From the perspective of a girl, I listen to someone, my dad maybe, telling me something. He says the date 29 December twice.
And then from a third person perspective, like watching a movie, there’s Jodie Foster, sitting in front of an army officer, a desk across them. The officer reads a letter to her, from her dad I guess. He also says something about 29 December twice, and next to her sits another actor, the guy who played the werewolf in Harry Potter. He reiterates, whispering 29 December, and something about a medal of Honor. Foster doesn’t want it, but the other actor says something like this is your inheritance, or your legacy, your fate.
I’m at some cafe or waiting room for the train. I see __ from the Camino Frances. It’s as if I was expecting her, yet it was still a complete surprise to see her again. Then E– this tall guy I knew some 9 years ago from meetup hiking groups in Fremont, he appears to my side. I treat him like he’s done the camino, too, or like he’s part of our camino family. He’s so tall his head is almost touching the ceiling. I ask him how things are up there. . . There’s a third person present, but I don’t see him/her, just aware of their presence. . .
It’s night time and I was at some sort of cult-house-5 storey building. Somehow I knew my mission was to infiltrate the building and kill as many people in it as possible. My plan was to get to the top, start at the top floor and make my way down. So I parkour my way to the top–it was like a game, or a concourse, some sort of adventure/action video game. I jump and pull myself up through a 5-storey complex, but I do it effortlessly without losing energy or being out of breath. At the top balcony I await hidden. I see someone inside pacing, all covered in black, like a ninja, but with loose feminine clothing. The person hears something outside, me I guess, and come out to the balcony. When she’s outside, I kick her several times till she’s off the balcony, she didn’t know what hit her. The second person that came out was a harder to defeat. She was also wearing all black like a ninja, and, because she was beating me, I had to escape from her by diving into a sort of chute. At the ground floor, a welcome ceremony was happening for the leader of the cult. . . I’m not clear on the end of this scene, if they caught me or if I escaped. . .
The second scene took place in the daytime and I find myself on some platform or stage. I’m introduced to “T” and there’s five of them. I wondered why they all had the same name; I knew or was aware they’re all clones and were, I guess, all identical except for slight differences, like one was slightly less thinner than the others, but still wondered why they all introduced themselves as “T” and didn’t give variations to the name. They’re identical, but wearing different clothes.
In the next scene I’m sitting at a table having breakfast with a group of people, all women, I think. One woman at the head or near the head of the table was holding some sort of seed and rubbing or sliding it back and forth on her placemat. I understood she was grinding buckwheat or something, and I start to do the same on my placemat where I accumulate white buckwheat powder. . .
After a late afternoon nap: I was walking around in the town of Messines-Alte, in Alentejo, Portugal. It’s daytime. I pass by a cafe/bar in front of which was an A-frame advertising a list of what’s offered, one of which was “sex on the beach.” As I walk past I thought, they should also offer, “kids and marriage,” wondering if this drink has already been invented.
And then I’m in my bedroom, except there’s no bed. In the floor that would have been under my bed, my last piece of space cake lies. I dust it off, notice the weird smell, yet still decide to eat it.
I enter a back porch, or like a solarium in the back of a house and see a puppy sleeping on a couch. It’s a new puppy, newly adopted, and it wakes up, jumps off the couch and runs out to the backyard. I think it wet the couch, but I didn’t care, it’s an old couch. Outside the puppy meets first one and then a bunch of other puppies, the rest of the litter. There’s a female figure outside also, reminded me of my mom. She seemed happy to see so many puppies, while I was thinking/wondering, I thought we only adopted one? I couldn’t handle six puppies, cleaning after six dogs?
Written on 08 November 2019, Friday, but posting only now because I couldn’t remember dreams from this morn:
I was in some classroom, the teacher, white, female, blonde, very pretty. And then I’m in another classroom, behind me is another student, a female classmate I think, but I don’t see her. We were talking I’m not sure about what, maybe about the previous class I guess, the the same teacher from the previous scene appears except this time she’s older, and she, the teacher, takes off her blouse, and she’s wearing a black bra, and she’s saying something, but I’m still just listening to my classmate behind me, and then the teacher starts passing out treats and I try to ignore it, or try not to expect to get any, but I look in front of me and see she’s also left me treats on a plate, two chocolate ice-cream truffles, one was like a mint chocolate ice cream truffle, a surprise when I break it open, or maybe when I bit into it.
Then in another scene I’m walking into some lab, there’s a panel by the door where you put in the code before entering, and I knew the code but accidentally put in the wrong one but the door to the lab still opened, but I thought if they keep a record of who comes in based on the code entered, then I might get in trouble, so I close the door again and re-enter my own code, the one I knew somehow, and the door opens again, and I go in and see someone is already in the lab, they left a watch and a purse on the desk I wanted to use. I think I just needed to print something. A woman suddenly appears, she says she’s almost done, with whatever work she was doing in the lab I guess, and that she’s about to take off. Then maybe we chatted, or she was just standing there, smoking and waiting. I thought, this is how it is in Europe, people smoke in labs.
Then I’m in another classroom, except there were no chairs, no desks, no tables. A teacher appears, and then somehow I’m sitting down on a chair I guess, and this guy from tht Netflix series “Travels with my dad” appears and he sits down and I tell him, yeah, I had to bring in (or buy?) these two tables and chairs. . . The teacher I sensed was his dad.
