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"BRUTAL"
I walked inside of a large freezer -- it seemed like a small room with freezer shelves and ice. Light was
provided by a few windows. I walked about the shelves and broke off various accumulations of icy build-up.
After this, I took a walk outside and looked into the windows to see how this freezer looked from outside
of the room and house.
The dream shifted to a wrestling match. I watched a wrestler walk out of the arena area. A cop started to laugh
as the wrestler passed. I said to someone nearby that the cop was "in on the deal;" at that time, the wrestler
picked the cop up off of the ground and slammed him to the floor. The crowd cheered.
Next I remember being in a store. I was standing in an aisle with products stacked to the ceiling, which seemed
to be warehouse height. Someone ran down my aisle and into the next looking for someone -- it seemed like he was
looking for a fight. I heard some commotion in the next aisle but I could not see through the products into the next
aisle. I knew the fight was over because I heard an awful SNAP sound, which I believed to be the the finishing move
of the one the other fellow had been running to look for down these aisles -- I think the "challenger's" back was brought
down on the "champion's" knee, thus breaking his back... ending this "match." Moments later, I saw the "champion" walk
triumphantly down my aisle and past me, as if he had taken on another challenger and remained undefeated. I picked
up a phone and called for emergency help.
After the phone call, I found myself talking to Bruce Lee. I asked him a few questions: one of them was about
kicks and why he preferred a side kick over a forward straight-up kick -- he said it was a more natural kick for the body.
I thought about taking some karate. I even thought that I would have to make flash cards so I could better study Japanese
for the karate classes.
"MURK"
I looked outside and saw several tornadoes off in the distance, so the group I was with ran off to a "basement"
area -- actually this "basement" had a large window at ground level. I watched the tornadoes twist about themselves
and churn up the ground below them. The air outside seemed to be filled with dust and soil. A young woman made her
way inside the room we were in. She was wearing a dress but the top part of it was hanging down, exposing her breasts.
Her dress and skin were lightly covered with water and dirt; she seemed to be very appreciative to be inside from
the mess outside as she sat down in a chair.
Next I remember watching someone take-off in a white helicopter. This changed to my flying this helicopter with a
passenger. I remember flying over some wooded areas with small bodies of water. One area seemed to be a swamp, with
murky water permeating dense tree areas. I had the feeling this area was a toxic dump site. When I turned the helicopter
to fly away my passenger thought I had tilted too much -- I think my passenger thought I was trying to toss them out
into the "evil" swamp.
We landed and I walked into a small classroom. Class was ending so I walked out with a few classmates. We were wearing
white dress shirts with ties, like we were at a private school. As we walked the grounds, one classmate asked me if I
liked an English girl who had once went out with another classmate. I replied that I did not know her that well.
The classmate said his father and the English girl's father worked together and that he could suggest to his father
that the English girl's father transfer to our "area," thus the English girl would be around for me to ask out.
It all seemed to be a bit much -- almost nefarious -- to me.
"SHIFT"
I remember standing in a small backyard with a group of people; however, it seemed to be an internet relay chat, IRC,
setting. A chatter had offended someone within this group, so this person picked up a hammer and prepared to throw
it. This person was going to throw it over my head -- I thought the hammer would go through the window that was
above and behind my head. The hammer was thrown and it somehow passed from the dimension we were in to the one
with the offensive chatter. The air felt ominous after this event.
The areas that surrounded us began to change: the dimensions where the other chatters resided had come to
us; instigated by the throwing of the hammer from our dimension into the other. Three of the dimensions looked
similar to ours, with green grass, but the other had snow on the ground. It was odd seeing a corner of this area
covered in snow while the other areas seemed spring-like. There were some people standing around a sports utility vehicle
in one of the dimensions. The air felt omninous again. A large fellow -- football player large -- tried to
attack me. I think I jumped up in the air and kicked him in the chest, halting his attack and knocking him to the
ground.
"FRUSTRATED DAY"
I was invited to someone's house but that person was not home. I tried to enter the house -- it was my understanding
that I could enter the house without the homeowner being there -- but it seemed to me an alarm would go off if I stayed in
the house for any duration of time. I repeated this entering/leaving exercise several times since I did not wish to wait outside.
After this, I rememember being in a room with my sister and another person. My sister was trying to pull up the wooden
flooring in a closet to get to something beneath the flooring. The top of the floor seemed to be marked, like a chalk
outline for a dead body at a murder scene. While she worked on that, I kept an eye on a couple of books. The books were
moving around and did not wish to stay inert. At one point I found myself sitting atop a book to keep it motionless.
This did not work; the book flew around the room with me as its rider. I remember being frustrated with my task.
The dream changed to a garage in the early morning, though it was still dark. I think I was supposed to mow an elderly couple's yard.
The garage was open and lit, so I entered. Through a window in the garage, I could see that the elderly couple was awake and milling around inside of their house.
They seemed to be doing "morning things:" getting cleaned up, readying breakfast, making preparations for the rest of the day.
I was not sure if I was supposed to use their lawn mower or if I should have brought one of my own to use. While I contemplated this,
the older gentleman's head appeared in this garage window and informed me that I was letting all the heat out of the garage by
leaving the door open.
I remembered that the door was already open by the time I had arrived; and I had not stood in the garage for any length of time when
the older gentleman made his statement. Nonetheless, I closed the door and went out to their yard to take a look at it and decide if I should
get a lawn mower. Out of the darkness, a large dog moved towards me -- it looked like a German Shepherd. The dog seemed more curious with
my presence and did not attack me. I was relieved and slowly moved away from the dog.
