Dream 1
I made a drop-down menu of names on a weird contact list computer program. One of my boss BS's contacts didn't want to be on the list anymore. But I had to create the drop-down list and put her on it to take her off. The background behind the menu looked like a graveyard drawn in oil pastels. I was confused whether the contact wanted to be on or off the list.
Dream 2
I had to perform a task for my boss EB.
Dream 3
I had just moved into a good-sized, nice apartment in a suburban-feeling area. The apartment was on the ground floor. I sat on the back porch, reading something. I figured I would come inside for some reason. I would read in the living room.
I closed all the blinds, not wanting to be seen by anybody in the complex (kind of townhome style, with a winding road through it and lawns before the apartments). I knew if the people saw me, they'd cause trouble.
But somehow some kids got close to my windows. They smashed up my blinds -- or they actually didn't, but their presence did. I started talking with the kids. Apparently they were nice. They faded out.
I was by a side window, boarding it up and putting a blanket over it to keep people from seeing me. I was talking (in my head) to someone, a friend. I thought perhaps I should unlock my window so I could see my friend. But I became absorbed by the sliding configuration of the white boards I had used to block my window.
Dream 4
I walked down a suburban street, in the road, on the right hand side. I was walking past nice houses, but they were also like the backs of apartments or business buildings, with short staircases leading up to heavy, dull-painted doors.
Two Mexican kids (one of whom I never saw and who eventually faded out of existence (?)) were following me, annoying me. I tried to pretend they didn't bother me. They would run up to the doors, pound on them, and scream. The one kid I saw would beat on the door with a red balloon. Then he would charge at me, bouncing the red balloon in my face and growling.
I turned the block to see an incongruous, stately building made of stone, in a very classic style, i.e.
except somehow very smooth and seamless. It didn't fit in with this semi-upper-class, suburban neighborhood.
The kid with the red balloon was nicer to me, hugging me and talking.
In the distance I saw a hill with a lot of buildings. I thought to a block there with some nice restaurant. But I couldn't figure how I would get there.
I was in a big house. There were windows all around, showing a mountainous scene under a greyish sky with maybe a little snow. Some other houses were here and there.
There was a road. Two teenage Mexican guys were taunting me and trying to break into my house. But I did something that got them to leave.
I knew the cops were now following the Mexican guys. I knew the Mexican guys were mad at my mom and were going to kill her. They had gone to her house before coming to mine. But she had sent the police to follow them. The police, coincidentally, caught up with them after they had come to attack me.
I was in front of my mom's house as the guys pulled up -- both in the backseat. They had come to do a drive-by shooting on my mom's house. But I ran to the car (a dull gold, 1980s-style car) before they could do anything.
I challenged the guys to a fight. They wouldn't get out of the car, so I jumped in through the back passenger side window. The guy on the left pulled out a beautifully polished, silver "switchblade" that reminded me of a curling iron or a comb (though now it obviously seems like a shaving razor with no blade, only a hinged, silver casing).
I put my neck right where the black should have been, wondering why it wasn't sharp. I wanted to take a cut to prove I wasn't afraid and then fight back.
My mom was driving the car. I sat on the driver's side, beside the two guys. We drove through a nice, mountainous area. We were all laughing.
I told the guys, "I like you both. But sometimes you, you in particular," (to the one to my right) "can be assholes." The one to my right was sweating. We all laughed. I was a woman for a second, making flirtatious glances to my right and left.
My mom sat in the front passenger seat. A blank "chauffeur" drove. The two people beside me were a man and a woman, both naked. They said, "Well, we'd better be going now. We'll see you later." They pulled up a blanket over themselves to go do sleep.
But the woman, who sat next to me, first making sure the jealous man was asleep, turned to me and hugged me warmly, saying, "I'm glad you visited. It's always nice when you make us laugh and make us feel special."
Dream 5
Two women sat at a table, battling with something like tarot cards. One woman put down a card of a brown, orange, and gold landscape and said to the other woman, "Do you have anything to match that?"
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