Jacobian Dreams

A cockroach, Twitter, and President Barack Obama

2009-06-18T08:07:00.000+03:00

Last night just as we went to sleep we saw a Cockroach in our bedroom. I remember dreaming of twittering about it:

Killed a cockroach. Take that, Barack Obama

Referring to the incident yesterday, when President Obama killed a fly during an interview. I've had dream where I was surfing the internet before, but this is the first one about twitter.

The World Turn Around

2009-02-23T08:43:00.000+02:00

Tonight I dreamt my family was talking about money with my cousin Ofer. Everyone said they needed to make more money than they do. As an example to their low salaries, they gave numbers that are even higher than my current salary.
They said they wanted to get a second job, maybe cleaning.
Made me feel weird about my job.

John Lennon

2009-01-04T12:25:00.000+02:00

I had a dream I was watching TV, and an interview with John Lennon was on.
John Lennon talked about the time Yoko Ono was murdered. Then he broke in tears and started crying: "He took her from me".

Lepers

2008-12-08T07:50:00.000+02:00

"You should do to him what they did to lepers in the old days, Put graffiti on the walls with the phone number of his galaxy, telling everyone it's out off service."

Big Brother

2008-10-17T17:57:00.001+02:00

I had a dream I was on TV show Big Brother. I came to the show in the middle, and knew some contesters, but not the rest (As I don't watch the show).
In the dream the house wasn't a house at all, but a store in a mall. The contesters weren't allowed to leave the big store, although they could do so, the doors weren't looked.
I looked for a private place to change clothes, but couldn't find one.

Little time after I came everyone were permitted to leave the house for a short while, but I was supposed to stay inside. I saw everyone out the window. One of the people swam in a large puddle.
I knew I was being recorded, but I also knew no one is looking at me at that moment, and that they wouldn't check the cameras. I left the apartment and went to a pharmacy at the mall (Super-Pharm). Suzi was there, waiting for me. We walked around a little and talked, until we saw some of the people were back. Suzi stalled them while I tried to sneak back into the house.

Familiar Stranger

2008-10-09T23:27:00.000+02:00

In the future, Suzi and i are having our family for dinner, at the jewish new year. Suzi's aunt, Ruti is with us, so we also invite a stranger. She always invites this stranger to holiday meals she's having, we we invited him for her.

Superman

2008-10-06T08:15:00.000+02:00

Tonight I dreamt I was Superman. Yep.

I was actualy very nice, as I could fly very high and very fast - I can remeber the fast wind on my face. I also felt exceptionally strong, altought I didn't use it in the dream. I was fighting with superman's father, but I didn't seem to be worried about that - it was a minor detail.

Public Trasportation

2008-10-05T21:44:00.000+02:00

I met with Roei and Yahav next to Roei's house. Someone Roei knew was suppose to come and ride us to the bus. We didn't talk, just stood there and waited. I noticed my watch was missing. After a while I've became impatient, and walked ayay. I decided to get to the train by myself.
I wanted to go home first and get my watch, and started walking. On the way I saw a new train moving on Friman street. I also saw many buses on Tzi-Frank street - about a bus every minute or two. At some point there were three buses side by side. These buses, like the train, were new. I think they were blue, line 102 with Dan logos. At some point I started to run.

Notes:
In the dream, Roei's house was close to my house.
Tzi-Frank was wider, so it could hold three buses.

False Memories

2008-10-03T13:46:00.000+03:00

Tonight I had two of the dreams that look real, and look like actual memories. They don't seem like dreams and have nothing special about them, but on the same time I remember I never did those things I remember, so I realize they are dreams. Does that make any sense?
Anyway, tonight I've had two such dreams: on the first, I showed Suzi something I did at work (an ajax-based employee search box), and on the second I registered a nice blog name here at blogspot (which I may do).
On the past, I've had a similar dream, where I suddenly though I solved Integrals on the weekend, and I didn't.
Weird.

The Fight

2008-10-01T20:01:00.003+03:00

This one is from three days ago:

There are two groups fighting on my grandparents house. I'm on the human group, and the other group had monsters. We fight a lot and mess the place. Then, I hear people at the door, and I know they are my grandparents. I realize this is a dream, and I can fix the room, so I close my eyes, wave my hands, and command "Be Gone!".
The room is now repaired and cleaned, but the enterance door is also gone. Nothing but a blank wall...

Two of Three

2006-06-11T20:24:00.000+03:00

Dream One
It's a different planet, with aliens that look like humans. On this planet, no one knows how to jump. A small group on people has learned how to jump, and therefore was easily able to take over the world.

