Dream #1
A scene like in a movie or a TV show. A barroom. A bunch of military men were gathered together, possibly after the test-flight of some new jets. The lighting in the bar was somehow very pale and stagey.
A young man who looked like Ron Howard when he was on Happy Days stood by a white, square column. Another, older man came up to him. He slung his right arm up against the column, to kind of get close to the young man, as if he were trying to hit on him.
I was now the young man. I thought, Well, I'm not attracted to this guy. The man got flustered and embarrassed. He said, "Now I will show you real willpower. I can show you that someone can be in love without having his love fulfilled, without even trying to have his love fulfilled, and that he can still be happy and do everything he should." He then walked away.
Dream #2
Black and white footage rolling, as if part of a documentary. The narrator's voice that of a woman or a young boy or girl. The first view apparently of the entrance to an Egyptian tomb. A smooth wall with an ornate, horseshoe-shaped doorway. From the doorway pursed a flood of hard debris.
The narrator spoke about how this place had originally been covered in debris, soil, and rocks, and had looked like a mountain, even though she (?) knew that this place had been here all along. She may have spoken about how good a job had been done of clearing the space out.
The view was now of the cave/hall just inside the entrance to the tomb. The floor and ceiling were of brick/stone and were wide and smooth and may have met, in a flat ellipse shape.
The view was like the lung-lining in the film Fantastic Voyage.
There was now a view from a point farther in through this hall, looking backward toward the doorway. A few men, spaced far apart from each other, walked through the wide passageway. The men looked and were dressed like miners.
The floor began undulating in small, separate rolls, as if there were a gentle earthquake or as if the floor were becoming alive. The men now fell into the floor, as if the hard stones which made the floor were actually quicksand. There seemed to be no panic about this.
Dream #3
I was in "my mom's house" in the bright daytime. I was all by myself. My mom put me in charge of watching the house while she was away. In particular, she asked me to keep people out of the house.
I walked to the front door. I knew my mom had told me to keep the front door closed. But, I thought, since the screen door also had a lock on it, I would keep the front door open and close and lock the screen door.
I walked to the door and looked outside. The day was incredibly colorful, with some parts somewhere in the landscape as bright as Galle glass.
I tested the screen door and found that the lock didn't work at all. You could simply push on the door and it would open. I was a little nervous, as if I had already left the front door opened and unlocked for long enough to compromise the integrity of my mother's house.
Dream #4
I was in a museum. I may have just come out of an exhibit that was partly Egyptian and partly something else. I stood in a darkish "lobby"-type area -- dark walled like the gems section of the American Museum of Natural History.
To my right was a staircase upward. The staircase was thin, painted sky blue with white trim and banisters, and looked like something in an old Pennsylvania Dutch house. I might possibly have remembered that up that way was another Egyptian exhibit -- one which hadn't been disappointingly remodeled (as, apparently, the one I'd just been to had been).
I climbed the stairs. I was now in an almost completely dark, dark-walled room. Somewhere ahead of me, on a wall to my right, was a video screen, which may have been showing only a black screen, but which gave off a small amount of light.
To my right I now saw an Egyptian bust at the top of a black staircase. A spotlight lit the bust. The bust was tannish white, as if made of impure (?) white quartz, and outlined in black over a very dark blue for the eyes, beard (?), and crown/headdress.
I thought, This is what I was looking for. I walked to the foot of the staircase. At the foot was a small, black bust. Its pedestal was set into the first couple steps of the stairway, so that it divided the stairway for those steps. The bust was a pharaoh image (like the Hatsheput (?) at the Brooklyn Museum of Art (where I had gone in waking life on the previous day)). The bust had no nose.
I continued up the steps. At the top was now a different bust, unlike anything Egyptian I had ever seen. The bust was a pharaoh image, in completely clear crystal material, with all the features and the lines of the pharaoh's head in a beautiful deep blue. The image wasn't lit. The only light which fell on it was ambient light from some area beyond the entrance to this exhibit. The sculpture was small, the bust being maybe nine inches tall.
From the left side of the bust was a thin rectangle, maybe twelve inches long, of the pure, clear crystal. The whole sculpture was balanced as if this long rectangle were resting on a tiny podium, so that the whole sculpture angled down from there.
I looked at the title card, which was black with white lettering. The card said that the clear material was "pure Hargrove."
I began hearing heavy breathing, as if it were right in my ears. (I woke to some noise like heavy breating. I'm not sure what it was. It could have been my own heavy breathing. It could also have been something outside my apartment, in the hallway, where I may have heard the shuffling of feet up the stairs.)
Dream #5
I was standing in line somewhere like a convenience store. I had gotten the things I was looking for. I stood in line, but a few people walked ahead of me. The people were all old women, and the line was only loosely formed, anyway, so I didn't mind very much mind being cut ahead of. The convenience store was messy but comfortable-looking, possibly due to the warm-yellow winter light coming in from outside.
One of the key figures at my company, ML, now got in line ahead of me. I didn't mind him, either. He might have noticed me. I wanted to talk to him, but I couldn't think of anything to say.
I now sat in a strange place which was possibly supposed to be a living room. The floor was smooth, like some futuristic plastic, and it sloped downwards. I was with a few other people, friends or family, including ML. We were all watching a TV which was down low on the ground, possibly attached to a weird wiry device. We all sat or sprawled along the floor.
I kept losing track of ML's identity in my mind -- forgetting who he was.
As the show we were watching, Dr. Strangelove, started, the first view was of Peter Sellers as Dr. Strangelove. He didn't say anything, but he was making a strange, awkward, serious expression. I was laughing out loud.
I now looked back at ML. Was he Peter Sellers? Was he a friend of Peter Sellers? I thought I'd ask him what Peter Sellers had been like. But then I realized that ML hadn't known Peter Sellers at all. I wanted to talk with ML. But I had no idea what to talk about.
Dream #6
I was in a space like an outdoor area that looked like it was indoors. There was a partly-constructed house that may have been fully constructed. To the right of this house was another place, which may have been something like a collection of cubicles in an open-walled structure. To the left of the house was something like an office -- just one office -- which may have been housed by a shed-like structure.
The ground through all this area was something like grey gravel. My boss BS had sent me here to check out how some of our business would work, to make sure our new conditions would be alright. As I got there, a group of rich people, led by a guide who may also have been rich, also arrived. The rich people were all old and white and they wore jeans and nice, but light, jackets.
I had checked out something with a phone cable in the cubicle structure and was now hammering some nails into the roof of the central house. (I had also, probably, at some point, been nailing a tiny wheel, like a ship's steering wheel, but only about two inches in diameter, onto the edge of the roof.)
The rich people climbed up onto the roof and talked all around me, as if I didn't matter at all, as if I was just some idiot. I thought, I'm their equals. They don't even realize it. This place is being built for me. Just because I'm helping out with its construction doesn't mean I'm just some idiot.
But now I had my doubts. Maybe BS was planning to demote me.
A prettyish woman, a little overweight, with tannish skin and long, black hair, had climbed up the ladder to check something and then climbed back down to go to the shed office. BS had told me about her. BS' company and one other company would be working heree. The woman was an assistant from the other company. She would be like an assistant and receptionist for both companies.
I was kind of attracted to the woman. I thought I would go ask her if she'd like me to turn on some music -- in my mind's eye I could see a silver boombox somewhere nearby.
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