My first dream started in my parent’s yard by the back door, I was looking at a magazine and maybe a laptop.
The magazine had three pictures of three women, and it only showed them from the neck down to the stomach; and I think the pictures were computer graphic images for a game.
I seemed to be trying to decide which one looked the best, and I would stop to watch two different Pauline Croze music videos while I was still trying to decide; the two music videos were fictional, and one had Ms. Croze wearing an orange sweater with a big collar & she had a guitar.
As I was doing that my, cousin ME came out of the house next door, and he stood on the porch holding a baby.
He said hello and I waved & said hello as well, and I think the baby was his new kid.
My mom walked by me and said that ME was on the porch, and I told her that I already knew that; and then she went into the house.
The weather looked like it might rain outside so ME & his baby went inside, and after that I was no longer in the dream; but I could see things like a camera person.
He told the woman to close the door and so she did, and since the door was old & almost broken, she held the door knob (door handle) just in case.
As she was holding it someone started to grab the door knob from the other side, and they were stronger than her; so they pulled the door open.
It was a middle-aged man wearing some old military outfit, and he seemed confused and he was in a mild state of shock.
He grabbed the woman and started talking a bit crazy, and she knew the man; it was her long-lost dad.
I think a spaceship abducted him years ago, and it had just brought him back.
Another man ran up, who was the woman’s husband, and he pulled her dad off of her.
He seemed angry, like he did not like her dad, and the husband & the father looked at each other with looks like they were both in a competition against each other over who would spend the most time with her.
Then I woke up.
I had several other short dreams, but I can not remember them well; but I do know that several of them had family members in them mentioning my grandfather’s birthday.
I would see a family member and they would ask me if I was going to the party or something like that.
In at least two of the dreams I was taking a bath outside on a porch near the C Bank downtown in D, for some strange and unknown reason.
I was completely naked with soap and water standing on the porch, and with a water hose to wash myself off with. (Now that is odd!)
They were celebrating the start of their mafia, and they were waiting for a few of their friends to arrive.
They heard an automobile drive by, so they thought it was their friends, and so they walked up the stairs to the road.
What they saw were their four friends, but they were lying dead in the road.
My guess was that the six of them were the leaders of the mafia, and now all the leaders except for them two were now dead.
They called for backup and a group of men and woman appeared, except these people were members and/or friends of the mafia that came for the party; so they had no idea of what had happened.
The two mafia leaders decided to try to keep the party going until backup arrived to deal with the situation, and so the two men told everyone to enjoy themselves.
A group of men were standing around talking and then some unknown woman who smelled like perfume and was wearing a pink dress I think, walked by slowly.
As she walked by, all the men close enough to smell her, started to walk toward her like they were under a spell / trance.
A few women that were at the party ran over and kept trying to keep them from walking too close to the woman, but the woman with the pink dress kept walking like she did not notice anyone; and she did not say anything.
I could smell the perfume, so I think I was in the dream, even though no one had said anything to me yet.
The smell did seem to affect me too, and I found myself feeling like I was under a spell/trance too; but the smell did not seem to have any affect on the women at the party.
The women at the party managed to hold the men back, until the woman with the pink dress walked off.
Then all the men went back went back to normal, and the women at the party started to talk to them.
There was a group of women that looked like models with long hair, and they were wearing some strange old and new style clothing that was like pajamas mixed with one piece bathing suits or something.
They looked very attractive and I was thinking about going to talk to one of them, but as I was walking over there to talk to them, I woke up.
I had this dream about two nights ago, and I only remember a few parts of it.
All I remember is a cafeteria-like place, and I remember something about tennis before and/or after this took place.
I remember seeing a former female classmate of mine who I used to like back in high school named CW, and I think we both paused and then we both said hello to each other.
My former classmate CW looked better than ever, and I seemed confident & pretty relaxed; but she was cautious like she was waiting for me to start the conversation, so that she could decide what she should say next.
I remember thinking about one or two other women during our conversation, and I think we may have even talked about the other woman or women; I remember blond hair, so one of the women must have had blond hair.
Maybe the woman with the blond hair was a tennis player that I met earlier in the dream, and the other woman I am not sure about or even if there was another woman.
I think we talked a bit about the past, and we may have talked about various what-if situations.
I think we may have both thought to ourselves about the possibility of trying to get to know each other better, but I think I wanted to keep everything in the past; but I thought it would be nice, but I was worried about the chance of being rejected again.
