Dreamed I was in a game or competition set in a desert, the Sahara possibly. The game was all about accumulating water and keeping the competition from doing so.
To be certain, it was a very “hot” dream with very bright light. (The morning sun must have affected this dream.) I was discussing the rules of the game as my competitors scattered to their starting points.
Momentarily, I saw my gear and water containing equipment zooming by me. Turned out that one of my competitors had taken advantage of me discussing the rules to steal my gear. And, turns out the rules permitted this. I had to take off to try to get my equipment back, and “things” did not look good.
This must be a dream with the lesson of “you snooze, you lose.” 🙂
Dreamed I was living in a mobile home park or maybe a campground. I think I had a motor home there, and had been there for some time (weeks or months).
My life was that I was semi-retired and worked part time as a novelist with some modest success. I did not disclose my writings to others, and most simply thought that I was retired.
The people running the park had several school age children. Much as some children sell (all too expensive) candy bars to help pay for school, this family sold 3.5 inch diskettes.
Who would buy those? Oddly, a fair number of people because the computers at the campground (mobile home park?) were old ones that had floppy drives. To preserve any work done on those machines, 3.5 inch floppy disks were needed.
Although I had a modern laptop hidden away in the motor home, I did use the computers at the park and, so, I bought some of these disks.
I had second thought about buying these otherwise worthless items that could easily become yet more clutter. One excuse was that I did it to help the children (who often disturbed me with their noise during my most productive writing time). The kids could be pesky, but I decided that the world would be a better place if they had an education.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I had a nagging thought that maybe it was time to “move on” from this scenario.
Dreamed I had a home office similar to where I usually do my computing. However, the room was larger, and had a door at one end. The door was covered up with items like a coat rack. I had never used the door or peered into it.
Somehow, someone (a group of younger people) came along to “help” me “reorganize” my office. To be sure, it was a mess, but they made it worse. In the process, they uncovered the door at the end.
Some people showed up how seemed to be Federal agents in suits. They claimed that I had a panic room in my house, and they wanted to look inside. The door, heavy steel, was nearly impenetrable but they somehow entered.
Inside was a control room with video monitors, some of which no longer had a signal. One or two saw the outside of my residence. The place was dusty, and it looked like no one had been inside for 10 to 20 years.
Apparently the Feds did not find what they were looking for, and they lost interest and left. They gave me some version of the “we will be watching you” speech which did not endear them to me. But, now I had access to the room (as well as the ability to lock it), and I never knew I had that ability before.
(Now, to clean up my office!)
Dreamed that I had a 1970’s Buick Electra. It was dark blue and HUGE. The car was very elegant, but I had trouble parking it.
I was trying to park it in a parking garage that I am familiar with. But, I could not seem to find a spot where it could fit. Nobody makes parking spots that big anymore, or so it seemed. The few that were available tended to be taken by large pickup trucks. The drivers of the trucks were very aggressive in their efforts to get these spots.
This dream seems to be about a kind of elegance that is vanishing (or left only to the very wealthy). To be sure, it was a bit sad.
Actually, I have very few “sex dreams.” And, I almost never have one about a celebrity.
This one was about a B-List actress whose name I do not know but face I recognized. She vaguely reminded me of Anne Francis (whom I have always thought was quite beautiful. RIP, Anne).
We were in a cool setting, like the cool of the evening in the summer that simply has not existed in Dallas in years. This was in a more hilly kind of setting, perhaps Nashville or somewhere like that. (Hayden, from both “Heroes” and “Nashville” was not the star of this dream, but she could have been. I really like her, too.)
The woman in question was a blonde, perhaps a blue-eyed blonde. Her face was a bit angular, but she was still pretty. And, she was very, very “girl next door” in a thin sun-dress that was just too sexy.
Anyway, we were at some kind of garden party, and we started talking. I cannot remember what we talked about, and I do not think it mattered. She gave me a smile which I interpreted to be a “come hither” look. Needless to say, I awoke before any meaningful fun could happen.
After I woke up, even though the celeb was someone OTHER than Anne Francis, I could not help but think of her. I did a little research, and found “Honey West.” For some reason, the name “Honey” was in the dream.
Not sure what this dream means, either. (But, I bet someone will comment! 🙂 )
In this very strange dream, I was a lawyer. But, I was not a typical lawyer. I was something more like a law school professor, and I was in a rather large room full of lawyers, maybe some kind of lawyer convention.
All the the rest of the lawyers were very chic in their appearance, and I fit in about like Jack Black would at a convention of super-models. I was trying to “lay low,” but it was difficult.
Suddenly, someone started giving away books. I really needed them for my (professorial?) work, but I was having difficult competing for them. In the end, I got a few but needed more.
Then things became truly weird. Someone started giving away guns, mostly rifles. I decided to try to get my share of those, too, but that was even more difficult. And, I was not sure why I wanted a rifle. I think, really, I was just competing because the others were.
This dream was clearly set in the late 1980’s or early 1990’s.
Dreamed that an old friend of mine had been hired to install IBM PC’s in a prep school At first, they bought ONE pc (aka “the” computer) and it was in the Headmaster’s office.
This only worked for about a year (dream was in multiple pieces) until the school decided to buy a few more machines. Eventually, they decided to build a network (and you know what happened next).
Once a dialup link was put in, and the students (predictably) cracked the inadequate passwords (“secret” and such), my friend had to clean up the mess. I had the distinct advantage of being an observer and not having to clean it up myself.
Now that I am awake, I have to wonder “just how many times this drama has repeated in real life?”