I decided to ride my bike back home to get a lawn mower. As I crossed a major road, I noticed the traffic was heavy -- like an event was going
on somewhere. I was not looking forward to hauling a lawn mower back across such a busy road.
"HUMBLE INCEPTIONS"
I was at a social or party. I found myself sitting next to a large bird, except this bird seemed to be more
like a person -- it had the demeanor of an old gentleman as it talked to me. Despite this, I still felt at unease
being next to this bird because I thought at any moment it would become a regular bird and would try to bite me.
The atmosphere of the party was becoming more "crazy" and fun.
After this, I remember talking to a young woman with blonde curly hair. She was sitting on a curb, leaning over
her knees and holding her knees close to her body in a huddled and comfortable manner. I leaned over and asked
her what was wrong. She told me she had found out her boyfriend had cheated on her. Even though she was very
upset, she talked cooly and calmly with great articulation. I could sense she was a strong person. I talked with
her for a little bit and tried to offer her some advice and solace. At one point she looked up at me with a big
smile and asked if I was trying to turn her into my girlfriend. With a grin I responded that she was more
woman than I could ever hope to handle.
"THE THRILL OF HOVERING"
I needed to get back. I thought it would be fun to skate except I did not have a skateboard --
I simply held my feet under me as if I were on a skateboard and glided forward, hovering above
the ground. I made a side slash motion with my hand and that propelled me forward. I stayed on
the sidewalk; when a street interrupted my path, I leaped up and jumped it. I remember seeing
a mailperson delivering mail in shorts; it was a nice, pleasant day to be outside.
Eventually I came upon a major street and the walk light was not lit, so I waved my hands
before me to stop my forward momentum. I thought to myself how fast I was moving,
almost as fast as a car along this street I was traveling on. I also thought it probably would
have been quicker if I had flown up in the sky, but this method of travel seemed more fun.
The light changed and I resumed my fun method of travel.
"BOUND AND DETERMINED"
I remember being with some people in colorful suits -- seemed like snow clothing. We placed dark
head covers on our heads, with a padded "box" where an opening should have been for our eyes --
it looked rather like a virtual reality helmet. Similar "boxes" were over our ears too. I think
we were preparing to travel through space. One person's suit was loose-fitting, so I did my best
to secure up her suit.
I wanted to wear my good pair of black gloves but I had left them with another coat. I dismissed
myself and ran back for them. I seemed to be making my way through a congested shopping mall.
Along the way a passer-by asked me if our destination was Mars. I gave him the thumbs up as I passed
him. When I reached my gloves it seemed I might miss my departure. I decided to fly back to save some time;
I flew over the many people and racks of clothes that would have been in my way had I ran.
To get forward momentum I swung my arms under me and outward before me -- I made a nice pace.
I returned to the "airlock" but from another hallway. I noticed the group was standing
around -- I think they were waiting for me. They did not see me enter from this other side.
I walked up to someone I presumed was our "leader" and stood before her. She still had not noticed
me so I tapped her or did something to get her attention. I caught her off guard and she did not
seem to appreciate that; I offered up a quick hug and that broke the brief tension.
The dream shifted to me playing doubles tennis. We were getting close to the end of the match when
the other side decided to take a break. I went over to a clearing by a shrub and read a magazine.
Eventually the game was resumed, with my side winning. I remember showing a guy on the other team
my black wrist band, which was made out of a Velcro-type material allowing tennis balls to adhere
to it. I remarked in a silly tone that I now had a place to put my balls. I think I played another
game of tennis but the net was terribly high -- badminton net height, which is five feet.
We played anyway.
"VÉLO"
There was a rectangular area that was dug out and filled with water near a strip mall. People
were beginning to gather for some sort of amateur sports competition. I noticed two people
at what I considered the start line but it seemed that it would be hours before anything would
begin.
I rode around the area on my bike. I picked something up and threw something down I had on my
person down in its place -- like an exchange. I remember wanting to get to an air pump because
it seemed my front tire was low on air; it was difficult pedaling forward. At some point I leaned
back on the bike and raised the tire off of the ground -- popped a wheelie -- and noticed it was
much easier riding it that way. I was able to accelerate and pass some young woman riding next
to me.
I rode up to an area where an older man was standing and working on something. He seemed to be
television's Mr. Wizard. I looked down at my front tire and saw a large gash in the tire;
the tire itself was completely flat. He said to leave the tire with him, he would fix it. He
also said that he would be busy and I would not be able to stop by the following day
-- much like the kids seemed to come by for various segments on his television show and he would
demonstrate a principle of science through a fun experiment.
"ASSOCIATIVE LATHER"
I remember being in the back of a car or sports utility vehicle. I was
talking to an attractive young woman seated in front of me. She was
turned in her seat as we talked. Our faces seemed to be rather close;
at one point I considered kissing her -- her eyes seemed to say "yes
please" -- but I did not.
After this I was standing in a hallway with the young woman. To my left,
against the wall, was a sink counter and a large mirror. To my right
was a doorway that led to a small bathroom. I assumed the sink counter
was outside of the bathroom to save space. I told the young woman I was
going to take a shower. Moments later she joined me in the shower.
I lathered up the wash cloth and proceeded to bath her in the shower.
I remember seeing her nicely tanned skin up close; it seemed so healthy
and soft to the touch. I moved slowly and deliberately with the lathered
wash cloth all over her lovely body -- time seemed to stand still for me.
It was her turn to wash me. I remember she tried to scrub my toenails
-- I told her the stuff on them would not come off. We finished
showering and left the bathroom. We seemed to be in a hotel suite. Being
in an amorous mood, we went over and plopped on a bed together. However,
we seemed to be constantly in the presence of people so the mood was killed.
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