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SEVEN dreams last night, people! SEVEN!
1. bull - The longest and most elaborate. Fantasy world, I was some sort of warrior. I was in a city, and taunting a temple - or, rather, the temple's god. Who was present in the temple, but there was some sort of screen or haze obscuring him from my view. The next scene was a clearing near a lake, where I was waiting for the god to show up. He did, in the form of a large bull. We fought for a while, I with a rapier-like sword, he with his horns. And I taunted him again, saying that I'd been away in Spain where they TEACH people to kill bulls. And then I killed him. However, as he was a god, he wasn't killed killed, just that particular body, and he regenerated into a human form and we sat and talked for a while. And I explained that I was rather hoping he'd kill me, as I'd been cursed with immortality.
2. comic - The next dream was related to the first, and was set in the same city. However, it was as if the first dream was the first comic in a series, and this was the last, and I was missing the issues in between. It was in panels, and I don't remember much except for an 8-year-old boy sitting on a tall rock, the boy being the god from the first dream, and there was a character who was living backwards through time. He didn't speak out loud, but he had thoughts and they were written backwards. And the comic was written by Alan Moore.
3. bento - I was putting a bento lunch together, including some of the lasagna we had last night (don't get jealous, it was Pizza Hut lasagna), some watermelon, and a tomato. Which turned out to be really old and soft. And green. I was trying to find secondary containers to put in the bento box so that I could lift them out when I nuked the rest of it at lunchtime. And even with the lasagna, watermelon, tomato, and some frozen spaghetti I had, the box was only half full. (Trufax: I did indeed pack lasagna and an almost-overripe tomato for lunch today. Not surprisingly, we need to go to the store.)
4. diatomaceous earth - The space under the kitchen cabinets was much larger, or I was much smaller, because it was much easier to see under them. And I was spreading diatomaceous earth under there from a cup, using a spoon. And when I remembered that this morning, I realized that was a much better way of doing it than just pouring from a cup, the way I'd done it before. :) Chalk one up to the subconscious! (The dia-earth is to kill bugs: there's a crack in the wall somewhere behind the kitchen cabinets, and I think that may be one place they're coming in. Since putting the earth down, we've seen one dead cockroach and three dead tiny long-leggedy cricket-looking things, so I'm assuming it may be successful. The only live bugs we've seen since putting it down are flying ones - June bugs that keep getting in, and tiny flies.)
5. storage unit - I was in a building with storage units on the first floor, and had one. It had a solid door with a small window in it. I went down to get a suitcase and was merrily wheeling it down the hall when I realized I was wearing essentially what I'd worn to bed (a T-shirt and underwear) and I should put clothes on. I didn't see any bathrooms, so had to go back to the storage unit. Where I found that not only was it backstage to a theatre (and the door I'd thought was a bathroom was labeled "CLOWNS,") but it also had another passageway that led to the outside hall area. I went back into my storage unit and started rummaging around for clothes in the suitcase, where it turned out they were mostly dirty.
6. museum - My first day working in a small museum like the one in South Dakota I worked in, and I signed the guestbook on the way in with a fake name and didn't completely fill it out. Then went to the director and got permission to address the volunteer staff about it and explain that it should have been caught. (True, actually - one of the security measures in small museums is just to invite everyone to sign the guestbook. When I worked in South Dakota, the local FBI branch called me about a thief they were chasing down. He (or someone else) had hit the museum I was working at a couple of years before, and they asked me to fax them the pages from the guestbook around the date that the theft took place, so they could compare handwriting.)
7. robot grizzly - It was a future thing, and there was a big, rocky hill on which stood a house. At the foot of the hill, some distance from the house, was a tall fence. A grizzly bear was patrolling the area behind the fence, a little way up the hill. I was talking to it trying to convince it to let me in. A raccoon came up behind and to one side of me, and the grizzly bear, which turned out to be a robot, shot a laser out of its mouth at it. The raccoon turned out to be a robot also, and put a little laser gun up out of the wreckage and shot at the bear.
