Understand My Dreams

Dreams spur

Once upon a time, I lived in a warehouse (think Warehouse 13). One dreary evening I realized I was being romantically pursued by an ex boyfriend his girlfriend . I spurned their advances and hid myself away in a small pub with a male coworker of mine. Over the course of the night, I found myself getting ill, but refused to leave. We ended up embroiled in a very intense discussion about unbreakable plates and bowls with the bartender. She was a very stout woman eating sauerkraut and pita bread. Eventually, I bid them farewell and went home to my warehouse where I proceeded to put telephones down my pants. It was as I was placing a particularly lovely princess style rotary in my pant leg that I realized the moral of this little tale: After being woken by a phone call, perhaps you shouldn't force yourself back into sleep if it's not immediately forthcoming

I can't remember a whole lot of this dream but I woke feeling really stressed. I was in a building with some of my work colleagues and someone was going to take us to a place that we didn't want to go to by train. So we each received an email listing the part each of us was going to play to fool this terroriser so that we wouldn't have to go. Everyone had begun their part of the plan and I hadn't even finished reading the email to know my part. All I knew was that I had to go outside to the garden to start or fix something. When I went into the garden I left the building via my family house rear door and went into a version of my family home's back garden. There was a lot of construction work happening. There was a crane holding two men really high up who were working on something. There was a hole in the ground by the crane with a steel platform over the top of it, that was raised from the hole meaning you could slide in to the hole with ease. It was only a shallow rectangular hole that you could have stand in. As I walked towards the crane tosh out the men I noticed that they couldn't hear me and saw some one or two objects falling towards me that they had dropped. I think it was only a screw driver or small building object. I ran into the hole in time to hear then clank off the steel above me. Just as I thought I was okay there was a machine in the hole that squirted two hot spurts of chemical into my face. I felt drowsy and shouted for help two or three times. By the third shout I started to feel strong again and heaved myself from the hole quite angry at the men above and fearless compared to how I felt before. However I was still rushing around the garden trying to find something that would help with the plan and then I woke up....

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