Weird Dreams Lately

Hey all - just thought I would ask for assistance trying to figure out what a couple of dreams I have had lately mean. Last night's started off with a scene from Friends (a show I have hardly seen in the last five years) with Rachel about to get married, not to Ross - and don't even mention to me whether they got together in the end, cos I don't care LOL - and then the fiance saying all the sex acts that they do during the courtship and engagement will be banned when married because of his religion (Jewish?), and Rachel having a screeching fit (you KNOW what I'm talking about) because of this late announcement, how can we get married now that you have hid this from me blah blah that sort of thing.



Then it transforms to the backyard of Dad's parent's place in Bidois Road, and Alex and Pam's baby is crawling around - no, not like in Trainspotting LOL - and Dad is watering the lawn or something, and I pick up the sprog and cuddle it - have a sense it is male, but it's a dream there's a fifty fifty chance I'm right LOL - but hold it like I do the cat... hmmm.



And then the dream switches to a US embassy somewhere in the MidEast (Bahrain?) that has recently been attacked - in the timeframe of my dream, not in real so far. They had installed an auto brick wall thing with the flick of a switch that morphed out of the pavement - damned stealth technology LOL. Didn't work the first couple of switches thing, but then it did and I went out and it had built basically a HILL - that had trees and grass and butterflies and everything - had a vision of a staffer who looked like Dido being hit on unwantedly, and I realised she needed assistance from a friend (ie me) and then we went and had a coffee, and that dream faded...



And one that I had a couple weeks ago that I have been meaning to write down ever since was I was on the border between the US and Mexico, and the actual border crossing was a bridge between the 102nd stories of two skyscrapers, one skyscraper was US and the other was Mexican. I crossed the US border well enough, but then before processing thru the Mexican side realised that I had left something back in the US - so I went back, but I got stopped by US Immigration, even though I had been in the country only ten minutes beforehand. They then went through my passport page by page and the officer was a woman, and wanted to know what all the Arabic entries meant (my MidEast trip in 98), and then hmm I was taken aside and the rubber gloves came out. Not sure whether I fainted or passed out or umm the ultimate (death) but I didn't react to the procedure well. Mix of WTC (height), stories about harsh US Immigration and Abu Gharib I think added to that dream. Eek.



Laters

Paul