(Dream from 6/9/18) -- Little girl kisses me

This dream is from two nights ago. But I got really busy yesterday morning and couldn't post it.

Dream 1

I was probably in a living room, sitting under a blanket or sheet with a little girl. The girl was blonde. She may have been one of my little nieces. There may have been a couple of women in the living room, sitting on a couch. They may have been relatives of mine, like cousins. But I didn't see them: I only remembered them or knew they were there.

The little girl was laying on my lap, like I was cradling her. She wasn't wearing a shirt. I started to stroke her chest, rubbing her left nipple. She seemed to be comfortable, even aroused. I bent my face down toward hers, to kiss her. She grabbed my head and quickly pulled me closer. She darted her tongue into my mouth.

the beginning of a cycle

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a house with my family. It may have been morning, not too long after sunrise. Most of my family was in some other part of the house, probably sleeping. But my mother, my brother, and I were all at the front of the house.

We were in a space like a hallway before the living room. But the left wall of the hallway was a small space or structure like a small room with a bunk bed in it or a bunk bed with the bottom bed being as large as the floor of a small room.

As my brother approached the end of the hallway he threw up. There wasn't much vomit, but it managed to splash up from the floor pretty violently, so that I had to move quickly to dodge it. My mom rushed to my brother and supported him to the living room, where he vomited a great deal.

I now understood, possibly from a conversation between my mother and brother, that my brother was really sick because of an alcohol-related disease. The disease had been at bay for a while. But it had started up again because my brother had started drinking heavily again. He had been out last night drinking, so now he was in really bad shape.

I left the living room, partly because I was a little grossed out by all the vomit, but partly because I was disappointed in my brother for having started drinking again.

I walked into the small space on the side wall of the hallway. There were some bits of something that looked like potatoes on the floor. I had the bad feeling that I'd have to clean this stuff off this particular section of floor. If I didn't, nobody else would.

I now heard my mom and brother talking back and forth. My brother told my mom that the best thing was for him just to start his alcohol and substance abuse cycle and get into it as intensely as possible, just let the cycle work itself out, and then let it subside again. This sounded really horrible, and I hoped brother wouldn't do it.

writing someone else's report; rogemmstein

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place like a living room with some friend, possibly my old friend R. My friend knew that I was about to go meet with some man who wrote papers.

My friend wanted me to approach the writer to see if the writer would write a paper, or parts of a paper that my friend had been assigned to write. My friend may possibly have thought that if the man at least wrote some of the difficult passages, it would be easy for my friend to finish the rest.

I was now in a different room, also like a living room, with the man. I was about to ask the man if he would be able to write the report, or the passages in the report, for my friend, even though I felt bad about asking something like this.

But before I could ask, the man started talking about something, probably about how busy he was on some project. I knew this meant the man would not be able to help write anything for my friend. In fact, I felt like I was here to help the man, not to ask favors of him.

Dream #2

There may have been some kind of accident or disaster involving buildings in some town. Someone may have needed to write a report about the incident. But I knew that the report was still missing a lot of details. Nevertheless, I knew that most of the report could just be written with stock material, and that the actual details could be filled in later.

Now I saw a street corner in the downtown area of some city. I was looking at a three- or four-story, white-painted concrete building. There was a wooden sign over the door with a name like "Rogemmstein" burned into it. The name Rogemmstein was a condensation, I knew, of the names Rogers and Hammerstein. There may have actually been one more name condensed in there.

Some bad incident had occurred in this building. It may have been something like a single or multiple murder, or it may have been something like an accident with the material of the building or a natural disaster.

I knew a report needed to be written on the incident. But there were still a lot of details missing regarding the incident. But I knew that I could write most of the report from standard stock material. Then, when the details of this incident started coming in, I could fill in the blanks of the report with these details.

whose DVD player?

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a living room with some members of my family. The living room was small, kind of dim, and kind of cluttered. I sat on the carpeted floor, probably with my back propped against the foot of the couch. My sister probably sat on the couch, near my left shoulder.

My mom's best friend CM came into the room from some small hallway off to my right. She stopped and stood near some kind of cluttered frame of red-painted, metal tubing, like a frame made of a bunch of chair-frames all welded together and crammed full of old household clutter.

CM held a red electronic device in her hands. It was apparently a portable DVD player. CM asked, "Do you know whose this is?"

I told CM that the DVD player was my sister's. In fact, my sister had been looking for the DVD player just recently. But CM said something about how where she'd found the DVD player or what disc she'd found in the DVD player had led her to believe that the DVD player wasn't actually my sister's.

My sister seemed indifferent to the fact that the DVD player had been found. But she said, "Look! If he says that that's my DVD player, then it's mine! You need to listen when he tells you things."

