Snake-Charmed Lawyer

I typed this up immediately after waking up the next morning, but made a billion typos and never published it. I don't know if I finished typing it all up or not, but I went through and fixed the typos (and made it into full sentences as best I could) so here's what it ended up as. It was three full dreams.

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I was at Mcdonald's with my friend and her parents. I had left my wallet at home, and people kept cutting in front of me. They served fried chicken.

In the dream I worked at a law firm, and I was the third Charmed One along with Piper and Phoebe.

I was put on an assignment to travel from somewhere to school, and I drove a cart. There were some people with me, though I don't remember who they were; we drove through the streets and I thought I could find the way from where we were but I got lost in the neighborhood. Everything started going crazy—all sorts of animals began attacking everyone, including dogs, sheep, cows, tigers, cats, etc. We had to drive around with the cart dodging animals till we could find the school.

Finally, we found the school (law firm) and went inside. There was a tall guy with short black shaved hair, pale skin, and wide eyes with deep sockets...he looked so familiar, like I knew him from somewhere in life, and I'm pretty sure I really did know this guy somewhere. I bumped into him in the hall. He was mean and tried to fight and argue, but I just kept going. Went down the hall to where Piper was...sort of like a hospital room, but she could walk around, though I'm not sure what she was in for. Gave her a drink and went to the other side of the firm to find Phoebe. Tall guy tried to pick a fight again and threatened to kill me.

In the last room on that floor, I found Phoebe with our mentor. He was very cute, slightly older, shortish light brown hair, and looked wise. While he was sitting at his computer, I told him the story of what had happened that day, of the tall man and his attitude, and he said he'd help. He was working on a story for Phoebe, looking into the activities of her ex. I glanced down the hall through the crack where the door was still open and saw the tall man looking around all shifty-like, then he leaned forward as another man leans out of a doorway and kisses him. I started laughing, because I could use that against him around the office to make him leave me alone, since he didn't seem to want anyone to know.

I decided to go take some things down to my truck (as a way to leave Phoebe and our mentor for a few minutes so they wouldn't know why I was laughing). As I walked down the stairs at the front of the building, the tall man was walking up; he walked close to me and tried to trip me. I saw it coming though and managed to sidestep, but my balance was shaky. I reached out to center myself and grabbed the back of the tall man's jacket.  He continued to try shoving me down the stairs, no longer acting like an accident, but I held my balance and he ended up tumbling backward down the center, head first, colliding with the cement landing below. I walked past, glad it wasn't me but a little worried hoping I didn't kill him. He got up with a very pissed-off look on his face (pissed off but oddly emotionless) and walked inside the building.

I went to my truck and dropped some stuff off, but as I went toward building again, Phoebe shouts at me out the window. Apparently she found a picture of her hubby with another woman, from the last time we visited Utah...? Confused, I began heading back inside the building, and I went up with Phoebe and our mentor. At this time, her problem was mostly solved for now, so our mentor continued to work on my issue after I told him about the attempted murder right out front. What a great mentor!

Ready to leave for the day, groups of people were heading out front. Piper and Phoebe were going to meet me at my truck to go home. We walked with a large group. I'm almost by my truck when I see the tall man walk out a few people ahead of me...and of course right then, the crowd slows to a stop from heavy traffic. I'm not sure if the tall man sees me or not.

He looks very angry all of a sudden, very dark, then without warning pulls out his pen and stabs the person in front of him in the back of the neck. He turns to the next person beside him and stabs them as well.

I don't know why I didn't get in my truck. Instead I go to run past some people to my right, but he sees me and pushes me down. I fall against the building and turn over and he is right on top of me with the pen gripped tightly in his white knuckles, his arm tense, holding it just inches from my face. I can see the blood dripping from the end of the pen when I see that he didn't even click it; the pen is still retracted and hes been stabbing people with a blunt hole at the end of the pen. He looks extremely scary as he goes to stab my neck. I catch his arm but I can still feel the pain of the pressure against my throat. I tell him desperately that I know his secret, though I'm not sure why I thought that would help, because he gets completely enraged and tries to stab me again. I tell him if he stabs me, I'll tell everyone his secret.