Dream Two, Act II - Magic (I don't remember Act I)
There's a house under great mountains. Some young good wizards live there. They are all gone save for one, with glasses (I know, but he isn't. really). He is watching over a large plastic basket, placed upside-down over a miniature island.
A bad wizard is coming down from the mountains, disguised as a good one. He's standing outside the open door and start chanting. The good wizard feels the vibes of the spell, and starts moving with them, like a wave. When the spell is over, there's a pile of dog poo on the small island.

La Mer

2006-04-13T13:43:00.000+03:00

I'm on a ship.
Two men, Jews, are kidnapped: being pulled to different sides. The right one is wearing uniforms. It is only a demonstration.
I see a brochure of the ship. On its bottom it list the colors of the ship by different parts. The outside of the ship is golden with a yellow stripe. It also has small parts in a different golden color, called "nostalgia", representing the old color of the ship. On the inside the ship is mostly golden, yellow and blue. The dining room, like all dining rooms on all ships, is dark blue with yellow patterns of fish and sea plants.
I sit in a center of a table and people are standing in front of me. I am physically bigger than I am, bigger than others. Someone explains to me what to do if someone drowns: We should throw three bombs around them in a triangle. When the bombs explode they remove the poison from the water, and for a short time leave clean water. It will be possible to breath in these water, containing oxygen, so it is the best time to jump into it and pull the person out.
Then someone drowns. The bombs are thrown from the ship. My mother jumps and saves him, as a golden-yellow boat sails above him. When she comes back I ask her "Did you see that boat?", and she replays "Of course I did". Well, she was there.

The Angle.

2006-02-23T17:47:00.000+02:00

An Angle is standing on a bridge, looking far at some railroad workers. The angle is beautiful: tall, blue eyes, long blond hair and airy white clothes. She looked 30. Next to her was a younger women, an Angel of Death, with black hair (pony tail) and tight black clothes, and is generally witty and cynical. They were talking, but Death didn't say anything. The Angle was looking on one of the workers. He was an older man, big, black, sweaty and bald. He was a good man. The Angle wants to convince the government to build another bridge (sort of busy work), so the man wouldn't lose hes job. Later, as she speaks, she becomes giant. Her face is seen above the bridge, and is seen a second time in a small window on the bridge. She says the new bridge should be named after that man.
I wasn't even there.

Hotels with Stairs and Elevators.

2006-02-20T18:21:00.000+02:00

Act I
I'm with Sary in a hotel, at some high floor. We're completely inside, but it has an open feeling, and I can see some floors up and down. The elevator comes, and stops when its roof is near the floor. People start to get on it. I think it's not safe but possible, but Sary thinks it's too scary so we go for the stairs.
There's a slide instead of stairs. We sit on it and slide down. As we slide, it gets steeper and faster, so I decide we get off it. When we get to the third floor the slide is almost vertical, and it is close in all sides, like a pipe.
Act II
I'm at some strange hotel again. According to everyone it has an exciting new feature: there's a small service elevator downstairs on which you can fut your dirty white clothes and have them cleaned or replaced. I don't understand what's so great about that. Several times I get some random white cloths: socks, undershirts or underwear, and I have to put them in the elevator (by "get" I mean they suddenly appear in my hands). Sometimes I also need to go up back to my room to take them out. I find it very annoying.
I'm in a different part of the hotel, it is much darker and older. Again, I'm near the elevator. A young women in front of me is taking clean underpants from the elevator and walks away. I have two socks and an undershirt, and I put them in the elevator. For some reason, I need to get up with it, but I don't how. I look around in the room. It's a dark and dusty room. In the middle are two giant metal structures: staircases. The staircases are blue and are arranged in a square spiral.
I go for the left one. It is a double helix of stairs. On both staircases of the left structure there are a few missing stairs a little over the bottom, high enough for me not to be able to climb it. On the left of is there are some stairs on wheels (like the stairs car on airports), but it looks to heavy for me. I go for the right stairs and start to climb them. As I walk I hear cracking metal and I feel the staircase bending. I look up and see the three staircases lead no where, and that both staircases in the double helix are floating in the air (missing stairs, right?). I walk down.
Act III
I am a secret agent, it's night. I'm lying outside with binoculars and a radio. I'm on the edge of a large circle, looking inside. In the center there's the French Victory Arc, bigger than the real one and with a wide bridge leading to its top. I look in my binoculars and a small building and say on the radio "it wasn't there" (I mean everything that happened in Act II, although this building is much smaller). I say "It must be the gate" (the Arc).

