For your entertainment - an unusual dream featuring a strange locale, a lot of people, cute miniature critters, and a famous entertainer (vanity)

UNUSUAL DREAM FEATURING A FAMOUS ENTERTAINER AND A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE PROBABLY FAMOUS, TOO, ALTHOUGH I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THEM

Disclaimer: This is a memory about a real dream that I really had, presented for your entertainment and possible amusement. Maybe I'm hoping someone can offer an interpretation – wait a minute. That's a bad idea. Never mind. Forget I said that.

I don't think the dream was predictive, though I frequently have dreams that predict future events. For example, I had the following dream two or perhaps three days before the shooting at the DC sports field where GOP congressmen were practicing for a softball game: I was riding with a guy who died some years ago – he was an acquaintance in the local band scene who died of an overdose – and we passed a local sports field where two guys I have some extensive past with and an unknown female were playing baseball. I recognized the two guys instantly, but the strange part is that they were wearing RED BASEBALL CAPS. The dream was so unusual that I told Mr K (not the one on this forum) about it. Then, just a couple of days later there was the shooting. I asked Mr K if he remembered me telling him about the dream and he said he had just been thinking of it. He was just as weirded out about it as I was.

That's how predictive dreams are, a lot of the time: You can't figure out what the dream is predicting until after it happens. Often I can figure out during the dream that it's predicting something but can't figure out what.

Anyway, in this "famous entertainer" dream – I think it was about six months ago – there were lots of people and almost all the action took place in a building that was incredibly vast and also sort of falling apart. It reminded me of a school or some other public building that was in sore need of repair. Everything was quite real-life with smells and sounds and sensations. It didn't take me long to know that I was dreaming.

Usually when I realize I'm dreaming I start trying to wake up – almost always. I'm not sure why I'm so avoidant but this likely has something to do with whatever I experience after I realize that I'm dreaming, which is usually unpleasant.

So I was in this gigantic place. It was daytime – per checking the windows – but there was an enormous nightclub type room in the very center of this sprawling building where it was like midnight and a show was going on. At various junctures during the dream I would look into this club place and there was always someone on stage and a bunch of glitterati types – guys in monkey suits, gals in sequined evening gowns – at tables watching.

When the dream started out I was in a place like backstage and there was a whole battalion of people there. I got the feeling it was like a Mob hangout. There were some very hard-looking guys in nice suits who started looking me up and down; meanwhile a guy like Tony Bennett (he looked almost exactly like him, from what I glimpsed, in fact) sang this "Come Fly With Me" type song. The scene was very lively and gay, with everyone smiling and downing expensive-looking drinks, but the place smelled bad and there were these Tony and Guido-looking guys. I realized I was dreaming and started looking for a way out.

I wandered around the backstage area and heard the sounds of a cafeteria, with clanging/clattering dishes and cooks yelling out orders, and I could smell food.

Throughout, the place was dirty like it had been sitting empty for a time and no one had bothered to clean before letting an army of people in.

So I went in the cafeteria – that's what it was – and it was also full of people, though these were not wearing formal or party attire and it was more just folks wearing jeans and tee shirts. I recall that it was mostly men. The place was busy as heck and daylight was shining in the smeared, steamy windows but I couldn't see much besides that it was day.

Looking around, I spotted an exit sign over a security door and headed for that. I actually had my hand on the door and could see what looked like grass and trees outside, but then someone called out my name and like an idiot I turned around to see who it was.

There were a couple of guys standing right behind me and one of them looked so familiar it was startling, but to this day I can't remember where I ever saw him. I figure it was a picture that I had seen on the interweb or something because it was no one I had ever met. There was a big guy and then a smaller guy and for some reason I thought they were in video production. The big guy seemed to know who I was and said, "Hey, Kristi, they have beer here. Come get a sandwich and some beer with us." He pointed toward a gaggle of other guys – almost all looking like they were under age 30 – that were sitting at a table. Again, a couple of them looked familiar, though it was no one I had ever met.

