I haven’t remembered much lately. Here are some choppy dream notes from the last few weeks.
Running. Hallways, doors, rooms. Being attacked. There were others with me, maybe three. Everything was fake and destructible. Transitioned outside, there were big mountain and trees. Someone in the distance was shooting at me. A distinct image I recall, looking down at an apple, peeling it back multiple times and each layer was browner and browner. It was all fake and all bad.
I was in a cave complex. SFS and I were heading somewhere on a “mission”. It was early. I or we were in a shower in dark caves. There was preparation for something. I was about to jump into a car for a long drive.
I was an ex special agent or previously trained to be some special spy. I was returning to the training facility. I felt dangerous in a potentially dangerous environment as if at any moment these people who surrounded me, were only pretending to welcome me into their fold and they could jump me at any time. There was a hidden door in a library room. I was waiting in front of it with a former colleague (not a face I remember in real life). There was a security panel near the door and this colleague did something near it or to it and we waited for the door to open to enter the secret facilities. This is when I felt the most vulnerable, waiting.
Writing down my weekend recalls are tough. I get distracted by the need for privacy when writing out my dreams and mostly by waking up to the welcome snuggles with SFS and the puppies.
This was a pleasant dream in general. I was seeing “out” into a pleasant field, backlit by sunlight. There was a small pond or inlet to a lake where are blue rowboat was tied to the tiny dock. I could see a couple of Adirondack chairs by the dock and there was splashing and movement. One of the chairs was occupied by a woman. Then SFS’s friend M approached me and invited me to go join them by the lake from my perch, so he could introduce me to his friend SFS. (I was peering out onto this inviting scene from my porcelain throne in my condo…) I was reaching down on the ground grabbing at something, trying to shove it to the sides so no one would see. When I got up, I was holding what o tried to hide – a pair of shiny black vinyl platform stripper boots that someone had once passed on to me when they decided to retire. I went into the bedroom and tossed them to the side then eagerly ran out to the lake to join the others. I woke up from this dream feeling quite happy.
I was either interviewing other workers and cleaners in the house or I was a new cleaner learning the ropes from another cleaner. Lots missing from this recall. I think I was taught verbally what I was supposed to do and where I should be doing it. However I’m pretty sure that when I looked out the window from where I was “supposed” to be, the view out was unexpected and “wrong”. Although the view was still pleasant I remember being somewhat confused about what to do next.
Again, there’s lots missing g from this recall. I was on some mission and was at the wrong location so I was out of sorts and unsure what to do.