I was in a field, as part of a nature documentary. I was trying to save this bee the size of a golfball from freezing to death by spitting on a flower so the bee could drink from it. The bee lived in a long silver tube for some reason - though the field reminded me of the one by my childhood home, there was a lot of hidden chrome and futuristic flair in this part of the dream. I believe there was also an arctic fox, or perhaps it was a wolf, wandering around.
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I was working at the Ren Faire, and there were these men wandering around who made me uncomfortable. One had a set of carved silver knives, all of a single piece of metal, with hilts that folded back. He kept wanting to show them to me, and I knew I had to get him away from the knives because he might hurt people. Another creepy guy had half a pair of scissors, and he was wandering about mumbling to himself.
It grew dark, and I went back to the faire to collect the knives, partly because I didn't want the creepy guy to get them, and partly because I wanted them for myself. I found the three - a steak knife sized one, a small thick one, and a fillet like one - littered on the ground. I picked them up and put them in my bag. I realized I was late for a party, and took off down the street. I got to a club, and tried to drink with friends. Except I realized that I shouldn't be in the club with knives in my bag, so I left to put the knives back in my car. Then my Mom showed up, and she was furious that I was not enjoying the party. She accused me of not even trying to go out. Then she said she knew that I had gotten knives, and tried to test me for alcohol as proof that I had gone to the bar. I didn't let her, and tried to explain.
Then the sky opened up (still nighttime), and a glowing spaceship lowered through the clouds. It was like a flattened cylinder with spires on it, and it was spinning with green lights. I was on a balcony, and C. was there. He looked at me and said, expectantly, "Where are we going?" I smiled.
There were, I believe, octopi in the sky - though they might have been aliens. They were bioluminescent and spinning as well, shooting off ink because they were afraid.
Military people started pouring out into an aircraft carrier, which is where the balcony was. I found myself strapped in in a large assembly room, listening to the debate about whether to attack the alien ship or not. I needed to be heard, and raised my hand.
"Hi, I'm ***, a civilian, and I would like to speak," I announced.
"I'll allow it," said the commander, a stern looking woman with short black hair.
"I come from a military family," I began. "My father is a retired Marine. My brother is a cadet at West Point. Perhaps you know him - ****" Here the West Point Cadets who were in attendance lit up at the recognition of his name. "I know we are all afraid..." and here I cannot remember the rest, except that I convinced them not to fire on the aliens. I think my reasoning was that even if they attack us, we can totally beat them. Everyone cheered.
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So somehow I wound up in a classroom, teaching English. I was sort of shadowing the teacher who held the job before me. I didn't have the right book. I taught my lesson, and left, then I came back and found my helpful drawing had been copied crudely with the words "Ur a dork" written underneath it. This led a series of realizations - I had forgotten my European phone, I never got an apartment so I had no place to stay, I had the wrong books, I had no friends I could call, and now my students didn't respect me.
All of this was being chronicled on a giant terra cotta urn.
