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I’m with my mom and she’s taken me to a job interview at Yahoo! I’m carrying a very old towel with the old logo on it and I’m trying to fold it so that the embroidered logo is showing. For some reason I feel this is important when going into the job interview. I’m thinking about some of the things I did for the company when I worked there last. I’m also thinking about previous dreams that I’ve had about Yahoo! and they seem to be more of the content than anything I actually did there. I’m nervous that my skills have fallen by the wayside and that I may not be viable any longer. The overall feeling is trepidation and uncertainty.

I’m driving down the freeway at night. I’m taking one of those long exits that merges with an onramp. I’m in the Prius. A man in a 90’s Seville enters the freeway to my right. I’m speeding up and he’s riding alongside me which is really annoying because at some point our lanes are going to merge. He clearly has the faster car but he’s not doing anything about the situation. Finally at the last minute, he speeds up and then takes the exit that goes westward in the loop. He’s going so fast that he can’t possibly slow down in time. I take the next exit and realize that I’ve gotten lost and he’s disappeared. When I come out of the turn, I have to slow quickly because I’ve ended up in a park. There’s a huge rock formation and a little duck pond. It’s pretty but it’s not where I want to be. I end up high on the rocks trying to find the way down. I’m carrying the car because it can’t drive over most of the rocks tho some have carved in trails that is drivable. I see the man from the Seville and he’s peacefully enjoying the park. I follow a trail down to the water and can’t go any further and I’m wondering what I should do. The overall feeling is my competitiveness during driving. I’m often impatient.

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I’m an astronaut and I’m sent to the moon on a mission. It looks like it’s the kind of mission that I’m not going to be returning because they’ve left me with a lot of supplies. There’s a large building that looks like the White House. There’s a computerized robot that has medical abilities that’s trying to help me with stuff. I’m kind of upset about being stuck there because of a crash landing that’s left me injured. The robot drills into my elbow to clean out the bone but I’m seeing this from 3rd person perspective. It then runs a shaft up my nose which I’m not happy about. I look like someone else, kinda like Steve McQueen. I know there are some advanced computers here. I recall my trip here more than once and wonder if it’s the right thing to do.
The dream reminds me of Laura Eisenhower’s talk about colonizing Mars.

I’ve come in after a day of working and get naked and lay down to rest. When I wake up, I hear a huge racket in the front yard. I go to the window to look out and see that there are a bunch of laborers in the front yard getting ready to leave after completely destroying the yard and digging a giant hole in the middle. I get my close on ASAP and rush out as they’re getting ready to drive away. I stop a young Mexican man in an old burgundy colored Nissan pickup and ask him what they’re doing. They’ve pulled up the two cement pillars that made up the old gate, torn out most of the yucca, ripped out the cement pathway, and left a whole about 6’x4′ and about 6′ deep right in the center of the yard. He tells me that they were hired because of a possibly water leak. They didn’t find it but are done working for the day. They’re planning on coming back.

I’m arriving at a yard where I’ve been living. It’s not my house. I have Chiclet and another dog with me. There’s a front gate at the pathway to the front door and a large driveway gate and neither are closed correctly. They’re supposed to be. There are a lot of people there and most are family, but I don’t recognize anyone. I walk in and close off the dogs so that I can close the gate properly and left the dogs run freely. I walk out to the sidewalk to close the pathway gate and a couple girls say hi to me, and I notice there’s a cousin named Rob that reminds me of pictures of my dad when he was young although he has a split in his teeth. He doesn’t really acknowledge me as I close the gate and proceed over to the driveway and close the two main gates. I feel a little weird ‘cos it’s not my house but no one seems to pay attention. I walk back to where I left the other dogs but I can’t find Chiclet. I’m calling for her. I run into a couple guys on the side of the house having a sort of business meeting. One asks the other, “Why did you name it Chipote?”, obviously mispronouncing “chipotle.” I often wonder why white people have such a difficult time with that word. I can’t find Chiclet.

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I’m shuttled by a military organization to a large sea baring vessel. I’m going to be part of some experiments and observations of special powers. I spin myself off of the transport craft with a duffel bag so there’s no need to land it for me but they have to for others. I’m able to jump at least 100ft. in the air and probably 200ft. in distance. I can modify my structure into just about any shape. People don’t really know much about what I can do. There are a lot of other persons who special powers on the vessel. Many are young teens. The organization wants to put people to a monitored test, kind of like a hunt to track someone down that’s missing and the first team to find them wins. But it’s more about how they use their powers, and they can do things to disable the other teams. I get assigned to the Kaepernick team. They don’t know who I am and what I can do but someone catches on and they’re asked to escort me to make sure that nothing happens to me by the others teams because I’m new and don’t know the ropes. I have to pee really bad so I’m looking for a restroom while this person assigned to me keeps track of me. Later, I’m in a coffee shop with a woman from my team. We’ve just met but we’re getting along really well. She’s looking for something to buy while I go and sit down on a stool at a high table. Another team member comes up and asks me how it is that I’m getting along with her so well. Apparently he likes her and asks me how to get closer to her. I say, “You have to be vulnerable to show her who you really are. Don’t show interest in her sexually because she really wants to know who you are without that. Be funny and lighthearted. Truly show interest in her and what she’s interested in, likes, and dislikes.” I say some other things and notice how commanding and assured I feel talking about his. It’s not exactly how my personality is I don’t think so it feels so good.

