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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

I dreamed of my deceased adoptive father that died in 2011. He was sitting on the second row in the church I grew up in along with other family member. I could not see who the other family member were, but somehow I knew they were family. It is also significant about the second row. Another family I know always sits there. Well, my father gets up and goes all the way to the back of the church, then goes outside and urinates in the bushes. I was so embarrassed people were looking and starring and he acted as though he could care less. He seemed angry about something. Then the dream switched. He was in our family home and was acting very drunk, and began acting inappropriate by touching me and I kept pushing him off, he was acting as thought he was about to rape me. I then saw a house across the street where the a new roof was being put on. Then I woke up feeling perplexed and disturbed. IT was as thought my adoptive father who helped raised was taking own the form of Satan.

I had a dream I was hiding in Ryan's( my ex who I have been speaking to recently "friendly and peacefully"; although he knows I want more) house in some kind of shack. It was dark room with a floor made of dirt. It felt kind of like a barn. In it from the ceiling was this big brown jar looking thinking. I couldn't make out what it was. When I peeked from the door an saw his feet dangling off the couch I saw an opportunity to surprise him so I jumped out and before I even jumped on him he looked startled but I ended up jumping on the couch next to him instead. I changed my mind mid flight. I got the sense that he know I was hiding in that weird shack with the honey. surprisingly he wasn't mad (he would have been furious in real life). He said something about hiding in the shack with the honey bees. I didn't see any honey bees but thats when I knew that jar was honey. In another room there was his fathers/mother salon. (His father and mother split up when he was 5 and neither of them own a salon) But before that he said he had to go the bathroom and get ready to change for something. He left the door open and got undressed to show me these blue kiddy underwear he was wearing (as a joke) I saw that as my opportunity to grab his dick. As I was holding on to him about to get all sexual (he seemed unaware that I wanted him sexually) I turned to see a woman sitting in the bathroom/salon. She didn't seemed startled by my inappropriate behavior in front of her but I was so I let go. She was waiting for someone to cut her hair wet already washed hair. So I wen to cut her hair. I cut it really short she really disliked it. But when I finished it was longer again as she tried to fix it in the mirror. It was nicer. His father came down as if he was the one who was about to do this woman's hair to realize I already did it. Thats all I remember.

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