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tammy:
i dont know where i was going, but i was with two other people and we were on a boat of sorts, but not really. i felt like i was just sitting on something, someone was sitting behind me, and the last person was controlling the motor/pedaling. we were on a lake or something, and i was really scared because i thought it was really dirty and i kept thinking if i should put my feet in the water or not. i didn’t have much of a choice though, because it took so much effort to keep my feet straight and out of the water. i saw movements in the water, and that scared me. while we were going along, i saw a fire on the water and freaked out, but we pedaled away safely.

as we were nearing water, i saw 2 guys in the water and they came towards us. when they got to us they started pulling my legs and off the contraption that we had. one guy was like rubbing my legs, and i was like “they are so prickly!” we got to land and they started chasing us and the person i was with was like, “the italian guys!” we ran into something that is similar to a school. we ran into a bathroom and we went to the bathroom and the person i was with went to the bathroom and some other person in the bathroom was like, “ew did you sit on the toilet? my kids would like you.” we left the bathroom and saw two small children in the bathroom too.

later in the dream, it seemed like we were filming some sort of movie. it was supposed to be scary/funny or something. i had ended up doing a kissing scene with a friend, but my friend had dressed like he was hella old and i couldn’t even recognize him. my face was hella disgusted during the kissing scene. my friend sharon was locked outside of where we were filming and eventually made her way to another window to watch. she was eating dried fruit. when i was done filming, i grabbed some dried mango to eat.

as they continued filming, kevin was taking pictures of this other guy in the scene and the guy who just kissed me and the guy in the scene had like alien fingers! which was funny because we usually make fun of kevin for having long fingers. we compared the two fingers and kevin didn’t even reach half of the guys finger(s).

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alex:
so i had gone on some sort of roadtrip to a small city on the water (about the size of edmonds, wa).  i had parked my car and some people and i (i’m not sure who exactly) started walking into the small city.  we took part in a few activities that involved rafts and going along the waterfront side of the city, most of which was accessible from these little zodiacs we had been rented.  the city had a cement/rock pier that went out to sea the way some lighthouse piers do, but at the end of the pier, there was a building that didnt look much like a lighthouse.  it may still have been a lighthouse, but really it looked like a short version of the space needle, and had a disproportionately large disk (though a short ver of the space needle was still very tall).  it was obviously a tourist attraction and was some what nautically themed, or at least it reminded me of a ferry.  the sun was mostly set as we (still not sure who ‘we’ is…) walked through the downtown.  despite being small, the downtown had a few skyscrapers.  this whole city would’ve been very odd looking if viewed from any particular distance.

i had been walking along the front of a very beautiful cathedral, admiring its stonework as well as the large park across from it, when i noticed a really old industrial building across the other side of the park.  its most notable feature was one giant smokestack that had a twisted look (in all senses of “twisted”). though it went straight up and down, its surface was the pattern of an upwards spiral, like a coiled snaked or a candy cane.  really it just looked like someone had chopped off the leg of an ornate dining table and turned it into a chimney.  i could see heat distortions at the top of the smokestack.. i was admiring these and the colors of the post-sunset sky when the dream took a dark turn.

i heard/felt a really deep wooosh which shook the ground.  dark black smoke started pouring out of the smokestack and obscuring the oranges of my sky.  ‘how un-green,’ i thought to myself.  a funny thought cause i had clearly not yet detected the change in flavor of the dream.  the smoke poured out heavier by the second, and there was a perceivably growing rumble.  i looked around to see if anyone else seemed to think this was odd, or perhaps this always happened in this already strange city.   the smoke grew, and there were flames visible from the top of the tower… a huge quadrant of sky was missing in the blackness.  this can’t be normal.  another deep woosh shook the city, and a pillar of flames shot out the top of the tower.  i had been walking slowly towards the industrial building up until this point, but ash and actual flames were raining down on me.  something started pelting the area around me.. it was as if i was being shot at.. i wasn’t sure what was happening, so i started to run.  everyone in the area started to run.
i had made it around the corner of the catheral and the smokestack was out of site.  the rumbles and explosions were still audible.. and it sounded as if something large was lumbering through the city.  something had emerged from the factory and was ravaging the city.  i fled back to the rafts and gathered a few people and tried to make it back towards where i had parked.  from the raft, i could see that the ferry space needle was getting evacuated; people were dropping rescue rafts comically off of the top along ropes as if it were indeed some sort of ferry.  the rafts landed in the water surrounding the pier.  i awoke here briefly, and when i fell back to sleep i returned to this dream and things had changed quite a bit

