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"ANTIQUATED"
I remember being in an old garage, lit by a small light bulb behind me. The air inside of it
seemed quite cold. The garage seemed to be recessed in the ground with a brick ramp that led
up to the garage door which was located at street level. At first the ramp seemed to be a brick wall but
upon closer examination I noticed the left part of this wall was a ramp up to this garage door.
"COMPOUNDING INTEREST"
I seemed to be driving a jeep, taking a friend's younger sister
somewhere. The top was down and it was a beautiful day. At one point she
put her legs up on the dash or the top of the windshield. It seemed she
wished to show them off -- she was wearing shorts -- and I could not help but take a few glances at
them. Her skin was not tan but it seemed to radiate as skin does when
it basks under a summer sun. She leaned back in her seat and enjoyed
the ride.
I drove up to a line of cars waiting to pass through a toll booth. For
some reason I thought the toll was about forty dollars -- it seemed to
be an awful lot for a roadway toll, obviously. Not wanting to disrupt
the day up to that point, I gathered the money and awaited my turn to
pay. I was mistaken for the forty dollar toll was for the car before me.
In fact, when it was my turn to pay my toll the toll taker handed me an
envelope with money inside -- it even had coins taped to the back. It
seemed I had grossly overpayed at this toll booth in the past and they
were returning this money to me.
As we passed through the toll area and into a parking garage, my passenger
told me how excited she was to be leaving for Paris. I think I escorted
her to some room, where another friend was waiting. As I was excusing
myself, they informed me about some woman that had been talking about
me. I had sensed something was on their minds -- they had curious
expressions on their faces as I was beginning to make my exit. The
woman was a news anchor on a cable news channel and seemed to express
an interest in me and this young woman and friend wished to tell me all
about it.
"PAROCHIAL"
I was outdoors. The setting seemed to be the parking lot of a Catholic grade school I attended years ago.
I was walking over to a street corner to retrieve my backpack that I had left on the sidewalk. The skies seemed to come alive with
lightning and several bolts struck some kind of metal box across a small street that ran along this parking lot.
This metal box took a couple of direct hits and erupted with some sort of pressurized fluid. The direction
of this spill seemed to be the sidewalk area with my backpack, which was soaked with a blue-ish liquid --
it looked a lot like laundry detergent. In this dream I thought of the liquid as sewage and I approached it
as such. I carefully picked up my soaked backpack and left in disgust.
After this, I remember standing in a small hallway with Alanis Morissette -- except she looked like
someone else with dark hair -- and some other people. We were discussing some of her lyrics and how we would
change the words a little bit to make them better lyrics. Alanis seemed particularly interested in what
I thought. I think I was going over a chorus that had the word "shit" at the end of each line. It was a bit
uncomfortable being put on the spot, especially by Alanis, but I did my best to help her out.
I asked her a question but she did not seem to want to answer. I asked her if she would whisper it in my ear.
She agreed and I leaned my head to the side of her mouth. As I felt her breath in my ear, she told me she could
not respond because a nun was standing with us in this group. Indeed there was a nun standing with us in this
hallway and I noticed her for the first time. I made some lyric suggestions but it seemed odd that she
would want this critique now after her album had been released. I thought of how much effort it would be to re-
release her latest album. Ultimately I told her to leave the words the way they were.
"FALLING... ASLEEP"
I remember being with a group of people in a hallway. The floor consisted of 2x4s that spanned the
width of the hallway. At the end of the hallway were some desks butted up against a wall and facing
us. The group seemed to want to sit in the chairs but there was an area between us and the desks where
there was no flooring, just an open dark area. The 2x4s were not nailed down to the floor so we moved
some of them forward to make our way to the desks. I wanted to take care in attempting this task so we
would not fall through the floor -- it seemed like it would be a substantial fall.
After this I was chatting online. I think I became paralyzed because I saw a flood of messages pop-up
and I was powerless to reply, so I watched them pile up. Eventually I was able to respond but it seemed it
would be an overwhelming task. I sorted through some of the ones that seemed important and left the
others unanswered. The setting changed to the interior of a house but I was still responding to the messages
except I was doing it in person now. I made my way through the house, talking briefly with various people
until I came upon a room. One of the persons I wanted to respond to was lying on a bed taking a nap. I went
in and laid down on top of the bed next to her. I too fell asleep, with afternoon daylight poking through
the room's one window.
