i don’t remember this entire dream, so i will just list the bits and pieces i remember. i remember holding hands with jake [r] and maybe danny [r], but i’m not sure as to the reasoning for those actions.

fast-forward. we’re headed somewhere. i’d guess we were running away from something, but i don’t think i feel that kind of pressure, even though i am driving fast in small spaces. i’m driving a fire engine, and it’s not the easiest thing to wield. i’m heading down this pretty narrow corridor with a tall-ish building on the right and a ledge with a drop down a hill to the front. i make a really sharp 90 degree turn to the right, and i slow down a little bit, but not all that significantly. a slight moment of fear crosses my mind — and i’m sure the minds of the people i’m in the car with — but because it’s so inconsequential (we’re alive), all is well. we continue and i find that once i turn the corner, we’re on kind of rickety ground. only… it seems really rickety, but in actuality, it’s not all that rickety. in fact, i stop the fire engine near-ish the corner we had just turned because i’m a bit scared of how fragile the floor is (i think i even reverse the fire engine to get it there), but later someone else takes over on driving and drives the fire engine closer to the top of the stairs. the ground is perfectly sturdy, even with the fire engine on it and four of us (or so). there’s at least one floor below us — maybe more.

some more happens beyond that, but it rather slips my mind.

interpretation for “holding hands”:
[1] “To dream that you are holding hands with someone, represent love, affection and your connection with that person. Your dream may also reflect anxieties about losing touch with him/her or that you are drifting apart.”

interpretation for “fire engine”:
[1] “To see a fire engine in your dream, suggests that you are tending to the needs of others and overlooking your own needs. You worry and stress out in situations that are beyond your control. Stop trying to be in the middle of things and stop trying to fix things. Trust that things will work itself out in the end. Use more discretion.”
[2] “A fire engine is extreamly positive and shows luck is coming your way. If you saw the fire engine returning from the fire then you are going to be disappointed with a salary rise or an amount of money given to you – in the near future. If you are travelling in the fire engine then you will have to be more protective over somebody in the future.”

interpretation for floors:
“To see the floor in your dream, represents your support system and sense of security. It may also symbolize the division between the unconscious and conscious. To see a polished, wooden floor in your dream, indicates that you are fully aware of your unconscious and keeping it suppressed. Consider the condition of the floor for further analysis. To see a slanted floor in your dream, foretells that you are deviating too far from your original plans and goals.”

interpretation for buildings:
“Buildings in dreams represent the constructions we make in our lives. They are attitudes and beliefs we have built from our experience, perception and often from our family habits and customs. From a spiritual perspective, buildings in dreams allow us to see clearly the constructs we put in place to keep us safe. The features of the building often mirror aspects of the dreamer’s personality or what is going on on a mundane level. Sometimes buildings in dreams can become composite and, therefore, confusing. In understanding the dream we should interpret the main appearance of the building first, as its main function, and the secondary appearance as qualities to be recognized. As well as buildings themselves, the various components also have a great deal of relevance in dreams.”

interpretation for stairs:
“Stairs are often an indication of the steps we must take in order to achieve a goal. Climbing the stairs is indicative of the effort that we must make in order to have access to the more mystical, spiritual side of our being. More simply, it is the exertion we practise in our everyday life – the effort to be ourselves. Conversely, in order to have access to the hidden, unconscious side of ourselves, we need to ‘go downstairs’ into the unconscious.”

assessment of interpretation:
the solid floor makes me happy, as does the positive image for a fire truck. generally, all of these dreams seem to be pointing towards positive change in the future, and that rather rules! i’m not sure what kinda positivity they’re talking about, but i’m hopeful.

i’m in a car, heading north, on a freeway or large road. it feels like i’m driving, but i reckon not, since i’m looking out the passenger hand side and don’t really remember actually grasping a wheel. a policeman is jogging, and he is jogging hilariously. he has grey cut-off sweat pants on his lower half, but is in full uniform from the waist up. he is wearing a long-sleeved tan shirt (highway patrol or something?), which is bizarre since there is the illusion that it is extremely hot outside. the sun is huge in the sky. his jogging is slow-paced, and he is just barely separating his legs, as though they were shuffling along on the pavement (shuffling in jogging form, if one can imagine it). in his left hand, he even fucking has a baton. his elbow is bent as he’s running, and he’s holding the baton upwards loosely. it’s kind of making circles in the air as he’s running. it never goes up past his head. i don’t remember what he looks like. i do remember another car passing by as well, and the girl driving it and i smile at one another.

sherry’s dad has rented a car, and i’m in it with sherry and auntie ruby (i believe). for some reason, he isn’t paying any godamned attention to the road, and thinks he’s familiar with the vehicle even though he’s not familiar with the shape and handling of it at ALL. he’s driving in a really narrow area, with lots of vertical columns that hold up the ceiling, and he’s clipping the shit out of them! and he pays no mind, as the car and side mirrors rub up on the columns and the car just scrapes by awkwardly. odd.

cruising down i-5. i’m in the backseat and two people are in the front seat. i think alex is driving? there’s construction going on all around. EVERYWHERE. no buildings exist anymore… no trees… no sidewalks… nothing. it doesn’t feel particularly dreadful, though, because there are these mounds of dirt that have been shaped like sculptures… kind of like how sand sculptures are shaped. so there’s basically these sculpted brown mounds of dirt everywhere. we start going down a hill kinda and i think we’re going to slam into a dirt sculpture mound but actually the tunnel goes underneath the dirt mounds, i think. then i wake up, because my alarm goes off.

