I was leaning in a doorway of a bar or nightclub. This man came up and started talking with me. He was wearing army green clothing. I was aksing him questions and he kept responding like he couldn’t hear me. I came to realize that there was something wrong with him. I asked him where he was from. He responded, “Prospect.” Then he pulled out something that looked like a transparent pearl. He said it was oxygen and gave it too me. Then he left.

I had this dream/nightmare of the names, Guillermo, Guillaume
and Guesepe. I was trying to spell them and there was something else about interaction.

Nightmare last night about fitting keys into keyholes. I seem to recall it being nighttime, and there was a large white monster loose on the property. Another person or part of my self was keeping a lookout for it while I tried the keys.

There were two women throwing a frisbee back and forth over a body of water. I was at the head of the body of water and indicated to the woman on my left that I would like to receive the frisbee. She tossed it too me and I tossed it to the woman on the right but I didn’t toss it very well and it wobbled a bit and went off course. She exclaimed that I needed to throw it with two fingers. I didn’t understand what she was talking about but surmised that she must be British. She toss it to the woman on my left again. That woman, instead of tossing directly too me, threw it into a breeze far above my head with the intention of it swooping back down toward me. There was a person walking under the path of the frisbee and as it arced and proceeded back toward me, and lost its draft and was falling toward the person walking toward me. I thought about warning him but didn’t think that chance was too high that it would collide with him. I was wrong. It proceeded to careen down rapidly nailing him right in the head. I felt guilty for not having warned him and walked up to him and apologized for not doing so.

I’m riding a motorcycle. Its in a dream world that I’ve been in plenty of times… the back alleys and streets around my grandmother’s house. There’s a need to get inside of some place… and its through a port with a specific number (computer reference). I get to the gate of the place which has two men gaurding it. I tell them emphatically that I need to get inside. But the ports are closing… they’re dirt and I can see the dirt holding up the entrance. I ride into the first entrance but when I make it to the second I realize that its too closed up and I can’t get through so I turn around. The first entrance is closing also so I lay the motorcycle down so that the back wheel is spinning with the throttle and I use the knobbies on the tire at full speed to break up the dirt in the entrance to the point that I’m able to get out.

Next thing I know, I’m watching from somewhere in the air a crowd of people walking on a hillside on a road toward a very large wrought iron gate, probably 10 feet tall and thick. I know that this is the only other port. The crowd is ushered in through the gate and it is closed from the outside by a man. He proceeds to climb the gate to get over. I notice that there’s a road on the hillside above and I’m coming on my motorcycle.