I dreamt that I was on a fairly small airplane, three seats per side and about ten rows deep. There was a baby sitting in the seat next to me by itself. I tried to put a seatbelt on the baby, but he was too small and just wriggled out. Continue reading
I dreamt that I and a few others were on the second floor of a semi-bombed out building looking down on a war zone with soldiers firing guns and civilians wandering about dazed or wounded.
My goal was to identify people who were from every region of the foreign country I was in. Continue reading
I dreamt that all of the pots and pans I own were out in my kitchen and their tops were attached to the bases and open like a clam shell. As I went to close each top, it turned to water and splashed all over the floor.
I dreamt I tried to make a cup of coffee with my Keurig, but I couldn’t get it right, failing maybe 100 times, for example, I used apple juice or cocoa instead of water; the mug and the whole base of the machine went missing; and I added rice or frozen corn instead of coffee; and I added orange juice or ice tea instead of half n’ half. I never got it right.
I dreamt that I was in a vehicle about the size of a duck boat. The top half was clear, enormous, plexiglass bubbles forming a roof/enclosure the uneven shape of a puffy cloud.
My dog, Sunday, was driving the vehicle and I was in the passenger seat. Continue reading
I dreamt that I was running over rolling hills of grass, just beautiful, green grass as far as I could see. With me in the grass were hundreds of surfs, surrounding me and running, also. Every so often, I knew that a surf wanted to talk to me, so I paused and picked one Continue reading
I dreamt that I was standing on the floor of the Stock Exchange and different charts and budgets and politicians kept popping up in front of my face with great frequency. I had one of those whack-a-mole mallets and I had to bop them all back down.
I dreamt I was sitting cross-legged in a baking pan facing a wide opening to the universe. Men in florescent yellow construction safety jackets were milling around getting ready to push me out.
I dreamt that, because I had to leave the dream I was currently in, a butler monkey was helping me into a see-through inflatable jacket, like an invisible outer shell Michelin man.
I dreamt that I was in a Turkish tee-pee helping volunteers sort donations into boxes labeled for different age groups. I hadn’t put a single thing into a box yet, because my first item was a bouquet of lollipops and I was hesitant to go with the obvious “children” box as adults and elderly can enjoy them, as well.
Kate's dreams 