Dream 1
I was on some kind of weather testing station. It seemed like a sailing ship. I was outside it with a group of people. It was night, raining a lot. The head scientist -- she may have called herself the senior scientist at one point, was showing us how the machine worked.
A bunch of magnetic elements gave power to something like satellite dishes which sensed certain conditions all over the world. These satellites were all blocked by other components which performed unrelated functions. I wondered how the satellites could even work. But at the very end of this shaft was one last dish, very small, almost made of plastic, which seemed to allow to function all the rest of the dishes.
I was out on the "bow" of this "ship" with the senior scientist. She had me go out on the poles and fashion ropes or lines to hooks. I had to climb from pole to pole. I thought we were on solid ground, but I felt like we were on a stormy ocean. I was very afraid, but somehow I finished the task assigned me.
The senior scientist explained another task, which was feeding long sheets of paper like charting paper into a slot for a computer. Each strip of paper had a name on it, probably for a different geographical region. There might have been sixteen geographical regions. Each paper had to be loaded in order so the data recorded would correspond, not only to the title, but to other charted data already on the paper.
It seemed hard for me to do this. Possibly I couldn't figure how the titles I read on the papers correlated to the titles the senior scientist was calling for.
Dream 2
I sat on a subway train. A tall, thickish, Hispanic man sat to my left. He looked kind of like me. He had short hair, a scraggly beard, and glasses. But he had a weird, half-impaired look in his eyes. He wore a nice, tan trenchcoat.
We rode outside, or above ground, through an area that looked like mountains and farmland. It was a sunny, sllightly humid morning.
The man was rolling one die. his trenchcoat flapped a little onto the seat, and the die would land on the flap of trenchcoat. Something about the man seemed a little insane. I was a little annoyed by his constantly rolling the die, but I figured he could be doing something worse insead.
The train stopped. I thought it was my stop, but I heard or realized that I still had a ways to go. The train had before been comfortably filled. But now a lot of people piled in. I now sat very close to the man in the trenchcoat. He still rolled his die.
We might have gone underground. I was going to ask the man to stop rolling the die -- it was really irritating now that we sat so close. But he asked me to play against him before I could ask him to stop.
I asked, "How many rolls?"
He said, "Fifteen."
I said, "Fifteen?" and puffed my cheeks out a little and sighted.
I saw that some people nearby were looking at me and the man.
I don't know if I ever rolled the die. But I noticed now how small it was -- maybe each edge was one-quarter of an inch.
The man rolled a four The dots were regular -- one on each side. But then he rolled a five or a six. The dots went straight down the center. This struck me as very strange.
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