From the most recent and back. (Actually the most recent was just now in savasana - I was thinking, "is this the mermaid crypt freezer?" which, being crazy, tipped me off that I had fallen asleep.)
I was at the bakery standing at the table with Rhonda and Shelby. Rhonda was showing us this diagnostic tool which looked just like user friendly 2000s computer hardware. She was demonstrating how you could insert a card and it measured out ratios of something, I'm assuming flour. She also was recounting a recent interaction with nurses at the hospital (she was a nurse in the dream but isn't really). They were standing around a young man who had gone soft on his innards and couldn't stand up anymore. No skeleton, just jelly. The nurses were all going at him with knives and razor blades, attempting to surgically address the problem, but Rhonda was screaming no! Stop! You're hurting him! It's too late for him.
I was on some sort of old fashioned foot and forest and riverside journey and it slowly dawned on me that in cargo was some amorphous creature that needed my care. It was so helpless but needy, so I was obligated to sacrifice any thought of individual goals. I started to fall unconditionally in love with it, and at the same time it began to become a duck made of snow. When there were long stretches away from the water it would get sickly and I would have to scramble to get it to safety somehow. At one point we were in a dicey situation and I climbed around a building by the gutters with one arm, the other arm holding my charge. Anna heard this dream and thinks I am pregnant or pregnant with potential.
Jake M was my goofy brother and we were driving around some volvo dealership looking for a guy to detail our volvos. I looked at my ipod clock and it said 12:08 and I just remembered I was supposed to be on a flight at 11:08. I told Jake to hurry up and he told me it would only be another minute. Andrew Z was the pilot and there was a cut away shot right before I woke up in which he was looking at his gold wristwatch and growing very frustrated.
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