I’m in a bedroom at Sam’s house. The house is kind of messy. I’m pulling a backpack out from under the bed. I want to get moving and go to my mom’s house. I don’t think anyone is home and I’m in the bathroom masturbating but I’m really kind of frustrated with being there. I hear a knock on the door as it appears Sam and the guy who lives with her have come home. When I look at the door, I notice that it’s open a crack and wonder if anyone looked through. Oh well, nothing I can do now. I zip up and walk out, back to my room. Switch – I’m riding my bicycle around the block of my mom’s house. I’m doing a wheelie all the way around the block. It feels really good to have that kind of control over my balance because I’ve never considered my balance to be really good. I get back to the garage where Brad is. I ask him where I should hang the bike and he points to hooks hanging from the ceiling. I tell him about my wheelie and how good it feels.

I’m sitting on the ground with some other folks. A regime of droids and soldiers comes by. A dark orange colored torus shaped machine about the size around of large serving plates comes toward me. It delivers a message that it has important information that needs to be released. I want to help it. One of the soldiers that’s physically connected to a machines sees the torus machine get away so I take it to a large shelf unit of other parts and things nearby and put it in the location of 2060 so that it won’t be noticed. One of the droids that I’m with slyly goes over to the soldier and attempts to speak to it in a machine language and reprogram it’s memory to forget what it saw. The captain notices what is happening and I comment to him that our droid is sharing information about something it saw that the soldier might be interested in. Whew. Close call.

I’m with Mel and we’re talking to a martial arts master who is setting up a station for his students to have access to weapons and materials for training and demonstration. We’re walking on the tables. I’m telling the master that I’d like to study martial arts but haven’t had time. I tell him that I have other abilities based on the first dream I had. I have him look over to what looks like a stop sign about 100ft. away except that it has the number “40” on it. I tell him that I can jump all the way from here to there. He’s impressed and wants to see me do that.

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I’m with Marcel at a house and we’ve just had a fire and lost everything including the camper. I’m pretty bummed and wondering what to do next. Papiba is running a restaurant and has asked Marcel to move stuff so there’s an opportunity to make some money. Next, we’re loading things onto a big flatbed truck. There are small containers that need to be stacked. I’m wondering what else we can do.

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I’m going out to a raft with a man and a woman. We climb on and there’s a little trouble pushing off. I tell the woman to grab an ore so that we can steer. Once we get out into the water, I pull out a blue flute. Another guy pulls out a flute. I go to play mine and can for about 20 seconds and then it sounds terrible. The guy looks at me and says that it might be broken. He asks if I played the sacred song “Babambalayo.” I say yes. He tells me that you can’t play the sacred song and that’s why my flute broke. He tells me that the same thing happened to him. He shows me the part that’s broken and I get it out of the flute. I’m considering how I can fix this.

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I’m in a restaurant and there’s a contest. I think I’m an older woman who at some point in time purchased some handcuffs with straps attached to them. In the contest, if someone has the receipt to these handcuffs, they win a lot of money. I owned the cuffs years ago but had since given them away or something. The people who now own the cuffs and who could win this contest need the receipt but I don’t want to give it up to them or share with them. They get up leave and when they do, another woman who know that I have the receipt for them prompts me to come over to her. She says, “If everyone’s a loser, there’s no winner.” She gives me the cuffs so that I can claim the prize.

I’m riding a motorcycle down a road and I know that it’s going to be a very long road and I’ll be riding into the night. I look down at my hands and realize that I don’t have any gloves and it’s going to get really cold. I’m considering what I can do about this and where I can get some gloves. There’s a little bit of concern about money.

I’m fighting a dragon with some other people. We conquer the dragon and it crashes into the parking lot of gas station. I’m doing some research and I realize that the dragon is going to replicated itself. I’m trying to text this to someone but it’s too late. Another dragon comes to life. I’m trying to get across the street to the gas station but it’s a very busy road and intersection and cars keep crashing or almost hitting me every time I run out into the street to cross the boulevard.

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I’m on the grounds of a big beautiful house. The man that I’m with has purchased it recently. I think he’s Arab and has a large number of people coming and going. At one point, I think I’m alone and walking around with the animals. There are bears, hogs, dogs, elephants and possibly more. At some point I’m with the man and we seem to have an intimate relationship. I’m at his desk and he’s talking about eventually getting rid of the animals which came with the place and I’m trying to talk him out of it. There’s a physical connection between us as we’re affectionately petting each other but it’s not a serious thing. In fact, we’re walking with some other people and looking at the indoor pool which has the master suite above it and he’s talking about making sure that the room accommodates a queen to have his children. The house is beautiful. Later on, I’m alone again, and I walk by the front door and notice that there’s a series of carnival coaches in front of the house. There are a lot of voluptuous women about. I’m looking for the bathroom but they’re all occupied with one or more women making themselves up. The place seems packed. I go every bathroom I know but it’s occupied until I go to one that I usually avoid because it’s hard to get to in the house and it’s available. I walk in and notice that everything in the bathroom is meant to accommodate a woman with physical challenges, probably due to age. There are bars everywhere for walking assistance and the toilet itself is raised with a special seat, but I really need to go.

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