Of Three Couch Potatoes and Two Ugly Girls.

2006-02-19T20:18:00.000+02:00

Act I
I'm sitting home watching TV with Sary. A show starts, but I'm confused and don't recognize it. It looks like Dead Like Me, but I think it's Six Feet Under. I tell Sary this show isn't for her. Even after some time when I recognize it's just DLM, I'm still not sure it's for her age. I've seen a short part of the episode and it was bad.
Act II
I'm in front of the TV again, this time with my brother Elly. We see either a talk show or a commercial, and the talking head on TV says "this is not the peak of cinematic creation, such as Buffy". So I ask "Buffy is the peak of cinematic creation!?". Elly replies "What? It's pretty good. You can get an whole season for 7 NIS". (He meant a DVD of the whole series)
Act III
I'm at the entry of my work place, near a bus station. I know the ground before the station is going to rise soon, very quickly. People crowd in a small place in front of it, and there's some space near me. A girl from my high school comes there (Some real girl I didn't really like, and one of very few people whose name I forgot). I say "oi" in a way that makes it clear I'm unhappy to see her, and that she stands next to me. In reply she does the same, adding a disgusted face. In fact, I know she's actually happy to see me. I remember that tomorrow Biata is having a party (a girl from junior high school). I want to ask the girl if she's coming to Biata's party, but decide not to. I don't really care.
We all walk to the second bus station, going down in a tunnel. Yesterday they built a dump instead of the parking lot, it had piles of garbage. Today it looks different: there are heaps of rusting cars, and a giant crane in the center of the dump. Near the crane there are three small blue rectangular boxes one on the other, that have some importance.

Je ne Parle pas Francais!

2006-02-17T21:27:00.000+02:00

It is past, maybe as far as high school. I am in a large metal warehouse with many boxes around me. I'm a part of a small group of students in some king of a competition. The whole dream was in French.
Guiding my group is a French teacher, giving us orders and questions from time to time. She wants us to win, but she can't help us. I do my best to understand what she says, like the rest of my group. I remember going from place to place in the warehouse, doing different tasks such as searching for things, riddles, puzzles, sports tasks and many others. Winning these tasks earns us points, needed to win.
I should say: I speak very little French. (Je vais tout droit, or something)

The Opposite of a Rant.

2006-02-16T17:35:00.000+02:00

Last week was just amazing, can't wait to next week.

The Machine.

2006-02-14T17:04:00.000+02:00

I sit down in the dining room at work. I don't have a tray, only a plate with cake. I'm sitting in the middle of the last table, near the wall. I look to my left and see Suzi standing near the end of the table, looking for me with a face of "what are you doing there?". I look at her with the same face: I sat first, so she should come next to me and not the opposite. She agree and comes.
I take one bit from my cake, and realise this isn't a proper lunch and I didn't take any real food. I walk to the entry to get a tray.
When I finish taking food I see a game machine. It's like those machines with the weak arm, but instead of the arm it has a rubber circle that creates vacuum to catch prizes. The machine is fills with square orange paper bags. They are neatly stacked in rows, filling all the way to the top of the machine, so the arm can only move in a small part of it. I see some bags sticking outside of the pile. Without using the vacuum, I use the arm to push them down, and tear two squares. I win. The two squares come from the side, but they are not the prize. I don't know what they contain.
The prize come in a small pile in the machine (there's a small door). The pile is mostly "empty": with useless pieces of plastic. It also has some money (just change), a LED flashlight and another prize (I don't remember what the other thing was). Two more things dropped: a half used pack of orange pills, and a dark black bottle. Inside the bottle I see some red stains, residues of blood.(At this point I think I should hold on to the prizes. I always think that when I dream I win something, with hope I'll still have that in the morning. I actually though it's unlikely I'll wake up add see I "created" a LED flashlight, but it was worth a try.)
It is rare that someone wins, so it creates interest. A small boy is near me, speaking to two people. He tells them he can get them two orange bags, eyeing those I just won. I look at him angrily and he runs away. A young girl comes and starts playing with the bottle and the pills. It seems dangerous to me, so I take them from her.

Notes: Something similar happened yesterday. Gena and Zohar sat at the end of the table, away from me, and I had cake for lunch.

Guru Yury.

