Suddenly Moving Dream 20170930

I dream I am living in a very nice house with hardwood floors. I have dreamed this house before, entering it in winter in one dream. I do not know if I recorded that dream.

In this dream, I suddenly find myself moving and for whatever reason I am moving alone. Everything is on me to pack up the house. I call my mom wondering if she knows someone with a truck because I have to be out pretty quickly. This leads me to understand that there is some issue with money. I am moving to another state and I have to rent a moving truck which, in my mind, is going to be very expensive.

I also do not have any boxes or tissue paper for wrapping delicates. In the dream, I come across a few religious relics from my childhood that I feel like transferring to the new house. One is sort of a stained glass piece and the other is a holy candle. I don't feel much connection to my Catholic upbringing but these relics seem like okay things to take.

Then there are pieces of furniture, a lot of it is authentic furniture but this is a black walnut finished box that isn't very interesting looking and seems like it is artificial.

While I am packing I suddenly realize that I will be selling this house and where I am moving too, somewhere in Kentucky or Tennessee, the housing is about 1/3 of the price of this house. In my mind, my house is worth something like 330,000 and I will only need to use something like 100,000 to buy a new home.

But there is also time pressure and I feel myself going into a panic attack while I am packing.  This is when Scott Adams, the famous cartoonist and persuasion expert, arrives with my roommate who is a woman that isn't anyone I know but seems to be a composite of several women I have known over the course of my life.  Scott and this woman sit down in a window sill and they are eating ice cream and calmly and with a feeling of a sense of humor, watching me pack and panic.

I call out, not quite shouting, "I need some words of encouragement right now! I need to feel calm." And the woman and Scott Adams start intoning affirmations, "You are calm, Douglas." "Everything is working out in your favor, Douglas." While they are doing this, in the dream, I had been in a frenzy and the dream itself reflected this where everything was blurring but as they continue, I start to calm down.

I start to calm down a little bit and I notice them looking at my stuff, I ask them, "Is something wrong." And they make a statement like, "All of this stuff is yours, and when you got rid of a piece of furniture, you went to the store and bought a new one without even consulting your roommate."

I suddenly realize, I am moving and I didn't even think about my roommate and where she was going to live and that, in fact, she was my tenant, since I owned this house and I wondered how long she would need to live here while I moved and should I leave some furniture for her? There was also some thought of the religious relics, where they actually okay to take to the new house?

Then suddenly, everything seemed to resolve itself in an instant and as we three were realizing the resolution, I woke up, actually smiling, I think.

Since then I have been doing some work and I have been feeling a bit frenzied since then. I was just about to go and do my daily affirmations when I felt compelled to write out this dream first.

I'm just going to publish this right now without any proofreading because I feel that will capture most the spirit of the dream and when I look at this later today I will make any minor corrections and maybe add a picture or two. Especially if I come across anything that reminds me of the relics as that and Scott Adams' voice intoning affirmations are the things I remember most.

I also thought about dreams I had prior to moving into my current home. I had a whole series of dreams of coming home to my apartment, finding the door open and a bunch of stuff leading away from the door and I also had several dreams about moving into a new house.

So since I am working very hard on starting a marketing business right now, I am taking this dream as an omen that I am moving in the right direction.

I also realize I have Scott Adams' book in my Audible Library, How to Fail at Almost Everything and Still Win Big: Kind of the Story of My Life and maybe I should move that up my playlist?

Since I'm mentioning Scott Adams, his new book Win Bigly: Persuasion in a World Where Facts Don't Matter comes out October 31, 2017

20150528 Dream of Joining the Army Again

Author receiving medal circa 1988

Over the years since I got out of the U.S. Army back in 1988, I have had occasional dreams about being in the army again, that I join again voluntarily. I have not had a dream of this type in a number of years but I had one this morning.

I dream I am arriving back at my old unit in Germany. It is modern times and I am being driven by a female soldier whom I know, that we have served together before and although there were female soldiers I served with, this one is completely made up by the dream.

She is explaining to me that I security as been vastly upgraded since the last time I joined. I check into the company, get assigned a room in the barracks. I take my gear to a bunk that is only partly made and I stow it. I am not sure why I think the unmade bunk is mine but I stow my gear anyway.

My first assignment is to get drugs from a local bar. I don't know why. The female soldier who drove me from the airport takes me to a residential place and we pick up two wives of other soldiers. They are partly cover and partly operatives. It isn't clear to me how much they know.

The place we go to acquire the drugs is a strip bar and the three women I am with are dressed very well compared to both the girls who work there as well as the clientele. I notice they seem out of place and that makes me worried about completing my mission. I fear that the patrons will notice how different they are and our cover will be blown. I also notice how the faces of the three women are brighter and more alive than anyone else in the club. The three women take up three different positions in the club and I see one who has dark hair and is wearing a blue dress. I feel embarrassed that she is in this place because of my mission. I tell her she and the other woman should go home, I can handle whatever I am there to handle but she politely refuses. I still notice how no other woman in the club is as well dressed as the three I cam in with. I see another young woman who is obviously the girlfriend or wife of another patron and she is wearing kind of capri pants and a shirt and flip-flops and looks rather shabby, like everything else in the club.

The woman who drove us motions me to the bar in the back. When I get there the bartender is Anita! She reaches over the bar, cups my face and kisses me straight on the lips. She greets me in a think German accent. In all my dreams of rejoining the U.S. Army, I don't recall ever meeting a civilian I knew in real life. Anita was a short, plump, middle-aged German woman who worked as a waitress at one of the Guest Houses right outside the depot. We talk for a bit and then, finally, she passes me a small packet. It is supposed to be pot but it looks more like a packet I've seen on a TV show I've been watching. In the TV show it is heroin.

At any rate, I put the pot in my pocket and me and the driver exit. We are walking in an underground parking ramp discussing the small amount of pot which I am to deliver to someone inside the barracks. Somehow, as we round a corner where the car is parked, the small bag falls out of my pocket. I quickly pick it up feeling relieved this mishap happened just out of view of a security camera.  The driver takes me back to the base she says, “Now you'll see exactly how much security has been beefed up.” I think of where I should hide the small bag and have visions of all my pockets being turned out by the gate guards but then I think, it shouldn't be any big deal as the small amount couldn't be anything other than personal use. But when get get to the front gate, nobody searches me. Nothing happens.

I go back to my barracks room and look for a place to hide the small packet of pot. While there I notice how big the barracks room is and I see some other soldiers there. At this point I go back the the bunk that I selected as mine and realize that it might already belong to somebody else.

I remember when I checked into the company I only talked to one person who did some very limited paperwork. I wasn't even issued any linen.

Everything in the barracks seems degraded. The other soldier in the room seems like he is on drugs. While I am putting stuff into a locker another old familiar face turns up as two soldiers enter the barracks room. I look at him for a few minutes trying to place the face and then I call him by name, which I no longer remember in real life but he recognizes me and we chat briefly about our old times back in AIT.

I think how everything is actually so degraded here. I'm sent on a mission to get drugs, everything in the barracks is lethargic, nobody seems motivated. I think about how it was when I was younger and first went into the military and how now it was barely a whisper.