CM possibly didn't hand me the DVD player, but she held it close enough so that I could see it. It was colored red, like an old amusement park ride, maybe even with sparkly flecks in the red. But it looked broken. Some part of the front casing was broken off, possibly the part where the DVD was held. And the casing for the batteries (AA batteries) was gone, too.

Either my youngest or my second youngest nephew came to sit down next to me. We may both have been under blankets. My nephew made up some kind of excuse for why he needed to lay by me. He was afraid -- as he'd probably be IWL -- that I would ask him not to be so close to me. But I recognized that, and I told him he was fine laying by me.

But now I realized I had left my phone plugged in off to my right, near the metal frame-thing. I wanted to have my phone near me, just in case. But I didn't want to ask my nephew to move, now that he was comfortable with me. We were both basically laying down by now. And I didn't want to make too big a deal about missing my phone, because I didn't want someone else to grab it for me -- just in case I'd left something shameful on the front screen.

bouncing elevator

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I walked from a slate-grey mezzanine lobby in a skyscraper, into an elevator. The elevator was as big as a living room. The floor of the elevator was a nice carpet with a nice-looking, Persian design on it. The walls were a nice, heavy wood. The lighting was dim and incandescent.

The elevator began going up. I knew I had to get to a very high floor. But the elevator seemed to be taking a long time getting up there. It then seemed like the elevator was going up, then down, then up, then down. Later, I might have felt like I was going up way too fast, and that I'd crash into the ceiling of the building. I also watched the LCD display on the elevator wall: red, digital-style numbers. But mostly they seemed to be zeroes -- nothing else.

shot in the face; thunderclouds; independence days; being pissy

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a room, probably a living room, with my nephews and maybe some of my other family members. My nephews were all running around wildly, mostly around one structure in the room that seemed like a child-sized chair with a couple boxes piled on or around it.

Things were getting really out of hand. I may have been getting ready to try and deal with the situation. But my youngest nephew, in defiance of whatever anger I was showing, pulled up a gun and shot me in the face.

I didn't hear the gunshot. All I sensed was a quick pop of light, like when a light bulb suddenly goes out, accompanied by an almost electronic, bird-warbling sound. Then all my vision was just a blank, dull brown-red. I couldn't hear, see, or feel anything. I figured I was probably dead.

But then I could tell I was near my mom or sister. I was either being held while standing up or lying in the arms of my mother or sister. I hadn't heard anybody ask me anything. But I just crossed may arms back and forth in front of me a couple of times, as if to say, "No, thanks. Don't do anything for me. I'm already dead. Don't worry about it."

I had made the arm motions because I couldn't talk. But now I could. I must have heard somebody ask me a question, because I now said, " Oh, no, I can't see anything. But I'd rather not see right now. I really don't want to know what I look like."

Dream #2

I was driving or running along somewhere during the afternoon. I was probably in some suburban part of town, flat, with a wide, cloudy sky overhead. I suddenly began to pass under an even cloudier section of sky. The clouds were low, thick, and grey-black. They looked like they could send down spikes of lightning at any second.

I was really afraid. I began to move faster, hoping I could get out from under these clouds or into whatever building I was headed for before the lightning started to get really bad. But I also realized that it was a kind of cold day. It was too cold, I thought, for lightning actually to strike -- despite my ominous tactile sensations, which always seem to surface on my skin before thunderstorms. I was less worried, but not quite convinced the lightning wouldn't strike. But I probably slowed down my running or driving a bit.

Dream #3

I was in some room like a living room. I was listening to some device which may sometimes have looked like a cassettee Walkman, a CD Walkman, and an iPod. I was listening, apparently, to a compilation of versions of the song "Independence Day," by Elliott Smith. Every version was apparently done by Smith.

Each song seemed to be a bit more and more distracted or corrupted versus the original version. I was getting a little frustrated, hoping I could eventually get back to the original version. I wanted to sing it, but I couldn't quite remember how it went.

One of the final versions I heard was actually some dramatic theme from one of the Star Trek series. I was reading some horizontally scrolling text on my device that said this theme had been influenced by "Independence Day." The theme was orchestral and electronic, I think. But the melody sounded a lot like the beginning guitar playing for "Independence Day." After that, some of the progressions sounded the same, though the actual melody became something of its own.

The final song I heard was probably Smith's "Waltz #2" song.

Dream #4

I was possibly using a laptop in some living room. My third oldest nephew came up to me and started acting annoying. I got all pissy. I stood up and stomped away into the kitchen, then used the laptop in the kitchen. I probably felt bad for having gotten so pissy.

dice game and green graduation

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some big room with a few other people who were probably around my age. The room was possibly like a warehouse of some kind, though it seemed to be too divided and jumbled up to be a warehouse. I and two other people had walked out of one area and into another. This second area was like a long wheelchair ramp up to a concrete deck. Just behind the deck may have been a small structure, possibly like a trailer, or even like a wood-shingled building from the Old West.