2006-02-10T12:13:00.000+02:00

Short one:
I'm standing on an entrance to a village house, looking for a local Guru called Yury. He looks a lot like Gandhi. There are some older people with me, we came from another village. As I open the door, Yury throws a spear at me. It misses.
Some time later, one of the older women that came with me is upset, but not because the attack. She went to a glass booth outside the village, trying to get a refund for the spear Yury threw at us, but the woman clerk didn't accept it. She came and complained to me while were still standing next to the door.
Somehow, that attack is unimportant, not even to me.
Notes:
It is very rare for people to have names in my dreams, especially people I don't know in real life.
I had two more tonight: one I forgot for now, and the other is pretty standard and must no be put in writing.

Random Rant: Work.

2006-02-07T18:28:00.000+02:00

Today at work I had to make four small rectangles on Word, print them out, cut them up, and paste them on our computers. I am so happy I went to the university. I am fulfilled.
At least it's relaxing my guilt over lazying around all day. It's a good thing I'm taking some time off.

The Arch Dream.

2006-01-25T18:59:00.000+02:00

Act I:
I'm at home, only it's first floor and bigger. I look outside through the shades. A few days ago people installed projectors in the neighborhood. Now they were working: the make holograms of clowns. There's a group of three clowns, and a group of two. One of the two is slightly bigger, and had better cloths. He is obviously the leader. The other four all looked the same and are, well, clowning. Many people, mostly kids, gather around them. Suddenly, the clowns were wearing small gas masks, and the four clowns had small pipes instead of their mouth. They shoot out clouds of gas that makes people faint in a second. The "leader" clown is walking (and rolling) between them. Hours later I looked outside again.
Note: There's a similar scene in Batman Returns.
I think that was a dream inside a dream. See:

Act II:
I wake up. In the dream, not really. It is 4:00. I'm on vacation, at a huge wood cabin. I want to write down the clown dream and go back to sleep. I take a pencil and a piece of paper, and sit next to a wood table. I'm going for a few minutes, leaving the paper. When I come back I see my mother washed half of the room and the table. My paper was wet and erased (That is actually possible. When it's we you can wipe the lead with your finger. try it!). I looked for someplace else, and another page. There's a shop in the center of town, where we are at the days, we're just sleeping at the cabin. I though about going there, but didn't. I took a small notepad from my brother. I went to a big room at the entrance, and sat at another table.
Suzi, a friend of mine, came there. She woke up and though she couldn't get back to sleep, so she wanted to go to the shop. I though it was dumb, so I hit her on the forehead. It was very weak, and she didn't understand was I was doing. She left.
My brother comes and sits next to me. He's trying to see what I'm doing, but he is looking for it on a plastic menu. I didn't write it there. My parents come, angry at something, not us. They all leave.
I look at the notepad I look. It's very narrow. It looks like many notepads attached together, each longer than the last, like stairs. I go trough it, it is full with my notes from my brother's
history class.

Notes!
I think the clown dream was just an excuse for the second one.
The second dream is this, just now! Me documenting my dreams.

An Oddball Couple.

2006-01-25T17:09:00.000+02:00

Another fruitful night. This one had two dreams, with two parts in each. Here goes:
A girl get a phone call, telling her she got the job. She is very exited, it's a good job with much responsibility. She calls my grandfather (age 91, btw), and tells him, he is very happy for her. The job has something to do with him. She is on the second floor of a large building, like a central bus station. She should go out, to floor one, but goes to floor three, where she meets my grandfather. Coincidence.
Part II:
I'm at a farm, with some small houses around. A crime happened here. There's a policeman and some local people, searching. We are standing on a plastic sheet, hanging a few centimeters above the ground. Beneath it there's processed ground, with lines of green plants. There are also keys from black keyboards scattered around. The policeman says there's no weapon. I see a butter knife sticking strait up from the ground, half buried, and say "Maybe This?". "Or this, or this?", pointing at many other such knives. I thought he was dumb.

Note: I'm going to write these at present tense from now on. "There were" is making me sick. :P

Not Stephen Hawking.

