Last night and the night before, I took 2 tablets of 3 mg melatonin. The first night/morning I noticed there was a lot of REM activity. Like, the last 4 hours of my sleep was REM and waking up every 30 or 10 minutes or so, and waking up out of dreams when there was a noise. Last night/morning, same situation, though it was like one really long continuous dream, and I would wake up with having been asleep for shorter periods. The long dream did not happen like I was asleep, woke up, fell asleep, and continued dreaming.

It began as if I were in the movie Hugo. I was with the main girl character, named Isabelle, though to begin I might have actually been here. I first remember walking with her through the plot of the movie (not the real plot IRL) and I knew everything that was going to happen. We were walking down a park street, under a brick bridge that was round and archy in the through-way. I knew what was next in the plot, so after we walked under it, on the other side on top of the bridge was a man, who looked like Sir Ian McKellen as Gandalf, but in period attire for the setting of the film. (this man represented Melies, at first at least). And since I knew he was going to be there, I looked up and waved. He waved back. Soon I realize that this really wasn't like it was in the movie, it was me and Isabelle walking around and Hugo has not shown up. I remember in the dream thinking, "where is Hugo?"...and eventually realizing that the plot was not the same as the movie. This man, that looked like SIMcK, was now on the ground, off the bridge. I think I told him something like I know who you are, I don't really remember. (I wrote this down on a note after I woke up): I told him, that "I already know the end of the story". And I don't remember if this was something he said, or a realization of mine, but I wrote on the note...every time I (watch) it, the ending changes. (**I think this might have to do with life, every time I live a new life, the ending changes or it's not the same plot, so i don't know it**).

Next part of the dream I remember, I am out of thinking I am in the movie, and am in some type of real life. Isabelle was there still, as were a bunch of other girls age 11 or 12 or so (I do not know what age I was supposed to be). We were in a park type place still, but it was wooded with some largeish trees. I remember seeing what I thought was an eagle land on one of the trees, and I remarked it out loud. But when the 'eagle' left, I noticed the two long legs behind it, and realized the bird was a heron. Next I remember a heron, maybe this same heron, flying down to me and opening its wings, and embracing me. I think we danced for a little, its wings around me like a dance. It lasted maybe a minute in this dream-time, and the heron left. I felt good about it, the dance left me feeling good even if it was short. Next I remember going into a restroom-house type building, and I had my new green hoodie on and noticed some gooey stuff. I thought it was mud at first, from the heron's legs, but I think the consensus with the others in the restroom was that it was poo. In the mirror, it looked white on my hoodie.

The next part of the dream I remember, I was in a school. A large school, for kids younger than 13 I think. I don't remember much about this, but at some point I broke away. This whole part in the school is really foggy but it was a main part of the dream plot.

Next part, there was a race. These devices looked like little saucer sleds, with a vacuum pocket in between the top and bottom, like a cushion. We rode on them down a dirt road, the laws of gravity did not apply here. I started out with the race, but then I kept going down a bunch of other branching roads, alone. I don't remember my motive for doing this. I was in a rural area, on dirt roads, riding this saucer thing. I do remember that eventually my goal was looking for the "wizard", who was the SIMcK man from earlier in the dream. Turning down different dirt roads, I remember on one sign there was a list of locations, and the only one I could read was "Benzie County". I turned down a road I could not go farther on, until the only options were little path type roads on private farms. During this time and maybe a little before, there was a tornado way in the distance. I didn't know if I would be welcome whre I was at. I turned down the left, and it was a private farm. I remember being there and a rancher was doing something with cattle, and I remember he was driving a tractor that was like a false/mechanical bull. This machine had a tail that twitched like it was swatting at a fly. Either this guy didn't care if I was there, or he didn't notice me. But I did not get my answer. So I go back to the main road, cross it, and there is a largeish barn-type place that looks like it is used for meetings. I am told or I know that this is where "the wizard" is. I go in, no one is there. I look around a while. I get out, and the tornado is very close. I don't know what to do because I don't feel I belong anywhere or I am not "allowed" here. I walk down the road path by the barn to look for some cover. I remember seeing deer trying to get cover too. I har a voice saying something like, "you can stay with us" or be with us. It was a darker-skinned large woman. She and some other people were sitting outside under a large awning, attached to the barn. So, I sit with them. And, some others had metal walls, like a contraption to catch something large. And they caught, or harnessed, the tornado. I remember telling tis woman and the others how I got there, and about the little sled-cushion that I rode to get there (I don't remember when this happened in the order of the dream events). People were going up to the tornado. I was encouraged to, as well. I got in line. There was a girl who kind of cut in front of me, though it was a casual line. I was waiting for her to go, and she was looking at her friends who were "behind" me, and was hesitating, like she was wondering is she should go. I was ready, so I went. I was staring at the tornado. I knew my options, that some people put their hands in it. But I stood there in front of it, with my arms up a little and palms facing the tornado. In my note I rote "harnessing he power of a tornado"....its energy was being transfered to me through my palms. I remember in the dream feeling a "rush", like I was getting the power. it lasted maybe a minute or 2 in dream-time, and that was it. I went back to sit down with the women, and maybe this is when I talked to them about general stuff like the cushion. I didn't realize it as it was happening, but there was some "work" being done to me, I remember hands being passed over and around me, never touching me, and something with a pendulum. And then I knew the "work" was done, and that it had been done to me.

The last bit of the dream I remember, I was done with the work. There was a woman who looked to be a "head" of the 'work'. She said something like who is next, and my friend Mattie was next. He wasn't there in the dream at all...but she said something and the term "manigma". She asked a question, and the answer was "manigma". I don't know if it was the name of something or someone. And then I woke up from he alarm.

