Turquoise Dreams

Wednesday, 9/18/13

Last night, bed 11:30 - 9:15

DR 1
I'm in NY. Staying at a hotel. I'm walking the quiet streets with older houses in residential area. Looks like it's starting to snow. I walk into the alley, or some passageway between buildings. There is a door to something I think may be a church. But it doesn't look like it. In front of it is a small fountain like structure. not much water, only some smooth rocks on the bottom. I see some coins there and more I look more coins I see. I figure people leave it there in hopes of having their wishes fulfilled by gods.

Now I'm inside of a room, that could be a restaurant. People are feeding their dogs, by throwing them balls of ground meat. So I start throwing some dogs that are in the middle of the room some raw ground beef. When they don't eat it, I go and pick it up and I realize, some people were giving them cooked meat.

I see some dogs on the street when I open the glass door and I think about feeding them too.

DR 2
I'm on my balcony, in house I grew up. I'm backing away from the door, because 3 people invaded my house. One of them, he looks like actor from movie I watched yesterday (and I even acknowledget it while in a dream) just walked out to the balcony and is approaching me. I started screaming from top of my lungs. I trully felt like I'm screaming very loud. (no idea, how I didn't wake up neighbors, thank god, I was not saying it out loud IWL).

I see a guy in house opposite to ours, on the corner. I scream "call 911", then when realize im not in US "call 155". "help". But he is playing some instrument, a guitar. He can't hear me. There is a thin black lady working in my auntie's garden. I yell at her. I know she sould hear me, but she doesn't. A young black boy is in another neighbors yard. I yell at him, knowing he is gonna hear me. But he doesn't.

The guy on the balcony is coming closer, with sinister smile on his face, scissors in his hand. Now I'm fighiting him, but I don't remember the fight. The fight is over, I have won. I'm tired and hurt, but I feel at peace and happy.

DR 3
I'm in a large house. There are a few walk in closets. Full of things. Clothes hanging neatly on hangers, other things. But mostly clothes. Someone is throwing some folded up pullovers to the top of the 2 story high closet, but it falls out the other door. My job is to organize it all. later in the day, someone comes back and I realize I got preocupied with other chores and didn't organize the closets. I know it's gonna be a monumental job.