Now I’m visiting my friend, Rich. But there seems to be a gaggle of his family there and we keep getting interrupted by them. No greens, no blogging. I’m trying to make a copy of a data CD for him, but a some point I dropped it and it became irreparably scratched. I had to travel all the way back home again to get a back-up copy.

This was a dinosaur dream. It was like being in a cheap version of Jurassic Park. I didn’t wake up frightened or anything, so it was more of a story dream. Things I can remember involve running with a companion through chain-link pens, trying to outmaneuver some large therapod. Some people were eaten, and I remember commenting on it like it was a scene in a movie: “Ugh, I hate this part.”

At some point I was riding a giraffe in order to get above the smaller carnivores.

A couple of segments in last nights soma-wanderings…

My wife actually triggered the memory of a small portion. I’m sweeping up a small room. Out of the sweepings crawls what looks like a large red tick. Its about the size of a quarter, and flat, as if it is unfed. Suddenly it pops out wings like a beetle, and flies back into the sweeping debris.

In another segment, I’m in an apartment-like structure. The multi-story buildings are put together like mismatched children’s blocks. There are winding walkways throughout, and people are walking everywhere. The people all seem to be women in bikinis. I’m in a kind of cart. I see another cart that is horse-drawn. Mine isn’t. There is an electric pod that drives my cart. A separate unit. I have to keep my feet on it in order to drive anywhere.

Nothing to report from last night. The first thought upon awakening was to ask myself if I dreamt anything. I’ll try to force one for tomorrow.

Not much to say. I know I was dreaming, but I can’t remember anything about them. Who knows, maybe something will happen to trigger the memory.

As with most of my dreams, I can’t remember how they got started, but from some point within them. In this particular dream, I’m not really me, but some other person. Its like I’m dreaming from a story that is going on in my head. All the pertinent characters in the dream I don’t know or recognize.

I seem to be in some kind of military academy. There are people in uniforms I don’t recognize, marching in ranks within a courtyard that is surrounded on all sides by a two story building forming a rectangle. I don’t feel any fear. I’m standing somewhat in the center of the courtyard. I see a (high ranking?) person rising up out of the ground. I look down at the ground around me and I can see that there are other people in the ground. Only their noses are showing through the sparse grass.

I join a group of people that are being led in what looks like a karate class. We are performing moves and actions. A young woman taps me on the shoulder from behind, and beckons me to follow her. I follow her towards the building on one side of the courtyard. We go through a door, down a hallway, and exit on the other side of the building, outside of the courtyard. I turn and look at the building and see an old, wooden staircase leading up to the second floor.

For some reason, I seem to recognize this staircase. The woman tells me I must go on alone. As I bolt up the stairs, a feeling of longing rushes over me. Very emotional. At the top of the stairs is a hallway, and a door. I go through the door and I’m overwhelmed by old memories (not mine, but what this character seems to remember). This is my old third grade classroom. I look around, wondering what became of my third grade teacher. From the corner of my eye, I see an old woman walking towards me. As I turn to her, tears flood my eyes. It is my old teacher. She’s still alive. We hug each other…

Then I wake up.

A very emotional dream. Kind of disturbing, but not in a bad way.