Jewels and men seem to dominate my dreams these last few days. I'm not sure what that is all about! I have dreamed of jewels and finding massive amounts of them, usually in water, three times now.
I had two dreams last night. The first one was crazy. I was in a city and geocaching. I parked my car and got out. A car full of stereotypical black "gangster" types pulled up and they all had big AR-15 guns. I was scared because I thought they would shoot me. I played it cool however until this Asian lady yelled at me to get in her house because I was in danger. Shortly after she kicked me out and wouldn't let me back in. I then went to a big tree where the geocaches were. I had to climb up the tree and it was hard to hold on and get the cache at the same time. For some reason there were two caches in the tree. I kept dropping small objects out of them. Finally, I managed to get them back where I found them. I started leaving and I heard loud gun shots coming from the house near where I parked my car. The gangsters ran out and just at that moment a car came down the road and hit my car. They both exploded. I started running and one of the men was running with me as if we were running away from the police together. I was hiding in various places while the police searched nearby. It became dark and I found myself down by a beach. The cops came and I started swimming. The man was still with me. The dream then changed and it was several years later. I was wealthy and living in a really nice house. I was outside and there was a cobra on my mailbox. I ran into the house and found my husband who looked like Stephen King and he went out to kill the cobra. I had two little dogs and I was fighting to keep them from getting out where they could be bit. I ended up by a nice pool in my backyard and there was the man from the police episode from many years ago. For some reason I felt we had been in a relationship. He told me that my husband had been bit and he was dead. Then I woke up.
The second dream involved me being some big shot in the military. I lived in a dormitory and had these big signs on my closet saying I was the best or something like that. I was also in school at the time and was getting dressed, looking for underwear. I opened this drawer and it was full of lacy panties. I shut the drawer and realized it wasn't mine. My sister was there and we were laughing about it. I had to go to class, so I left and tried to get a cup of coffee at the dining hall first. Every time I grabbed a cup, it turned out to be coffee filters. I was getting frustrated and told the guy working there that there were no cups. He said they were all out. I asked him how that can possibly happen and that someone doesn't know how to do their job! I left and was then with a friend trying to find our class, we found it and it was a combination class with several subjects. I didn't have my class materials with me, but I found a pencil. Someone gave me a work sheet for math. The teacher came in and we started. I had to get up and find a tissue and when I came back I had missed instructions on a homework assignment. I asked the teacher to repeat them and he got an attitude with me. Just at that time, I was being called out of class because I had to go to Washington DC right away. A limo was waiting for me. I asked the teacher for the instructions and he told me what they were very quickly. I didn't get it written down on time and he was being snotty. At the same time I felt there was some sort of attraction or relationship between us. I got mad and told him that he was a son of a bitch! I got up to leave and he handed me a sheet with complete instructions hand written by himself. I was surprised that he had done that. Then I woke up.
