One long dream... or many little snippets?

Okay, so I found myself sleeping literally with my eyes open for the last few nights. Don't know why, but I have, therefore, been staying up past 2am and falling asleep around 3, for a complete 8 hours. Well, I get up around 8 to let the dog out, but then I return to bed ... and some STRANGE dreams!

These are snippets, although I do not recall a break in the action... they all ran together as a single story (sort of) but I lost the segues and I can't put them back in order. Here goes:
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I am outdoors. I am carrying something, but I see a large brown butterfly in the tall green grass near a large tree stump. It might be dead, so I plan to collect it for my niece's bug collection. I go (to the house?) and put down whatever I am carrying (lightweight, miscellany) and return to the butterfly. There are two. The second is definitely alive, and stirs up the one I have my eye on. It moves and transforms (maybe just by folding its wings) into a thick green insect (like a large emerald grasshopper- looking bug). It's not dead, so I leave it...Walking back to the house, I am carrying a small plastic container with three small eggs. They are blue and brown and muddy looking. I am happy even though I didn't get the big butterfly, I collected these three eggs. Someone (?) meets me outside the house. I put the small bunch of flowers I am carrying (?) in a clear glass vase that has a couple inches of pearl and red flattened marbles in the bottom. The flowers instantly turn a beautiful shade of aqua and white that contrasts well with the marbles! I go into the house and hold the container with eggs. I think of a color, and the eggs turn that color! I try this many times with different colors, and even produced yellow tulip buds! Pink and light blue are by far the easiest; yellow is not difficult. Fuchsia (bright pink) is tough, and purple is never vibrant. I show my niece, S, what I can do. The eggs are replaced by a knitted dress for a girl. I ask her to call out a color. She replies with her own name (Sammie). I focus on her name, and the dress becomes orange and bright pink striped! She names her cousin, and the dress again changes to a new color scheme! My mother watches in amazement to my right, we are facing Sammie's closet.
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I walk in on my father and his friend discussing the weather. They are not distressed, but curious and confused about the wild variations across small regions. I look out the window to see dark low hanging clouds that extend nearly to the horizon. I see funnel clouds, I think (?). Watching closely, I confirm to myself that is what I see, but they are distant (for now?), and I do not feel threatened. Wondering what else I will see, I watch the horizon intently. There are boats in the foreground, and I see a boat bob into view on the horizon. A tsunami approaches quickly. As the wave builds... [you know how you can see jellyfish and seaweed in the wall of a wave? keep that in mind] ... I see a dragon in the wave! The wave crashes, and the water rushed under the boats in the marina, and under the pier and docks, and under the bed where I am sitting with my dog. Just bobbing everything up... no real problem. Not even scary, really. I muse about this for a second, and (in my dream, now!) I wonder what must be really going on that I am dreaming my bed is bobbing up and down! ... so the wave repeats, dragon, boats and all.
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I am going for a hike with some new friends. We are leaving from Raleigh, NC, and our leader tells the group we are walking to Wilmington (NC?) ... [not walking distance from Raleigh!] We walk through a ballet class (less than ten students?), but we are able use the side stairs without crossing the dancefloor. The stairs are an escalator. I worry, because it has been a long time since I have used this route, and I don't remember how to exit. The woman beside/behind me explained the plan, but at the bottom, we are on this large wheel (like a carnival ride?) operated by Johnny Depp. When our seat gets by the exit, the gate briefly opens and we jump out. Except, I'm too slow, and the gate hits the gatepost, stopping the ride. Johnny Depp simply asks me to check the few gates behind me are closed, and he proceeds to reverse the wheel a bit so (my) gate will close properly. I go with the group through a short walkway that is flooded with about six inches of very cold water! We all trudge through, and outside we start our walk to Wilmington. The brick walkway is somewhat inclined and has steps every now and then. I realize I am gliding... like controlled hydroplaning! There is water on the walk due to everyone tracking it out of the previous section, but I am the only one gliding. I have impeccable balance! "Heidi's the pacesetter here!" the guide calls out to the group. I see a pile of gear to the right of the walk and I step over to it. There is a baby seat (like a car seat for a child) on the downhill side of the pile. I remove it to reposition it higher. Just as I get it in place, a young man falls in the water pool and sends a surge upstream that absolutely drenches the seat! I say aloud, "If he had just done that a few seconds earlier while I was holding it up!" (disgusted, maybe, but not angry).... I climb onto the bunkbed (part of the pile of gear?) and jump down from the center, nearly landing on a plush toy of the Aussie Haircare purple kangaroo. ... and we're walking...