<i>dream part two: the cake is a lie (lol…)</i>

i hadn’t made it back to my car; instead, one other person and i were hiding in some strange building.. the demon thingy was still going through the city.. i only call it demon because of its fiery emergence from the factory, and the feeling it produced around it. you could feel it in the distance as if it had some sort of aura of dread around it.

my friend and i decided the building we were in was just gonna get crushed eventually (the sounds were coming closer), so we should take the the street.   we began trying to descend the interior of this building. i use those words cause there were no stairs ot typical means to get out.  the build was ultra strange, it was a multi-level bathhouse / climbing wall.  from the top, you just looked down on many uniquely shaped pools and hot tubs at varying heights, crudely simulateling small pockets of water found on a cliff face.  despite this strange array of things, an escalator ran from the bottom floor to the top floor amidst the tangle of organically shaped pools of water and man-made cliff (complete w/ an occasional fake plant).
the escalator was out of our reach, so we kept climbing down.. at times, we would make it right over one of the pools and we could drop form one level to the next by falling into the water.. at other times we just climbed.

the muffled sounds of destruction were getting nearer to the building, and the feeling of dread was mounting.  we weren’t going to make it to the bottom before the demon made it to our building.  i could see the bottom floor .. the whole thing was a giant gift shop.. but it was too late. whatever was outside was already here — albeit still outside.

and then all the noise outside stopped.  i looked up at my friend confused. we didn’t question our luck. we just hurried to the bottom floor.  there were strange things in this gift shop, mostly clothes.  there were also these small trickles of water that had come all the way from the top of the buidllding. they were clean and uniquely colored, each flowing through a small ceramic track.  at the first floor some of these things came together, and there were labels… turns out each of the colored liquids was a different type of syrup.. lemon..orange.. coffee… carrot.. lots of flavors.  where the flavors came together there was a label breaking down what flavors came together at this point and what the new resulting flavor was.  this was the weirdest place ever.  i tried a coffee one as i walked by.. and then i found this odd one made out of 6 different ceramic paths.. it was labeled “carrot cake.”  i tried it too as i went by, and sure enough, it tasted like carrot cake…if carrot cake was a liquid.

my friends (there were 3 of us now..) looked around the gift shop for anything we might need and then we reluctantly made our way to the front door.  the city was perfectly silent.  the front door was a revolving door surrounded by LCDs, showing some graphic of a small pool of water on a cliff w/ a bonsai.  the LCDs also thanked people for visiting.

one of us started out the revolving door.. and i became once more conscious of the aura of dread.  there was no way we were gonna get away from whatever it was.. even now, it was just waiting.  i felt a surge of panic as the last guy entered the revolving door.. and i ran for it too.  as i ran, the monitors changed.. i don’t remember exactly what message was written on them — something about having caught me or my death.  the structure looked as if it took a breath right then.. everything solid lifted and clenched and then returned to rest as i pushed hard on the revolving door.

the previously ornate lattice of metal making the windows of the structure thickened and doubled, effectively growing a metal cage around all the windows.  the revolving door stopped in mid path, with me stuck in it.  i felt the pressence of something.. but i was so trapped that there wasn’t much to do.  the creature manifested behind me.. i could see it because all of the LCDs were just an image of the intetrior of the revolving door. it definitely grabbed me by my hair from behind, exposing my neck, and ran its hand along my throat.  i didn’t feel anything painful.. i just felt heavy..  and i felt my body fall away from my spirit.. if that makes sense. i felt something in real life.. i felt as if my muscles all unflexed after having been tensely flexed for quite a while.

i looked down at my body and i felt suddenly confused about why i was still here…it was quickly apparent that dying was banishing me from this dream.  i turned to face this particular manifestation of the demon, and he and everything started to fade… as my dream body died so did whatever thread of consciousness felt entitled to be there.  my real body seemed most important, and i woke up.