Not sure how I got out of that one; someone must have saved me. But I lived somehow.

***

In the next dream, I wasn't actually there. Instead I was watching Captain Jack, sailing the high seas. He comes across a ship being attacked by other pirates and decides to check it out. One of the pirates was a woman that he knew.

He went to grab a headband piece he saw, but the woman pirate took it first and told him no, he couldn't have it. He asked why, and she said simply because she liked it, but he knew it had some sort of magical property and was important.

They went back to her ship, where she seemed to think she had Jack as a prisoner, though he was free to walk about. She was doing a load of laundry on board and Jack said she should wash her new headband. He started going down the list of things she was washing or should wash, naming her pants, shirt, bra, vest, and finally headpiece and tossed it into the washer.

He started doing that thing that Captain Jack does best, wandering the room talking somewhat aimlessly, eventually coming full circle to stab the ceiling and swing around on the blade over the washer, grabbing the headpiece from inside as he went. At some point there was a strange scene of him washing part of his own pants or something; they were thick and white but had a big dirt stain on the back. He put a cleaner on it and rubbed it in, but it ate through the clothing and he started pulling fibers off of it, even though it did take out the dirt, too.

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At another point, we're driving to go to a nice vacation spot. I don't remember who was driving, but there were two cars. I think my kids were in the car, too. I wasn't strapped in at first but then we started going around narrow cliff sides and across flimsy wooden bridges, and as beautiful as it all looked out there, we were very high up in the mountains and I didn't want to die if the truck slipped, so I strapped myself in and tried to ignore how close to the edge the tires were coming.

We eventually made it to a beautiful hotel type place, with sparkling pools of crystal clear blue water, and gorgeous water plants, with lots of vegetation around the edges. Each pool had a door leading inside the lavish hotel. There were even gift shops and stuff.

An old friend of mine was there (we're not friends anymore), and I was showing her some of the magical gifts they had, like rock sets and a small crystal egg thing with a voice recording that sounded like our magic school teacher doing a guided meditation.

We even saw a live snake with black-and-red stripes—there may have been other colors too but I remember black and red. He was just swimming along the top of the water of the pool we were at, away from us near the wall of the pool (all the pools were held in naturally by natural rock formations).

There was a couple beside us with a little boy—he was a baby but he was very big for his age—and the dad was holding him but asked me to put my hand on the kid's head. I did so and then the dad took his free hand to brush the boy's hair. Apparently the kid wouldn't let anyone but a stranger touch his hair, which is why he needed me to distract him so the kid would think I was brushing his hair even though it was really the dad doing it.

We go inside and the president is there. Not sure what he was the president of. He was worried because the snake had come inside the hotel into the room we were in. The room was dark and filled with rich, carved trim and soft furniture and expensive showpieces and art. There were many many doors around the room, and they were all dark, but one was painted red. He said it was red to mark that it was the door the snake came in at, and it was propped open slightly to try to lead the snake back out, but he wouldn't go.

I grabbed two nearby pool sticks and put one under the head of the snake and one under the body to try to carry him. Although I got to the door, it wasn't open enough, so I had to manage. Eventually I got him outside without being bitten.

But then he was in one of the pretty pools, and I was worried he'd bite someone anyway. I watched as he went in another door, which led to a library. The library was empty and very dark; it had windows with long slender blinds over them and they were open just enough to see through the slits to a dark and rainy moonlit night. Which is crazy, because it was just bright daylight out not long earlier.

I managed to use the pool sticks on the snake again, though he didn't like it. It was more of a struggle and I had to start using them like chopsticks, holding the snakes head still. I managed to get him out a window, but it was like I could talk to it now, and I heard it exclaim how excited he was when he found his way into someone's house right next door. He was in their kitchen and I was trying to tell him he shouldn/t be there, but what could I do? He was happy.

Attack of the Mayhem Man

This dream was insane. And vivid. You know the guy from the car insurance commericals, who acts like various disasters that could ruin your vehicle, calls himself "Mayhem"? He was in my dream, also causing Mayhem. And destroying life as I knew it.