The big guy who first accosted me was probably in his early 20s and he was quite heavy, wearing black cargo shorts and a black tee shirt. He was sort of olive-skinned and had a rather large mop of curly black hair. He was babyfaced and looked like he had barely started shaving, and wore little oval-shaped, wire-framed glasses. He was disturbingly familiar, but where had I seen him before? The other guy who was with him had a sort of nerdy appearance too and was wearing khaki pants and a Hawaii-type short. He also wore glasses, aviator-style wire frames. He had longish sandy-colored hair. I recall he had some freckles, too. Both of them smiled a lot.

So I went with them to their table, thinking that I would try the exit a little later.

During all this I could still hear the nightclub act going on with people clapping after the song was over and the singer launching into another song.

When I sat at the table I could clearly view the remainder of the room and was surprised to see a really huge old-timey bar with like a thousand bottles of booze. Unlike about everything else in the building, the bar was ornate and expensive-looking, polished to a gloss, its glowing wood carved into intricate shapes like vines, flowers, berries, and birds. It had a gigantic mirror over it, reflecting the bottles of liquor in a myriad of different colors: Bright orange, sapphire, amber, poison-green (I was like, "Oh wow, maybe one of these guys will buy me an absinthe if I act nice and polite to them.")

It was truly gorgeous and like a museum exhibit. There was a door that by its appearance and the sounds emanating from it, led into the club.

These guys got me a cup of beer – it was warmish but tasted okay – and they had a half-eaten pizza that I had a couple of bites of. These guys seemed like a company of video producers and I think a couple of them were actors. There were about eight guys in all sitting in this one group. They seemed to be trying to be nice to me, like we all knew each other, but I had no idea who they were except that a few of them looked familiar.

I started wanting to get out of there and thought of using the excuse that I had to use the bathroom, but to get to the bathrooms I would have to go back into the main part of the building and I didn't want to lose the exit. So I sat there sort of wondering what to do when the big guy who had first spoken to me said in a whisper, "Hey, look!" and pointed toward the big, shiny bar.

I looked over and there was the famous entertainer Jerry Seinfeld (comedian and TV actor) entering from the nightclub. He didn't look like he looks today but like he did in the Seinfeld TV show except that he was wearing a tux. At first I thought he was one of the performers or maybe a guest at this strange place but then noticed that his tux collar was open and there was a white bar towel over his arm, and he was carrying a little drink tray, like he was a waiter.

He looked over at our group and sort of nodded like he was saying "hi" and I noticed a couple of the guys sort of waved at him. He appeared rather anxious, almost scared. I felt kind of sorry for him, or as much as I am able to feel sympathy for any play-actor, which admittedly isn't much. I started thinking, "Haha, I wonder if he's looking for the exit, too." Then the bartender accosted him and he (J Seinfeld) started ordering drinks. So, he WAS a waiter there or at least playing one.

The big kid started to say something to me, but I cut him off and said, "Is that door unlocked? Can I get out?" and pointed at the exit. He got this worried look and said, "Oh, I don't think that's safe, you'd better stay with us, we know this place from top to bottom." And then I finished my beer – by that time J Seinfeld had got his drink order and, casting a last unreadable look at our group, hustled out into the nightclub – and stood up. I think I had a purse with me and I was wearing a minidress and sandals like a gal on vacation.

I wanted to ask the big kid what was going on, but I was getting that "I really need to get outside" feeling. I saw that a couple of the guys with him had video equipment stashed under their seats and I felt that the absolute LAST thing I wanted on the whole face of the earth was to go roaming around this crazy building with them.

So I just said, "I'll be right back!" and practically ran toward the exit sign. The door turned out to be unlocked and as I pushed out through it I heard a couple of people exclaim anxiously and the big kid and his friends saying, "Kristi! Wait!!" The door was hard to push because there was a great deal of vegetation blocking it.

I ignored them and dashed outside. I immediately saw that this building was part of a complex and we were WAY, WAY out in the boonies somewhere. The sensation of hot, hot sun blazing down on me was very distinct. I was in an area of mowed grass – it was Bermuda grass, or looked like it, and it made my feet feel itchy.

I looked back at the building and saw that it would be unlikely that I could return that way because there was no handle. There were bushes and high grass growing around the door and along the walls of the building, but – as I turned about to get a look at my surroundings – the building and its attached buildings were in the midst of an extensive mowed area cut squarely into a place that looked like South American rain forest. The whole area was bigger than a couple of football fields. The trees surrounding it towered more than a hundred feet tall. I couldn't really see the boundary but it seemed there was a tall chainlink fence enclosing the field.

