tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2973095kalibexkalibexkalibex2018-02-16T12:30:49Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2973095:958945Dreams 02/16/20182018-02-16T12:30:49Z2018-02-16T12:30:49Zpublic0Spent some time in a lab. At first I was just looking around, as I didn't know where to go / what to do. Then one guy who reminded me of a former colleague - but more of a lab neighbor - called me over. I said (literally): "What you want??" Whereupon he seemed slightly Amused. Turned out they were going to have me do some lab manager type stuff (including making up this solution that they were going to show me how to do).<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Some other interior wandering dreams; just not enough good recall for details. that annoying sense of a glimpse, but can't cohere it.<br type="_moz" /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kalibex&ditemid=958945" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2973095:954073Dreams 10/08/20172017-11-08T10:37:43Z2017-11-08T10:37:43Zpublic0Interior wanderings dream (though possibly travel dreams before that).<br /><br />Found myself in a 'Lab', which I thought was one of the labs I worked in before. Someone who looked like/reminded me of a former boss (he seemed very good natured, which may have led me to conclude he was a specific boss) handed me a clinical sample in a test or culture tube; he'd had some idea for some research or an experiment, briefly considered what samples he'd have to obtain, but suddenly took a bit from someone else's rack of samples (as if he'd been sitting there, talking with colleagues), as if he wanted to just try a preliminary assay and a bit of one of their samples was good enough. He handed it to me, apparently with this assumption that of course I was working for him again. Bemused, but in the usual fuzzy-headed stupor I seem to always be in in these types of dreams, I took it and proceeded to wander allll over the 'Lab', looking for a place to store it (usually this type of thing needs to be stored at 4 degrees celsius, i.e., in a fridge). As I went I was trying to label the sample with enough information to be able to recognize/find it again, since we were using someone else's rack to store it in. (I knew next to nothing of the lab, whose it was, and precisely where things were.) I also felt like a Bad lab worker because while he'd had gloves on, I hadn't. This was a clinical sample; you were <em><strong>supposed</strong></em> to have gloves on when handling these (though no one scolded me for such an obvious lab faux pas). The I saw a sign that mad me thing this was the 'Eames' Lab. I also found that the design of the building seemed to be that instead of discrete floors with stairs, the building gently sloped upwards, in a slow spiral, as I suddenly, as a result of my continua wanderings, found myself on the 3rd floor, below the one i'd 'started' on. So I turned back.<br /><br />I continue to wander around, seeing other people in passing (grad students or post Docs, I resumed), may of whom looked...Asian. {suspicious sidelong look}. At one point, I paused, seeing what looked to me like clips from the upcoming Star Wars movie. Except these couldn't be; they included a young Anakin Skywalker, and a still-young Princess Leia, who was rocking one of her kick-@ss disguises/costumes, but a new, hitherto unseen one. I know what you're thinking: Well, durrr, must've actually been one of the Prequels. Maybe, but I thought it was New. These clips may have been on my 'phone', or maybe also on a screen. Unclear.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Spent time in an interior; one of my 'brothers' the younger of the two for a change, was there. Seemed to just be an interior living space. At one point, after having spent some time hanging out there, I saw, against one wall, what looked like a pile of food, jumbled on the floor. It was as if a small fridge (?) had been taken apart and all the food stored there just dumped out on the floor near it. This disturbed me; I complained to someone else (female?) who had appeared in the living space that if the landlords or someone had done this, I'd have cleaned the food/mess up if I'd known. (I was most annoyed that I had't noticed the event, whatever it was, happen.)<br type="_moz" /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kalibex&ditemid=954073" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2973095:952808Dreams 10/25/20172017-10-25T09:33:18Z2017-10-25T09:33:18Zpublic0Bunch of dreamage. <br /><br />Internal wanderings. Spent some time in a lab, sneaking around a bit, mostly hoping not to be seen by some other lab workers nearby. I think someone (female) eventually came 'round, but I wasn't as made anxious by that as I had assumed I would be.<br /><br />Seemed to work on some kind of creative project. Went into what I thought was a store, as if to get some part I needed for it. While there, a guy seemed very happy to see me. I was a bit self conscious about it, but after I left, suddenly found myself making an excuse to come back again. I argued a bit with myself: 'You're only doing this because the guy was happy to see you! You're using him!' But in the end, went back. Apparently I liked that he'd liked seeing me. But I was still embarrassed, so I slunk in, semi-hoping to not quite see him. Instead, a woman was stood there, sort of beaming at me. (This may have been projection of feeling, ore than literal 'beaming'.)<br /><br />Was wandering about. Went into what I thought might be a bathroom area, then decided it must be a locker room for visiting athletes (at the place I work). Except that I couldn't find bathroom stalls, but instead, many small alcoves with fancy patterned (red & orange paisley IIRC) curtains and little beds in them. Again, sensed or heard someone nearby and got that 'I'm not supposed to be here!' anxiety.<br /><br />Was in some interior space with a large window. Saw or looked at something similar to solid anti-deodorant, then saw, though more as a series of images like film frames, the moon, moving across my line of sight/the horizon, from right to left. I proceeded to sort of lose it and exclaim repeatedly to this tallish guy stood to my right:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>That's not supposed to happen<br />That's not supposed to happen<br />That's not supposed to happen<br />That's not supposed to happen<br />That's not supposed to happen</em></div><br />I think I was trying to impress upon him that what I had just 'seen' was extremely Disturbing to me, as it was the moon moving either much too quickly, or in the 'wrong' direction or something like that. It was unnatural and it meant something really Bad and Wrong must be going on. <br /><br type="_moz" /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kalibex&ditemid=952808" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2973095:942008Dreams 07/05/20172017-07-05T11:56:26Z2017-07-05T11:56:26Zpublic0Interior Wanderings. Got into an elevator in a building, going up to what I thought was my job. However, it was a 'laboratory', not my current job at all. Got the impression, possibly from some of the other people who were about, that I may have been going up 'early', but still went up. It might have been my 'first day'. I began my usual confused, vaguely anxious wanderings, feeling that I was already behind schedule, that I really needed to get going, get work done, stay organized, and so, keep up with my boss's expectations. Except, I was having trouble even finding our lab bay, as I was wandering the usual laboratory complex labyrinth. Also, fairly as usual, I didn't think to ask bystanders exactly where it was I needed to go to get back to our area, possibly as that would twig them to the fact that I wasn't in complete control and knew what I was doing...? (Imposter Syndrome, apparently, writ large.)<br /><br />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...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />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™.<br type="_moz" /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kalibex&ditemid=942008" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments