leave the islands. I saw airports crowded with angry tourists and businessmen, cancelled flights, crying women and children cramped on the floors. No one could get off the island by plane.

I don't live in Australia and I've never visited, so I'm not sure why the focus of the dream was there. But in my dream, aborigines were rising up and demanding equal rights, recognition, etc. There were some violent clashes against the status quo and a few public murders of high-profile opponents.

DREAMED ABOUT 6 A.M.

I HAVE TWO CATS. IN THE DREAM I HAD ONE.

I DREAMED I HAD A PET MOUSE THAT WAS THE SIZE OF A LARGE, VERY LARGE RAT. IT WAS LOVABLE AND GOT ALONG VERY WELL WITH MY CAT. THEY WERE LIKE SIBLINGS. I HAD THE MOUSE FOR YEARS.

ONE DAY, WITHOUT ANY WARNING, THE MOUSE BECAME VICIOUS. MY DREAM ENDED HERE.

I was standing along the side of a country road with several others on a bright sunny day. I looked up into the blue sky to see a faint disk object hovering in one place. I told the others I was with to look up to see, and just as they saw what I was looking at, the disk appeared to begin to cloak itself with billowy white clouds.

This could be a first…there’s a severe lack of surgeness in the dreams. No new memes to speak of, at least from the older surge identifier is concerned. But even in the newer algorithm, we still see a rather bland entry today, despite the top word being “intimidating.” Realize that chocolate is back, and since there’s nothing else going on, I connected Milk Chocolate and Gas Station. Notice that “Mall” is back in the running, but still just noise-level activity in my summation.


   




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11/4/2014
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milk
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tower
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complex
cards
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chocolate
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odd
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gas
bought
november
wants
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station
passing
dawn
goal

We were working in the basement of a home. It was nearly empty of any clutter. There were a few small sandbags placed around the basement as if marking off square spaces. My brother was performing work on some of the equipment in the basement, like the furnace or the hot water heater, something that had an open flame. I was using a white vapor insecticide in the basement, like the kind they used to use to fog wooded areas before they found out it was so horrible for the human nervous system. I was trying to kill bugs in the basement, but once I released the chemicals, I realized they could create an explosive situation for my brother, so I encouraged him to get out of the basement and let it air, but I don't think I told him why. After we were out of the basement, I realized we should have placed fans to aid in the air circulation.

I was house sitting for my mother which actually happened last Summer. I was alone in the house and decided to try out her bath/ jacuzzi. One of the stand alone, after market, above floor, all white baths that generally only appeal to old people, they are for therapy, incidentally she does not have one. I was filling it with water waiting to get in, nothing out of the ordinary. When the water neared the top I noticed there was a problem and I could not turn the water off, it was about to overflow. When I got out I noticed it was already soaking the carpet. I went to my mothers bathroom to get some towels and hopefully find the water cut off when I heard a noise in her bedroom. There was no one in the house so I was startled. I have some skills in dealing with this sort of thing in real life.

I look in and a woman about my mothers size and height was standing in her room, her back to me, very strange and unpleasant. I considered grabbing my 12 guage which I do own or calling 911. I spoke up and said, "Can I help you?" When I spoke again the figure turned around and it was a seriously decaying corpse of a woman. The skin was grey like death, aging wrinkles everywhere, loose eye sockets, dying teeth, just hideous. She looked a bit like the Iron Maiden rock bands icon but a female, medium short and only barely resembled my mother. I was not my mother, maybe some look alike. The right side of the creatures face was more decayed than the left.

I would have rather grabbed my shotgun but I thought the thing would teleport away before I returned so I stood there.

As I was deciding what to do the creature did and said little or nothing. It looked at me then fell over to her right side, dead. It was strange to see something 'undead' actually die before my eyes. It was conclusive that its life was over for good at which point I immediately woke up. This was out of the ordinary and I'll add it was nothing like 'The Walking Dead' zombie show. It was as if this creature had been alive for centuries or longer and was finally expiring.

I have had unpleasant civil and military strife dreams last summer. Lots of people, migrations, and uncertainty. Some fist fighting which caused me to wake up but this was different. This creature died in front of my eyes. Undead creatures do not die.

I went to sleep asking if the Republicans will gain the majority in the Senate. In a completely dark room I saw a piece of paper ( a ballot..?) float down and land over the US Senate in the Capitol Building in Washington DC. My interpretation is that yes, the Republicans will take control of Senate in the US November 2014 elections.