First dream was like an adventure. . . I land on some world to explore, there’s different destinations, sites, with monuments or statues. One was of a dragon. Then I think I become a dragon, I fly and descend on some other land where there are other monuments and statues. . . Or maybe this other land is the same world, but with different statues. I’m looking for one that I guess I’d seen before in the first world. I get the sense the worlds are connected, in time maybe, like it’s the same world but I’ve travelled back in the past, or to the future of the first one. . .
I see the statue of the dragon, but it’s much smaller, like a baby dragon. I guess it grows over time. I look to my left, this area I hadn’t seen before as I landed near the statue up between two mountains in a sort of mini-valley there’s a giant statue of a man. I remember seeing it in the first world, but it was smaller then. It was all black, with a shroud, like a shredded wash-cloth, on his head partially covering his face. In this second world I see the giant statue in profile, and then it suddenly turns to me, looks at me. . .
Though this was not a nightmare in the sense that the feeling was not of terror, I was taken aback. And even though I was thrown back, I knew or recognized that that was the statue I was looking for. It was the statue that would re-transform me back into a human. . .
In another dream I’m with a woman, it’s as if we’re on a holiday together, or some weekend date. We hop over some hedge and onto a road that’s streaming with water. There are some guards/security nearby, maybe controlling traffic, but they don’t stop us as we walk up the road. The flooding gets up to our ankles and we look to the side of the road, and one rice paddy is full to the brim of water and we can see it’s very deep. We go to the next rice paddy and see it’s below us, as if we’re looking over a ledge overhanging the rice paddy, and there are some people under the ledge taking a swim in the paddy. I wanted to swim too but wasn’t sure how to get down from the ledge. I guess I didn’t want to swim in the first, full paddy because no one was there and it was maybe way too deep, but you can see the fish in it. The woman and I keep going, walking, and we get into this sort of underground market place full of shops and restaurants, mainly Asian or Japanese. The woman orders for us in Japanese. We sit down to a big feast, and I ask the woman how much I owe her, or that we can settle up later. . . She didn’t say anything as we get ready to eat. . . I remember feeling glad I was on a date. . .
In another dream, I’m walking through some medieval town. There are other pilgirms around walking through the drizzly day. I would look through alleys, trying to catch a glimpse of the castle that I guess I knew would be around some where. Another pilgrim points out something in the ground. I got the sense that it’s the mast of some sailboat wrapped up and lying on the ground, wedged in some alley. But what’s it doing here? I wondered. It was wrapped up in some orange sail. . .
I was in some sort of exercise class, or maybe a yoga class. There were only four of us on one big mat, except it wasn’t a mat but a thick sort of foam pad like the ones you’d fall on in climbing gyms, and this pad was set in the middle of what seems to be a basketball court, but there’s no one else around except us four until the instructor walked in. She was a light-skinned black woman with short-cropped blonde hair. She was wearing a one-piece bathing suit that was tight and black at the bottom, but loose and white at the top. She introduced herself as a bartender, or maybe a host, standing in for the instructor, without giving us her name. She did plank pose in front of us on her mat and we all copied her. She lowered the pose onto her elbows, and I craned to see her nipples as her loose top stretched on her shapely breasts.
And then I’m at some restaurant-bar and I see some of my coworkers sitting at a corner booth, and one of my American co-workers is the bartender. No one has yet noticed I’m there, and I was trying to decide if I should get a drink, but unsure if I even belonged there.
Dream this morning was muddled, but here’s what I remember:
I was in some hostel, for some reason I think it was a boat hostel, in a room with a number of other guests. I can’t remember what the conversation was about exactly, but I end up speaking with one guest only, an older woman, trying to explain this idea of families of languages, how languages are more related to each other depending on which family they belong to. I do not remember what or how the woman responded, but I remembered feeling like what she was saying and what I was saying just do not match. I thought about giving her specific examples of a language like Tagalog, but also felt apathetic about the whole conversation, thinking to myself, what’s the point, we’re not really talking about the same topic?
And then in another dream, or maybe in a later part of the above dream, I’m in a car sitting in the front passenger seat. My dad is driving and it’s night time. There’s a traffic jam. I thought my dad was driving recklessly, trying to cut in front of other cars. The bottleneck cleared up and I see there’s a cop in blue with blinking lights trying to guide the traffic to turn right, our right, his left. Then I also see behind him there’s a massive sink-hole, and so a bunch of cars were driving in front of him around the sink hole. But this one car I see slowly slide behind the traffic cop and drop into the sink hole. My dad I thought was still driving recklessly, cutting into the traffic flowing to the right. I’m not sure if he cared, or even if anyone noticed, the car that dove into the hole. I was anxious about it all, the car falling and the reckless driving.
Walking along some path, coastal, I guess, with this blonde woman who feels like a relative of mine. She’s a little overweight and she seemed sad. A tear beaded down her cheek. I embraced her.
In another dream I’m sitting down at a table, there’s a bowl of ice cream, two scoops, one chocolate, another strawberry. I swirl a spoon on the ice cream, slightly changing their perfect spheres, making a sort of butterfly pattern/design on them. My brother gets upset that I’m messing with the spheres. He leaves the table. There’s another person, our nanny or babysitter, I guess. She points out there are bits of spearmint on the ice cream. My brother comes back. The nanny mixes up the mint into the ice cream with a spoon. Some extra leaves that weren’t chopped up into little pieces she picks out of the bowl and tosses them out. I throw a little tantrum, showing her not to throw out any mint. . . then I wake up.
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