Bad Dream #2

On a picnic, overlooking a metropolis.  Fellow picknickers start to see a column of black smoke rising from the center of the city.  Not a good sign.  Then we see several explosions, each occuring 10-15 seconds apart.  Fire, sirens.  I head to the scene.  I am in a theater where President Clinton and other dignitaries are seated, and it's just before the explosions are to occur.  *boom* and little pieces of the building fly everywhere.  Luckily the bombs were placed in weak locations and not much damage is done.  Only a few minor injuries in the crowd. Everyone is surprisingly calm.  People start shuffling out.  Clinton waits for an escort.  I start cleaning up. 

Woken up by E.  She wakes up too early these days. 

Motorcycle dream

Vroom!  

Cruising on a nice bike with B and E. Totally Bali style with the whole family in tow.  We're wandering around South San Francisco, looking for Genentech.  We have to turn around at a military base that we cannot enter.  We end up finding Kathleen, Chris and Bronwens house.  They're living in an older, cozy home and have a very bohemian lifestyle.  We never do find the Genentech campus.

Woken up by E. 

Tumble, Fall

A teeny spider just fell from the top of my desk to the floor.  If the spider were human size, the fall would probably be equivalent to dropping from the top to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.  Why the, did the spider casually wander away after her fall, whereas if I fell down the Grand Canyon it would be difficult to scrape up my remains? 

Busy busy

First dream: vietnam war.  Vietnam is an island.  The conflict is not as brutal as the real one.  Thankfully.  It was disrupted, as is typical, by Dixie cat vociferously complaining about something. 

Second dream: colonial america.  I'm time-traveling visiting a farming family/politically involved family of 3.  Wife is pg. with #4.  A surgeon suggests a transplantation model, the family decides to risk it and try the procedure on the youngest, a 4-year old daughter.  The dream does not play out to the end, but I know it will be successful, and make the history books.  

Bad Dream

A baby nephew recently born suddenly died. The parents were surprisingly calm, and the next day had a 7-month-old adopted baby in arms. The dream was disrupted several times by my own crying baby. When it resumed, the dream took the present form, with me asking B if the dream was a dream.

The next dream followed was more amusing - B and I had bought 4 big cases of beer and were lugging them home. We passed though a school and had to cart the cases one-by-one. Two kids were trying to take off with some of the beer. We stopped them and all laughed about it.

Small snippet: the entire lab attended a Th-Sun conference in DC. I only stayed for two days.

Recurrent dream #2

Gave birth, baby won't feed. Baby doesn't eat for several days but seems OK.

This dream differed: baby was born at home, without drugs or medical assistance. The birth was fast with surprisingly manageable pain. That should have been enough to tip me off it was a dream.

Strange dream #1

A spy dream.
Evil no-good-doer obtaining information from victims through threats of death by fire. Me, a bumbling bystander getting caught up in it all. Nearly caught receiving a secret message, sent by way of wadded-up paper, but somehow managed to escape detection. Snuck into the latest victim being threatened. The kitty woke me up before I rescued the innocent.