Very odd dream with changing POV’s

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).

High Profile Actors Infiltrate my Dream Characters

I remembered lots more of this at 4am when I woke, but I did not want to disturb my sleeping companion by turning on the light and recording this, so it is now quite faded.

Colin Firth was a butler who was quite grumpy.  We brought him a kitten to cheer him up and patted it while holding it close to his face.  Set in Crown Casino Melbourne lobby, but actual location Perth.

I flew in the lobby and out a window in full view of the general public.  I was giving this second thoughts, but figured what the heck, I wanted to go for a fly.

A well known female actress played a part as did Adam Driver.  What parts I now do not know.

While flying, I decided to head for Queensland despite thinking this was a long flight.  Curiously, this was over water.  A square of water was glowing and it shorted out (best way to describe it), my flying ability. I landed in the square and the lights went out.  There were traps all over the place to prevent me (apparently specifically) from leaving the area.

The female character was then with me and despite being about 5 kilometres off shore, we were back on the beach at the entrance to the hotel.  This is where the grumpy butler was and shortly presented with the kitty.

Lady a Bee Hive?

There is a park. Lady on the bench. There is a swarm of bees. The lady reopened her nasopharyngeal passage and the bees want under her funky looking glasses and a up her nose. Was she saving the day? Did the bees live there? Was she dead? Strange 10 second dream all I’m doing is just observing the scene.


Rome’s Looking Like Paris From This Freeway

Begin with a fuzzy Giro d’Italia storyline ending with us on hills outside Rome.

Rome looked more like Paris and seemed to be on a river delta by the sea or (a big lake). Our large convoy is making its way to Rome via some stepped down freeway which seemed to be under construction.

When we got to water level, the road ended. One of us called across to some workers asking how to (or help to) get onto the next section of road. They got in an enclosed lift and submerged.

Two or three of us were then on a concrete section just off from the road and it flipped over. Two of us were ditched into the water, I stayed on the concrete. The enclosed elevator rose up from the water.

I was now in the water trying to keep some sheet music dry. One other was near me. We both were dragged under, it appeared to be fresh, though murky green water. The papers now looking like a metal briefcase with caution/safety tape on it was dragging us down. I let go, but still could not make it to the surface.

As I was running out of air I was magically touching the bottom of the river/lake and was close to the shore, under a bridge. Lots of “track coughing” followed this.

A very illogically constructed dream.

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Kite Rocket and a Journey

Only a partial recollection of a long dream.

I was flying a kite that appeared to be a rocket. I could not get it down so I cut the line and it flew off crashing some distance away.

I then embarked on a journey to retrieve it for reasons unknown. There was a blue string to follow. It hung over power-lines and buildings. I was bundling up string as I traced the location of rocket.

A bridge crossing lead me into “Dodgyville”. (Seemed to be Chandler Highway Bridge in Melbourne – the Northern side).

I travelled along a path and down an alley. In the green area (nicer variant of a section of Ashburton), I found the rocket in two pieces. I picked them up and began walking home. I think someone was in pursuit or else I need to avoid some dodgy people.

Girlfriend Becomes Short Lived Tranny

My girlfriend was using a plastic bread clip as a cock ring on herself – she had my penis.  Quite strange.  It made the cock large and swollen and transferred the skin indentation to mine (perhaps it had moved back to my body).

She looked quite strange with an engorged cock hanging between her legs.

Devil Worshippers Try to Hack My Operating System

There was a party. One attendee was skinny with a goatee and eyeshadow.

By some tech we (or it was) discovered this guy was possessed by the devil. Some sort of ray immobilised them and the devil was extracted (other forgotten dream narrative) The devil was crucified in an old crypt and for later use, was turned to stone. They/he then began to tempt me (or control of my operating system). I refused. They hacked in and installed a new one (or gave themselves access) and rebooted.

The hacker appeared unsuccessful. Incidentally at this stage an R2-D2 unit was hosting the operating system as it appeared the operating system was an artificial reality simulator. Scene of examining control icons and apparently unsuccessful taking of hack in conjunction with pan of Trafalgar in Victoria

Plant Infection

There was a plant that looked like a cross between alfalfa and four leafed clover that used humans as a host. An infected was going around infecting others.  For some reason there were four of us in a bed that looked like a large version of the bed I grew up sleeping in. There were plants behind glass on the book shelf. As we slept the infected one (told via back story/flashback), crept into a ic cave and flipped the lid on a carton of ice cream. In it was a single green sprout. Things get fuzzy and we flash back to the three of us (not include infection guy), then becoming infected.

Green shoots are sprouting everywhere. We spy a hardware store and the plan is to drink some round up. One of us breaks the front door. There is glass everywhere. I have no shoes. I managed to get indie without cuts (fuzzy how that happened) and my party look for the phone book and I pick up an old black phone and test it for a connection. It is dead. The inside of the store now resembled a museum piece like what one would see in a place such as Old Gippstown.

“We” forget about the roundup, though I am still thinking about it and wondering why we have forgotten about it.