I decided to walk around and see if I could find a road or path or something, although I wasn't crazy about the idea of trying to find my way through that jungle. I figured I would probably wake up by then but I dreaded the idea of what it would be that would finally wake me up, because I was already pretty scared.

I started to walk around the building and it was truly gigantic. Part of it was an old brick building but it had a bunch of different things built onto it like storage sheds, additional rooms, and so on – including a little bell tower on one part. There was no one else around but I could at times hear sound coming from the inside of the building. It was all shoddy and dilapidated-looking, with weeds growing tall next to the foundations.

Rounding the building, I finally saw an enormous area full of parked cars. Most of the cars were costly-looking, sitting there shining in the baking sun. There must have been over two thousand cars. I could hear people talking in a hangar-type building off to the side of the parking area and figured it was security.

A dirt road led away from the parking area, so I started to follow it. I regretted having sandals on and thought if the path got too wild and woolly I would surely have to turn back. I walked casually and swung my purse like I was just out getting some fresh air.

I followed the road for a short distance and then saw – yes – that there was a gate on it with barbed-wire chainlink about twenty feet high. There was a structure like a guard tower. It was all quite serious-looking.

I was like, "Okay, I'll just stroll on back," so that's what I did. I wondered a lot where I was. It seemed like a real, physical place and not just something that popped out of my dreaming consciousness.

So I walked and was nearly back to the main building when I heard a little noise behind me and turned around to see a small pack of menagerie animals trailing me. It was a very bizarre sight as all these animals were miniature in appearance. There was a giraffe that was only a bit taller than me, and a hippopotamus about the size of a St Bernard dog. There were a couple of small horses and a little bull, a couple of goats, and – I think – an orangutan. The orangutan was about the size it should be, but all the other critters were very small. A couple of them were wearing collars. The hippo wore a little pink ribbon around its neck. Very bizarre.

These animals were friendly and tame so I spent a couple of minutes talking to them and petting them. Then someone called out and I saw a black guy in a security uniform approaching. He seemed upset and asked me why I was outside "the complex." I answered that I had lost my way and asked him if he could help me get back. The guy was really uptight like he expected trouble and quickly led me around the building to a broad stair going up to several pairs of double glass doors. I could see a lot of people inside. With a tense little smile he opened a door for me and waved me in. I thought of asking him where I was but he took off before I could do anything.

The noise from the nightclub was loud and echo-y – there was a band playing a show tune and the audience was singing along.

I was rather depressed that I had not been able to get out and sort of fearful about what would happen next (and my feet were itching to beat the band after walking in sandals in that grass), but at that point I woke up.

This dream did not seem to predict anything. I have not seen any of the people I interacted with since, including in pictures, etc., except, you know, the occasional GIF with J Seinfeld in it or something similar.

My interpretation: No matter who else is there, the drinks always catch my attention above all else. Also: Small tame animals are fun to hang out with. Also: I'm as antisocial in the dream world as I am in the real world.

You’re on to something there. Even the extremely scary nightmares I recall from childhood were places I’d been in before. I would “solve” the thing that was scary in them (like a dark, spider-webby attic at the top of the stairs in an old house) and I would no longer be afraid of whatever it was. (And then I would come home with spiderwebs in my hair and my mom would get upset.)

But sometimes there’s a place that, though it may contain echoes of familiar things, it’s something you KNOW you’ve never been in before.

In dreams that are significant news from “above” - this is my experience - I will see familiar/typical things but there will be a peculiar slant to them - sometimes there will literally be a person saying “LOOK! LOOK!” - and then I will find myself in a place that is completely new. Sensations and smells will always be present. The action will be continuous, like watching a movie, instead of broken up like a normal dream.

But this is just the first step. After this you have to figure out what the dream is telling you. It’s always a worthwhile undertaking.

Flying is always great. You can still do it, but you have to practice. I’m getting really good at jumping from a height and floating to the ground. The first time it happened, I was being pursued through a swanky neighborhood in a mountainous area - kinda like some of the hoods around here. I could hear these guys behind me - they weren’t making threats, but no matter how I scampered, I could hear them approaching, talking this loud sort of guy-talk about a boat that one of them wanted to buy or something.