I had been set up to play a game of dice with my friends. In the game, two people were pitted against each other. The players took turns rolling the dice. The highest roll won. After a number of rounds, whoever had won the most rounds won the match. The winner was then pitted against another person.

I had been set up from the very beginning against one of the best players. We would throw the dice on the concrete platform. But the platform was cluttered with all kinds of stuff that might be found on the outdoor patio of a suburban house. So the dice kept rolling all over the place, and we'd have to look for them. But somehow I kept winning the matches. The man I was playing against said, "I can't believe it. Never in my life have I lost like this to someone."

I understood that the man had never lost a round of this game in his life. Now he was losing all these rounds to me. He might even lose our whole match. I told myself to keep steady and not to lose my cool.

It was now like we were walking back to the concrete platform. Possibly the dice throws had strayed far from there. We got back up onto the platform. I threw the dice. But right as I did, some other man got in my way. He was a bit taller than I, but he seemed a bit younger than I. Actually, he might have seemed like a very young child in some ways, and he may have been clothed in shining, white garments. Also, something about him may have had something to do with the military.

My turn came up again. This time I threw the dice near a small table and chair set. It may have been just a table and one chair. But as I did this, a tall, fair-skinned man done up completely in a formal Marines uniform walked up behind the chair. Somehow I felt like I was getting in this man's way, so I was trying to get out of his way, after I'd thrown the dice. But the dice rolled down onto the ground at the man's feet.

I apologized to the man, though he didn't seem to mind very much. I bent down to look at the dice. I either lost or couldn't tell whether I'd lost. But I knew, from the imbalanced attitude of my two previous throws, that I was getting myself into a frame of mind that would cause me to lose. I needed to regain focus if I was going to win.

Now it was the other man's turn to throw the dice. He'd thrown the dice, but they'd apparently landed somewhere that made them really hard to read. I stood by the table while the man was off somewhere (I'm not sure whether I saw him), trying to read the dice. The man seemed to be taking a long time reading the dice. I was getting kind of impatient for my turn, but I waited.

But while I was waiting, I think my mind began to wander. I heard my sister begin talking about recipes my great grandmother used to make. My sister told me that my great grandma would make her recipes step by step. This, my sister said, was different from other people, including cookbooks. I looked to my right and saw something like a big piece of poster board propped up on an easel. The poster board looked like yellow notebook paper. It had typewritten words on it. This was apparently an example of one of my great grandma's recipes.

The scene now began fading into my great grandma's living room. My sister continued. "What great grandma did was to put steps to everything, not just the ingredients, but all the steps of making the dish. Most cookbooks give ingredients, but for great grandma, the steps were like ingredients."

I was now standing with my mom and sister in my great grandma's house, right inside the front door. The door was open, but the screen door was closed. It was a beautiful, sunny day outside. A group of girls, maybe six or seven years old, was walking down the street, from the right. I could see them really well, as if there were a big window just to the right of the door.

The girls all wore something like school uniforms or Girl Scout uniforms. The uniforms were probably navy blue with white button-up shirts underneath. But the girls also wore green mortar boards, like graduation caps. I got the understanding somehow -- like I was in psychic communication with a woman who was leading the group of girls -- that the girls had graduated from some kind of class.

My sister was still telling me something about my great grandma. And I was actually feeling a bit impatient to get back to my game of dice, which I was probably sure I could still win. But now the green-capped girls were walking up to the front door. I could now see that the "mortar boards" were actually made out of green construction paper. The board part was just a square of green construction paper. The cap part was a piece of paper that had been rolled and then taped or stapled into something like a cone shape.

Dream #2

A kind of fat, white man may have been talking about how he was the reincarnation of Cleopatra. I now saw a vision of Cleopatra (or Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra) reclining on her right side. Near Cleopatra was a fishbowl. Cleopatra may have thrown a goldfish into the bowl, with a few other goldfish.

I then heard a voice tell me that Cleopatra, after she died, took the souls of all her followers and threw them into a fishbowl of reflection.

I took this to mean that somehow Cleopatra had a greater soul than other people. So when she died, she could still control the souls of the people who followed her To Cleopatra the servants' consciousness was like that of goldfish. So she threw the servants into the spiritual equivalent of a fishbowl, and caused them to see their reflections in the fishbowl as images of Cleopatra. Because of this, the servants thought of themselves as reincarnations of Cleopatra. And in this way, from the spiritual world, Cleopatra kept her servants serving her on the physical plane.