Dream #1
I may have been driving a car in a gravel and asphalt parking lot in the mountains. It was daytime. I tried to park the car in a space, but I stopped just before the space. The lot had seemed relatively empty before. Now it was slightly full. There may have been cars in line behind me, also waiting to park. At some point I was on a bicycle instead of in a car.
An old man was directing us into spaces. The old man looked tallish. He was slightly wrinkled, with a slick, bald head and tanned skin. I was directed into a specific space which may have been in a cobble-filled section of parking lot. But I looked around and saw that the space I had wanted to park in was still open.
I pulled my bike out of my current space and rode in some kind of clockwise ellipse to get to the desired space. As I did I rode over a patch of cobblestones littered either with long shards of bottle glass or long shards of the hard shell of some fruit, like a coconut. My tires may have gotten slashed.
I tried again to park in the space, but was once again directed into the space I had been directed to before. This time some of the parking spaces may have had signs, like white signs with black lettering on wooden stakes. The signs may have had professions on them, many of which had to do with the sciences.
As soon as I got into my directed space again I pulled right back out of it. I ran over the long shards again and thought again how I must have ripped up my tires. I looked to the opposite side of the parking lot. There were a couple open spaces there. One space with a scientific title looked particularly interesting to me.
I may have started to head over that way. But now I realized that I hadn't been taking care of my bike. I thought to myself that I really should take care of my bicycle. I either stopped myself or I was stopped by someone else.
A woman somewhere, dressed like a stereotypical Greek goddess, but with weird spikes of pale wood in her hair, reprimanded me. She told me that I kept injuring my bike because I wouldn't stay in my own space. She told me that I neglected my bike all the time, and that the next time I did it, she would take it away from me.
Dream #2
It was night. I got off of one subway train and was walking along a platform to another. I was outside, in an area like the platform for the NJ Transit trains from the Newark airport.
I was looking for a 2-train. I was on an upper tier. I needed to walk down a series of steps to get to the 2-train platform. As I walked down the steps I saw the 2-train pass, but on a center track, not stopping at this platform. I wondered if I was in the right place to catch this train.
Another train may have stopped here not long after. The train seemed much taller than usual, and the entrance to the train seemed to be too high for me to step into comfortably.
Dream #3
I was at the office. It may have been night. The office was fully lit. I was laying on an enormous, thick bed, possibly with pale grey-blue sheets and no blanket. The pillows seemed to be fitted into the bed. I may have been eating something like pasta in a chili sauce.
A trader from my company, B, walked up to the right side of my bed. I lay on my right side. B asked me how everything was going. I tried to be positive, and I spoke about how I was excited for how my BS' launch was going to go.
(In waking life, I had, by this point, been removed from my boss' research team, although I was still coming into the office every day. I helped my boss out with little projects here and there. But I was not directly involved in the post-merger re-launch of all his previous research coverage, nor in the launch of the research of any of the companies he would be doing new research on. At this point in time, my boss was also going through the approval process on his reports with the heads of our department.)
As I said this, BS passed my bed and walked into his office, off beyond the head of the bed and to the right. I asked B how BS had done on his presentation. B said (maybe just judging by the rushed, annoyed manner in which BS walked to his office) that there was probably a lot BS had to work on for his reports.
Dream #4
I walked down out of some ramped hallway like in an airport or a hospital. I ended up in a plaza area that had the spatial feel of the Coney Island subway stop. It may even have opened directly onto a beach. But it was actually the entrance to a large discount clothing store, like a Ross Dress for Less.
I at first walked past the store, thinking it was nothing. Then I realized what it was and quickly turned around to enter. I had to walk though gates that were like subway turnstiles. I scurried through a wide open space that was moderately busy with people, possibly mainly Hispanic families.
I was searching for the lingerie section. I thought I would go get a lot of cheap lingerie. I found the section. It was enormous -- there was section after section. I looked around every once in a while to make sure nobody I knew was here. I couldn't find anything in particular as I passed through the different sections quickly. I was currently just trying to figure out how many sections there were in this whole place. I was really just glancing at all the racks.
I may have grabbed a couple really big pairs of cotton panties. I may have thought to myself how my mom would fit into these panties better than I. There may have been two pairs: one dull blue and the other dullish white-grey, both with a speckled pattern like mini leopard print.
I walked into a smaller section, which had satiny-looking items, darkish pink and other vivid colors. There might have been a few Hispanic girls or women looking around here. I hoped they wouldn't think badly of me because I was looking around here.
Dream #5
I may have been at a party with my co-workers CT and CL. I may have gone to sleep and woken up. I was somewhere like a living room, with the front door open to the bright daylight outside. The room itself was very narrow. There may have been a (half-empty?) bookshelf along the wall to my left. I was sitting on the floor, as if I had pulled myself up from sleeping on my back.
There were a couple people before me, maybe including CT. They were explaining to me how CL had died the night before. After the party, CL had left CT. CL had already been extremely drunk. But he had apparently gone somewhere else and had had even more to drink. He might have collapsed on the street before getting home, later dying of alcohol poisoning.
While this was all being explained to me, I felt like there was some way I could go back in time and stop it, as if, if I could just hear what had happened and visualize it strongly enough, I could "pull" myself back into the situation and go with CL wherever he went after the party, keeping him from getting too drunk.
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