I've started to notice a new ability in dreams: summoning lost objects.

To explain: I have a lot of dreams where I'm carrying something and I set it down for some reason, only to turn around and it's gone because the geography of the dream has changed. I usually spend long minutes hunting around for the lost object until I either wake up or the dream changes and I forget about the object. But twice now that I know of, I have searched only a couple minutes before going "Fuck this" and summoning the object. Like part of my mind is aware it's a dream, and this affords me just enough power to summon the object.

The first time this happened, it was a bicycle. I wanted to bike up this nature trail because hey, in a dream I can do physical stuff without getting tired and without expending any effort, but I couldn't find where I'd parked my bike. After searching for a few minutes, I mentally went "Fuck this" and grabbed the air ahead of me, concentrating on the bike. Suddenly, I had the bike and I could go biking.

Last night, it happened again, a different dream and different situation. I had lost my umbrella this time, set it down on some steps that I couldn't find again later, and I needed it before I could leave the school building I was in (school dreams: depressingly common for me), and I searched maybe a whole minute before remembering my newfound dream power. I held up my hand, said "Accio umbrella!" and the umbrella was in my hand. I was thus able to leave the building and, whether coincidence or not, also woke up then.

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Had a dream last night where there was this little girl, about age 6 or 7, who was a multiple. She wasn't Molly, she was a character in a dream who was her own system. She shifted several times during our conversation and I could see the shifts in her face and body language as well as hear it in her tones of voice.

Then later in the same night, I had a dream where Alex was plainly the one in control of the protagonist of the dream. But other than that, I don't remember anything else currently.

It might have had something to do with the fact I was going through my "dreams" tag on Dreamwidth for several hours before that.

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Had some interesting dreams last night.

First one had me in an elementary school that Hillary Clinton happened to be speaking at. I somehow got some one-on-one time with her, and asked her what she was going to do about global warming. She gave me a typical politician non-answer, something like "I am very concerned about the environment, I will do everything I can to protect it."

When that part was over, I wandered the halls and found a kindergarten or 1st grade class where they were teaching the kids about fractions in an interesting way; there were these large paper-doll type things, where you dress them by taping paper clothes to various parts. They were in varying states of dress, labeled by fraction. The half-dressed dolls had a 1/2 and a circle half filled in, three-fourths dressed doll with a 3/4 and a circle with three parts filled in, etc. It was an interesting way to teach fractions, I thought.

Second dream was a lucid dream. First thing I did when I realized I was dreaming was I gave myself super powers and started smashing things for the Hell of it. Then I got bored of that, and I went off looking for girls to seduce. It was a lot of fun. :)

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Last night I had a dream(*) that I was at a Trump convention in a huge hotel, and he was parading this group of kids and adults on stage because they were "perfect American stock" and he was using them as an example of the kind of people who would be "chosen" when he became President. Anyone who didn't end up "chosen" would be "cleansed from the earth forever." I was backstage, trying to talk to the kids about Trump and how evil and vile he was (mainly because I didn't think there would be any point trying to convince the adults in the group) and I may have had some of them convinced, but then I got lost in the hotel and spent the rest of the dream trying to find my way out of the building. I had to wake up to get out of that dream.

(*) = I say dream because I don't often have nightmares. I do often have dreams that would be nightmares to other people, but I don't consider it a nightmare unless I get scared in the dream. I was concerned in this one, but not scared. I think part of me knew it was just a dream.

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Last night I had a dream where Buffy and Faith were having lesbian sex with one another, and I was experiencing everything from Buffy's eyes. When I woke up, I was pleased by the dream, but confused, as Buffy so hates Faith (understandably) that the odds of that happening for real would be basically nil. Oh well. :-)

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Had an interesting dream last night. Dreamed that the Russians were using a bunch of hyper-intelligent kids to crack top secret codes and ciphers. Well, I say Russians because the one dude was speaking with a Russian accent. I didn't hear the only other adult, a doctor lady, speak. Odd thing was, though, the kids both had American accents, of the ones that spoke.

The Russian man was in the doctor's clinic room with Anna while the doctor was giving her a checkup, there for moral support. I think Anna may have been autistic, because she never met anyone's eyes, but not in a prisoner sort of way. She seemed happy, and seemed to enjoy her work. In fact, she was bored with the easiness of the work and was asking for more challenging tasks. She was specifically working with another child, a boy, and saying "These are too easy. Give me a hard one." Which he obliged. Both Anna and the boy were around 10 or 11 or so.

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Had a dream last night I found $41 cash on the ground, bunch of lost jewelry, an expensive wrist watch, & foreign currency.

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The second dream I had last night was beautiful and haunting, and I wrote a poem about it:

“If Only”
By = Tempest Alexandria Arts

Last night, as I lay sleeping,
A dream came over me.
I, a man, dead,
From Heaven watched my wife,
As she lay dying.
Nothing I could do to help.

In one last feat of strength,
She stood, walked out into a massive field of grass,
In the dark of night, just the faintest glow from the moon,
As a simple yet haunting violin tune played,
She went for one last midnight stroll.
Across the vast and grassy ocean,
Up a hill grown steeper and steeper,
Climbing with unusual strength,
Grabbing roots and stones and weeds to pull herself up,
And came at last to a red wooden fence.

She climbed the fence, and looked beyond.
Her eyes fell upon the mansion on the hilltop,
Wonder in her eyes. Longing. Pain.
As though she'd seen Heaven itself.
Her goal achieved at last, she clutched her heart with grass-stained hands,
And fell backwards into the grass, to her death.

And as the mournful violin played,
Her eyes up towards the sky,
It felt like none of this would have happened,
Like both of us would be alive and well,
If the last house she saw had been ours.

~

I even remember the tune that the violin was playing, and recorded it on my phone.

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Had a dream last night where this woman was hitting her transgender little girl, no older than 5. I stepped in and protected the crying child, grabbing the woman's arm. She began to cry, and it came to light that she thought being transgender was a choice, that she had to hit the girl to change her mind before it was “too late.” So I told her the truth: it's not a choice. That it was a feeling, from deep within your very soul, that the identity you'd been assigned was wrong, that she'd fought with those feelings for years, unable to understand them or articulate them until recently, and even now didn't have the words to articulate her feelings as clearly as I was articulating them now. I sensed the girl stop crying and nod, agreeing with my words.

And I thought that was just so powerful and true, I had to share it.

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Last night I had a dream where I was working at some kind of restaurant, and my job was watching the register count-out for shift changes (I used to do basically the same thing once upon a time). I also had something to do with tips, and one of the oddities there was that some people were tipping with coupons and with those old fashioned movie tickets that are used for raffles nowadays, and while I was confused, everyone else was acting like this was perfectly normal.

Then when the count-out was done, I went to go find a restroom. When I got in the restroom - the women's room of course - there were a bunch of wrinkly old men in there, sitting on sofas and recliners. (Why there were sofas and recliners in in a restroom, I don't know.) Worse, there were no stalls. If I used the toilet, I would be seen by all these old men. I had to check to make sure I was in the right restroom, and I was. So, in my authority as an employee, I told them to leave, because they were in the wrong room. They ignored me so completely that it was like they were all blind and deaf, or I was invisible and silent. So I had to leave to try to find another one.

Anyway, yeah; that was an odd twist on the bathroom dreams.

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