I was in a facility about to give birth. My daughter (say about 8yrs) was present. A medico was giving me a perineal massage and then stuck about 3 fingers in me and said to push. I felt no sensations. A baby popped out with little efffort. The dream then went into 3rd person mode. I was about 5 and my daughter’s Daddy. We were sitting side by side. I was blonde with straight hair. The baby was very small (and thankfully not making any noise at all). Something about uploading or mind transfer. Someone (me perhaps) was kicking up a stink about this saying I was not here Daddy as they were dead. My daughter was getting upset as this as I was her Daddy.
2 story house. Elevated balcony. Underneath maybe like a beach house. A couple of academics discussing how I could be transferred to a new body. Seems they needed to grow them at the normal rate which is why my body was so young (why they put me in a female body I do not know).
I was in the car with Liz R. We had just completed a bike ride (commute I think) and I was
driving her back to her place. I was seducing her during the drive bur caressing her back.
She pulled over for some weird dream logic. I then appeared to jump into her body and I was some skinny guy with a drug addled look.
I was a dog who’d run about 20kms to work. Someone then wanted to replace my body with another one (at which point I appeared to be human), and I wanted to make sure the new dog would have longer or the same length legs so the 20km run to work would not be harder on short legs. We then went looking for the original dog while looking at the new one which has stumpy legs.
First time I’ve been in the body of a non human (as far as I can remember).
When drinking CO3 mixed with water, a bright flask would transport (3 of) us into a photo. If the picture was of a real event, we would be transported there and we could affect events. If it was a drawing, we would wind up in it.
One would stay in reality, 2 would enter.
Something about supplicates (?) and <illegible> are being visible.
Something about a huge, dim, brown and gold themed church and some sort of hostage situation and a book of magic. Very long detailed dream that survived waking three times. The detail did not carry across to the waking world.
Prior to this, I was jumping characters. Two of them had been shot and one, who had a bicep wound began to piss blood from the wound. The bicep deflated and blood was everywhere and I was assisted to where I could lie down. Warm and sticky. Fear of death, but dream shifted to the CO3 story line.
Seem to have been located at derelict building. Was discussing job prospects with former colleague Tara. She said she would confer with Jan who had supposedly been one if our managers.
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.
I somehow became a hermaphrodite so I found some lube and a vib and went to town.
I was an alien on a deep cover mission. In an environmental suit that made me appear human. Suit was powered. Woke up one morning confused and not knowing what had happened.
Phone plugged in under bed and wired to frame.
It appears the plan was to take over. In a large fancy restaurant eating. Wound up in elevator. Liam Neison looked curiously at me and was saying it looked like there were buttons in my head (a mirrored elevator) and pressed I one. My suit began to open. Wound back in restaurant (instant). Everyone looking. Large metal neck bag now, but back in suit. LN smoothing things over and leading me away. He was one of us, but would be vivisecting me to make a show. I had to choose my funeral flowers and plants as. Was feeling very confused and depressed and sad.
Next scene I (another character) am placing a brown paper bag with three bottles in it near a resort building. I then enter the nearby wading pool and it gets deeper. I go under water and bottles exude creating large area damage. I get pushed along underwater and the pools move into some rapids which are predominantly brown rust coloured. Apparently I needed to be underwater to survive the blast. Then the bomb may have caused area damage, or it could have vaporised ppl in a blue flash. Thing unclear there.
After this, back in room. Thing foggy. Seemed I was privy to the pacifist rebel plans as well as the invading/overtaking faction plans. Fair bit if political subtext/side story going on. Also a scene showing a diagram of environmental suit, physiology of us and power supply/suit specifications.
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.
I was cycling up a large hill and then down it. At one point my rear wheel slipped and I fell on my left hip, but wound up face down. I lay there a while observing myself from behind and above until I got up. Kitty had fallen out of an invisible basket on the back of my bike, but I continued on. Saw Phil Gallagher at the bottom of the climb before heading up it the opposite way. Kitty was nowhere to be seen that night.
Something about me travelling on a bus. I think I was female. The driver was an old friend supposedly, large of frame with dark brown skin. When I first got on the bus I realised I had left my laptop behind and had to go back to retrieve it.
Wake up in bed with the hot chick from Transformers on top of me, warming me up. She asks me if I want to move in with her. She is getting wet.
Change of scene where I am in a house and am doing the budget.
Supposedly I’d won $1 000 000 but it was all gone. So has the romance. Apparently was designing contacts (eh?)
Car full of people and notes of job requests/offers.
Pear shaped. Ex? Wife is pregnant. No memory at all of past events.
Bushland. Mountain bike riding up a hill on a windy road on the wrong side of the road in dull light. Trying to get romance back. I am Kevin Spacey’s body.