A Horrifying Dream With Steps

So as always, if I am walking up steps, it's positive and progressive, a great omen. There was plenty of walking up stairs.

I was hanging out with a member of a famous family. He was troubled. We were there for his sister's concert. We were at a large hotel, not in Vegas. We might have been somewhere in Europe because the building was old and when we later went outside, it was not a city and there were many trees (also good omens).

He was either experiencing a manic episode or he was under the influence of something that was not treating him nicely. We had been seated in the auditorium, waiting for the concert to begin, when he suddenly had to get up and go to his room. It was like an emergency, but he wouldn't tell me what was so urgent. I went with him, somehow keeping up with him, which wasn't easy. We did not use the convenient elevator. I did not realize how many floors we had to climb up to. Their rooms were on the fourth floor. When we got to the second floor, he turned around and told me I was going too slowly and he needed to move faster, then he turned back around and ran up the next flight two stairs at a time.

I found the elevator and went back to my seat in the auditorium.

Next thing, over the loudspeakers they announced the hotel was being locked down because of a murder. There would be no concert. She was dead.

I was confidential with this family. I did not want to say anything incriminating to anyone. I thought about how suspicious it looked that her brother had acted so erratically before running wildly upstairs, and I wondered if he had known or suspected something afoul or if he was the killer. I did not want to be involved. I did not want to be confronted by the police. They were all around and I avoided them. I looked for him and he was obviously hiding too.

Eventually, they allowed us to go outside for fresh air, but we couldn't leave. I searched for anyone familiar and finding no one.

Other than the 2 good omens of this dream, I wonder what's going on with this guy and his sister? I will have to keep them in my prayers and hope I don't see them in the news anytime soon.

A Trip With Rachel

Rachel invited me on a trip while I was on another trip. She was in a small town, I don't know where. The atmosphere was of a cool university town. 

(Recent repetition: University, although inadvertently not primary in both dreams)

One of the very cool things in this dream is that she and some others in her group of women going on the trip worked at a telephone exchange that was outside in the middle of a quaint little downtown/Main Street area, with little stations including computers and stationary unicycles with cushy comfortable looking seats with back supports. I wanted to get a job working there. I asked Rachel what happens when it rains. She said nobody answers the phones, saying it with the humor she often invokes into normal conversation, leaving me still wondering what really happened.

She sent me to get something. I decided to take a shortcut through the woods. It began raining. There was a cliff and I ran along the edge. Then, something very interesting. It was like the ground beneath me was sliding, except it was not muddy, my feet weren't getting stuck in the mud, I was still running fast and trying to keep my balance as I ran, trying to stay by the side of the cliff for some unknown reason. Maybe that was just the way I knew to get there.

There was a man (I don't know who) who was running after me, trying to save me. He kept trying to grab my arm. I got away from him, and then I fell. I began sliding down the cliff with the ground sliding out from under me (which still was not like mud). I grabbed at roots of old sturdy trees to keep from going down. The man caught up to me and helped pull me back up.

I got back to Rachel and almost everything was packed. I saw my cat carrier and remembered my cat was with me. "I have to take her back home first. I can't take her on the trip", I exclaimed. It made little sense to me all through the rest of my dream, why did I have to take her back home if she was already on a trip with me? Why couldn't she continue. I was going through arguments with myself about where she would be safer and who would feed her and take care of her if I took her back home. I don't remember ever being able to make the decision.

There are parts of this dream I already don't remember. I may have to come back and revise if these memories return.

Later, I was driving my old faithful car on the 405 freeway, making a transition through construction areas to get on the Hollywood freeway. The transition was rough and I had to get out of my car and lead it with a rope to make the right turn onto the next stretch of road. 

The Day Before Yesterday or What Day Is It?

It seemed like I was traveling a long journey. It was a nice trip, travelling not through cities or open plains, but mostly as if I were in hills or mountain areas with many trees and lush greenery. Strange because some of the way I was walking and some of it I was driving; switching from walking back to driving, I never had a problem finding my car.

When I finally arrived, I thought I was arriving just in time for the New Year. People in the dream who were at the house I had traveled to were concerned about my loss of time. I was unaware of the real date and time. Yet, the worry was only showing on their faces. Nobody was helping me.

I was younger in the dream. I was there to attend school. At first I thought I was in college, but the way some people were talking, maybe I was really in high school. An old school friend came over to help me study, or at least that was what I was anticipating. When she arrived, I was busy talking about plans to study for finals and she looked at me very seriously. "The semester already ended. You were in the hospital for a long time."

I didn't even remember being in the hospital and I had no idea why I'd been in a hospital. I didn't necessarily want people to know anything further about how lost I was feeling, since everything was so weird already. I talked about going to the school and she looked at me again with those serious eyes of hers. "You can't go to that school anymore. You're out of the district." She showed me some papers and told me these were papers from the school I had to attend. I was in a hurry to straighten things out and get back to speed with my education. We went outside to the car, driving away from the house as if we were on the way to meet people at that school and get me enrolled. She told me she would help me catch up with my studies.

Best Friend Moves To San Antonio

"Since you can't get yourself moved to Minneapolis as of yet, we just decided we would move down here for a year or so until you can move back up with us." Not only had she and her beau moved here, she brought her mother, her son and some other guys (family and; friends). They already had an apartment here and it was a totally wonderful surprise for me,

And well, at least it was just a dream, because in real life there are many people who get here thinking it's going to be good  then they get caught in the undertow of all the oppression, finding it practically impossible to make a way to escape back out of here.

The men went to do something else while I showed her The River Walk. It began raining, a soaking spring shower, a la San Antonio. We were on a covered veranda up over the water. There were many trees around us. It was the driest place to be, thus there was no reason to go elsewhere during this massive shower. We smoked a joint & she called someone to come pick us up, but they got lost so it took awhile. We ended up walking over to a little shopping area after the rain let up. It was there that I realized I had changed purses & forgotten many things in my old purse.

They had a loft on an upper floor of an old office building that had been renovated into lofts. The buzzer was VERY LOUD and when we arrived upstairs, Best Friend's mother announced that the industrial-sounding buzzer will be disconnected, so nobody had better depend on using it. We discovered that they had moved only a few blocks away from where we lived. Everything was very pleasant.