Dream #1

I have been having lots of strange dreams lately. Every few nights I will have one that is very vivid and realistic. I have decided to write about all of them here and see if I can make any connections at a later time between some of them. Here is the first one:

I had this dream, on Saturday morning.

It began with me in Vegas. I am not sure how I got there, the point of me being there, or what time of year it was. I remember walking through a club. There was some MTV host there, much like they have for spring break, giving away prizes and having contests. This particular club was a dance club that also happened to have sunken hot tubs you could sit in. Nobody seemed to mind that people's feet were in your face as you danced by the fairly narrow walkways between some of the hot tubs. For whatever reason I was wandering around, not searching for anything in particular, not dancing, not hottubing. I just walked around casually.

I heard my name being shouted. It was my very close friend Sara. She was in a hot tub, drink in hand, chatting with 2 girls we went to high school with and someone Sara introduced as a co-worker. Sara was on vacation. Neither of us expected the other to be there. They were participating in some form of contest, something about keeping their hand in a certain place. When I declined getting in the hot tub and/or drinking with them, then forfeited the contest and took me to their room. I literally remember turning around in the dream and magically being in their hotel room. It was a generic, but nice hotel. They were explaining how they had been there for days and hadn't done much but lay around the room and go out to eat. They did not seem disappointed by this, it was stated more of a matter-of-fact. 

I don't remember much more about being with them or in the hotel room. I remember the variance in the mood when the scene shifted though. In the club they were all excited to see me and seemed to be having a good time. In the room they were very blank, almost sullen. I did not make note of this in the dream though, it is only upon reflection that I find it odd. 

The next thing I know I am back in the club, running from "bad guys". They are not anybody I know and I struggle to remember what they even looked like. I remember it as being more of a bad feeling that was chasing me, instead of an actual person. This time in the club I moved through it swiftly and with purpose. I continued to scan the room like I had at the beginning of the dream, but it was now with urgency. I do not know what I was looking for, but I had intent now. I was looking for something/someone specifically. I did not find whatever it was. I dodged about and hid momentarily like I was being secretive and trying to not get caught. Never do I remember having whatever was chasing me close by, but I maintained feeling urgency to find whatever it was I needed in the dream. 

Eventually I was in the basement of the club. Yes, it had a basement I ran down a small metal spiral staircase to get to. I could feel the bad guys getting closer but there was nowhere to go. It was empty halls with locked doors. No decor. Just cement floors and tan walls. The doors were plain, no windows or markings. I felt as if the halls were and endless maze, although I was not running down them for long. I found a manhole that went into the sewer. I opened it and jumped down. It was dark, damp but not wet, and fairly clean. It was not tall enough of a space for me to walk so I had to crawl. It was only a few feet of crawling before I found a second manhole. I opened it and went down. This time I put the cover back on the man hole, something I had not done with the first one. 

This manhole had a ladder. I climbed down and into a laboratory. There I found my dad and younger sister. They were building puppies. yes, puppies. Assembling them like they were robots. Except they were real puppies once assembled. They looked a lot like the puppy my family had kept from the litter Bella had. All identical black cocapoos, curly and fluffy. As they finished assembling them they let them run around. Parts of them started to fall off. When this happened my dad or Sam would simply push the pieces back together or glue it on. They found nothing strange in any of this. I did, even in the dream.

They let me keep a puppy, one with an eye that kept falling out. When the eye was in the puppy's head it looked normal. When it fell out it looked like a teddy bear eye. It just kept getting glued back on. I did not participate in any of this, I just kept watching. I no longer felt like I was actively searching, although I acknowledged not finding whatever I was searching for. The overriding emotion int his part of the dream was vague confusion and small curiosity.I did not speak to my sister or my dad, they didn't even seem to note my presence.

Eventually Morris the cat wandered in. I was not surprised by his presence. He jumped on the table near me and wanted to be pet. I pet him and a clump of his whiskers fell off. My sister came over, put glue on the back of Morris's whisker clump and stuck it back on his face. I did not like this and took it off of him. 

That is when I woke up.