Drat this working for a living all to heck.

I had a dream this morning that I feel the need to record.

It starts out in my current standard dream landscape, which is always a highrise, and either an apartment or an office building. It can transition back and forth as we travel from room to room and task to task. So this eventually morphed into an old-style computer lab, where, as we used to do, one person started talking about their new piece of tech, and we all then wanted one. It was some sort of communications toggle that I didn't quite know what it did - and I wasn't sure whether or not I needed what it did - but I wanted it.

So, my real-life friend joins me, and she thinks she knows how it works, but we can't make it work, and another woman, whom I feel I should recognize in real life but don't, joined us, promising to teach us all about it. My friend was sceptical. I expected chicanery but was interested in seeing how it would roll out.

By now the place has become a fine-dining computer cafe[1] with a beautiful view and more beautiful clientel. We started ordering foods, and the chicanery woman spun out her chicanery beginning to the point that my friend left annoyed, saying she would be at mumble-mumble[2] restaurant. I hung around a little longer, and then when chicanery woman went to speak to friends at another table, I left, trying to pay the whole bill before I left. I payed a high bill with a high tip, and then I noticed that instead of charging me the amount, the machine had charged me the amount plus $1000.00. I tried to have the charge reversed and why I didn't realize this was a dream I don't know, because everything was a delay. The person didn't understand. Someone came to help, and didn't understand, and the first person went on break. A crowd started to form of people wanting to be seated. The staff couldn't seat anyone until I accepted my fate and left. Other people came out to help, getting further confused the more upset I got, and the more often and more people explained to the new people. There were aunties who were cooks, there was the tecnically manager because male with a tie, but really not helpful to either me or the people not helping me, there were other women, on and on, until finally there was the still-in-high-school male, earmarked for inheritance, who was hoping to show-up the old guard with how well he understands the "new reality", who was settling down to help me, when all my documents transformed. In the meantime all my "stuff" (purse, wallet, card, cell phone, receipts, toggles, cane, etc etc) were getting lost and found by me, around the reception desk, where the crowd of people wanting to be seated continued to grow.

When my documents changed is when my cats woke me up (I think the grader went by, and occasionally he shoves some of the snow onto a side piece of grass across my driveway, and that encroachment on their territory is tooo much), by meowing a lot and showing me fuzzed up tails. Once I was awake and so-called in charge, they settled down to stare down the hallway.

There were two clues that I should have noticed in the dream pointing to its dream-nature. One is that I can't learn anything I don't know in my dreams, because I am the only one there, and new knowledge is not available. Even when parts of me are maskerading as chicanery woman or my real friend, there is no knowledge that I didn't go to sleep with.

The second clue is that I can't read in my dreams. This is also because I am the only one there, so new-to-me written material is not available.

I'm not quite sure why I needed to write that down, but I feel better now that I have.

[1] - I never saw such a place in real life.
[2] - Honey Comb Board?

I've been sleeping long enough to remember parts of my dreams.

In one, my parents and SOGP and I were travelling through a forested area, along a broad straight path, and we came to a broken arch in a wall. From there we all jumped into the ocean below. The wall was sheer and the opening well above our heads, so there was no going back that way. On either side of the arch, the wall became high cliffs that stretched away forever on either side of us, although I only remember the view to the right. The sky was clear blue, and the water and sky met, and one knew there was just nothing out that way forever. Also, the cliffs above us also went straight down into the water forever. The depth might as well have been outer space for the amount of it. The ocean was calm and warm, without even a swell, and we were all just bobbing contentedly close to the cliff face under the arch. We had no plans to do anything but bob there.

In another I was vaccinating people with my cat, Chuckie. I would hold him on his back (so not going to happen in real life) until he was happily purring, and then I would move his head underneath someone's chin, and he would nip/nuzzle them on the edge of their jaw on their left side, and they would be vaccinated. There was no blood, and people were lining up and not squeaking while it happened. I have no idea what we were vaccinating people for.

And in another I was organizing a celebration in a town for the woman who was famous as the local hero because she had, at great personal sacrifice, saved the town by selling her pornography collection. Everyone recognized this as very generous, and loved her very much for it. The sale made all the difference to the survival of the town. She was an older grey-haired woman, and her name was Sheila Gunshot.

So I was sleeping before a phone call, and I had been having a dream that my SOGP had died, the significance of which is easy enough to figure out.  But it reminded me of a dream where the significance of an action is still elluding me.  I was attending the funeral again (the one in mid October), and all the principals were the same as in the real event, but one of the acts of mourning was to shave off the eyebrows.  So I shaved off my eyebrows, and did it badly so that I still had stubble.  I spent the rest of the post-funeral wake looking for the razor.