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I am outdoors in a parking lot (?) by a drive-thru window. I see three terracotta gardenstone turtles (mine!) in the driving lane, and cars are driving over them! I ask aloud, "Who put the turtles in the (drive-thru)?" My older sister admits that she did it. I go to retrieve them and put them back in the grassy area, but I am distracted by a woman and a child hastily collecting cement garden stones and stacking them in her van. I go over to her and report that the turtles are mine. She allows me to take the two cement turtles and tells me some might already be on the van. My mother comments that she would like to start putting the turtles on her porch. I think to myself how ridiculous this is, because she has one turtle already, and it's a very small porch! Mom helps me look in the van, but we didn't find any more turtles. There are other gardenstones, I see some like fish, but no more turtles, and NONE in the van! The passenger compartment is filled with other stuff, and a compartment under the passenger seating is accessible from the rear. This space contains Avon boxes (anyone who knows an Avon Representative knows about Avon boxes!) and a case of bottled water. Mom takes a bottle of water (?) as I tell her we have to close it up. The woman has started the van and is ready to drive away! We hastily close up the van, but the upper right window is not secure and items will fall out. I chase after the van (low speed, still in parking lot) and close the window. Now inside the van, I help secure the inside vinyl window with hook-and-loop tape. The girl (teenager) in the seat has two long straps (leather? size of Slim-Jim jerky or Pupperoni) and asks what they are for. I presume they are to tie the cargo to a hold in the front of the van, but they are too short. So we don't use them.
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IS THAT A WEIRD ENOUGH MORNING FOR YOU?? NO WONDER I AM AFRAID TO CLOSE MY EYES AT NIGHT!

Mother leaves in haste; Spills cargo

So last night was a strange one! After dreaming about a man I have had a crush on for a long time and think of every day was sitting at my kitchen table sans shirt (and maybe just in his tighty-whiteys?) and flirting with me across the table. ... in case that wasn't strange enough... I had another dream...

I am apparently in Raleigh with some school friends, but I am preparing to go home to Graham. I am not 100% committed to driving back today, but I am getting my things together anyway. If I don't go today, I will drive tomorrow, but there may be someone expecting me to come back tonight (not the guy in the dream above, someone I care much less about). I could ride back with my mother, as she is taking some things over to my younger sister who also lives in the greater-Graham area. My father is loading boxes of stuff into the white van. Mom starts the van and calls out to me (over her shoulder) that she is "...leaving now and (my father) can ride with me or whatever." I answered that I was planning to ride with her, but she was already driving away. That's when I saw the back doors of the van were still open! I ran through the house to try and head her off before she got to the road, but I was too late! She was able to pull straight into the street, and making a left, the van nearly tipped over as all the cargo shifted and spilled out the back!
    Mom was so mad she got out of the van and stomped into the house. My older sister and I stared at the van and the spilled contents in the street. Just then, a truck (?) drove into the van breaking it into. We started to gather up the stuff in the road. A burgundy van drove through the wreckage (in the same direction as the first vehicle... from the right to the left) and incurred damage to the driver's side as it drove past the half of the van that was in the road, and kept going! I cursed at the burgundy van as it drove away.
     My father ran out and saw the mess, and turned back toward the house. "Hold it right there!" I shouted to him. "This is your second oldest daughter, Heidi, standing here! And this is your oldest daughter..." He had not asked what happened, or anything! In retrospect, he probably knew enough of the story when Mom stormed back into the house that no further explanation was necessary when he saw us picking up the pieces. I took a box of things into the house and let Mom know I was willing to take her to my sister's, and that she probably needed to pack an overnight bag. She agreed and went to gather her things.

New Year of bizarre dreams

The moon is not yet full, but the strange dreams have started! First, I thought it was because I slept crossways on the end of the bed with my head pointed south instead of the usual west orientation. Maybe, since the dreams started Thursday night, it has something to do with current solar activity. Actually, on Wednesday, January 4, 2012, I could not stay asleep. It was like I was expecting something to happen. Thursday, I volunteered to help take down Christmas decorations at the Ronald McDonald House with two other PartyLite consultants. I felt fine until I got home and I was exhausted!

