I feel still half asleep and I want to capture as much of my dreams as possible, they were extra bizarre. Last night (real life) I was asked to play music for the funeral of a man who owned a business my grandmother and I used to go to often. I went to bed thinking about it because I have a morning meeting scheduled with the widow. In the dream, I arrived at their place and found that she was in bed. It was the afternoon and she was tired, 4:11 pm. I'm met at the door by the spirit of her deceased husband. I'm not sure what to talk to him about, so we talk about songs and music he might like for his funeral. I have in my mind that at 5pm I'll say goodbye to him and he'll pass over, but when 5 comes, he says he doesn't want to do it until 6, and acts like I'm rushing him because I'm lazy. His wife is coming in and he tells me that I am absolutely not to tell her anything about his spirit being there, because it would upset her. I don't remember what she and I talk about, but I flash to a scene in my kitchen with the man's spirit, his daughter, and some other person. This time the man wants to communicate so he gives me a message for his daughter: something about not bringing nutmeg to her sister in law's house after the funeral. That was exactly what she needed to hear to know he was really there. The other person in the room wanted me to summon one of their loved ones but I wouldn't even let them get far enough as saying the name. I had a feeling that if they said the name they would come, and then I would have two spirits following me, and who knows how many more after that.
There was this complicated dream with a theme of traveling over water. I think I changed characters a few times. It started out with me being Cruella De Vil, sort of. I looked like her at least, and I wore a long flowing coat that spread behind me. I was racing down a spiral stone staircase to this basement level to get on a raft. All the rafts were made of wood. We were going to be going across the ocean in them, but the only peril was cold and sunburn. There was some emergency making us go. I grabbed my black cat on the way down and tried to grab my tortoise shell cat, but she wouldn't come. I also had a wooden box. I got on my raft and did a character switch of some kind. Cruella could go, but she would have to give up the cat, the box, and two kind people she was bringing with her. I was suddenly in the water trying to keep the cat from drowning and a man was trying to rescue the sinking box. Then I was on the dock trying to coordinate the escape with my dad's family. I was particularly worried about my grandmother and her sister. I was having a hard time getting everyone together to make sure we got on a raft. All of a sudden I was told by a Chinese girl that I just had to get on the raft that was there, that there wasn't time to organize everyone and that the people filling the rafts would do everything they could to make sure everyone got on. I got on a raft that was filled with men, probably 7 men. Most people didn't speak English. One man asked me if I had gotten a blanket, I, horrified, said no. I hadn't brought anything. I became worried about not having a blanket because none of the men on my raft had one either, I was afraid we would freeze. We were on our raft but it was in something like a lazy river that transported us out to sea, but was also like a basement hallway in a school. We went by the back area of a stage and I saw this big, folded, gray pieces of fleece. I pulled one and threw it to a guy on my raft, I pulled another one and kept it. I knew I was stealing, but I planned to write a check to the school when I got home to pay for it. The fleece was a giant hexagon with ties on the ends. It was a giant hexagon made up of smaller hexagons. (Too much Catan lately?). It was probably 12 feet across. On one side it was gray fleece, on the other side it was printed with the markings for a big group game. I knew I was taking a game the kids at the school would miss, and I felt extra guilty. At that point, the purpose of the trip because unclear. More and more people were voluntarily staying behind, while I still felt the emergency necessity to go. The wife of a friend, a teacher, was staying behind and going through the kids' legos. They were extra nice legos, multipurpose, and the school bought new sets every year. I was afraid she would see what I had, so I wrapped it around myself with the design inside so it just looked like a gray blanket. We got to another point where people were on land with their rafts formed in a parade, like a farewell parade. I got separated from my raft and I was walking along the parade line trying to find my group. I saw some people I recognized, but I couldn't find my raft. A helper asked me what my raft was called, they were all named after small fish, but I had never known the name. The dream ended with me trying to join a new raft at the end with stragglers. That raft was a raised garden bed full of dirt, I was hoping that it would have foam under the dirt to make it float. One rich man wanted to be on the last raft because he often got in trouble with the police for speeding in his yacht so he wanted to be at the end to make sure 1. he couldn't speed and 2. there wouldn't be any cops behind him if he did.
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