jeanette:
i asked for exciting, and i got way more than i asked for! here it goes: from what i remember, the beginning of my dream places me in a car driving down the freeway. it didn’t look familiar but i knew i was driving to torrance (where my best friend lives in real life). that places me on the 405 freeway. as i’m driving among many many MANY cars (but, oddly – there isn’t traffic) there are flames bursting out from the side. building and parking structures are on fire, wild flames everywhere spilling onto the freeway. i can see in the distance up ahead that as cars pass the flames, some are blowing up. i’m nervous but not as nervous as i would be in real life! i keep driving amongst all the cars…now that i think about it, there were SO MANY CARS on the freeway but we were all going at a decent pace. (it’s LA…this NEVER happens, even when there are a medium amount of cars on the road there is traffic!) anyways!

next scene jumps to me on the street. i guess i parked my car and ?? there were a handful of people on foot around me (no cars) and i ask “how do i get to torrance?” and this asian lady says she will help me. next scene is the lady and i walking at a high school (junior high?) school building and up and down a few stairs. then a corridor opens and another asian lady speaks to her in mandarin. i acknowledge that i speak mandarin as well. all of a sudden, i realize that they are part of church group. then we end up in the parking lot, next to the school’s field (tennis courts, football field, etc.) and the lady offers me clean slippers to get in her car with. i tell her my flip flops aren’t that dirty and that i’ll just take them off and hold them in the car. end of this scene.

i end up on the sidewalk of some street with lots of cafes and restaurants. the ex (who i shall name TE) keeps calling me, asking me where i am and what time i will be home. this is all really strange because, who cares where i am and when i’ll be home…#1 we’re not together #2 you live far away in a different country so what is it to you. all of a sudden, i recognize a group of people (i actually don’t know who they are now) and i realize they are friends of TE. then i piece it together — he must be here. (i’m pretty sure this was all taking place in LA, even though none of the locations are familiar) then it cuts to a scene where i’m talking to TE and giving him a piece of my mind. actually… telling him all these things i have been thinking for the past few weeks in real life. just dishing it all out and calling him out on a few things. words are exchanged and for personal reasons i’m just going to cut to: i tell him that let’s hug, because this is the last time i am going to see you because i never want to see or talk to you again. we never hug.

i wake up.

inspiration: i hate that TE is in the majority of my dreams since the break-up.

future: on my way to work this morning there was traffic, but i didn’t think anything because heck, i live in LA there is always traffic. all of a sudden, in the distance, i see crazy thick grey smoke, hurling intensely into the air, above the freeway overpass. i’m thinking, holy shit… holy shit!!! and sure enough, there are about 7 firemen and a handful of policemen around a 2-car crash, the people from the accident aren’t in sight (evacuated?), and crazy thick grey smoke coming out of an older 2-door BMW. it had clearly been on fire from a collision and the fire had been put out and it was just smoking like crazy. fire on freeway and cars blowing up in my dream – real car on fire on my way to work. gahhhh!!

vivian:
i was having a fling with some guy in portland or somewhere, and he had text-messaged me. i was going to meet him and as i was trying to text him back, it kept failing (and somehow i knew that it was failing, as opposed to him just not responding… not sure if there was a failure message sent back or what). anyway, i wasn’t sure why, but as i was pulling up to this train track, i saw his car on the other side of the train track. in the middle the train was passing but the train was like, on fire.

soon, the fire spread all over the place, and had engulfed my car and the car in front of me and behind me, and i assumed had also engulfed the cars on the other side of the tracks. the firefighters showed up out of nowhere. i was going to get out of my car cause i thought gas might cause it to explode. i started opening the door and it was a little hot, but a firefighter screamed at me through the window and told me to stay inside. soon they had watered down my car and it was no longer on fire. i then got out.

but then there was this spanish-speaking father with his child and for some reason i agreed or volunteered to take his child from him while he did something else related to the fire???? and i don’t recall what i said exactly but i struggled to find the right spanish words — and they made sense in my dream — and he responded in spanish that was not as coherent as the words i was saying. we talked about where i would take the kid (who was about… five or six?) to meet dad after the ordeal was over, and at what time. i think we settled on sometime in the evening… sounds like 2pm or 2am… something with 2 in it. anyway, it crossed my mind that maybe he would never come back, and we would go there every day at 2pm or 2am for days on end, waiting for the father to come back and claim his child.

inspiration: had the dream on the flight from seattle to houston. lots of spanish-speaking individuals, including our flight attendant who looked like “native”?