Elon Musk fears for his life everywhere he goes. (dream)

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DREAM 

I'm watching Elon Musk as he does ordinary, everyday things like go to the cheese aisle of the grocery store, or drive to Walmart. Everywhere he goes, while doing everything he does, and even while traveling with a crew, he's afraid of being shot. 

INTERPRETATION

I think this is a projection of my own fear as I go about my life doing everyday kinds of things. But I think the dream also points out that no one, no matter how rich, is safe if there are neglected corners of the world in which people are suffering. We live in an interconnected universe. 

Then again, Elon Musk certainly doesn't put himself in danger by driving himself to the grocery store to buy cheese. Or if he does, I'm shocked that he doesn't value his time more. I can get groceries shipped straight to my home. 

Visiting a giant hippie house. (dream)

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DREAM

I show up one night at a huge, home-like building lit with incandescent bulbs to meet with a friend. He's found the people he wants to dedicate at least the next several years of his life to: they're right here in this building all around us. I find him at one end of the building, and he greets me enthusiastically. He looks so happy to be here. 

We walk through the building, and he seems so passionate about the place. I meet with another friend, and we go off together to explore the place. There are cafes, stores, booths that sell crafts, and places to sit and talk. There's art on the walls. All around us, people are having interesting conversations--mostly philosophical in nature. Some of these conversations contain controversial content. But although it's uncomfortable sometimes, it's also fresh and on the cutting-edge of modern thought. 

A girl with pink hair comes up to me and my friends and seems like she's going to get in my face about something that really doesn't have much to do with her, and I'm intimidated, but she doesn't end up doing much but flash her attitude. 

INTERPRETATION

I discussed this dream with the friend in it, and he helped me realize that this dream is probably about the motorcycle violence inflicted on my car not too long ago. Because of that incident, I've been really considering just how badly I want to leave the house to get a cup of coffee. I associate all this hippie stuff like what was in the building in the dream when I think of my coffee shop habit. There's a little bit of danger when I decide to go out to this kind of place (the girl getting in my face in the dream and the motorcyclist in real life). 

Although it's tempting, I cannot allow myself to live in fear of leaving my house. Although there are always risks, it's not a war zone where I live--thankfully. A lot of the world is an actual war zone right now, which is tragic, and I'm very sorry it's happening. But I, personally, have a lot of freedom right now, and a pretty reasonable amount of safety, and it would be very sad not to appreciate and exercise that freedom while it's available. Because unfortunately, it's not available to everyone, and it's not guaranteed. 

Making cookies for school. (dream)

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DREAM

I go to work at a restaurant, and I'm very, very interested in the customers' opinions about things, even though it gets busy. I duck my head into the kitchen and when I come out, the dining area is exploding with customers. 

Then, I'm taking a class in which I have to bake cookies. I start off assembling some perfect lavender cookies for the morning round. But I have a second, later round to assemble too. I go through the pantry to see what kind of ingredients I have for a different type of cookie. I take out some things and start to think that I might be able to do some kind of "Western" themed cookie, but then I realize that I'm missing some ingredients, and the chocolate chips I have aren't enough. 

But I'm dreading leaving the house. I'm torn between really wanting to please the class, and wanting to say at home.

INTERPRETATION

I think the restaurant part of the dream is about how I went to a comedy show the other day, and I was really, really interested in observing the audience's reactions to the comedians. Something about it was fascinating, and wild, and unpredictable to me. I never knew quite how they would respond, and I really wanted to know how they felt and what they were thinking.

Then, I think the second part of the dream with the cookies is about how I'm struggling to muster up the strength and courage to leave my house lately. Because not long ago, I was leaving a coffee shop parking lot area, and I took a turn onto a street. This pair of speeding motorcycles came up behind me, and were angry because they thought I was too slow to accelerate from my turn. So after honking a bunch, they drove up beside me, and one of them started smashing his fist into the front of my car while we were driving. I laid on the horn until he stopped and sped away with his friend. 

I called the police, and I think if they really, truly wanted to catch these guys, they might be able to, because I believe there are cameras on all the main street intersections, but I just don't think they have the time and resources to spend on an event in which there was no physical harm (aside from a few, shallow dents in my old car). 

But this event has left me frazzled. I'm getting back into meditating because of it, which, I suppose, is turning lemons into lemonade. 

Meandering through Costco. (dream)

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First, I dream about Star Trek TOS. And it's all very clear and orderly, and the storyline is linear and makes sense. We're in the later renditions of the uniforms (from the movies). It's the perfect kind of dream to write about.

Then I fall asleep and forget all about it. 

Then I dream about going through Costco to give a young boy practice with getting someone to get a goldfish out of a fish tank. The young boy develops a crush on me at some point during my Costco meanderings, and expresses it in annoyingly immature ways. 

But by the time I get serious about getting the little boy his goldfish, the father and everyone else is critical of how I felt that my mind was on other things that I needed to explore before getting the goldfish. 

A man stands beside the goldfish pool. The goldfish he's gotten out for me is the size of a grizzly bear. It takes two people to move it out of a tub when I reject it for the smaller black moor goldfish.

INTERPRETATION  

I think the criticism of the father and the rest of the crew about my Costco meanderings is how critical I am of myself for getting distracted by other things while studying. I often wish I could just order myself to sit and study for a couple hours without the interventions of videos, and coffee, but I generally can't. I need a lot of breaks. 

I've started using the Pomodoro Technique to tackle a book I have to read and write about in a couple days, and that's actually been working surprisingly well with my meandering mind. But I do take bigger breaks than just 5 minutes. Switching tasks altogether tends to be more refreshing than just taking a 5 minute phone break.