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Black Holes and Fires and Phallic Microphones

I dreamed MM and her family owned an oil well of some sort. It's like, there was this subterranean cavern filled with oil, and when her family started drilling, they hit some kind of pocket that opened up a black hole. I talked to her about it, and I said I'd had a dream about the same thing, about drilling into an oil well that turned into a black hole, and the earth crumbled as a result. The earth on top of the oil well, not the entire earth. I think we were at a restaurant with lots of people at it when we were talking about it. Or maybe we were remembering the restaurant. It was sorta like a work function, and it was sort of a nice dark brown lit place.

Later, I was playing a gig, and for a while I was in an all-girl band with 3 members. There was a large audience, and it was sort of an outdoors place. Sort of like a cafe, I guess, but out doors, with a couple shelters (a roof supported by 4 posts). There were a bunch of young-ish guys leaning on a wooden wall about 3 or 4 feet high, and they started dissipating. It looked like they had plans for the evening. The band re-formed so that it was just me and my ex-boyfriend, J. I think he was my boyfriend in the dream. The owners of the place said we weren't allowed to have more than 1 person singing, and I'm not sure why they didn't want harmonies or multiple microphones. But, I went ahead and sang harmony into the same microphone J was singing into cuz screw 'em. There wasn't much they could do, anyway. And, although it was well-attended, people kept leaving. We started playing a somewhat jazzy piece, and he ended up way over, about 20 or 30 feet away from me under a different wood shelter. He was playing sort of an organ part on keyboards. We got to the point in the song where he was supposed to start singing, but he didn't. He just played the keyboard part that started up at the same time. I think it had sort of a raggae beat.

I ran up to him (still playing my guitar) and reminded him that he's supposed to start singing. He's like all, "oh shit" and he and I both run back to the place where we both originally were. He positioned himself on the floor where he was supposed to start singing, and I got a microphone on a microphone stand (it was all one thing, the mic and the stand) (it was black). I was adjusting the mic stand so he could sing into it; it was at about a 45 degree angle, and I was thinking about the phallic nature of it while I was messing around with it. We looked and realized the whole audience had left. Even the owner of the place, who had been under the overhang of the structure (that must've housed the kitchen) had left. There was somewhat muddy dirt with all these tire tracks, some of which looked like tractor tracks. I assumed people didn't want to stay because there was no alcohol, and no or not much food. If it was a bar with food, people'd've stayed.

Then, I was walking past a police station which was next door to where I was living in the dream. There was smoke coming out of the police station, and there was a police man standing outside of the structure just looking at the smoke coming out of it, but not doing anything about it. I thought it was odd that he wasn't doing anything to put out the fire.

I went to the place where I lived, which was sort of like real life, but lighter inside. There were other people who lived there, too, and the police were investigating them, I guess, to see if they had started the fire.

Hilly Football Field

I dreamed somebody's mom called and said something to the effect that she was worried about that somebody. Then somebody got on the phone with me and said she was real depressed, since we're no longer in contact. I told her to exercise daily and take omega 3 supplements. I wasn't sure if she'd do it. I ended up in a bookstore with her and her mom, and her mom told her to go look at the more technical types of books, while me and the mom would look at stuff that's more for girls. I thought it odd that the mom assumed I'd like the same kind of stuff she did.

The Minnesota Vikings, maybe, or some such football team, there was a commercial for them, playing on their home stadium. The weird thing is that the football field was really hilly. All it was was rolling hills with those little whitle lines drawn on the hills. I wondered if that was for reals, if that was really the field they played on. I also wondered if the point was that the hilly-ness highlighted their rugged natures.

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I dreamed of a person who lived in a very small house, I think. I'm not sure, though. Well, actually, ealier in the dream, I dreamed I was hanging photographs on one of the walls at my parents' house, and I was hanging them with blue thumb tacks. The plastic, sticky-outty kind that you use on bulletin boards. I realized there were pictures of my ex-boyfriend, P, and that my parents wouldn't like that. There were also 2 photos glued to paper-bag material, and I folded it so one of the photos was against the wall, facing the wall. That one was of me and a friend, and you could see our bras. She had her shirt off, and I wore my bra on the outside of a black shirt.

