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I was running around in a work place, but it wasn't my work in reality. Downstairs, I had my room. I was trying to hide some personal devices that I didn't want found. Some manager was really angry at something, probably pertaining to training. I got the sense that it was Winter, since it was cold and dark, but that might have been the external environment acting upon my dream. I also found some gold coins that were crushed on a bathroom floor. I attempted to flatten them to repair them, but one disintegrated in my hands. There was also a trail of coins that rightfully belonged to the Native Americans. Though the part about work and the part about the coins were separate, it felt like they were a part of the same dream.

I was at the DMV to get my license renewed. I didn't have any extra paperwork with me, but it didn't seem to matter as I didn't get that far in renewing my license. I was being pushed along, though all I wanted to know is where the license renewal station was. At the station, I saw Ricky Gervais, but it was Simon Baker that I interacted with. He did some sort of Mentalist deal along the lines of his character in Mentalist. It was some sort of act with a card. I think it was a gift card for groceries. After he was done, he disappeared, and I was left with a gift card, a gallon of milk, a gallon or orange juice, and other grocery items. My license didn't get renewed because the dream ended.

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I went to talk to my scientist friend and asked him if he could help me. I told him what I needed and he told me that he couldn't help but knew some one who might be able to. This man was into trading all sorts of things. We went together to meet the man and explained what it was that I needed. The man said that he could help and agreed to do a trade. My scientist friend said that he wanted to also make an identical trade, because he could see a lot of potential for this. (I am sorry I am so vague, but the dream never tells what was traded, but I believe that it is something intangible)

The trader man goes on to tell us that we are not his normal clientel. The item that we seek is of little value to the people that he usually trades with, while the item that we are trading it for is highly valued. Then he looks at my scientist friend. "I am going to give you the corporate value for this trade" and he takes out a wad of money and counts out over $700 and hands it to my friend. Then he looks at me, "The situation is different for you, because you want it for personal use." I ask him "So how much is it for Me?" He says "That is something you need to figure out" I tell him that I will take the same deal as he gave my friend. He tells me no, you can not get the corporate rate. I ask him what a fare price would be. He said that I would need to figure that out myself. Then he told me that he would leave me alone for a while so I could have time to figure it out. I started crunching numbers. Then, I thought, if I take a few hundred off the corporate rate, surely he would think that would be a fair price. So I tell him I am ready to negotiate. He sits down across the desk from me and pulls out another wad of money. Before I could say a word, a man walks into the office. There is a very sinister feeling from this man and I shutter. As soon as the man got the trader's attention, he walked out of the office without saying a word. The trade then got up and looked at me. "Excuse me, I have to do a trade with this fellow right now. He then dropped the money in his hand down on the desk in front of me. This shouldn't take very long. He is not the type to keep waiting if you know what I mean" I knew exactly what he meant and was pretty sure that he was an example of the trader's "normal clientele." I sat and waited for his return. It was taking longer than I thought it would. Then I thought, when I came here I was not planning on making money on the deal. Why was it so important now for me to make money? So what if my scientist friend made money on it. He could really use the money for his research. I already got what I came here for. I then got up and walked out of the office. I then thought I hope he doesn't think I am rude for not saying good bye. (Then I woke up. It was 1:00 AM. I rarely have a dream that I remember this early in the morning.)

I only remember several dream fragments later that night that all relate to that first dream.
A couple of the dreams, I was engrossed in calculations.
The next fragment, I was sitting in an auditorium full of people, still busy with my calculations. I was hoping to have these calculations done by now because it was my plan to present this to the Boy Scouts during this assembly. What I had gotten from the trader would be useless until I had been able to convert it all into workable equations. And so far I had only been able to successfully convert one into an equation. There were 27 more to go. This was going to help people who really needed it, if I could ever get the equations worked out.

A group of Boy Scouts came on stage. Other Boy scouts filed down the center isle carrying gifts to present to the Boy Scouts on the Stage. They brought up whatever Boy Scout gear they had, such as a fold up shovel, a mess kit, some rope, ect. The items themselves were unimportrant. Each gift was symbolic of the help they planned to give to the community. It was a wonderful presentation and they got a standing ovation.

I was feeling bad because I had not gotten the calculations done yet to help them with their cause. Then, after the assembly was over, I went up to the stage where the gifts were still laying in a heap on the stage. I picked up a couple of the items there and on the back of each was a note and some money wrapped in twine. My eyes teared up because it was then that I realized that this assembly also represented their faith that I would get the job done. They had been my supporters since I told them what I was trying to do.

In the next dream segment my hard work had finally paid off. After all the calculations were over, I figured out how to convert them into discount coupons for local fast food restaurants. We then tacked them up on a large board in the public bath house. It was a bulletin board that you couldn't miss. The theory was that the people who needed help most would be drawn to one of the coupons. Once they were in possession of the coupon, they would get the help they needed.

