Powder Fragments of HIt & Run Doggystyle Toilet Bathing

I had to bathe in a toilet and a sing in my parents master bathroom in my childhood home... though the bathroom was different from what that bathroom was/is in reality.  The porcelain was a dark mustard yellow - it was clean as I put my feet in the bowl and washed and rinsed using the sink.  The porcelain that made the sink was white.  So it was like the 2 different bathrooms mashed up together.

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There were 3 smartphones hooked together as a contraption that crushed prescription pills into a fine powder.

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My middle sister was walking my 2 dogs - though in the dream Reilly wasn't Reilly.. he was a pug..but had the same pattern of fur as Reilly has.  She got distracted and both dogs got hit by a car - the pug died instantly and Freshy was seriously injured.  I was crushed - she had gotten distracted by Leanne's new boyfriend or husband.  I went to find the body of the dead dog in the neighbor (old childhood neighbor) lady's overgrown backyard... it was unclear if Freshy was going to survive her injuries.

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I was overcome with hormones and was going to let Fred Savage fuck me doggie style on the guest bedroom.  Gross. I don't find him attractive whatsoever - but I had to fulfill a need and he was there... plan was thwarted when someone walked in.

Thoughtless Emporium

I drove to some Emporium store.. it was a strange place on the corner of a rather busy highway.. it almost looked like a costume store as the initial entry way was full of mannequins with fancy boas and dresses... but as you enter into the main floor it looked much like a library does with the card files that tell you where to find a book.. tons of those... but they were all fancy beads. One of the sales ladies came and spoke with me to tell me about the store and pointed out a rare mattress they had leaning up against the wall. She spoke to me in a way that it made me realize she thought I wasn't high class enough for this store.. and I really wasn't... I mean.. I'm not going to spend $100 on some rare bead that was made and hand painted.. just nothing of interest to me. But how could she know that just looking at me? - that was the frustrating part.

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I was house sitting.. but the odd thing was it was my own house.. the girl that Pat always had the hard time getting over showed up... it was startling how physically beautiful she was.. I wasn't sure her intention of being here.. Pat wasn't here.. wasn't going to be.. I got annoyed cause she was avoiding helping with any chores... using things at her whim and no thought to others... right before I woke up she said she was going to use the phone outside and instructed me to do something as if I was her maid.

Gosling Shower Add-Ons

Someone who looked like Ryan Gosling was living next door to me and for some reason we had a mobile bathroom unit that we shared that sat between our houses... but parked on the street.  I wanted to take a shower but I couldn't figure out how it worked.. it was a claw-foot type bathtub with multiple rigged up hoses and shower heads.  He came in to help me and explained that occasionally you had to shove the shower head to the drain to clear it out... it backed up really easily.

My mom and sister had emerged during this exchanged .. they were going out somewhere. - it was a simple pass through role... seems like Cath was wearing a dress.

I'm not attracted to Ryan Gosling in general.. but I have been attracted based on some characters he played (no! not The Notebook - haven't even seen it) - it's always more about who someone is really... so as I was getting to chat and know this RG doppelganger I started to be attracted to him...  the feeling felt mutual as we joked about doing additions to our houses so that we could connect them to have shared space and our own space.. we both had a need for our own space... but somewhat longed for the company of someone close.... being neighbors made that really convenient.

Fed-Up-Fuck

I was going to a movie with a few other people... Reilly had snuck into my car when I left the house.. and then again snuck out when I got out at the movie theater without my noticing until I was inside and he couldn't get in through the glass doors.  I went outside and picked him up.. he's the funnest dog to carry cause he's the perfect size...  I was just going to walk straight into the movie with him.. who cares! - when I opened the door to go into the actual movie seating.. there were other people with their pets.. big dogs... but the usher called me out and said I couldn't have my dog in there - and then here comes that anger that I can't/don't feel in waking life... I became completely belligerent  - but I was fed up and this was bullshit.. he was forcing me to leave and I gave in... but couldn't help myself and turned around on my way out and said something like Fuck you.. you... with some other fuck+made up word combinations (cause that is totally classy! <sarcasm>) - strange way to wake up disappointed with yourself but I'm sure it was an outlet from all of yesterdays frustrations... I had other parts to this dream or another dream but I can't remember them.

Barefoot Bellevue Hacksaw Rescues

I was back in Seattle and a light layer of snow covered the ground... there were people I haven't seen in years there... people I had worked with in Bellevue before I moved... I was trialing the idea of living there again... 

Apparently a lot of them lived in this 4 story dorm type apartment thing - I can only remember bits and pieces... Smulini was there, but I connected the most with Joe... he was the kindest person I had met while working up there and when he walked up to me I could see he had aged... gray hair was starting to show... he stood there with his hands deep in his jacket pockets like he always did... at some point... I had to rescue him out of one of the rooms in this building... he was chained up and I had to use a hacksaw to free him.  He was barefoot and I remember before we ran downstairs someone else said something about you are not allowed to be barefoot in here and if the house lady sees it (apparently the house lady is someone who oversees the building.. like a landlord) that we could be in trouble... so we watched for a window to sneak past.. he had big feet and was wearing a red t-shirt.  When the coast was clear he leaped down 5 stairs at a time.  There was a feeling as though this was reoccurring.. him being captured and having to rescue him without getting caught by the captor.

Rescuing Hunted Fragments

Pat and I rescued some girl in a hotel room who was trapped there by her stalker... we lured him out somehow and then locked him out of any potential way to get in.  (The room had adjoining room doors, ect).  That night Pat banged her while I slept on the floor.

The next day I had to leave to get some supplies at the store and I was driving behind what could have been an undercover police car... I wasn't wearing my seat-belt... and I saw a little red dot coming from the driver hitting me - we made eye contact through his rear view mirror... I backed off a little and slid my seat-belt on...  turns out he was not a cop... but a vampire and I had been tagged for his next hunt.

