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Menage a Trois Caught by God

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Here are the main characters:

Mary – senior citizen
Jack – senior citizen
Carrie – young woman

I was helping Mary go shopping. We stopped at a small thrift store, where she ran into some ladies who knew her. The ladies mistakenly took me for Jack, her new boyfriend.

Before this, I was about to take an old supervisor to a Wal-Mart by the airport (we were in Queens, and I was referring to an old TSR (no-prize if anyone remembers that store) location — I have no idea if a Wal-Mart is over there or not). Not sure how the dream transitioned into the small thrift store.

Anyway, Carrie, some girl I dated in a previous life, showed up and started causing trouble. One thing led to another, and Mary, Jack, and Carrie, uh, ended up in a Menage a Trois. Thankfully, I was spared the gory details — they were in one of those huge beds with a canopy. There were lots of sheets.

This happened in some old castle-looking room. Next, I realized we were in a Catholic building.

Next thing I know, we’re in the middle of this huge Catholic church — maybe it was St. John’s the Divine in Manhattan.

The round panel windows flipped and turned blood red. A voice from on high called down and began to condemn Mary, Jack, and Carrie.

Carrie defiantly yelled back, stating basically that she specialized in wrecking people’s lives and causing turmoil.

God the Father came down from heaven and took a human form — an old white man with a short white beard and wavy hair. He wore a fedora and a sports jacket, polo shirt, and black slacks. He was thin. He was talking to someone up above him (Jesus?) about the consequences of coming down and to not hold anything against him.

He went over to talk to Mary and Jack about some deal that only makes sense in dreams. I guess he was trying to get them back on the right track, spiritually.

I don’t know what happened to Carrie after she mouthed off at God.

Dream: Stop

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My father’s driving the car. My mom’s in the backseat, and I’m in the passenger seat.

We’re driving up to an intersection. The light is red … then it turns off. There are dark clouds in the air, so I assume it has something to do with that.

“Okay, power went out,” I tell my dad. He keeps moving forward.

“Stop,” I say.

The lights come back on, and it’s red. “Okay,” I say to myself. He slows down.

The lights start flashing yellow. He picks up speed.

“Dad, stop,” I say.

He goes into the intersection. Three lanes of traffic, each way. These cars also have a flashing yellow, and they’re not stopping either.

“Okay, gun it,” I tell him.

We have enough time to get past the first two lanes, but there’s a car in the third lane that’s speeding up. We won’t make it.

My dad stops the car in the middle lane. My mom is yelling. I’m sitting there, watching the traffic rush towards us, looking for a solution.

Dream: Programmable Organic Robots

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I dreamt about college students in a world similar to our own, except there were these voice-programmable organic robots. These robots assisted the students.

A football player wanted to sleep with this redhead robot, but his verbal commands caused her to just sleep.

An engineering student seduced another robot that looked like Scully from X-Files, and they ended up getting married.