Dream 66: Firemen and Picnics
Still having trouble holding onto my dreams (usually from interruptions!). These are two snippets from the other night.
P and I were training to become firemen. We'd both gone through the initial basic training and were in the station becoming familiar with the layout. Then P was taken off with the men for further in-depth training. The women were not allowed to do this training as we were not permitted to become full firemen. We were only allowed to work in the station itself and do admin and put out a fire if it was actually in the station - what were the chances of that! I was very annoyed. I tried to argue that I would make a better fireman than P. I was fitter, younger, more agile, not afraid of heights or climbing ladders and in fact had climbing experience. But they wouldn't listen. Every so often I would catch a glimpse of P doing some training. He seemed to be enjoying the bonding with the other men, but he wasn't much good at the tasks and was very uncoordinated. I continued quietly stewing.
Then I was taking part in a camping holiday. I was both an adult and a teenager at the same time. I set up my tent and had quite a lot of accoutrements; bits of equipment and little comforts learnt from many years of outdoor adventuring. There were leaders who kept bossing us about and telling us what to do and when to be at certain places. I was getting very sick of them and I didn't think they knew all that much about outdoor activities. Later I was escaping the teams by going for an illicit picnic. There was a man with me and we tried to find a suitable spot. He wanted to stop at the corner of a field - more like a dry vineyard, the ground was very dry and the grass was faded yellow and dying from lack of water. There was a dusty track which went off past the corner and up towards the homestead and a few trees where we could sit in the shade and hopefully be out of sight. Just as we stopped and put the basket down a woman came hurrying out of the homestead to tell us it was private property. But I knew the place and was going to argue that it was ok for us to be there.
Next I was back at the camp. We had to pack up and move out in a hurry. They hadn't warned us beforehand and most of the others were packed. I was trying to gather up all my bits and pieces. I needed to pack them carefully in a certain way otherwise they wouldn't fit. But I was being hassled by the leaders and people were trying to help me so I was missing things and I couldn't keep track of where things were going. I was flustered and annoyed and being hurried and I knew that some of my things would be lost.

Dream 65: Secret Service
I enjoyed this dream immensely, although much of it has been lost. The gist of it was that I was a highly skilled secret service agent. I worked for several agencies though, sort of freelance and I had bands of men and women in different communities all over the world. I was a bit like a superhero and I'd go from place to place fixing this and that, using my contacts, leading groups to overthrow the baddies and to meddle in the best possible way in international politics.
It was very swashbuckling. I was able to leap from buildings, up and down stairwells, walls, fly planes, helicopters and other devices and speak numerous languages. The groups which were my loyal supporters/workers in each place varied a great deal so that some were like pirate or Romany groups and others were corporate, IT experts or other spies. I had several close escapes where I had to perform super human feats and protect or rescue my group or some VIP. The storyline was quite clear when I was dreaming it, but now it's a jumble of leaps and flights and daring do. But it was fun!

Dream 64: Ich Liebe Dich
Been hard to hang onto any dreams for a while now, I had this one the other night, I wrote some notes and now I can't understand some of my them, but here goes...
I was in a class studying old films/videos. I had a limp which became gradually worse and I ended up in a wheelchair. The other people in the class were helping me although I felt I needed to do more on my own. Later I got out of the wheelchair and found I could walk again with no limp at all. I was very pleased but when I went to the class they all snubbed and jeered at me. They thought I'd been doing it to trick them, but I hadn't. I felt upset and angry that they would think I was the sort of person to do that. I was wearing leather pants and I had to go to the loo, before I'd had help and I wouldn't have been able to wear my leather pants. When I went to the loo I had enormous pants on and I couldn't figure out where they started and ended and I didn't manage to go.
Then I was in a house with extremely elaborate, ornately decorated rooms. I was playing a violin which was more like a steel banjo, but I was playing it as if it were a violin. There were some texts which we had to translate. There was something to do with a bal and a ball and I was arguing with someone about which it was and what it meant. We were split into groups and had to find a translation for I love you, but the client writings didn't match up. It was very confusing as we argued over words. Then we were given very large photos and we had to guess which client they belonged to and work out the meaning. I matched a photo which was Ich Liebe Dich, but no one believed me. I knew I was right as it was the only meaning possible.