We went out, and (assuming this sequence was continuous) there seemed to be a lot of people hanging about outside. In fact, seemed to be a large party, or at least there was that atmosphere.
At one point felt I was talking to a pair, one female who reminded me of (i.e., I thought she was) a friend from my Boston past whom I fell out of touch with in intervening years, and some guy. Though she also could feel or perhaps seem like an alternate person/character. Or else, as I awoke and assembled dream details, this person reminded of more than one person. Anyway, she seemed eager to talk to me, and wanted especially to know something about me, but actually about my parents, maybe my dad - but I think, their/his political beliefs. And I recall thinking to myself that this would be me explaining the difference between my dad and I, that we didn't share certain basic beliefs right now. EitherI didn't want her to misunderstand what I was about, but I felt that the difference between us needed to be emphasized.
I may have gone into another interior, or just wandered off a bit at one point, but felt I needed to get back to that couple. While elsewhere, saw a woman saying something, perhaps explaining about some terrain that was nearby, yet it may be you had to be on a special group tour type of thing, to go over there. Wasn't clear there may have been a specific thype of vehicle that would take people there or across it, May have been bouldery or otherwise not a smooth traveling area. Mountain or Glacier-related? Not sure.
This was about when I especially strongly got that 'party' or outside gathering impression. General sense of people hanging around outside, a few kids running about the fringes, etc.
I ended up eventually inside an interior again (again, not sure if continuous). There seemed to be a prep going on for an event, something big. My 'friend' from earlier seemed to be there; she told me (quietly but with satisfaction) that she'd been asked to read something, maybe some part of the ceremony of what I got the impression was similar to a marriage or a hand fasting. She seemed pretty chuffed to be asked to do that, sort of a "How cool, huh?" impression from her. This also may have been her way of letting me know she would be busy (and maybe couldn't spend as much time with me right then). People may have already been there, or maybe they had yet to arrive; not clear.
I wandered across this large interior space and noticed this guy fiddling with something, some piece of equipment. A large glass lens may have been involved. Concerned that he was trying to go usurp the space (perhaps to show something, like a slide show?) and start doing something right before this big celebratory event, I kind of warned him off. He may have been (quietly) Amused about that. At that point, I then considered that he may actually have been completely involved in the upcoming event.
Still loitering about, I saw a little cube on the floor. This seemed to have a computer-type connection (similar to an ethernet port) but also a little area where, when it was working properly, or properly 'on', held a little blue 'flame' like a gas pilot light. Dunno if this was something that guy was going to use, something someone else would need, or just something I stumbled across. (Might even be that I was told to go look at it to get me out of certain people's hair...)
Al I know is upon awakening, recalling seeing that rocky or bouldery or mountainy area, my mind immediately thought, suspiciously...."Huldenfolk...?"
Another 'preview' seemed to be of a different group, this one of kids. They were hiding, then one dislodged something, made a noise, and winced (as if so tired or running...AGAIN), as they heard, way off, the sound of apparently renewed pursuit.
Went down and out to find him, and found him being attacked (in a slow way) by another cat. Chased the other cat off him and was preparing to pick him up and take him inside. Said to myself in a self-congratulatory way,"This is why we get them their rabies shots!!"
I headed back and at some point felt I'd found my mom, but she was standing doing something on a little stage with two other women, and also she kind of looked more like Hilary Clinton (!!) at that moment. I expressed guilt over being late getting back, and tried to get a clear answer from her; had I missed the audience? Didn't get a clear answer by the time the alarm woke me up.
As the group came down and around me, I saw that a workplace co-worker (my workplace's CIO, who shares space with the library operations) was one of the people coming down. I also noticed the on-going conversation which included the CIO's opinion that this was a nice little plot of land; would make a nice little farm if it were managed that way (it never was a proper little farm though there was gardening and chickens when I was growing up). We were suddenly all also sampling cheese and thin, lacey crackers, I think. Almost as if a preview of what could be done with the place. Products that could be created and sold.
The trespassers had been sorted, I suddenly noticed - they were gone, but the cut up tree trunk was there. Not sure what the outcome was -whether they left and we kept the tree for it being felled on our side, whether they would come back later and take part or all of the trunk, or whether hey'd just outright been run off.
Though we never met in person, he'd been a followed friend since early in the Internet era, in the mid-nineties, with much fun having been had with the Doctor Who fan gang in #drwhochat, the IRC channel he'd founded. We were an eclectic, diverse bunch, and very open and accepting, all with a love of Doctor Who in common.
While I haven't followed the fortunes of all the regulars from there since IRC stopped being a Thing, I did keep in touch with a number of them, including some who made the migration to Face Book, as George had.
George Solana (Drake online) didn't get out; by that I mean that over the years, while he met at least a couple of the IRC gang when they were able to drop by and visit him in Florida, he never got out to meet the majority of the denizens from #drwhochat in person.
Even so, the salutatory effect that his creation of #drwhochat, a sort of virtual Doctor Who-themed Callahan's Crosstime Saloon, had on many of his fellow fans cannot be understated.
You done good, Dragon. Thanks for creating the place that helped hold all that fellowship and all those memories.
Virtual though you remained to most of us...your presence *will* be missed.
A bit later, was with a woman, could have reminded me of a local friend or a Boston acquaintance, not sure which. We might have been outside or outside in a vehicle about to road-trip somewhere; not clear.