I had just finished taking my shower at the bath house and was wrapped in a big, thick robe. I was curious if anyone had taken any of the coupons yet. I was very surprised to see that only one still remained on the board. I was very curious how the coupon worked, but didn't want to take the last one because surely the person who needed it would be coming by soon. I took a closer look at it and touched it with my hand. Suddenly I was transported to a fast food restaurant. Everyone in the restaurant was Native American including those working behind the counter and they were not Seminoles, so I reasoned that I was in another part of the country. I asked the girl standing in line in front of me what state we were in. She turned around and looked me up and down, then looked at me like I was crazy then turned back around without answering me. There were only two people ahead of me in line, so I thought I'd better order something so I don't look even more out of place. I reached for my pocket to see how much money I had on me and realized I was still in my bath robe. I didn't have any money. and the coupon for this place was still hanging on the bath house bulletin board. I spoke to the girl in front of me again. "I really need to know, what state are we in? Is this Oklahoma?" This time the girl didn't even turn around. I looked around me and realized that I was no longer in the fast food restaurant. The wall that had been to my right, was now a counter. On top of it were several pairs of moccasins and some leather boots. I was immediately attracted to a pair of turquoise moccasins. I picked them up and looked at the bottoms. These were not ordinary moccasins. Instead of plain leather bottoms, these had a bunch small black rocks lined up to form the sole. I could tell that the rocks were very hard, maybe obsidian or volcanic rock. I thought back to when I had a pair of moccasins as a kid and how fast the soles wore out. Then I thought to myself, the soles of this pair would never wear out. The man behind the counter asked me if he could help me. I quickly put the moccasins back and told him I was just looking. I knew I couldn't buy them no matter how much I liked them. I had not money on me. The man then looked me in the eye and said "We can work out a deal if you decide you really want them."

I am young than I look now and wearing a grey and red poncho. I am in some sort of museum or cultural center focusing on North American Aborigonal Societies. I am there to participate in a vision quest and arrive late in the afternoon to recieve instruction on what to do. I am told by some Elders that this vision quest is more like a savenger hunt because I have to obtain seven various items from safes that are hidden around the facility. The safes are locked with complex systems that require finding the right item to open them, and not all of the items are plain keys, which are also hidden from plain view.

I see that there are several other young people in the meeting room, some I know in real life and some I know in the dream. They have already completed their vision quests and are just visiting the facility. One of the coditions of the vision quest is that I must find and do everything alone and cannot ask for help from anyone. I go over and say hello to some of the people I know but many of them outright ignore me or are reluctant to talk to me.

Evening comes and many people leave but I want to stay as late as I can and get as much of my vision quest done as I can. I walk through the facility and looks along all the walls and corners for hidden safes. I find one but it is locked and I do not yet have the key to open it. At first I am closely observed by some Elders who follow me around and take notes on my progress and discuss it amoungst themselves, but I lose track of them at some point and left to explore on my own.

I find by self on the second floor of the building and come to an area that is open to the floors below and is crisscrossed with wooded suspention bridges. The only way to the other side is across the bridges and as I start to cross I notice two Tolkien inspired elves standing in the middle of one, observing my movements and loudly discussing me. One elf looks like Peter Jackson's version of Elrond and the other is a dark haired elf with a stern look on his face.

I cross the bridge and explore some of the rooms that have many indegenous artifacts on display and see two of my friends who are First Nations peoples. One of them I know completed their vision quest years before and the other says that he is just starting his, which confuses me because I thought I was the only one. It dawn on me that this is now a race because if he obstains the items before I do than I will obviously be unable to collect those items. I do not tell him that I am also on my vision quest. They move on and I continue searching the display cases until I find a gold token, which I hope can be used to open a safe.

Finding nothing more of unterest in the remaining rooms of that area I head back towards the wooden suspension bridges where the two elves are there and still watching me. They are having an argument about something and as I cross the bridge and walk past them, the Elrond looking elf grabs my arm, leans in and tells me tells me where to find the next safe and how to open it. I pull away, plug my ears and run because I am not supposed to recieve help from others and I don't want to get in trouble.

Back on the ground floor though I go straight to the safe he told me about but it will not open. Nearby in a potted plant I find another gold token. I wander around some more and find an arts and crafts room that has a safe sitting on a table. Down the hall from this room is a women's bathroom and another safe. The safe on the table contains a coin operated locking system but which I put my two gold coins in, they are immediately spit out. Ayoung boy working on a craft in the room tells me that I need three tokens to open that safe and the the item and key inside will open the safe down the hall.

Just then my friend who is also doing his vision quest walks in the room and inserts his three gold tokens into the safe which pops open and reveals a green jadestone medallion and another key. He then uses that key to open the safe down the hall and loudly declares that he has completed his vision quest. Several Elders and other people enter the room and congradulate him and they all walk out to celebrate somewhere. Just then the public announcment system plays a message that the facility is closing. I watch everyone in the building leave via the main exit, but I am crushed by my failure of the vision quest and I hide in a women's washroom that contains a lounge and cry.

