Saqurtuliq

There was a series of dreams from this morning so here we go:

I was down in California talking to my tattoo artist (He's done 3 of the 4 that I have) and I was telling him I want my cello tattooed on my right arm from mid forearm to mid bicep with the night sky all around it. In the dream it was then I almost noticed I was dreaming because my next tattoo I am planning is on my left forearm not my right and definitely not that particular tattoo either haha. He then told me that we should reschedule to sometime in January and do it on one of my layovers through Seattle, since he and his wife and kid are moving there soon. During this part of the dream a couple dates popped up in my head floating over a map of Washington something like: January 23, 2034 or another like it. It was then again I was became slightly aware that I was dreaming again since that date is no where near correct. He told me that he was moving to a city that started with a D and a couple variants that are on the same highway as it.

The dream cut to where we met up in the said city. A friend picked us up in a car, she was some how tied in with our church. We were driving in a yellow beater of some kind, faded, similar to a VW Bug. We were driving towards a restaurant down a hill very much a like a house here in my village, and she jumped out of the vehicle and pulled on the back as it was going because she didn't have any breaks, and may have hurt her self a little because I told her she didn't have to do it all by herself. We go in side, I sit at a table by myself while my tattoo artist sits at a booth next to me and has the baby on the table. Our friend also joins him so I don't see why not we all sit at one table. They go and collect their food and I was slightly surprised that he left the baby with me. I take a bite of a really good burger.

We leave after some chit chat and eating and start driving a long a forest road, it was a really tight road, the kind that won't allow side by side traffic. Some how the dream switches to where I am at a river with two other people, maybe some cousins, and we are trying to get across it. The river is maybe 20ft across and is actually a greater tributary from a river that is flowing perpendicular to it. It is deep, maybe 15 or so feet and running swift and very cold. We jump in only in our underwear to try cross and we make it half way down and and over but don't quite make it across. We end up on the shore like nothing happened as it is with dreams, I was aware I was dreaming again here. I tell them to go diagonally with the flow and not directly against it - thinking in my head that it is similar to a tide rip and some how that will help. We make it across and I remember walking around and seen a field with maybe a bear of some kind in it.

The dream switches to where I am on a beach with my brother and two cousins, one guy and one gal. It is a lot like a really tall spit made of big rocks and a bit of a slough/bay. We are in our underwear and it is warm out. We hike around, there are some boats that are broken down. I recall getting up on one to see some bears across on a sand bar. I get into one of the boat things, I think use the bathroom and take a shower. It was a oblong white modernesque room with a circular window. I remember seeing the guy cousin through it. I some how ended up on the other side of the rock wall and it had turned into a part of the local store and I seen a brown bear through the window and wanted to warn the rest of my family. I was a little freaked out in the dream because I knew that brown bears are dangerous and at the same time we don't have brown bears in our area.

After that I end up way up in a balcony area and I see part of a ship and my vision scans the length of it and it curved around me and my dream self was telling me that it was John's ship, an older man here, and it was massive like a cruise ship. I end up in a corner area with some people and we chat and eat some finger food.

The dream shifts again to where I am in high school again. The room is segregated in an odd way to with a small wooden wall and I have to move my neck in an odd way to see around it and focus on the teacher. There is a small fight of some kind and I end up on the other side. Class is let out and I wander the halls looking for my English class, I see Mr. Druce, my old high school English teacher my senior year, and I follow him because he will lead me to our next class. The building is on a massive scale like a mall. He gets on a escalator I follow and he goes onto another to a balcony area that ends up being our class. We are sitting in rows much like pews but they are cushioned more and remind me of seats that are in a van. The floor is a very glossy and hard like a marble. He is teaching the class and picks on a few students. I am in a section that he dislikes for an unknown reason.

The next dream I last remember is I was in my old house that I grew up at in my parents room and talking about the cell phone tower that is being built here and I keep hearing an annoying sound, I turn it off, and get back to to the conversation. It comes in again I turn it off, but it isn't working. Which I then wake up because it is my alarm.