Dreams - radioactive ammo/explaining dreams to boy

I’m trying to do as suggested, and keep a notebook by my bed so I can write down what I remember of dreams when I wake up.  This morning I should have just gotten up and typed since I wrote so much, but that’s ok.  It definitely helped the other night when I would have normally rolled over and forgotten everything.  Since this will be long and of interest basically to me, I’ll cut it.  You can read if you want.

Last night (26-27 Jan)

I’m on a bus with a bunch of other people, though it’s not completely full.  I’m sitting next to Kristin Potratz, a girl I went to grade school with.  The bus isn’t just people I went to grade school with, but there were quite a few from that time.  We’re getting cinnamon rolls passed around, with frosting to put on ourselves.  I notice that by the time the frosting gets to us there’s hardly any left, and I have to mention to people, in general, that other people would like some frosting, so to be considerate.  Then I notice that the last people didn’t get any rolls.  So I say, you know you’re only supposed to take one at a time, otherwise there isn’t enough for everyone.  I look back and I see that Bekah took more than one (based on her expression) and someone else.  So then they send the next box, and again, there aren’t enough.  And then there’s the third box.  I don’t get any out of that box either.  At this point I’m just pissed off at the stupidity of it all.  Plus I’m hungry!  So I actually stand up.  At first I’m mad, but then explain that I’m not wanting to yell at everyone.  But this is quite stupid, and people should be considerate.  I also mention that it’s not very good to have to feed the homeless while being hungry too.  I did this in a way that didn’t make them more upset or defensive, but I didn’t get any other food either!  I go up to the front of the bus, and Mr.  Potratz says, “that was very brave of you to do.”  I didn’t care though.  I told him I just wanted them to understand.  But even after all this, I didn’t get more food!  lol  Perhaps I shouldn’t go to bed hungry?

Then there is a location shift.  We’re in a big relatively open building, where we put our stuff down.  After hanging out a bit, we start having to choose partners.  I’m not really sure about this part.  It appears to be done by putting pictures up on the wall, not of the people, but of art.  Eventually they put the real persons name below it.  It’s primarily hetero-pairs.  I realize that I’m not in the mix, though that might be the way it works.  I see that my friend Danielle’s picture is up there, so I tell Carrie that I should pick her to ‘rescue’ her from the other people.  Oh wierd, Carrie just turned on the song Red Light (Ellis) and it reminded me that she was talking about one of the pictures being about the song Red Light.  anyway…so I go up to Danielle, who’s standing by her picture, which is a really beautiful painting of a house or something.  I don’t remember if she said that some guy was creeping her out first, or if I said I was here to rescue her first.  She did say she was fine, but she seemed cool with it.  Also, throughout this there was wierd stuff, talk of marriage, perhaps that there were bigger implications to this than I understood.  I don’t really know.  So we sat down where we were.

another shift, and we’re outside, just Danielle and I, sitting on a bench.  I hear or see the image of a fighter jet, which will always make me pay attention.  I watch it for a minute when it does a big loop and then hits a building.  Imagine a paper airplane that you got to just do a loop hitting a wall.  Just the nose dents a bit and it falls.  That’s what this was like!  Very little sound.  I pick up some things, salvaging ammunition.  Apparently this isn’t a good thing to do, so we take off running.  Some people shoot at us, but like in a movie we’re much better shots.  Eventually we make it to the building.  Remembering all my falling plane dreams of high school I go to my bag to try to find my dream book.  That’s a bit odd, considering I wasn’t asleep in the dream itself.  Since I can’t find it, I want to make our way to the bathroom to look at what I picked up.

When we’re almost to the bathroom I see a soldier.  She’s talking to a guy who’s manning a small store.  As I turn around to go back, I hear her say she’d recognize the person by the back of their head.  I turn around quickly so she can’t see me from the back, and I believe Danielle keeps moving backwards to our staging area.  Since the guy is in a costume (red and white, with red and white face makeup on) I talk to him first.  We talk about dressing up and stuff, and she’s quite cordial and talks with us.  She doesn’t seem to recognize me.  After a minute I can move to the bathroom, where I choose a stall and wait for Danielle.  I spend the time deciding how to make this look inconspicuous.  There’s a larger area of stalls and a shower to my left, which I debate about for a bit.  I tell another person, I think it was Kaylene Kloehn to tell Danielle to come in here.