I was at home with my boys. Standing on the front porch looking down the driveway, I see a car by the mailbox that is just sitting there. I start to go down the driveway to check it out. As I pass by the lake, I see some people fishing (I guess we knew they were there, because I didn't question it) and our lawyer was there too. When I finally reach the mailbox, the car has changed from white to green, and there is a man next to our gate with his back to me. He hears me coming and turns around... and it's the Mayhem man!

He says his name is Duke, and that he's looking for somewhere to hold an animal adoption drive of some sort. Despite my attempts to decline his offer to hold it at my house, he pushes past me and finds a sign up just inside my gate. I don't know if he put the sign there, or simply began altering one that he put up, but before I knew it there was a sign talking about puppies and cute lonely kittens. I didn't realize at the time that it was a cleverly designed trap.

While I was following Duke and trying to stop him from putting up his sign, I was being distracted by two french women. They were fashion models or designers, and they definitely looked the part. They had on tight dark jeans, shirts that only had one sleeve and hung at angles around their waists, their hair was cut short and layered, and their eye makeup was smoky and seductive. Unfortunately, they were very mean. I was simply wearing dark jeans, cowgirl boots, and a 3/4 wide-sleeve brown sweater I wear often. Apparently they were judging my sense of style, and I was failing. They were walking around me in circles with distasteful looks on their faces, talking between each other as if I wasn't even there. They did eventually go away, but only because it seemed like the adoption drive was all set up and ready for guests.

People started arriving. No one went past the lake though, luckily, so even though it was held on our property the guests stayed away from the house. There were lots of people, and they all looked rich--some of them even looked familiar, as if I had seen them on TV or something. Duke stepped forward out of the crowd... and Mayhem ensued.

Everyone started dying. It was like they were all being tortured, and that they were slowly dying in ways similar to whatever movies or shows they had acted in. They all died in ways they knew, in ways they had pretended to die. It was bloody, gory, and downright terrifying... and all during a beautiful, bright, cloudless, perfect summer day. Duke was dancing among them, laughing and touching their shoulders and heads, where worse maladies spread from his fingertips like wildfire. The worst part was that their screams were muffled, and what I heard clearly were their pleas. The words they spoke rather than moaned. The cries for help that they vocalized rather than squealed.

I was safe, though. No injury or illness took me. But I did have a woman fall over me, and I knew I had to try to help her. She looked vaguely similar to Angelina Jolie, but much younger. Her skin was turning inky black, and as it did so it was killing her. It would begin at her hands, and as it went down her arms her hands would shrink and take shape of simply black balls on the ends of black wrists, till all that was left was black stubs as it traveled towards her shoulders. The irony lay in the fact that from a distance, she appeared to be wearing sparkly black arm-length gloves, and the twisting and turning she was doing in agony seemed like an exotic dance. Anyone who drove by would simply think we were having an excentric party for the rich and famous. The deaths and torture were beautifully mortifying.

I reached up the woman's arms and found that where the black began was a separate layer from her skin. It was like skintight latex; llike a layer of plastic wrap that had been spraypainted on for a perfect fit. I grabbed the ends and pulled it down her arms, and although it felt wrong and nasty, like I was peeling off a layer of her skin, it instead came off her wrist stubbs and appeared to elongate her arms back to their normal size. I began moving frantically, removing layer after layer of black inky skin, and as I did so her arms were growing back underneath. I was still having to fight the black, because it was trying hard to take over as I was peeling it back. It leapt from her arms and lashed around her waist. I pulled the last bit from her hands then started working on her back, tearing off layers that were climbing between her shoulder blades. I think it hurt her as I did all this, but she knew it was to save her life.

We did eventually get it all off of her, and I shoved her toward the gate to leave. I knew that if she just got out of the gate, she would be safe. She didn't want to leave me after I had saved her, but I knew I had to stay--my kids were here, after all, and I couldnt leave Duke alone on the property. She left, and I knew I had saved her. But when I turned to face the rest of the dying guests, it was too late. Not only was the yard covered with dead bodies and body parts, but the sun was shining in an almost sickening way, so bright and cheerful that it seemed to be taking away some of the horror and sadness of what had happened. It wasn't right, to just cover the emotions that should be felt for such loss. With a wave of his hand, Duke made everyone else disappear, and he smiled.