That must have been when the other woman or women came up, as they or she were probably on my mind from earlier in the dream, and I thought that leaving CW in the past was better & less risky; but it would have been nice, but if she did not like me more than a friend back then, why would she now?
I can not remember much else except maybe a few interesting feelings.
It was a surprise to see her and it was odd, but it felt good to see her again and to talk with her; to possibly close and/or re-open the past for good/once and for all.
She seemed more stable and balanced, and there was something else about her that I can not quite explain.
I wish I could remember more, especially who the other woman or women were, and was the blond-haired woman RB or someone else that was related to tennis?
Was Pauline Croze the other women or MW or some unknown woman from earlier in the dream?
That is all I remember of that dream.
Something Is Going On
This dream was odd and took place last night, and I think I was riding in a car with some people.
They were driving behind the B family to a Mormon church I believe, which I did not want to go to, but I was not driving.
We followed them to the church parking lot, but I think the church was not open yet and no one else was there yet.
Next I remember walking up the road, I forgot to mention that the church was in a fictional part of town by the Eastside Dairy Queen (DQ) in the city of D.
On the road as I walked, I noticed fire in the water drains on the side of the road, and the others saw it too; and so we started to run up the road, fearing a gas explosion.
The road was the street that leads to the D High School, and other people were running too.
It seemed that a gas leak or something was happening under the neighborhood, and it was going to explode at any moment.
We ran to the field by the high school hoping to get to a safer place, we stopped to think up a plan, and I think the firefighters were on their way.
Next I remember driving from Fort P, and a car in front of me got pulled over by the police.
As I was about to pass them, the police officer told me to stop too, and it seemed that he was checking for drunk drivers.
The car behind me tried to pass also, but the police officer stopped them too, and another officer came to block off the road with his car.
Then me and the other drivers got out of our automobiles to see what was going on, and then I noticed more police officers coming and some military police were coming as well.
I walked up the road to a building, and I saw FBI & other law enforcement officers from different branches coming together near this building to talk about something.
A man who looked like a tougher, younger, and bigger version of Chuck Norris walked by me and stood next to a wall.
He had a cowboy hat that was lowered so that you could not see his eyes, and he walked like he was powerful or something.
I felt that he was powerful, but nothing like that dream I had as a kid with the Christian Devil or whatever he was in it, no dream character yet has felt as powerful as who ever that man was in that dream; that was scary.
Anyway, some woman in a suit was talking to two sheriffs about something, but I woke up.
Last night I remember most of my last dream, except the beginning.
Also I must mention that before I went to sleep, I watched some of the movie The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian, so the dream had a plot like that; but it was in modern times & it was more realistic.
If I remember correctly, it started at some large room with a lot of people in it, and it seemed like a big room at a college used for gatherings like: speeches, dances, dinners, meetings, etc.
The room had a wooden dance floor, some tables, chairs, and probably some food & drinks.
People were standing around talking, and there may/might have been some music.
I was talking with my brother CC, my friend DH, and several unknown people.
Now here is my guess on how the dream started: I think one of the people we were talking to was a prince and some of his friends came and told him that his uncle’s wife had just had a baby boy, and so now his uncle was sending the police & FBI to arrest & kill him for a false crime/a crime that he did not commit.
They said that he had to leave now so CC, DH, and I joined them & we ran to an automobile outside of the building, and we drove off.
As we were leaving, the police arrived and they started to surround the building, and they did not see us leaving; and so we escaped.
If the FBI had arrived there with them, then we probably would not have escaped, but fortunately the FBI arrived late.
Once the FBI did get there and when they did not find the prince, they told the police to not let anyone leave the city, and they told them to patrol all the roads.
We knew that we could not drive longer without getting caught, and so we parked the automobile somewhere; and we decided to sneak through the alleyways of various buildings.
It appeared that we were in a fictional version of LC, somewhere near the downtown area.
We tried to avoid being seen unless there were a lot of people walking, then we could hide among them while walking, and we doubted that the police would expect us to be walking.
There were police driving around the city watching the roads, we saw a few pass by us, but they did not notice us since they were too busy looking for our automobile.
As we were walking down the sidewalk we noticed a little building with windows with metal bars with no glass, and a metal door with bars instead of being solid.
It seemed almost like a covered outdoor café area or something, except that there was a group of woman who appeared to be students at a private college, and they were having a class or a meeting there.
So we stopped to talk to them, so that the police would be less likely to notice us.