i’m part of a group of people with super powers. i have no idea what my power is, nor the details of most of my compatriots (thus far). we’re traveling to a house. this house has something in it that we desire, i’m not sure what. i realize that the leader of our group is a guy from my HS, jonathan. another guy is traveling in an interesting way. he apparently has the ability to control the motion of objects with his mind, but for some reason it’s not in the typical way that super heroes do this. he’s riding in a car, but it’s not driving, it’s floating along with us. i jump in.

we arrive at the house. jonathan warns us that there are bad guys in the house that will try to fight us. i decide this is sweet, since having super powers is only cool when you get to kick the shit out of stuff. we go into the house. at first it seems rather empty, but then we go through a basement and deeper into the house. i get the feeling that the house is like some sort of indiana jones secret underground temple, but so far it’s just old basements one after the other.

we finally meet a foe. i pull out a deck of cards, apparently i’m a gambit like character…but unlike gambit, my card throwing abilities are only mediocre at best. i throw a card at the foe, but miss pathetically. this goes on for a while; i get embarrassed. the floating car guy decides he’s going to attack the thing with a pencil, but the pencil moves very slowly and fly’s like it’s drunk. during this whole time the foe doesn’t really do much. i decide to hell with it, and just beat him up with my bare hands, which is surprisingly easy and results in him being left in small pieces.

we continue onto the next room. this room has a baby, but it apparently is also against us. i decide that it is not all that threatening, so rather than beat it into pieces i just punch it a few times. it looked at me the wrong way. for some reason my view now shifts to the floating guy. i try to control the pencil, and i now realize why it’s so slow and drunk-like. my view is directly behind the pencil, but rather than driving the pencil, it’s like my mind is moving the rest of the world around the pencil. this is decidedly difficult to do.

i now shift back to myself. jonathan announces that the foes regenerate in about 5 minutes time. this worries me, so i go back to check on the previously defeated foe to see if he has regenerated. he has, but for some reason he’s like…a plant. i tear the plant apart so that it has to start regenerating again. i return to the group, but am now worried about the logistics of having to defeat all the foes, get to our goal, and then having to defeat them again on the way out (a common concern amongst MMO players).

i wake up.

so i visited huy at this nice restaurant that just happened to be — drivable? i was just talking to him, and i saw the driver, and for a sec, he looked kinda cute. i walked away and came back and huy was like, “that’s funny, we talked about you after you left.” i said, “what about?” and he said the guy thought i was hitting on him and that he’s engaged. i was thinking, who cares — not like i liked the guy. so huy and i hang out and he’s cooking or something and he drops the bread on the floor on accident. huy also tells me he makes $1k a night and i’m like, “wow, on top of your normal job?!” and then that driver guy walks by and he says hi to me and i realize: a) he’s ugly and b) he’s hella short. i was like, “damn huy, he’s hella short and he also told me he was a little kid (16!).” then huy and i drive home. the end.

Part I
i’m driving around some place that is equal parts seattle and my home town of eureka, CA. Riding around in my car, but sometimes on a little electric moped that i referred to as a “scooter”. looking for some place to eat and so i pull over to park. a car parks behind me and out steps my ex with a random guy. she recognizes me and my car, and for whatever reason this freaks me out so i drive a few blocks away but have to stop in a parking lot because the scooter won’t really start. it’s moving, but the engine isn’t running. i try to get it started but no luck. then i see my ex and the guy again, waiting for the bus across the street. i panic and try to speed away out into the street but the damn thing doesn’t want to go. i’m at a stoplight, then i pull over. in the car again i hear vivian’s voice like a voicemail, but i have no cellphone. she is telling me about a dream she just had riding a scooter around town. then it’s my friend lauren leaving the msg, and she’s trying to see if i want to have that drink in honor of my birthday that she promised closer to my birthday, a month ago. i’m looking at the internet and some website for a group of which I’m a part. i recognize a couple of names like jacob and moxie. the website is this crazy hot pink with lots of flowers everywhere.

i wake up. i write this down. then i go back to sleep.

Part II
i’m in the car and i pick up wes. we’re rolling through the city, talkin’ about random stuff and i ask him how he’s really doing. he says, ‘here’s one thing that happened–” and we’re parked and some random girl gets in the car. she looks like sarah, the girl who played the vampire teen in the documentary i really acted in. she doesn’t say anything so i take off. i turn to her and say, ‘where are we going?’ she says, ‘i’m not that young.’ i say, ‘ oh, no, it’s not like that. you got in the car and so i figured i knew who you were but had forgotten. these kind of things usually have a way of making sense.’ i’m looking at this website, maybe dreams. it’s totally revamped (again). all of these people i know like moxie are now posting dreams, along with many people i don’t know. vivian has done something amazing with the design where there are thse semi-transparent shadow figures in the background of each page. they look hand-made. and due to some brilliant technology of the future i can grab them, pull them out of the internet and into the room and they cast these wicked shadows all over the walls. i am really impressed with what vivian has done and i’m about to call her to tell her.

i wake up and send in these dreams!