When she comes in the bathroom, I bring her in the larger stalled area.  The sink is clogged with toilet paper, though the water looks clean.  She puts her hands in it a bit, and I’m confused.  I think I tell her not to do that, thinking that it probably isn’t very sanitary.  She says something about washing up, with this wierd connotation, like she thinks I called her in there to make out or something.  Perhaps this is another thing I didn’t understand about the earlier pairing up?  I brush it off, saying “no, I want to show you these”, basically focusing entirely on the business at hand.  So we start going through the ammo.  It’s quite different from things I’ve seen before.  There are three sizes, all holding smaller, thin projectiles inside.  The smallest had 5 or 6 of them inside.  The largest had quite a few more.  We were soon interrupted by other people.  I think we just shoved things in our pockets at that point.  During this time of people coming and going, I saw my mom at the other end of the bathroom, though it doesn’t seem like she saw me.  I didn’t talk to her, and it was quite odd.  Like she was looking for me, or checking up.  (maybe she was…)  Eventually we leave.

There’s talk of being able to find the ammo and such because it’s radioactive.  I think the bartender gave me gloves, which I didn’t think I’d need.  Kaylene (I think) mentions finger prints, but I still didn’t really use the gloves.  I was thinking, if it’s radioactive these gloves won’t do squat.  I also remember overhearing that all of us should have some relatively even amount of radioactivity, though it should be diffuse.  But I realized I would be ‘hot’ in my hands and stuff, so I needed to avoid being tested for a while.
The last wierd thing was in the bathroom.  We switched to a different, also large, stall type area.  I think I was starting to understand the point of these pairings, though I still don’t understand them.  So I think maybe I should just kiss Danielle.  Maybe she’d feel bad if I didn’t, like I was rejecting her?  I don’t know…but this was during the inbetween times of the alarm, so things were shifting a lot.  She disappeared before anything like that happened.

So, I need to look up what falling planes mean again.  It’s been happening in my dreams lately, and I don’t honestly know why.

Two Nights Ago 

I don’t remember nearly as much of this one.  I know we were playing a game, where one person is in a pool, and you try to throw soft cloth frisbee type disks on the person while walking around the pool.  I didn’t do the greatest.  lol  After I’m talking to some people, and I think Teresa Scrivens (sp?)  is there.  I think I mention that I know her dad, and say how he’s this huge black guy, and was a wrestler and stuff.  They don’t believe me, but then he is there and I talk to him for a minute.  We go into the house.  There’s a younger black girl, perhaps 6 or 7, and I say hi.  She does something totally wierd, and sorta leans back, gives two thumbs up and says ‘hey’.  I just crack up!  At first in the dream I was wondering if it was supposed to be Carrie’s niece, but I really don’t think so.  There’s also a younger white boy, with that standard bowl cut on his blond hair.  He’s maybe 4.  I walk into the house and there’s this big tub that’s more like an empty water bed.  Something about a foot deep, and a few feet wide and long.  There are random toys and such in it, which I start taking out.  The little boy helps a little.

I think this is the key part though.  He says he’s been dreaming about water, and seems a bit distressed about it.  I tell him that it’s ok, we don’t control our dreams.  It doesn’t do any good to be upset over things we can’t control.  Sometimes our minds just need to stay a little more awake and work out things while we sleep.  I wish I could remember exactly what I said, as it was quite insightful!  He seemed to feel better about this afterwards.  So it was quite interesting and odd.

I think that’s all I remember right now.  The reason I’m trying to write more is to help my mind remember these ’shadow’ type memories.  It will make astral projection easier to remember once I really start digging into Robert Bruce’s book.  I’ll also update this if I find my dream book and figure out something with the planes.