I decided to take a detour by trespassing through this one property that had no barriers that I could see. It was really steep. I trotted around behind the house and I could actually see the homeowner inside the house - sitting at a table reading something with the door open. He seemed to see me but didn’t seem concerned.

The hillside was very steep and there was a tiny path that led down in switchbacks. I heard the guys again and it sounded like they were going to follow me even though it was private property.

Something told me that if I jumped down the hillside instead of walking the path, I wouldn’t fall or be hurt and I would be able to avoid these guys.

So I jumped, intending to land on the path that was quite some distance below. It was something I would never try in the waking world, LOL.

I floated down - I remember my coattails flying up dramatically as I fell at a remarkably slow rate - and landed neatly on my target. This was fairly recently that I dreamed this, like in the last year.

I will never forget how good that felt! (Especially since getting old has decreased my mobility and increased pain.) I’ve tried it again since and it seems I’m getting better at it.

Just so you’ll know!

Predictive dreaming caused me to realize that my mom was still alive - some internet trolls had been messing with me making me think she had died and I was a skank for not trying to make contact with her.

However, I had a strange dream in which I saw Mom taking to some J3wish guys - they were wearing blue-and-white stars on their clothing JUST so I would know! lol - and they were on this place like a farm and it was snowing. The images in the dream were very compelling. At that point I had thought she was dead for about three or four years.

I dreamed about her again, that she was in the room where I sleep and looking at me from the foot of the bed. Eventually I got in touch with her and found she is still around and that - guess what? - she had bought this farm in southern Colorado and a J3wish guy was her agent. I’ve seen pics of the place, which I have never visited: It looks like the farm in my dream.

So there’s a lot you can achieve if you make use of this information that comes spilling out of your brain while you’re asleep or hovering at the edges of sleep. I feel this is something everyone can learn to a greater or lesser degree.

Heck yeah! If you can remember how you did it the first time you can still do it. As an adult, your perception of your own weight and ungainliness is an inhibitor, so you start to experience disability in that area as you grow up. But dreams are like a playground where - if you’re moderately cautious - you can do just about anything you can think of.

I recall that was why I stopped “flying” in dreams - because I would be up in the air - wheee! so much fun! - and suddenly become aware of how unreal it all was and OMG WHAT IF I FALL!? and usually that’s all it takes for you to go plummeting toward the ground (and then you wake up really suddenly, almost as if you had indeed fallen from a height).

Someone I received a great amount of instruction from in this regard told me that if you DO actually hit the ground when you fall in a dream, it could kill you. She said, “You know how every so often someone is just found dead in bed of what appears to be a heart attack when s/he was fine beforehand? That could happen when you fall!”

After she told me that, whenever I found myself in the air in a dream, I would imagine that I was wearing a parachute. One time in a dream I was in the air with a bunch of other people and someone said, “Time to wake up!” (there was a sound like an alarm clock, too, amusingly enough) and I looked around and we were all parachuting toward the ground.

I think my newfound ability, that of being able to float down from a height, developed from this. No parachute needed now.

Oh, I’ve fallen a lot. Usually as soon as I realize that I’m up in the air I start losing altitude. I also have had some interesting experiences with super-fast travel overland, where I don’t leave the ground but I can run (usually on all fours, like an animal) really fast until I get to where I want to go. This is also something I was sort of retarded at when I first noticed I was doing it but now I’m a lot better. I recall that one time I did this I visited a real estate office in a remote location (it was still in Colorado, but about a 5-hour drive). The sensation of following various roads and moving really quickly was quite realistic. At the real estate office they couldn’t see me and I saw some people I knew who seemed like they were involved in skullduggery of some sort that had to do with me, like they were trying to get a legal title to the house I owned at the time.

Need I say what happened? (Knowing that it was happening didn’t help at all, by the way!)

For better dreams, don’t take anything like sleeping pills and try not to drink too much. Maybe you won’t get back to being able to fly, but dreams also have such things in them as fancy sports cars that you never had to pay a dime for. I dream about riding motorcycles a lot. When I crash a bike in my dream I just get up and dust my britches off, and wish for another bike, and there it is. Unlike real life.

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