Some public Dreams I've had recently
Derek Phone
I was on the phone, talking with Derek, about something. He is explaining something in detail and I am listening intently, but then the connection is cut or it fades out. And then I hear the noise of metal on metal, and turn around. I see several large containers being stacked behind me to be taken out to the recycling.
I dunno what this means. Haven't talked to Derek in ages, but maybe that is part of the meaning? Some sort of renewed contact? And a reminder to recycle?
Bus Trip
I'm on a bus on a trip to somewhere, sitting near the back.
There is some car with a bunch of cute girls right behind us. They are having some problems with their vehicle, and we motion for them to connect the front of their vehicle with the back of the bus. This, for some reason, would help repair it.
I look back at them and they all are pretty cute, but prolly a lot younger. I pass a paper around, telling them to put their names and numbers there. With a wink I say it will get their car back in operation faster.
We eventually get to the place, which is some huge campground. Apparently I'm going to camp or some celebration.
I get off the bus and look around, seems to be a pretty nice day and place. The campground is more of like a themepark crossed with a camping area. Strange. I try to make my way back to the bus, but I can't find it. I musta taken a wrong turn somewhere, and am wandeirng for like 10 minutes, a little afraid as the place is so big
I wander by some grassy area (picnic type) and see a band set up and ready to play. They look pretty metal, and I hear a riff. It is "
Stand up and Shout" by Dio. SWEET! I give the guitar player the
horns as I walk by, in in a grimmace and nodding in approval. He shouts " you like that dude? Some Old school DIO for ya!" I shout back "Yeah man, I know!"
I keep on walking, to what seems to be a kind of sandy or desert looking area. There are some huge steps I need to climb up (like for giants). I start climbing and then at the top look out at a great view, surveying the landscape. I, for some reason, see a Tusken Raider. They do thier yell and over the head shaking of the gaffi stick, but don't attack me
I really don't know. I think I need a vacation. Something about getting lost prolly has some sort of meaning.
TV and Guns
I was at Grandma's house. We are all watching TV, sitting down (an uncommon occurrence at Grandma's since I was about 8). I have a Glock looking handgun, that is loaded, but not cocked. I'm playing with it under the blanket (WTF?) and I pull back the slide and chamber a round. I pull back the slide again to release the round, and it disassembles, quietly. I somehow am able to place all of the pieces in a box without anyone else noticing and go out of the room.
My mum notices the box and goes ballistic, ("Guns hurt ppl " etc. etc.) and then I hear my Dad (also not common at Grandma's) argue with her ("its a tool like any other" etc.) and he's in support.
I sit outside, listening and slowly put on my shoes.
Some sort of safety thing I imagine