The Death of my Mother

My mother seemed to be staying at my place and was using a chest of draws as a bed. She was simultaneously regular size as well as dwarf size. She was coughing and having trouble breathing and after a little bit, ceased to be alive.

I said, “rest now, forever sleep, earned it you have” channelling Yoda.

I then rang up my father and said “I have bad news”. He replied with “she’s dead, isn’t she”. MY voice cracked a little as I began the call.

I was then wondering how I was to ring her remaining siblings and break the news.

After that I was wondering where she’d left her funeral plans as somehow I was now the executor.

Something about something that could have been done to prolong her life discovered at the autopsy and the dream tried to make me feel guilty I could have saved her. I squashed that narrative right away. There is no sense agonising on what or what not may have happened following certain decision points.

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Digging a Grave

– Large park at night

– Spying on vandals graffiting fence

– Two people wanted to bury a body. I was tasked with digging the hole

– Hole dug is a bed’s mattress

– The two girls I dig the hole for left town soon after.

Location seemed to be wide grassy city drain

I think I’m a spy

Hotel.

White suits (protective).

Three oil storage towers offshore. Me and one other to put explosive devices in them. Needed to remove the blue coverings from each tower, climb up using the inbuilt metal ladder, place device, recover and not be seen.

Well working on Tower one, suddenly they are much smaller and in the corner of a clean room. Technicians are approaching. We try to be invisible and when noticed walk away like we are meant to be there. We degown and some government official is nosy.

Hotel room. Bed. Official has a master access card. Asked what Holograms are for. Top one will tell him what is stolen.

Leaves room. Cream holograms are for. Top one will tell him what is stolen.

Leaves room. Dream knowledge says he will check our security badges for authenticity and they will not pass.

News paper announces we will face a firing squad of four Australian Navy officers that are visiting. at this point someone (perhaps me) is reading the article and placing cut out hats on the photo of me in the paper.

Flash to the firing squad. The shooters are women from a theatre company thinking they are there for an audition. I’m in two places at once. Being lined up and looking fat in tan pants and white shirt. My partner is in dark blue. I’m intructing the leaders to shoot us not fatally. They comply and after faking death for a few seconds I have to wear short we run away down the footpath we are not pursued. I am next heading towards the ocean for an extraction, wandering through the suburbs. The voice of my partner comes from a doorway, but it is not him. Inside the complex, a businessman is discussing the redevelopment of the site. Lots of security/police walking about and eyeballing me.

It turns out the main guy was a world of War Craft question partner from his ago. We leave “my” place (still in the foreign country) to catch up on our world of War Craft playing.

Entering home, there is graffiti in the floor, dripping water from the ceiling and are forced open rear door. The Place is split level.

On the upper level I find my wallet on the floor. It had been emptied of all contents with the exception of a single card. I do not have my bank details. I look to the sky and exclaim “Noooooooo!”

 

I’m female and an assassin?

I woke in a cave. I was female. I was strapped to some sort of medical examination chair/table.

I somehow escaped killed everyone and returned home via some corporate where I found out who I was.

When I returned home my keys would not work though the roller door opener opened the roller door and flipped a blue car.

I was then inside the scoping from the old man that I was somehow that I was someone else and had been kidnapped years ago and experimented on. Evidence of this was a series of radiating/arced welts on the side of my body. I also found out I could not be killed unless my head was mangled and that was the same for those I had killed in the cave.

Flash to an interlude with three silver of gold lyca clad females revived and heated.

Next I was in an orange car with a traitor and needing to reverse it I was having trouble. Three of the revivees ran into my house, not seeing me. I go to the back of the carport, back into a white van and headed back to the corporate HQ.

In the stairwell I dispose 2 of the 3.

Not sure about the other. Not sure if I was coming or going. Also not sure if the stairwell scene took place before or after getting home.

Bit of a strange one

Setting – angel (<illegible, maybe ancient) Britain/Egypt. I appeared to be a medico and had saved the emperor’s life and received a pardon for something. Despite that, I was being put to death. There was a big (illegible) for this. We would walk up to a gallows type construction and be processed. I was walking with despondency.

I saw the grandson of the emperor who seemed to be a popular sports star (lacrosse? Footy?). I yelled at him what was happening and he was being noticed (eh < illegible). We appeared to be friends. I asked for another pardon.

It appeared my mother has a fish tank with a dead fish. She accused me of killing them, due to marbles being in a bowl of petunias. Cartoon “X” eyes on the fish. I had nothing to do with it. I started slapping her around and calling her a stupid bitch as I had nothing to do with the death of her fucking fish and they were going to (try and) kill me. I did not have time to spend at the bottom of a death pit pretending to be dead (immortality theme continued).

Fish both (<eh, illegible) with marble out of bathroom in Moe. Running mascara. Mother on knees. Flashes to wide cut of a river piled up with dead bodies. Many, many of them, with the implication O’s been somewhere there.

Alien Deep Cover Mission

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.

17/01/2011 Chatting to a dead guy while our dogs disagreed

I was with my dog, standing at a fence looking toward a caravan where a friend resided. He was lying on his back on a table in the van, dead, but unbeknownst to me (say about 90 yes old and half mummified). His dog was barking viciously at my dog. I was conversing with dead guy saying it was best I did not make it over for dinner as our dogs were not getting along (not sure if this was actually talking to myself as my friend was not answering, or actually talking with the dead guy). Next thing, the dead guy is stretching backwards, head tipping back, mouth open in a silent scream. At this point I realised he was dead.  Not bad range of motion for a mummified long dead person.

Flash to the next scene. I wake up and somehow, the same guy’s foot is attached to mine by the sole. I somehow get to a hospital where nobody will tend to me. My foot hurts and I am worried that my blood will be poisoned by the attachment to the dead, decomposing dude’s body. I seem to have had a conversation with my father in the circular hallway about something not related to my predicament. Not long after, our feet separate (I did not experience the actual separation, just realised it had happened after the event).  All the remained was a small indentation where my foot met the dead dude’s foot.

25/06/2010 Vampire strangeness and dropping dead

D1:

I turned a human into a vampire, though I did not appear to be one. The rest of the dream involved a lynch mob trying to destroy an ancient vampire, a debate on why destroy something people did not understand and ended with the old vampire giving a long wavy haired brunette the option of dying or becoming an immortal.

D2:

Brad Tressider dropped dead of an unknown aliment, surprising everybody.

23/08/2007 Sex Swapping Dream & Lots of Dying

I was a female. I was being chased by someone who looked like he had spikes all over his skin. I was being called the light girl. I then wound up in 1980 and was setting up shop in an office building run by one of my friend’s uncles. In the back there were three fire places and a collection of people I would work with in the present.

There was some obstacle course that I needed to learn or else I would be killed. The dream played out very similar to a movie called Next. I kept getting killed, only to learn how to avoid getting killed.

I’d been out for dinner with another girl and was taking her back to my place, but when we got to the rear of the office block, all that was there was a bus depot. I appeared to be licking an ice cream