Then there was the thing with the person in a small house, and the identity of the person kept shifting, from a coach, I think, to a professor to K. There was something tiered in the tiny, 1-room house, and there was something potentially dangerous about it, as well. I think there may have been an altar in there, too.

Then my parents called me to the deck to overlook the back yard, where a person or animal was peeing a whole lot. Then it turned out the pee was actually poop, but it was the consistency of pee. The poop turned into a happy pig and it ran around the back yard. Or it galavanted. I was afraid of the pig and I thought of the swine flu, too. Or, it's like, I didn't know whether to be afraid of the pig or not cuz it just seemed like this really happy, animated pig (made out of pee or poop, though). Me and my parents conjectured about what Eckhart Tolle said about everything in the universe being endowed with consciousness and God-energy. I thought, wow, even pee and poop can be a nice thing and turn into a nice, friendly animal.

600 Dollar Bottle of Champaigne

I dreamed I stayed the night at K and N's house without them there. I think I was house-sitting for a night. They had a coffee table like the one they used to have (that I have now) and in the dream, they didn't have kids. I drank 1/2 of a bottle o' white wine (the cheap kind) and a bottle of champaigne they had lying around. The wine was mine, but not the champaigne. I felt kind of bad about drinking their champaigne without asking (it had gold foil on it, on that top part). I looked at the bottle to see if there was a price tag because I realized in the dream that they were in the habit of buying expensive wine, like, you know, collectors and stuff. I saw the price tag, and at first I thought it said 60 dollars. I thought, yeah, that's a little pricey, and I'll try to replace it. Then I realized I wasn't looking at it properly, in terms of where the decimal point was, and it actually said 600 dollars! I'm all, oh shit, oh shit, I drank a 600 dollar bottle of wine, and I didn't even taste it properly! I just sort of guzzled it down, as if it were Charles Shaw or something like that! Fuckity fuck. I mean, as far as I remembered it, it didn't taste any different than Cooks or something like that.

I felt stupid and totally fucked. They came back, and I had the 2 bottles lying on the floor in front of the coffee table (which had the longer side facing the fireplace wall). They didn't seem to notice the bottles, and I was trying to figure out whether or not to confess to them.

Then I was walking down my parents' street toward the rock road with C and I was telling her about my predicament, and how I was planning on paying them back for the bottle of champaigne, but it might take me a long time to pay 600 dollars in the installments I'd have to make. She seemed to think that things'd work out fine, and that maybe they wouldn't make a big deal about it.

Later, I realized that some guy, SP, who was sort of a big, tall, blond asshole with a concave chest, he won the bottle of champaigne in a little raffle-like contest thingy that K and N had, and SP just left it there at their house when he left that night. He must've forgotten about it. It turned into a 200 dollar bottle of wine, too, so I was hoping that, since they'd already given the bottle away, but the dude didn't take it, they might not make that big a deal about it.

Then I was in K and N's house, warding off their birds that were flying all over the place. Then I ended up in my parents' back yard, and I had a hose, and there was a skunk circling around me. I was afraid it'd bite me and I'd have to go get a rabies shot. I asked someone to turn on the hose real hard so I could spray the skunk and make it go away, like how people use fire hoses sometimes. It went over to the next door neighbors' yard, and I sprayed over their wall, but I realized I might be spraying H. The skunk was bugging her, and I tried spraying it, and I'm not sure if H wanted me to do that.