I had a choice to get up, or continue sleeping. I chose the bed, as I usually do. This was a long one, and events might not have happened exactly the way I have re-written it here.

Started out in my childhood home. Moved to the house closest to the freeway, 3 down from mine, on 19 Mile. (I have never been here IWL). This was the house of my sister and her husband. I was going over there because I noticed a man going in, I wanted to check it out in case he was stealing stuff. I went in the house, the door wasn't locked. Things were okay. Walking out of the door, I was facing the freeway hill and saw a tiger. As the tiger came down, it turned into a man with a white beard, like Santa Clause. He was wearing an orange jersey, as if he were part of a baseball team with the mascot of a tiger. People were coming over from the c.h. home to this house. At some point I realized there was an alligator in the house. I would consider it a medium-small alligator (and it was an alligator because in the dream I noted the blunter snout). I fought with it, more with tactics of aversion and defense. It didn't bite me too much, it might have gotten a snap or two in. I was chasing it around the house, while telling the others who were there that there is an alligator and to call 911. Towards the end of the 'fight' there was another guy kind of concerned and we were in a lower level of the house with a pool in it. I left to go in a hallway full of more of these guys in orange shirt-jerseys and I kept saying, call 911. No one would, and one guy was on his phone and I told him to call 911, and I took the phone to do it and he protested, saying something like "I don't like to get involved in these type of things". I was very frustrated. More people were at the house, like they were following the "party" from my c.h. home to my sister's house. I went onto the porch and there were a lot of people that were like my peers there. Young, hippie-punk-hipsterish people. I was still trying to get someone to call 911, I was facing more apathy...not sure the exact order but soon after I went on the porch, I heard a baby cry and a fire truck came by. I remember waving the truck down as it almost missed the house. I thought it was to get the alligator, but then they had to deal with someone having a baby and it isn't clear if they were there for the alligator or baby. This was a surprise, the baby being born, and I remember my mom was on the porch and I asked her who had the baby, she wouldn't tell me. I went in to the house, saw my sister and asked who had the baby....finally someone told me it was a friend my sister has IWL named B.J. and that she was still going through the birth. It was happening in another room, I didn't see anything, but I heard them talking about the placenta (which was 8.5 lbs).

Back on the porch, with all these kids filling up the front yard, a young woman in a car drives up and stops to say that these people made her "sick", or something similarly negative. She looked like she belonged with them/us. I replied from the porch, something like "Open heart, open mind.....respect", basically telling her that if she had these things she would have love and there was no reason to be a jerk. Oprah was sitting on a bench on the porch, holding the baby and I think I heard her go "mmhmm".

I went back inside, asked about the alligator and somehow it was killed and was dead.

I remember trying to get the kids to leave. Off the porch, off the front lawn. They were smoking cigarettes and leaving butts and trash everywhere and being really disrespectful. Some of them were ignoring me, some of them acted like I didn't even exist and maybe to them I didn't. I began to start to clean up myself, a couple others were helping too but the majority didn't care. I remember one of them suggesting they go to the park, and then most of them left.

I remember going behind the house. There was kind of an old-time carnival scene happening. A long table with food where kids were eating, like a puppet stage too. There was this device that looked like a long tree trunk log, with a large crank at the end. I don't know what it was for but I worked the crank as it was essential to something that was going on. There was a man in charge with a couple monkeys, who were supposed to work the crank and I remember asking myself "why isn't the monkey turning the crank?" Around this point I layed on the ground on my back, and asked something like "Oh humanity, can I have a respite?" And I did...all the good people left. The goodness disappeared for a little bit, like 10 minutes or so. I thought chaos would ensue when I gave people the knowledge that good was gone, and that everyone left in the scene was "bad". but not much happened, maybe a brawl broke out. The knowing just sucked for a little.

I was at one of the long tables, eating food with some older kids. It was like a feast-spread, with meat and potatoes and sweet potatoes with marshmallows. We conversed, though I don't remember the subject(s). From this scene came the fire. I don't remember if I discovered the fire in the house or if someone else did. But once again it was an emergency thing, but this time others were willing to help. A young man got a hose and gave it to me. The fire was in a lower level/basement, I went with the garden hose to fight it. The water from the hose was working to quench out the flames, and I went into the room where the fire started. I remember seeing Gray Cat standing on the edge of a couch, looking at maybe another being... When the fire was finally out, a boy of maybe 9 or 10 came down with a bottle of zippo lighter fluid and a flame medium....he said something to me about why he was starting the faire, like a cryptic one-liner. Then he threw the bottle and the flame, though because I was there to see it I put the hose on it immediately which didn't stop the fire, but hindered it greatly. This time more people came to help, I think I had a hold of the boy and a man, maybe the one who gave me the hose, had another boy. These were the "pyros".

Once again on the porch, it was night time by now. There were young people out there again and they were more rude. I remember confronting one guy about doing something like maybe throwing trash on the ground (this was on a wooden ramp that led to the porch that wasn't there before). He and a friend confronted me back, one of them picked me up and held me over the ramp though I don't think I fell. I got back on the ramp and got away from them, off the ramp onto the lawn. And then I started to clean up again, a pile of little plastic toys that were pokemon-like. After a minute or two a couple guys came down to hep and talked to me.

END OF REMEMBERED DREAM.


Overall theme: I was the one concerned, I raised the alarm, but no one else seemed as concerned. Am I making a bigger deal out of situations, or are others just not as caring?