Now we were standing face to face, about 20 feet apart. He stood on the driveway, just beside the spillway where the lake overflows. I was slightly farther up the driveway, so technically he was standing in my way of reaching the house, even though we were still at least 1/8 of a mile from the house. He was off to the side though, so if I decided to make a run for it, I had a pretty good chance, depending on how fast he was. My kids were standing beside me now, still young (still four and two years old). I told Duke that he shouldn't be here, and that it was time for me and my boys to go home. I had a feeling that he would try to stop us, so I sent my kids to the house on four wheelers. Each kid was suddenly on a four wheeler, heading in opposite directions. They were to take zigzaging paths to the house, and when they got there, they were to go inside and hide away from windows and doors. Duke and I stared at each other for a few moments, then I took off toward the house at a full sprint. Part of what kept me moving was the fact that Duke wasn't phased at all by the idea of us running from him. He didn't even seem like he was going to chase us... he was too calm.

As I reached the house I saw one of the four wheelers outside and I knew David had made it  back safely. Night had fallen rather quickly, and the sky was already black. When I openned the front door, a mouse ran from the other side of the house all the way to the door and outside. I stood just inside, with David comfortably and obliviously playing a game in the living room. I watched out the door as Duke slowly walked closer and closer up the driveway. He stood in the yard, just on the edge of the darkness, and watched me in return.

I heard the other four wheeler come up to the house, and I stepped outside to bring my son in safely. Levi walked up the ramp into the house, and Duke just stood there watching us. He made no attempt to follow us or come closer. I backed up slowly until I was in the door again, made sure my kids were safe, then shut and locked the door securely. The kids played games in the living room while I paced the house, ensuring the doors and windows were all locked and that Duke had no way to enter. When I paced back to the front door I jumped back when I saw he had moved up onto the porch and was examining the door, searching for a way inside. He was laughing slightly, like he thought it was funny that we could keep him out.

I grabbed my phone and called my husband, who was working late. I told him about how Duke was on the porch trying to get inside, and how scared I was for me and the kids. Duke  found an old gun on the porch, one that shouldn't have been able to work, but he managed to make it fire anyways. He didn't hit anyone, but I was even more afraid than before. All I kept seeing in my head was my boys in danger. I was still on the phone with my hubby, but it would take too long for him to get home.

I woke up shortly afterwards, but not before the image of Duke on the front porch, staring at me with a gun in his hands, was burned into my mind.

Go Go Power Rangers! 2!

Well, the dream last night was definitely one of the more strange. It was a piece of my childhood tossed up with some of my current life and mixed together in a way only the dream world can mix.

We were Power Rangers. Me, Mike, Chris, Megan, and some other girl. The green ranger was still Tommy though, and me and the other girls were trying to convince him to stay good (we knew he was supposed to be evil and kill us but we thought we could change him). We did a pretty good job though, because when he was supposed to turn evil he listened to us and stayed good. Yay!

Right after all that, we were at school (as the Power Rangers usually are in their down time).  There was a very mean girl there, a preppy chearleader type named Jennie (or something similar, there were 2 n's in her name). I got into a slight arguement with her and she was very mean to me. Immediately afterwards, another girl began showing me a phone/tablet app game, where you send a picture or jumble of words to a friend and they have to pick out the double letters. I thought it was funny because the first word I was shown was Jennie's name, because of the double n's.

I wanted to learn this game, and so I got it on my tablet. I tried to play it, the first image I recieved was like a picture of the Earth with a bird sitting on it, and I was supposed to pick out the two letter F's in the image... Then I got a jumble of words and I picked out the matching sets of letters, but I was confused.Throughout the entire part, I knew I was supposed to pick doubles, two was a very very VERY strong number here. But the strongest feeling I got was that I was very confused and that I didnt understand.