2006-01-25T03:36:00.000+02:00

I was near a building with a friend. It was far, maybe in America. We were waiting for a famous physicists who has ALS (like Stephen Hawking, but it wasn't him). This was all a part of my job, she just came along. Earlier we've seen his photo on his book, so we knew what he looks like. In the book, he looked handsome. We saw a man coming from a building. The man was obviously very large, with exceptionally long arms and legs. He was, however, very thin, and kept his long limbs bent and close to his body, so he didn't appear as tall as he was. The friend said it wasn't him, he didn't look like that on the book. I told her that with ALS, that is what he'd look like.
Then I was at a factory. It was very large and modern: standard steel and glass. The factory had many such buildings, but I was outside at a garden. A woman got into the factory area. I knew she was very important. She looked average, about 30. She wore a red suit, shirt and skirt. She was new at the factory. I didn't know exactly what she did, but I knew she was an outside consultant, maybe public relations. It was common knowledge she also had an health condition. She couldn't be around cigarette smoke, it was dangerous for her. Before she accepted the job, the factory banned smoking.
I was near the building again. Now it was a part of the factory. The woman walked to me and stopped. The physicists came from the building again, this time looking much better. He was still sick and walked slowly, but he was at normal size. He walked to me as well and held my arm, although there was a fence near him. It made me very uncomfortable. She started talking to him. I left after a short time.

Notes: I said almost nothing at this dream.
I don't know anyone in it, not even the friend from the first part.

Pretty, Lonely Dancer.

2006-01-22T05:24:00.000+02:00

I was at home, it was empty. No furniture, nothing on the walls.
There were twenty people dancing, switching partners every few minutes. The dances were very physical. Their faces were empty, blank. No emotion, no smile.
I walked slowly between them, watching. They ignored me.
There was a girl on the other side of the room, dancing alone. I looked at her. She was different. She wasn't smiling but she was happy. I don't dance, but I wanted to dance for her. She wouldn't dance with the others, they didn't even try. She looked in my eyes for one second, and looked away. I think she saw I was different too. It didn't matter, she wanted to be alone. It was sad.

Hello World. This is My Photo.

2006-01-20T23:24:00.000+02:00

Uploaded my photo. Took it today.
I never liked being photographed. I never liked the way I looked. That is, until just now.
I took some photos of my room. I was putting the camera back and thought "What else?". It was me.
I held it with the lens toward me. It's an odd way to hold a camera. I started making faces. It was a little scary: What if I hated the result?
But I didn't. To my surprise, I liked it. A lot. I think I came out pretty well.
The next step is to have someone else photograph me, with proper lighting and all. Maybe even focus...

Almost My Wedding.

2006-01-19T19:19:00.000+02:00

It was a few days before my wedding.
I was driving home with my family, and her family came too. I stayed out with two friends while everyone went up. Behind my building there was a big plastic table, with big piles of traffic signs, sorted by shape and color but not by sign. I stood on a chair and looked through the red circular signs for a good one to take. I though that I was leaving home after the wedding, but I could keep it there for a while (it was too big to carry for a long time). I made noise and the neighbors started to wake up so we ran away. I went home without my friends.
My future wife and her family were black. A big family, 8 people. They had neat hair and elegant clothes, were almost-rich, and paid for the whole wedding. They seem American, but they were Israeli and spoke Hebrew.
It's weird, but in the dream I loved her very much, and she loved me.
I remembered an argument between her parents and mine, one of many. This one was about the placement of the Chuppah. I could see it: It was a medium-size grass garden, with a particularly small roman theater. It had place for about 70 people, not more, and had a walking path through the middle. My parents wanted the chuppah to be near the center close to everyone. Her parents wanted it to a little be farther, so it looks better and more classy.
Everyone went to the kitchen except my brothers. My wife's baby sister, about 8 years old, came to me crying. I picked her up and hugged her, and asked "what is it sweetie? Is it because all the arguing?".
She answered it was because she was afraid of Passiflora.
(This is a good place to mention that I consider Passiflora, passion fruit, to be an Evil and Hellish fruit, and am generally against any use of it. As a joke, of course.)
There was another woman there. She was white, and also looked rich. I knew her and didn't like her. She was arrogant. She said that the Haifa Passiflora Center was the most beautiful one in Israel (I linked it with the Technion). I knew she never actually went there, and relied only on reputation. I ignored her.
I was still holding the girl, and started to comfort her. I made a joke about my brothers, and it worked and made her laugh, but insulted them. I apologized to my young brother and my sister, and put the girl on the floor.
Some time later, me and my future wife became one. Not sex. We had one body. At first it was very difficult to function, even to do the simplest thing. Everything was different.
No one noticed. They were too busy with the preparations.

Notes:
I am single.
Besides my family, I don't know anyone from this dream.

Second Dream: Junior High School Bloodshed.