Definitely a low blood sugar period this morning.
Somewhat unusually, this time, a man, who appeared to be my boss, approached and interacted with me directly. Also less usually, he was black (I recall inside noting that this was the 1st time I'd had a person of color as a boss). He crouched or briefly knelt down (I also noted this action as...different than the usual), and expressed to me (not necessarily verbally) a combination of the following: He was my 'boss' (or possibly - I was the person who had come to work with/for him)/Welcome/He seemed glad to see that I was aware of how the work being done there could be difficult/challenging/important. Looking back at it, it was almost as if he were trying to make me feel better (or less bad) about my anxiety about the 'work'. Or possibly, to 'normalize' my anxiety (but so I wouldn't feel anxious about feeling anxious - if that makes sense). Perhaps an attempt to compliment me for caring so much or something. I had automatically lowered myself a bit so we were both doing the same crouch or kneeling move, but as he got up again, I did so also, but, missing that familiar gesture of handshake, kind of automatically reached for his hand to shake it. On the order of 'Where's my handshake? There's supposed to be a handshake.' He gave off an impression of not expecting that, but went along with it (i.e., didn't protest or pull away) as we got up. Then he continued forward on his way and I went forward on my way, still worrying...
* * *
After an early morning waking/pitstop, slept and dreamt again. This time, was in a complex that felt to my more like my current workplace (possibly due to feeling like my (female) boss was around). I was poking through some clothing, trying some of it on, I think - not my usual workplace duty. I got the impression that I was told some of it had my mother's...though I started to twig to the fact that might not have been the case, as some sandals (bright bue-green, with ties that you would wind around your ankles) that I tried seemed to fit me - and we didn't have the same size feet. Another item, a little jacket or shirt hitting at the waistline in back but with some longer points coming down in front, seemed to be a double-cloth, reversible item - beige or taupe/blue-green. Needless to say, none of it was anything that I recall that my mother had worn in Real Life™.
* * *
Wandering in a suburban area; seemed to be wandering around with a local friend. Impression that we had somehow been on a 'highway', then took an 'exit' to a specific area. Thing was, we seemed to be just walking around.
So the question becomes...'where' or 'when' am I in these dreamscapes...that I appear, when I look back... to be functioning as the technical equivalent of a 'child'...?
* * *
Felt I was at the home I grew up in, that my dad and eldest brother were there. I paused in the room that used to be my parents' bedroom; it seemed to have my eldest brother in residence. I could hear or sense them chatting in the kitchen downstairs; I noted (with disapproval) that a red lamp, something hung up (in a jury-rigged way; it could be used as a table lamp, but there was a hole drilled this handle it had coming off one side, so that it could be screwed up to the wall if desired) to one side of the bed, had been left on in the daytime, and so, shut it off preparatory to going back downstairs. (This lamp IRL has been used in other rooms; don't recall it ever being used in a bedroom, but hey; who knows?)
In one, some of us seemed to be in some weird, run-down cellar or basement area. We left it, but I returned a bit later. In another, I may have returned to a location we'd also left, but this time, paid much more attention to these two little creatures, whom I seemed to interact with, possibly 'tame' in some way. They may have hid in some..'.aluminum foil'...but were wont to fly about; I may have held them and/or fed them something; that seemed to habituate them to me somewhat. A woman, I guess part of that extended group, also stopped back by the location, and noted what I'd done, looking at the creatures herself. A bit later, I saw someone coming up a road on a hillside, as if he were on some kind of skateboard (but a hill so steep that he might not have been self-propelling)...
In passing, saw my mom and dad, sitting, spending quiet time together. (That may be all they wanted - to just be next to each other - where nothing more needed to be said or done.)
* * *
Had a bus ride where the driver at one point got out, and the bus went on a bit without him, though it came calmly to a stop (in a field). I (and it seemed to me, others on the bus) sat there bemused for a bit. I had baggage (like a rucksack), but this specific spot wasn't my destination. I looked at a couple of other passengers (guys) with that "Really?! The dude just let it go on without him driving it?" look and they seemed to commiserate back at me in agreement, that sense of "I know, right??" (not necessarily verbally.) A couple of young women got off, and I saw them stood at the side in the field, as if gathering themselves before setting off, and I thought to myself with a mite of indignation, "I don't blame them." Presently the driver returned, not at all embarrassed by his actions. The bus might have been about to continue on at that point; not sure whether I stayed on or got off also.
* * *
I approached a female in an interior, which felt school-like. The woman felt as if she were a professor's GA or TA, and I seemed to be offering to take an examination - though it's not clear I'd taken the course. I might have volunteered to take the exam (which may possibly have been a bit more like a research study process) just to see if I happened by pure chance to know enough to 'pass'. I expressed that to her and she agreed to it. The exam process involved some prompting from her, but part of it let the person taking it involve materials that the others in the class had probably brought with them. So I had to hurry back to my room and fetch a print of a tiger (and possibly other things as well). Off I hurried, heading to an elevator into which two young women were also getting. Just before that, noticed two males who seemed to have bruises on their faces (?) stood off to the side. Got off a floor (and a half?) above my correct floor as I got distracted and got off when the two young women did. But I knew I could just walk over to where two separate buildings connected and go down a few steps, which I did.
Alarm woke me before I got to my destination.