Poopy Assignments and Narcissism

I dreamed I wrote a paper that was sort of an assignment for a class. But it was here, at work. Y'know, work was all mixed in with school. One of my supervisors was looking at the paper that I wrote, which was a mix of scientific/paper type writing and fiction-writing. She said the writing was juvenile and not professional enough. I was all, oh okay. I couldn't tell in what way the writing, particularly that last sentence she pointed out (which had something to do with a kid and a tree-branch), was unprofessional. But, as I read it over and over, I sorta realized the sentence was written as if in a little kid's voice, I guess. She looked at me encouragingly, as I "got it." She, and her colleague whose office is on the same part of the hallway as her, said that the point of the assignment was to engage with our writing "more deeply" and as a result be able to make it more professional sounding.

Then, me and that supervisor were leading a therapy group for shy people. But, the group was made up of about 100 people! I realized, wait, didn't we originally intend for it to be 6-8 folks (as therapy groups tend to be).? The people were in a big, tiered classroom, which was arranged in a semi-circle, like an auditorium, and me and R were on a stage, or at the lecturn or whatever, and they were looking to us expectantly. Then the group changed, and I became both a leader and a group member. The group shrank down to about 16-20 folks. I was supposed to perform in front of them, and I had, on a piece of paper, something written out that was both a piece o' fiction and a song. I sang it to them, and everybody hated it and said it was bad. Then, this girl in the group sang Auld Lang Syne, but it had 9's in it, and was accompanied by the harmonica. Everybody loved it. I felt really stupid. I didn't understand why people hated my song-story so much.

Then I was with S, with whom I co-lead a group in real life, and he was demonstrating on a white board how to do therapy that gets you "deeper." It was similar to a writing exercise I had in a writing class, in real life, that "deepens" your voice. He had a picture of a blue pick up truck on the board, and he had the shallow way of exploring with a client. The client sez I bought a blue pick up truck, and the shallow way was to get more details, like, where did you get the truck? What color is it? And reflecting back what they just said. I thought, oh shit, that's what I've been doing, and indeed, it's something I wasn't able to do that well before, and now I'm improving that, and he sez it's the shallow way? Oh, fuck.

He then points out the way of getting to the "deep stuff" with  a client, which looked completely foreign to me, and indeed, I had no idea what he was asking the client. It looked all esoteric and hard to understand or wrap my brain around.

Then, I was with him and K, and I was recounting an interaction, in which, even though it was me and S together, somehow I felt like I was interacting with me and a part of myself that I took to be him. Or a part of him I took to be myself. I realized it was just plain old me interacting with me, and that meant I was narcissistic. I was so upset by that that I just lay on the floor, all depressed and heavy and dopey and didn't wanna get back up. S and K just looked at me blankly and unsympathetically, even though I'd just made this huge confession to both them and myself and was really messed up from it. Then R comes in the room, and R and K tell me that my assignment, with the branchy trees and juvenile sentences is due in a couple hours, or maybe the next day, along with another assignment (that might've been an audio recording). I thought, there's no way I can complete all this in time. They didn't seem to care.

A Bear, a Strange Bed, and a Couch

I dreamed I was at a house, and I think it was supposed to be a former babysitters from when I was a kid. But it was across the street and was a lot like the M's house, except there were only 2 bedrooms on the hall. I was supposed to stay the night in the bratty kid's room. I don't remember if there was a bed in it, and I think I was gonna sleep on the floor, even if there was a bed in it. Then, that bedroom disappeared altogether, and it was only the parents' bedroom. It was dark in that house, and I think only the mom lived there. My parents made me a bed, but it was actually a bench, and it had this thing attached at the top that made it shaped sort of like a coffin. It was so narrow, I wondered if I'd fall off it when I was sleeping. My parents told me that I know how to sleep on something narrow like that, that I know how to sleep without moving around too much. I said I guess that's right.

I also dreamed that me, M, and maybe K and C? D? I'm not sure? We were making a video of M jumping up on a desk and a hungry bear then jumping up on the same desk. A big desk. Then I ended up showing the video to K, and several others (M, too, I think), and we all laughed at the parts that had subtitles. I'd made subtitles appear on dark areas of the TV screen.