2. comic - The next dream was related to the first, and was set in the same city. However, it was as if the first dream was the first comic in a series, and this was the last, and I was missing the issues in between. It was in panels, and I don't remember much except for an 8-year-old boy sitting on a tall rock, the boy being the god from the first dream, and there was a character who was living backwards through time. He didn't speak out loud, but he had thoughts and they were written backwards. And the comic was written by Alan Moore.
3. bento - I was putting a bento lunch together, including some of the lasagna we had last night (don't get jealous, it was Pizza Hut lasagna), some watermelon, and a tomato. Which turned out to be really old and soft. And green. I was trying to find secondary containers to put in the bento box so that I could lift them out when I nuked the rest of it at lunchtime. And even with the lasagna, watermelon, tomato, and some frozen spaghetti I had, the box was only half full. (Trufax: I did indeed pack lasagna and an almost-overripe tomato for lunch today. Not surprisingly, we need to go to the store.)
4. diatomaceous earth - The space under the kitchen cabinets was much larger, or I was much smaller, because it was much easier to see under them. And I was spreading diatomaceous earth under there from a cup, using a spoon. And when I remembered that this morning, I realized that was a much better way of doing it than just pouring from a cup, the way I'd done it before. :) Chalk one up to the subconscious! (The dia-earth is to kill bugs: there's a crack in the wall somewhere behind the kitchen cabinets, and I think that may be one place they're coming in. Since putting the earth down, we've seen one dead cockroach and three dead tiny long-leggedy cricket-looking things, so I'm assuming it may be successful. The only live bugs we've seen since putting it down are flying ones - June bugs that keep getting in, and tiny flies.)
5. storage unit - I was in a building with storage units on the first floor, and had one. It had a solid door with a small window in it. I went down to get a suitcase and was merrily wheeling it down the hall when I realized I was wearing essentially what I'd worn to bed (a T-shirt and underwear) and I should put clothes on. I didn't see any bathrooms, so had to go back to the storage unit. Where I found that not only was it backstage to a theatre (and the door I'd thought was a bathroom was labeled "CLOWNS,") but it also had another passageway that led to the outside hall area. I went back into my storage unit and started rummaging around for clothes in the suitcase, where it turned out they were mostly dirty.
6. museum - My first day working in a small museum like the one in South Dakota I worked in, and I signed the guestbook on the way in with a fake name and didn't completely fill it out. Then went to the director and got permission to address the volunteer staff about it and explain that it should have been caught. (True, actually - one of the security measures in small museums is just to invite everyone to sign the guestbook. When I worked in South Dakota, the local FBI branch called me about a thief they were chasing down. He (or someone else) had hit the museum I was working at a couple of years before, and they asked me to fax them the pages from the guestbook around the date that the theft took place, so they could compare handwriting.)
7. robot grizzly - It was a future thing, and there was a big, rocky hill on which stood a house. At the foot of the hill, some distance from the house, was a tall fence. A grizzly bear was patrolling the area behind the fence, a little way up the hill. I was talking to it trying to convince it to let me in. A raccoon came up behind and to one side of me, and the grizzly bear, which turned out to be a robot, shot a laser out of its mouth at it. The raccoon turned out to be a robot also, and put a little laser gun up out of the wreckage and shot at the bear.
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Hmmm ... could it be all my fault that you dreamt about Spain? (The silly things are all over the countryside, BTW ... they look really impressive until you notice the scaffolding.)
I have to say, I'm amazed and impressed that you remember this many dreams.
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In last night's I and a few other people were in a trailer house, trying to cover our heads as a June bug whizzed around, and then it was winter and I was trying to draft-proof the trailer by stuffing insulation into the cracks and putting duct tape over it. And when I went into the bedroom, there were seven A/C wall units built into the wall, which I thought was a wee bit of overkill even for the hottest of climates.
ETA: The June bug incident echoes several encounters with June bugs in the past few weeks (although I like them, so I'm not scared of them, but I'd smashed a roach last night before going to bed, which probably spurred the trying-to-hide bit). And I was overheated so I turned the fan to its SUPER-HYPER-AIRSPEED setting, which probably produced the drafts and the A/C units. And I used to have a friend who lived in a mobile home in South Dakota, which might have produced that part.