So Thursday, January 5, 2012: (I’ll have to get my journal out, oops!)

Then on Friday, January 6, 2012:

The most disturbing dream was me lying in bed with the man I have a deep affection for. (That’s not the disturbing part!) The sheets are maize, like brown mustard, not bright yellow. As I snuggled closer to him and kissed his neck, he became a different male entity whom I recognize (?), and he said, “You don’t have much time left.” Puzzled, I laid my head on his shoulder. A moment later, I was awakened by the original man who was now lying on my other side and talking in his sleep. He was having a bad dream.

I woke him, and he told me, “You were on fire, and I couldn’t save you!”

I asked where we were.

“At home.”

“What happened to the animals?”

“They are all all right. I put them in my pocket, but I couldn’t put you in my pocket. Why haven’t you eaten? You were supposed to eat!”

The second man I saw who gave me the ominous message was no longer in the room.

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I later dreamed I was driving a big red motorcycle. When I start the bike, leg rests come out from the sides of the bike and cradle my legs and feet on either side of the front wheel. It was a new vehicle to me, but I drove it around all day running errands, going to the store, etc. After my last stop at a convenience store, I spoke to an old classmate (biggest flirt, Angela T.) and backed the bike out of the parking space next to a red Mustang before starting it. Maybe I don’t know how to drive it in reverse? Maybe I am too nervous about maneuvering the new bike close to the pretty car? When I get to the end of the parking lot, there is a STOP sign. I totally forgot how to brake the bike! So I let off the accelerator and glided around the left turn putting my left foot out for support. Oh, I remember! Brakes are on the handlebars! Safe ride.

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Another dream I had the same night: I was riding a hoverboard like the one in the Back to the Future movies. I was specially selected as one of many people to ride the board and complete travel missions including time travel. When I was riding around the “base camp” (a city in the sky), I noticed I was only a foot or so above the ground. When I left base to go on a mission, I was above tree top level (although the trees and neighborhood below are reminiscent of Pixar scenery) and that made me nervous. So, I repeatedly told myself that the real ground level was only a foot or so below me and was transparent. Furthermore, I was privileged to be asked to do the missions and could be replaced if I couldn’t handle it. 

I saw others who were zipping around on the hoverboards. I slowed as I arrived at my destination: a castle or resort style building. I nearly stumbled on the ledge because I grazed a tree branch during my landing. I stepped off the board and crossed the street. I was talking to myself: Hey! I know this place! This happened right before I met Rich! We talked about it!  (Rich died a couple of years ago, and I confirmed (to myself) that I am not emotionally distressed by the mission.) **in reality, this “place” happened in 1981, five years before I met Rich**

I approach the entrance to the corner café that has a big poster on the door. “1981” and some words I didn’t read. I am expecting a meeting of some brilliant minds to talk about time travel and other super-intelligent topics. Some young men approach at the same time. We enter together; each with our hoverboard tucked under our arm. There are three cafeteria style tables in front of us. I am not sure how to proceed. One of the guys shoves the first table and makes a way. I notice the floor is wet and possibly sticky as from spilled sodas. Other young men are already in the café and are showing off their skills in a mock boarding competition. A man in his 30’s (?) sits at the counter. I recognize him as the owner or at least the leader for tonight’s assembly. It doesn’t look like what I expected.

            “Am I late, or…?” I asked.

            “You are late,” came the reply. “We will start soon when the others arrive.”

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Mom comes down the stairs in a light panic. She insists there was an earthquake, and wants me to look it up online and verify it and find out how long it will last, if there will be more, and such. I didn’t feel it. I go to her kitchen table and go to the USGS Earthquake Hazards page. There is no report of an earthquake for our area. I refresh the page. Nothing. There are some postings for other countries, but not here. Then I notice the leaves on the small trees in the neighbors yard start wiggling! The USGS updates that (our area) has registered an earthquake, and then the site changes over to a gaming site.  I “go back,” but I can’t get the page back. I retype the address in the browser, but it’s “currently not available.” I’m telling Dad that Mom says she felt the earthquake before it happened, but I don’t know how.

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