I dreamed a few nights before that about a couch. Oh, wait. I was in the Eagle Theater at my high school, but it was also the place where I work, combined with the place where I formerly worked. It was big and sort of dim. It turned out there was a neuroscience class that had 3 chapters due to be read that day (7, 8, and 9) (or maybe 8, 9, and 10). I said there was no way I was gonna get through 3 chapters in just a couple hours, since I'm such a slow reader. I was gonna just go to class without having done the assignment. Other people cheered me on, sorta.

Later in the dream, I was in a public bathroom with my cat, Charlie, and she was wandering all over the bathroom. I worried that someone would let her out. But they didn't. An African American woman, oldish, in her 50s or 60s or so, she commented on how well behaved my kitty was being.

Then I ended up in a house where they didn't take care of things. There was a couch that had a missing cusion. Most of the couch was light blue and white (or beige).The back had a blue cusion and a bright yellow one that obviously didn't go with the rest of the couch. I realized the blue and yellow would go together if the bottom cusions were green like my regular couch. It looked like my regular couch in that the arms were wood. Light colored wood. I started folding up the couch, cuz I guess you could (folding the arms down). A girl came up to me and I don't remember what we talked about. I think I told her about how I needed the couch for what I was gonna do. It was some kind of a journey that I was going on, I guess, that had something to do with my work.

Funky Frames and 3 Showers

I dreamed me and my group-leader buddy were running a group, and the members were all talking about their boyfriends as if the boyfriends were all in the same building, in this downstairs part where they serve food. I suggested that all the members talk as if they were their boyfriends, but none of them did it. The group was gonna meet again in the same day, and I was going to do the same intervention. We started early, so the rest of the team didn't even know we were starting, and we didn't know if they'd be able to watch us like regular. The team leader seemed grumpy.

Then there were 3 floors in this one building where I worked, I guess. There were showers on each floor. I was taking a shower on the lowest floor, in the middle of what looked like a convenience store (on the bottom, undergound, floor). There were those turny rack thingies with sunglasses and other glasses on them. My training director was concerned because she made it so you could take a shower on all 3 levels, and my shower, the one that belonged to me, was on the top level. She asked me, with a look o' concern, why I was taking a shower downstairs, when she had fixed things. I said there weren't enough soaps. The blue soap I was supposed to use up top wasn't there, so I was down in the basement, using the brown soap. The shower was just a nozzle with a drain in the floor, and the floor sloping slightly down to the drain.

The dude I was with was K, who works here. He and me and the TD were talking about glasses. There had been several people who had expressed interest in a certain kind of glasses, with real funky frames (there were 2 levels of funkiness, the funkyest being homemade ones, like K had--they were on the rack). The TD said how she was happy enough to make new frames for K, with the same prescription, but if he wore those glasses all the time, it might hurt his eyes, cuz the prescription was just for 1 type of thing (like reading or driving). I looked and saw that K was wearing glasses, the ones he wears all the time in real life. I told him, "Wait, you're wearing glasses." So, I realized the whole funky-frame-all-the-time-wrong-prescription thing might not be an issue for him cuz he usually wears his regular glasses.

Boxer Shorts

I dreamed about the presentation I did today (but it was before I did the presentation). I dreamed that I was in my pajamas, and there were people from PGSP there, and the whole staff here was there (just like in real life - the staff part), and this girl from PGSP introduces me, and I'm still getting dressed! So, I pull on my black pants over my sweat shorts, which later on ended up being boxer shorts, all the while I was trying to look all professional in front of my bosses and colleagues.

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I dreamed there was a word that everybody heard all around the world. I wish I could remember what the word was. It was something along the lines of "quarter," or "oil." As a result, something was happening in the middle east, and there was gonna be a big football game. Later on I found out the game wasn't that big or important. It was just one of a series of games to get to whatever playoffs came later, and the oil team, or the oilers? maybe?