"UNREQUITED ADVANCE"
There were two feminine robots walking next to a tall chain link fence. They were a metallic
blue color with yellow bands. They seemed to be friends but one was flirting with the other,
with not much affect on the other robot. It seemed like they may have had a past relationship
and one was trying to re-kindle it while the other wanted it to remain past tense. Some kind
of alert sounded: it was a warning device that the robots had with them reporting that a group
that had been tracking them was now behind them and closing in -- it seemed to me that the robots
thought they were at least a few days walking distance ahead of their trackers.
At that moment, they became blue-ish blurs and sped away to elude these trackers. The trackers
did likewise -- becoming speedy blue-ish blurs -- somehow detecting the robots evasive maneuver.
The trackers seemed to have sabotaged the robots' evasive maneuver ahead of time, therefore the
robots did not get very far.
One of the robots had collapsed while the other stood over her friend, holding her upright.
They had used a lot of energy doing the blue-ish blur maneuver but it had affected one more than
the other. The standing robot seemed worried that she would not be able to replenish their energy
supplies through conventional means. Looking around, this robot saw another robot standing by a
sign in the midst of what looked like an airport runway area. The sign read, "Free Energy."
Leaving her friend momentarily, the robot went over to the robot standing by this sign to inquire
about this free energy. The helper robot told her that she could get some free energy for
emergency purposes only. There seemed to be a limit on how much energy the energy depleted robots could take.
The dream changed to an arcade. I was watching the aforementioned robot scenes as a video game.
I moved on to a Galaga-type game, except it was three dimensional, set up in a DOOM
engine point-of-view. I tried different buttons to fire and move about but nothing seemed to work.
One button that was on the panel and recessed seemed to fire a laser gun within the game but I
thought that was for starting the game. The game was set up like Tank Attack, with the periscope
molding to look within to view the video game. I think I somehow became tied to the video game I was playing.
As I struggled to free myself, some guy walked by. He told me how easy it was to set up some type of arcade
game.
Next I was playing pool in a room that was too small to accommodate a pool table. I was sitting at a table
with a friend and two young women -- I thought of them as the two feminine robots from the first part of this
dream except there were now in human form. My friend seemed to be betting them in a game of pool. If the young
women won, they would be permitted to sit at a nice table at a club where my friend supposedly worked. Then
he produced a plastic sandwich bag and placed it on the table. Its contents seemed to be blackish coffee grains.
If we lost, the young women would win the bag. I remember telling my friend that this "bet" had nothing in it
for us should we win.
After this I saw someone playing darts. I walked up to him and reminded him of how much fun we had in college
playing darts and pool. He seemed indifferent to my nostalgia.
"STAGED"
I was running down a well-lit alley with a small group of people. We tried to enter
a doorway, a backdoor since it was in an alley, but someone in the group had to get
rid of something first. After putting something in a nearby garbage bin, this person
rejoined the group. We were allowed to enter the back doorway.
It was a bit dark inside this place -- it seemed like a small club. The group I found
myself with was a musical group of some sort. It seemed to me that this gig was
more of an impromptu thing as we hurridly set up musical instruments in a corner of the
room -- apparently there was no raised area or stage to play upon. I was not sure I had
an amplifier to use. I held the plug up and looked around at other people in the group
trying to make eye contact. Finally someone saw my dilemma and plugged my guitar into his
amplifier.
Like our running in the alley, we ran into starting a song. I had no idea what the song
was we were playing so I did my best to keep up. I think I was playing the bassline of
the song with my guitar. I finally recognized the song after faking it for a few minutes.
I began to play and I think I did a pretty good job. I definitely felt confident in what
I was playing at that moment. I think towards the end of our song, someone in the crowd
gleefully cried out our group name -- perhaps a fan.
After this I was standing in an office area with orange walls. I was standing around a desk
area with some other men in office attire. I think we were preparing to move the desk.
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