Dream 1
A car race. The star of the race, an attractive, clean-faced, long-haired white man, kept falling behind. Everybody (in the stadium?) was surprised. Some were glad. I felt that, and I tried to understand what was wrong.
(At the end of one of the laps?) the star's car slowed to a stop. The crew -- a ton of people -- swarmed around the car to pull the man out. The man was limp. He looked exhausted but also somehow happy. He was sick.
There was a cutaway like on TV. The race went on for a while. I thought, It's been a long time since they've said anything about the man.
An announcer came on as "the view" drifted toward beautiful mountains. The announcer said the star had been diagnosed with AMPHORIMAST -- a disease that corroded the skin like a rock-hard bruise.
I saw the bruise on the man's forearm. I thought, They must care about him -- they diagnosed him so quickly and let all of us know what was happening.
I now saw a steep slope covered in snow -- which is odd, because it was almost a cliff.
The announcer said the disease comes from a strong trauma to the skin -- something like a high fall. This is exactly what had happened to the racing star on a ski trip he'd recently taken.
I saw a person (probably the man) on a ski vehicle, going down the cliff. He fell off the vehicle and tumbled down the cliff.
Dream 2
I was in a park with a family. We were walking back to the car from a "mountain" (more like a hill) that was at the other end of a field. A little girl or boy ran past me and back toward the "mountain." The father called gently to the child.
The girl (?) turned around and plead with the father (happily), "Couldn't we go to the mountain one more time?"
I said, "I'll go with her," even though I'm pretty sure I worried that helping the girl would take a lot of time out of my day.
The father said, "We'll all three go."
It was night. My boss EB was driving up a mountain road. I and a woman were with him. I felt that EB and the woman thought of me as a kid.
I looked out and saw a beautiful city of orange lights. I shouted out how easy it was to see the city, and one building in particular -- possibly where "we worked." But as soon as I said how easy it was to see that one building, everything became somehow swirled together.
We were at the mountaintop. There was a small but very modern town, centered by a futuristic-looking, plastic-looking, grey hotel that looked like a church, a government building, and an airport. I thought, That's a lot of expense to put into a place like this, where people only come a few months out of the year.
We drove on a bridge to the front door, over a (restaurant?) that looked like a parking garage. Only one person, a pretty girl in a grey dress, was there. I thought, This is the perfect example: one person in that whole nice restaurant.
We were walking in a hallway by a poster of liquor. A few guys who looked like frat boys stood and sat by a little niche with a table. They were talking about tequila. I scanned the poster from top to bottom (the poster black with widely spaced pictures of glasses full of colorful drinks) as the guys' conversation continued. Some people said they liked tequila with beer. That might have been the most popular way to have it. Others mixed it into drinks. That was mostly for women.
"But," one guy said, "I'm sick of the tequila drink I have right now. I'm going to try something else. But I certainly won't try tequila straight up. There's no trashier thing than to drink straight up tequila!"
I felt bad. I love tequila straight up. But I also wondered how else you could have tequila, if you don't like it straight up, in a mixed drink, or in beer.
The man "had" the other drink already and was stirring it in a glass cup with a small foot and a small handle. The liquid was clar and red, like flat, red cream soda. I thought, Well, that's just a different kind of straight up tequila!
Dream 3
I was in a room with a few "coworkers." We were taking something out of boxes and putting it into other boxes. I was too eager to do it, and I seemed to mess it up somehow.
Our boss talked about a job offer she had made me and how it had accidentally gotten put into one of the boxes. I thought to search for it. But then I thought, No, nevermind. I already have a job.
But this really would have been work I'd enjoy. The salary would have been ($33K or $38K), which is less than I get in waking life. But I could have figured a way to make things work. Nevertheless I wasn't too disappointed that I'd missed the new job opportunity.
Dream 4
A woman sat before me in a nice, suburban house. She sat by a window overlooking a nice lawn and told me how a male friend of her, perhaps her brother, was having a hard time finding a place to live.
I told her, "Well, tell him to look hard and only take something that's really good. You can find it, though. For instance, I have a place that's all mine. It's not the biggest place in the world. But it's good. I like it."
(At this point I was awakened by what sounded like my bedroom door clicking shut.)
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