I suddenly have a backpack with me and I open it and find several key chains with lots of keys on it, some stones and shells, a picture of my first cat and various other random crap that seems pointless and meaningless to me because they would not have helped me on my quest anyway. Many hours pass and a cleaning man discovers me sleeping in the bathroom and alerts security. A friendly brown haired security man wakes me up and offers to drive me home. We hop into is light blue 1956 Ford pickup and drive through the country. I don't talk to him because I am very despondant and depressed. We approach some train tracks and despite the warning lights that a train is coming the security man just keeps on driving. I fear that we will be hit by the train but cross just before it does and it misses the truck by just a few feet.

Dream fragmented, I can't remember much.


- can't remember any of the the beginning, but it was lengthy.

- driving in Mercedes on parkway outside of city with with mom and dad.

- dad turns off road and onto elevated monorail/train track.

- real train coming. We get out of car and mom and dad go down to ground.

- I pick up the two tonne Mercedes by the bumper and hand it down to my dad! It's as light as a feather, though in the dream my thought was that it was "light as a wicker basket."

- mom and dad disappear when I get down to ground. I am now in some sort of sidewalk market. The streets are empty until four Native American people appear, surrounding me.

- greeting/bowing ritual with four natives. I think there were two Innuit and two Ojibway. Ritual consists of me standing between the two Innuit, linked arm in arm, and bowing down on my knees to the Ojibway. Repeat same bow a second time only linked arms with Ojibway and bowing on knees to Innuit.

#1) In the first dream there was an old lady travelling through a thick temperate forest on a ship. The ship was magical and it could sail across both water and land. The old lady was hunting down an enemy that she had been pursuing her whole life.

She comes across an old man who is stranded in the middle of the forest and offers him a ride on her ship, which he gladly accepts. Through their ensuing converstaion it is revealed that the old man is the enemy that the old lady has been hunting for, though they do not fight because they are too old and too tired. The forest clears and the ship sails away on a large body of water, and the dream ends.


#2) The second dream takes place on a peice of land owned by my Aunt and Uncle, out in the eastern coast of Canada. There is some sort of gathering and we (both friends and family, as well as some random unrecognizable characters) are all sitting around two fires on opposite ends of the open space, wrapped in blankets or doing various activities. The sky is overcast and it is "spitting" rain, but the gathering continues despite the slight chill coming off the ocean.

I am sitting on the ground near one of the fires when a shadow falls over me. I look up and there is an elderly Native American man standing over and staring down at me. He is dressed in the traditional clothing of his indegenious clan (though I cannot recall the name of the tribe) and radiating a pleasant warmth. It becomes quickly apparent to me that no one else can see him. The dream becomes fuzzy here and I cannot remember any more for a bit.

Later in the day the drizzle has stopped and there are a few partings in the clouds where the late afternoon sun shines through. The gathering is still going full strength though I am laying down on a blanket away from everyone else. Through half lidded eyes I again see a shadow fall over me. I open my eyes and there are three native indians in traditional clothing huddled together and staring down at me. There is a young woman who seems strangely farmiliar though I cannot place a name to her face. There are two young men, one who looks like someone I used to know named Mike (but with long hair), and another whose face is shrouded in darkness. I am not afraid or worried, though I am a bit uncomfortable with all of them staring at me in silence.

I get up and go over to my Aunt Dorothey, and ask her who the three strangers are, even as they continue to watch me. Again, though, no one else can see them except for me and my family silently thinks that I am eccentric. For some reason I know what my family thinks of me. The dream ends there.


#3) The third dream takes place in a busy city with narrow streets. There are two people with me; a young woman and a young man, and though we are friends in the dream I do not recognize them as anyone I know in waking life. Everything about the city seems very dreary and grey and takes place in the Chinese section of town. I think it's raining.

The young woman and I give our hair scrunchies away or something and then convinced the young man to come along with us to buy some new ones. We all went into a store that had three stands filled with hair elastics. Even though it wasn't necessary or whatever, my friends and I wanted to buy bigger and more poofie scrunchies.

There is an old man in a grey trench coat standing in the entranceway of the strore. No one else sees him except me and we make eye contact. His look unsettles me and I am afraid to leave the store because I know the old man is waiting for us. I cannot remember any more of this dream.


#4) In the last dream I was a beautiful Chinese movie star who had just been signed on to a new movie. The filming location was deep in a temperate forest and was difficult to get to because there were no paved roads. There was a shallow, rushing river near the filming site that I had to be carried across because there was no bridge and I did not know how to swim. For some reason I was already in a bright red film costume when I was carried across the river. I could not see the face of the man carrying me across, yet he smelled farmiliar.

Filming eventually begins but is quickly halted when it suddenly starts to downpour. The cast and crew try to take cover in the equipment tents. As it is raining, the director adds a sex scene to the film, starring my character, and doesn't ask if I am interested in participating because he just assumes that I would. I refuse and say that my stunt double can do it, but she refuses also. I storm out of the tent and into the pouring rain after I quit because the director would not stop harassing me about doing the offending scene.