Salon Seams & Self Tattoos

I was in a backroom a huge nail salon getting my arm tattooed... Jonathan and Danny were in the salon waiting for me... Danny was getting his nails done.  Someone arrived and reclaimed the top panel of a latex hood I had... and I thought.. maybe Hans can help me fix this... the focus was strong on the seams of the hood.

When I emerged my arm was 80% covered in random tattoos and some of them I had did myself - and was worried that I messed up as I was falling asleep on the final one.  Mom was written in 2 places on my arm.. and it was all random and non-cohesive.. and although I liked it for that moment.. I was already starting to question my choices.

Thowing Plates in GPS Alley Ways

I was with a couple other people walking downtown somewhere... One might have been on a bike... We were trying to find the apt of a friend that was throwing a party... It was an obscure location and we had passed it the first time... The GPS told us we had to turn around...  We had to enter down an alley way between two tall brick buildings... Once arrived the place was packed but we learned the host was sick so didn't stay long.

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There was a handful of relatives staying at my house and there was a theme of them not respecting my things.. You have to understand that "things" don't mean much to me but when others don't handle your things with care it's frustrating... So I was frustrated..  At one point my washer and dryer were moved and one of them was damaged... I got so mad I threw a small plate at the wall and it shattered loudly on impact... This is so unlike me... But for some reason I felt bound/unable to speak... My sister threw a big plate which shattered on the same wall mine did to prove a point of it being completely unnecessary ... I felt alone and helpless.

Pet Rescue / Clumbsy in Seattle

Walking dogs... I had 3 in dream .... Mom was visiting...Normally not off leash I let them this time and 2 turned up missing.... There was a statement made that a neighbor took some dogs in and one had died... I went to this neighbors house and in my mind I thought... 1. I'll be completely devastated if one of my dogs is dead and 2. I will kill these motherfuckers if my dog died in their unnecessary possession.  There were a lot of people that lived in this house.. And they had a lot of animals.... A different neighbor had stopped me outside to tell me one of the older men had mental health issues and lured animals in to keep... I turned the corner inside the house and saw my 2 dogs and called them to follow me out of the house and home.

Later I remember turning the corner of the block during a walk or a mail run and seeing that old man that took my dogs laying half in/half out of the doorway of that house... He was laying in wait for the next pet...

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I was flying to Seattle... It was on one of those planes that had 2 levels... The top had sleeper beds and O2 masks... One lady was trying to talk her husband through purchasing a seat in the upper deck while we were boarded and ready to leave... She was the privileged type... Normal rules don't apply to her... Husband got the ticket but arrived too late... We were taxiing out to the runway while he ran up to the deck wearing one of those beige satin old woman body suits with saggy boobs...  This plane like one in another dream could drive on the freeway ... Somehow I was able to see the captains deck and it resembled the dash in my car and I saw 2 hours had passed it was 9:30p so I knew I'd be there soon... I had and argument with myself mentally about posting my arrival on social media and then wondered why people say: "<city> I am in you".... When my focus moved away from the internal thoughts we were now driving on the freeway in this plane.... I forgot how cold Seattle can be and realized I didn't pack proper.... Andrew was escorting me around town to my destination apartment... As we walked I would run a little and lift my legs and float on the air cushion created by the bag under one arm and a pillow under the other... He said he was going to Waikiki to see a girl... And it was serious so he might move there... Suddenly the sidewalks felt steep...it was harder to walk... Upon arriving to where I was staying I clumsily fell down a cement cluster of stairs after having had dropped my pillow down them.

Ambiance of 11 Secret Accidents

I was driving my little sister home from somewhere... there had been a car accident pulled over on the side of the fast lane... the car in front of us was driving there and pulled over just in front of the accident.. a little ways ahead there was a couch that had fallen out of a truck bed...  that had to have been the culprit.

Stopped at some store in the mall... we were walking now - I had picked up 2 magazines that had to do with music gear... and now I was meeting up with my childhood friend Jennifer.  We pit stop somewhere on our walk home and Mr 11 pulled up in his truck- in this dream he played the role of my dad  - there was an odd ambiance when we interacted - as if this had to be our secret, he wasn't really my dad, but people couldn't know that we had been something else....He asked what we were doing there... I gripped the magazines tighter and said something about just being on our way.

Blood Stained Spongebob

I had a dream I killed my grandmother - I didn't actually dream of the act - it was an after the fact entry.. my Spongebob throw blanket had a big blood stain right in the middle... I hid it in a desk crevice in hopes no one would find it... My middle sister Cath figured it was me and was REALLY angry at me and I kept acting normal while people were outside searching for bodies.

That'll teach me to watch Dexter marathons.

I had another much less morbid dream but I'm not able to recall it at this time... it has slipped my memory.

Choppy Sleep/Choppy Recall

Somehow, someone was taking pictures remotely from my phone - and then sending them to me  - there were random snapshots from around my childhood house... like they were learning every room.  I did not feel safe.

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My sisters husband was still alive and he was back in his football gear/shape vs. his frail cancer shape... we were hiking in the mountains on the border of AZ and NV and as we went up one ridge I saw 2 sets of feet being dragged into a cavern... I crouched down to look and it was a huge wolf pulling 2 unfortunate hikers into her den.

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I was with a small group of survivors in a facility and we had decided to leave... and I thought to myself it was a mistake to leave... but I reluctantly went with them...  I remember being on a huge grassy hill just up the way from where we had been staying and thinking to myself... it would be so much easier if I could fly like I am able to do in my dreams... and I recalled my flying dreams in this dream.  Eventually we ended up back where we started and even more locked down than before.