2006-01-14T12:04:00.000+02:00

I was in my sister's class, visiting. I met her, and was on my way out. The teacher in the class was one of my old school teachers, from fifth and sixth grades. When I started to look for the door she said "You see kids, good pupils who like their teachers come back to visit", which was wrong. I came for my sister. I didn't care about that.
I was facing the blackboard. There was a door on my left, but it was a large porch with a few school stuff. The real door was on my right behind me. I went there, but there was a student's table blocking it, so I asked him to move. He didn't mind, but couldn't because of the student in front of him: he was sitting far behind his table and blocked him. I looked at the first door again.
I asked the second kid to move, he refused. I asked again, and said he had a lot of space to move. He got mad, jumped up, started shouting and pulled a gun at me. I knew he was planning to shoot the other kids, like in America. I had a gun. My gun was very small, but his was even smaller.
I shot him in the chest.
There was another kid with him, who didn't have a gun and disappeared after I shouted at him a little.
The first kid was on the floor, reaching for his gun and wallet. I took them quickly. He was laying on the floor, but I knew he was a threat. I wanted to shoot him again, but had no bullets. I shot him with his gun. Then I grabbed a chair and hit him, and kicked him once. He was alive, but beaten.
My sister wasn't there anymore, she was safe.

A few notes: my sister is 13. Those kids were smaller than me, but not 13. They were about 15-17.
I never have dreams like that. never. My friend said she has them all the time, so maybe it's ok. I'm pretty worried though.
To my defense: I was helping the kids in class. He wanted to shoot them. It's still not a reason to shoot a man with his own gun while he's down, even if I didn't kill him.
Disturbing dream.
One more thing: don't even get me started on that 'small gun' thing. Nope. Nothing. Not a thought.

Bathroom Fireman

2006-01-14T10:23:00.000+02:00

Good morning.
Tonight was very productive. I clearly remember three dreams. Here's the first:

I went to the bathroom. It was evening, with little light outside. I had three piles of clothes with me, two small and one big, and I've placed them all on the floor. I took my pants off (that's usually the first thing I do when I want to reuse them). I wanted to start shaving.
Suddenly, the tap in the bath caught fire. I turned the shower on, and put it out. Then, something even stranger started to happen: Every 20 seconds I started to see orange light on one of the piles. The orange light came from the direction door (closed, of course), and was about an inch from the floor. After a few seconds lit, the cloths also caught small fires, which I had to put out. This happened many times, and once a small fire appeared on the wall. Neither the clothes or the floor get wet when I washed them.
I wore my pants and got outside, wanting to warn everyone. I realized I wouldn't sleep much that night.

Ok, pretty boring. The next one is much more interesting, but the third will be censored. Sorry.

Munich

2006-01-13T11:07:00.000+02:00

This one was also at work, but very different. This time I was in a bus with friends. We were coming back after a long night, at around 10:00 in the morning.
We almost reached where we were staying, and the bus stopped. Some people (mostly girls) left the bus. They had to do something. The rest of us already did it so we stayed at the bus. I knew I already did it many times. We drove a few more meters and stopped.
Now, here's the odd part:
A beard man wearing a red cap came near the bus holding a small sign that said, in English, "I've finished. It's now.". That man was Steven Spielberg. He wanted to make a special presentation of Munich for us. I remembered that in the past, from time to time, he came to the bus with different signs, like "I'm not ready", "Not yet" or "I'm working on it".
People started to walk after him and I wanted to go too, but I was too tired to put on my full outfit (I was dressed properly, I needed to put a tag and my ranks). Also, I wasn't sure I had the right to wear them where I was.

This was two night ago, one night after the last one.

First Entry, First Dream.

2006-01-12T17:40:00.000+02:00

I've had this dream two nights ago.
There was a work convention in a green forest with blue sky.
Then, everyone went back. I went with them but I was alone. I went through somewhere white, and got to a red place.
I looked back and saw a red desert, with brown rocks. I realized I was in Mars. In front of me there was a line where the red stopped, and everything was white again. It was the Moon. I just got there, but everyone were already comings back. I started to walk back to the Moon.
The moon was dark. There were big white trees. There was strange lighting: I could see the dark ground and bottom of the white trees, but not their tops. They were fading to a black night, without stars. Between some of the trees I saw white nets, like big hammocks. Parallel to the ground and about chest high.
Now everyone were driving back to Earth. They were driving white Kangoos. I knew they wouldn't care about me and run over me if I was in their way, so I stood behind large trees.
I started to run, still away from the paths and still forward to Earth. There were still cars around me, but I felt safe. I jumped. Since I were on the moon, I jumped far and high. I wasn't scared. I knew I'll be fine even if I'd miss the nets.
Just before I came down, I was woke up.