The group of woman all wore uniforms like at a private Catholic college or something and they were all tall, thin, had medium length hair, and they looked like volleyball players or models.
The inside of this outdoor/indoor building was strange, and it was like a dorm room/outdoor café dinning area/classroom.
There was a few café dining tables that could be used for eating or as desks and there were a chalk board, beds, and storage closets.
But the windows and doors were just bars, so anyone could see inside, and the wind could blow right through; but it had a roof to keep out the rain.
Anyway we all talked and we told them about our situation, and so they decided to help us and let us stay there for the night.
I felt safe and I had the feeling that the police would not stop here during the night, they really would not expect us to be staying at an outdoor/indoor building connected to the sidewalk right next to the road, and especially a building with windows & a door that you could see and hear everything through.
The women only had enough beds for themselves, so the rest of us slept on the floor.
The next day we woke up and we thanked the women for helping us, but we felt that we had to keep moving because the police may come looking for us; and so we left and we continued to walk on the sidewalk.
Right up the road there was a bar/restaurant/apartment building, and so we stopped there to hide.
The building had different floors and each floor seem to be separated by class; the bottom floor seemed to be for lower class people, the middle floor for middle class, and the upper floor and apartments seemed to be for upper class people.
We stopped at the bottom floor to eat and drink something, but before we ordered, some of the women that had helped us came into the building; and so we stopped to talk to them.
I was more worried about what we should do next, so I started to talk to someone in our group about what we should do next, but as I was talking, a girl who looked to be about 14 years old said something to me; but I am not sure what she said, but I do know that she wanted me to follow her.
She said that she heard me talking, and that she might be able to help us; and as I followed her, she told me a few things, but I can not remember what she said.
I do know that she acted like she was older than me and she seemed completely calm and in control like she was a CIA agent or something.
We were walking up the stairs as she explained things to me, she said that her dad was a business person from Japan, and she said that he owned an apartment in this building.
We walked up to the upper class area where people were dining and drinking wearing suits and dresses, and we stopped at a table with two women that appeared to be about my age or older.
I think they were her sisters, they said hello to me but they did not seem interested in talking to me and they seemed bored, and so they continued to talk with each other.
There was a small shot glass with some orange looking drink in it on the table where I was sitting, and the girl told me that was a special alcoholic drink that is drunk on holidays; and she said that it tasted like broccoli.
She told me to try it so I did and it tasted like fruit juice with no alcohol, and after I finished drinking it a waiter took the shot glass; and he gave me a red drink, and that one tasted like broccoli.
After finishing the second drink, the girl said that the drinks were pretty expensive (maybe $40 a shot) but her sisters would pay, and I asked her if she would at least let me pay for some of it; and so I put in $20.
Her sisters did not have any cash, and so I think they used checks or their debt cards.
The girl then told me that if my friends and I needed a place to hide, that we could stay at her dad’s apartment on the 4th floor, and so I told her thanks and that I would talk to my friends about it.
I walked back to the 1st floor to tell my friends about what the girl had said, and as I was walking to their table I noticed a woman walking into the building; it was a messed up looking Pauline Croze.
At this point I think the dream went lucid or the dream had already went lucid once I started talking to that girl, but I am not sure.
Instead of trying to control the dream, I just controlled my own actions and I acted normal.
Ms. Croze sat a table looking sad, like she had cried and her hair was messed up & it looked dry, and she looked mad.
I walked up to her table and I asked her if she was Pauline Croze, and she said yes; and said that she did not know me & she asked me who I was.
I told her my name and she said that she still did not know me, and she looked away & she tried to ignore me.
I sat down at her table and I said that she looked sad & I asked her what was wrong, and to my surprise she responded.
She said that her boyfriend and her had argued or something, maybe he cheated on her, but I am not sure.
I told her that maybe she should write a song about it to help her put her thoughts & feelings on paper, and then she could slowly start dealing with them.
Also I told her that she could play music, and sing the new songs to help her as well.
During this time I knew that the dream was now lucid and that it would probably fade, but I did not try to control the dream other than just being myself and acting normal.
I felt the ability to control the dream and I felt that it could fade away, but I ignored that and I continued to be myself ,so the ability either stayed the rest of the dream or it faded; but I am not sure, and that all I know is that I did not try to control the dream world itself.
Anyway, Ms. Croze told me that she thought that my idea were pointless and that they would not help, but I told her that I believed that they would help her and that it should be easy for her in my opinion.
