I was behind the counter of a newsagency in George Steet qand wound up serving customers when that was not my purpose.
I was giving some change from $5 and had given then $2.60 then $2.10 (mixed up with silver coins). Eventually I got it right.
Lots more to the dream. This is the only bit I remember.
Took place in the Falling Skies universe, though no aliens.
In jungle. Mutiny. Main character eaten and skeleton put up on display.
Later, main character back. I commented that “didn’t you get eaten” and also that maybe the script writers deleted what ever happened last episode.
Next why were the street lights on if there was no power? Helicopter, fast car entering garage. Ziggurat like base, flying car (shown below).
Awarded to bravery, genetics and fighting dinosaurs in coins. One female perked up at my good genetics and we wound up snogging. Then I woke.
More Falling Skies stuff with same unknown female (when fell back to sleep). Then morphed into the new Battlestar Gallactica where the hot blondes are killing each other (and also not looking identical).
I drank some orange juice after filling my glass telepathically/telekinetically (yes both) from across the room.
The ant problem was gone, now there were these insects all marching in a row that appeared to have coverings. Some were small and dome like, others were large and appeared to be made of kneedable putty. I picked one up and when it emerged from the “shell” it looked like some sort of termite.
This one I thought was a queen. The shell was upside down and the insect would periodically submerge in the shell leaving only its antenna visible.
Not sure if dream or not. 4WD (Range Rover?) near the white cliffs of Dover. Slowly sliding towards the cliff edge. 5 sec dream.
At some place with creaky steps leading to a room where we sat on the floor and watched a movie on a medium sized screen.
RJ was there and towards the end she made a comment about three people and I laughed. She then said she nasty to avoid them, but got chain? We discussed what had been happening in our lives and she was very sympathetic regarding me being unemployed and looking for work.
I drank a bottle of white wine and did not get drunk.
Characters appeared to be a mix of high school and some historical works and currently cycling world.
One of the guys is shot in the leg from far behind the 4wd. The shooter is not visible. I get the impression I know the shooter, possibly my husband. We decide it is best to move away and hid in the reeds. A strange plan given the reeds were no more than 40-60cm in height and not thick enough to offer much cover at all. We all head to the right of the vehicle.
At this point I wake with a huge headache.
All I remember from this is reading/hearing “Paddle Momma’s Death Dart Machine”.
Disembodied heads on bedside table with red oblong sores attracting ants. Heads disappear and “ant sand” all over the tables with huge soldier and guards – legs as large as huntsman spiders with head about as big as a medium sized biscuit.
Coloration light brown with spots, similar to orb weaver or huntsman spider.
I was a female held hostage on a sailing ship with a few more people. They were going to sell us as slaves. Skew to a colonial mansion where I was trying g to beat up the two large ring leaders with no success.
Not sure about dream 1, but the second dream I woke up half way during a job interview with the female interviewer having a hiked up skirt clearly displaying a medium sized vulva. The interview was about some sort of operation of air sampling role, but the air samplers looked like water sampling cups. I failed a written test due to completing it quickly and accurately (go figure). Interviewer was very familiar and touchy feeling and walked me to my car.