So between everything I did with Sarah last night, talking to Holloway, and watching the rest of Bad Girls season 3, I couldn’t really sleep. I wasn’t sitting there thinking in a verbal way, but everything was just under that level of awareness. Plus, I tend to not sleep well if I’m trying to go to bed for the first time at 4:30 in the morning. I think it’s an energy mismatch or something. But, I do remember some dream snippets, at least the last ones I had this morning.
I’ll start with the last one I had. I was in a garage, or shop, talking to a woman who was working on a vehicle in the air. She had a British accent of some type (too much bad girls). I’m not sure what we were talking about, but then I said something about Falcon. Then she said, “I’ll see your falcon, and raise you (20,000 pounds of) greyhound.” (not sure if she said the pounds part, or if I added that later) Then she pushes on what she’s working on, rocking it a few times until it falls, showing itself to be a bus. The thing is, it fell right on her! So I’m standing there, shocked. Then I’m walking outside to my car, still in shock. I’m walking with someone who looks a lot like the woman I was just talking to, but perhaps a blond rather than brunette. But then it changes to Carrie, without a visual saying “Come on, we need to meet with Arista.” I don’t want to meet with Arista though, I’m in shock from what I just saw. We get to the car and I take out my keys to open it. I keep grabbing the wrong keys though. One of them causes Carrie to mention that it’s not the key to Arista anymore. And she finds a key that works in the door, and that’s pretty much it.
I’ll have to talk to her when she wakes up to see if her dreams bled into mine about Arista.
Before that dream, I was outside a store in a strip mall type area. To the right, across the parking lot is the Marine Corps office. At first it was just like it is by Joy East on Riverside, then it shifted. There was a small table, and a few people talking outside this store. I eventually walk up when the guy is gone. I’m wearing my Marines hat, so the quite cute blond asks what platoon I was in. I think I double checked that she had asked what platoon I was in, and then I told her. I think I asked her, because there’s the possibility we knew someone in the other’s platoon or command structure. Then I notice she has a lot of stripes. I mean, a lot, in complete disproportion to her age, but that didn’t register. I was thinking of her as a Staff Sergeant, though with the stripes on her uniform (that was a bit of an odd uniform too) she would have been a Master Sergeant or so. We eventually move on from that. At some point we’re lying down, and I’m just sort of curled up with her, my hand on her chest in a non-sexual way. And for a good part of the dream we’re just relaxing.
Eventually things shift again, and now I’m at a table with some guys. There are a few tables setup, like the tabling events at school. It starts to mist, at least I can see mist, but I can’t feel it. Then, magically I can hear and see a weather report that mentions bad weather coming our way, so we decide to hurry up and start getting out of there. I think that’s when it shifts to the garage dream.
This is the most concrete set of dreams I’ve had in a while. Lately my dreams have been very elusive. I’ll remember bits, but they’re like catching smoke. I don’t really have much to write down. But, there are more energy shifts occurring, so maybe that’s what is happening now. My energy has been low lately, causing me to sleep a lot. Now I feel like it’s really high, and that sucks for sleeping. But, if it means better dreams I guess I can take that tradeoff. I think the only thing to do is just continue on and see what happens in the coming week or two.