She then told me that she rather be left alone now, and so I told her to think about my idea; and then I left to talk to my friends about how to escape the police & FBI.
My friends and I discussed our opinions of what the new plan should or should not be.
They wanted to stay with the college women again, but I told them that was not a good idea, because I felt that the police would search that area tonight.
I then told them what the girl had said, but they felt that she could not be trusted & I agreed that it was risky, even though I did trust her. (But we all felt that something was odd about her, and the prince & his friends felt that she may/might work for his uncle somehow)
I then offered a third plan, that we continue to sneak through the alleyways and we would try to get to the lake to swim or find a boat, to get us out of the city/to get out of the city.
I told them that the streets were full of police and that they were trying to trap us in the city, and so our best option would be to leave the city by water or air; but we were closer to the water, which was very close to the downtown area, so that would be easier.
They all agreed, so we left that night but some of us had to use the bathroom, and so we stopped at a public bathroom across the street; but while we were in the bathroom, we heard police sirens, so we hid.
Two police officers opened the door of the bathroom and they looked in, but they did not hear or see us; and so they left.
We then opened the door and we looked out after they left, and the police were searching the building where the college women lived; and they were going to search the bar/restaurant/apartment building next, and so we went into the alleyway.
The police seemed to be blocking the area off to search it, fortunately we did not stay at the girl’s dad’s apartment or with the college women again, and so I guess that we had made the right choice.
I got the feeling that the girl was working with the prince’s uncle, because how else did the police know to go directly to the building that the college women stayed at & the other building and why did the police put so much effort into blocking off that area? (They must have heard that we were in the area)
I think that the girl tried to set us up, so that the FBI could quietly come to her dad’s apartment to kill us without any witnesses, and her family & her would get rewarded by the prince’s uncle.
I had the feeling that the prince’s uncle alerted his friends and many other upper class people to be on the lookout for the prince, and to try to trap him until the FBI could get there; and he probably offered a huge reward.
If this was true, she probably saw the prince and the others talking to the college women, and she guessed that we probably had stayed with them the night before; and when we did not ask to stay at her dad’s apartment that night, she probably called the police & told them that we were probably at the college women’s building. (Fortunately we were not there)
Anyway, we now knew we could not wait until tomorrow to get to the water, and so we decided to try to sneak around the police through the alleyways; and we were going to try to reach the water to escape that night.
As we ran through the alleyways looking for a good escape route, I woke up.
I will start by telling an old dream I had with Pauline Croze in it a few weeks ago.
I was going out of the Walmart building, and near the entrance leaning against a concrete thing/barricade that is used to keep automobiles away, I saw Pauline Croze with an acoustic guitar.
I walked over to her and I said: “Bonjour, vous et Pauline Croze?”, and she said: “Oui.”.
I then told her that I liked her music, in English, and I said a few other things; and then she started to play & sing a song. (I think it was the song La Javanaise by Serge Gainsbourg)
I leaned against one of the concrete things next to her, and I watched & listened as she played her guitar & sung/sang.
I remember looking around to see if anyone else was watching or listening, but people would just glance & keep walking.
It was nice being there and seeing a live musical performance without a big crowd around, and I just smiled and I moved my head to the music; but then I woke up.
My dream last night also had Pauline Croze in it, but I only remember a few parts.
I remember seeing a lot of concrete, like a parking lot or basketball court, and I think that I saw Pauline Croze; and so I went to talk her, but she did not seem to want listen to me & she seemed annoyed.
I remember her walking off and I followed her, and I continued to talk to her anyway.
Next, I remember being in a room that looked like the family room of my grandfather’s house.
My dad, Pauline Croze, three unknown women, and I were there.
My dad said something, but I am not sure what he said.
I just remember talking to Pauline Croze, but I do not think she was interested in talking to or listening to me again.
The Pauline Croze in this dream did not look like the real Pauline Croze exactly, but I knew it was supposed to be her.
I think she had a dismissive attitude (if that is the word) the entire dream.
I remember thinking that she did not really want to hear what I had to say, but I kept talking anyway.
I think she would just walk off when I tried to talk to her, but I would follow and I would keep talking like an annoying fly or mosquito or something. 😀
The three unknown women were across the room talking, and I think she seemed to have no problem talking to them; but she did not want to talk to me.
I only remember unclear pieces of the dream, but that is how I think that she was acting, and I think she walked over to talk to the three women.
I did not follow her this time, and I remember thinking that something was strange about how this Pauline Croze was acting; then I woke up.