Dream #1
I may have been in an office with a man about my age or a little bit younger. The man was thin, with longish, frizzy hair, possibly some stubble, and deep, brown eyes. Hey may have been wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He sat at a desk, leaning far back in a chair that had a flexible, reclining back. I may also have been looking at my BlackBerry, possibly at the Financial Times website.
The man laughed casually about me about my old co-worker TB because TB had a subscription to the Financial Times. But even though I laughed and thought it was one of TB's quirky-classy things, I also thought it was probably a good idea to have a subscription to the Financial Times myself. And it was a pretty good deal, I told myself: only twenty dollars a month!
I walked (out from under an open-air, sheltered, makeshift "office," like a field lab?) through a park-like area, possibly down a slightly long slope in coldish, blue shade. I was still looking at my BlackBerry, possibly at an advertisement showing that a subscription to the Financial times was only twenty dollars a month.
I then came under the shelter of a makeshift office, basically a complex of tarp-like roofs supported by branches and limbs. There may have been desks and computers in this "office," but there was also a lot of cluttered, random stuff.
I looked at a news alert email on my BlackBerry. It said something like, "Great Britain and Spain Decide to Unite in Business." For some reason this didn't seem very profitable to me. I thought of investments I needed to get out of before all this stuff happened. I was reluctant to get out of the investments. I had hoped for so much from them.
I was out of the shelter again and walking down a long hill in the sunlight. TB and some other of my old co-workers (DE and CJ?) were talking casually and laughing with each other about the Great Britain/Spain news. They were down at the bottom of the hill, but I could hear them as if they were right next to me.
But soon I was near my friends (though I couldn't actually see them anymore). They, seeing me, told me their problem. One company they (we?) did research on was British or Spanish but made a lot of its sales in other nations. My friends were trying to figure how to model and forecast sales and operating profits from these nations in both British and Spanish (?) currency.
To my friends this was an unsolvable problem, or one that required too much work. They wanted me to confirm that for them (???). TB, whose face I could now see, in closeup, with a tight sky behind him, joked, "Say we have the Chinese currency, the Yemibi or Yemimi or whatever you call it. How can we put that into British and Spanish currency? I don't think there's a practical way to do it."
We now walked toward my left and into an office which first was just a couple of desks and computers outside and then actually was like offices indoors. TB sat in one desk and DE sat in another desk at the opposite end of the room, slightly behind me, so I couldn't quite see him, and almost like he was in another room altogether.
TB sat back in the chair relaxedly, pushing the flexible seat-back backward and either stretching his arms out or holding them behind his head. I could see now that TB and DE had been looking to me for an answer, and possibly also to work to put something together for them, but that they had been afraid to ask me.
I now tried, as casually as possibly, to explain how I would translate the currencies by using the U.S. dollar as a common point. I tried to sound, as I explained, like I was happy to help. (During this explanation I woke from the dream. But I continued to try and work this problem out.)
Dream #2
I stood out in a field, possibly something like a farm field, with two women. The sky was yellow, like in a van Gogh painting. We stood on a path or a road of deep brown soil. On our right and left the land mounded up, slightly obscuring what lay on either side.
One woman (a park worker, DR, from volunteer projects I'd done) pointed things out for us, making it somewhat clear that this place was like a farm. She now pointed out, on the left field, a snake. Somehow I could see over the mound, getting a pretty clear view of the left field, which was bare, brown (and furrowed?) soil with one smallish tree (possibly with red fruit hanging from it) standing in the distance.
A red and black striped snake, like a coral snake or a king snake was moving away from under the tree, not slithering, necessarily, but inching along, like a caterpillar might be seen to do, by scrunching up its body and then pushing back outward. But the snake made two scrunches in its body. The snake also looked somewhat plastic or polished, not quite scaly or real.
DR and the other woman (my mother?) began talking about other things about the field, when I suddenly noticed the snake stretch itself upward diagonally, so that its body was taut and its head stood high in the air.
The snake repeated the process, this time becoming even larger and leaping even farther, coming closer to us. The women said, "Oh, that's silly. Snakes can't fly. The snake isn't flying."
The women turned away from the left field to divert our attention as I saw the snake leap again. Now I saw the snake fly over the right field, hovering in the air, in a somewhat random coil, almost approaching a figure-eight shape. The women had turned their attention back to the left field, standing a ways away from me.
The snake was now green, with a light green, pale belly and a pine-green back. It had "spots" along its back, more like chunky crescent shapes. These spots changed color, bright colors, changing like color stripes in the title screens of old arcade games.
The snake flew down and bit my left arm, on the inner side, at the elbow, sucking the blood from my vein. It may also have wrapped itself loosely around me. I stood there without being too worried, although I wondered why a snake was sucking my blood. Wasn't it supposed to be injecting a poison into me?
I now started worrying a little, thinking that once the snake had received all the blood it wanted from me it would stop being nice to me. It would turn on me, then, and inject me with its poison.
But now the women came back to me. They noticed the snake around me and made a remark about how that was inappropriate. Somehow the snake was removed. I saw, down on the ground, a couple splashes and splatters of blood which, for some reason, I couldn't quite believe was my own.
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