Dream Journal

I’m driving back home with dad. We decide to stop at a familiar place along the shore of this lake. There is a big line of people leading to the near dock. What happens is about eight people get on the dock at a time, then all dive in and swim to the other dock. That’s it. No race. It’s supposed to be a lot of fun. Well, we finally get to the front of the line and go onto the dock. Everyone but me dives in. I hesitate, but finally dive in when the rest are about halfway across. Surprisingly, the fat, short, balding man who runs it blows the whistle and says to start over because we didn’t jump at the same time. I question “Why does it matter?” He says something about “togetherness,” so we all start heading back to dock one. But upon reaching it, I notice some really large rocks right below the surface scattered around where I dove in. I complain intensely to the man, and he gets upset and calls on the water-cleaning girl. She comes and he chews her out, then tells her to take them out. Then he sends everyone home. She grudgingly does the work. Then she gets out of the water and shape-changes into somebody else. I see it and am amazed.

This may be where dream 2 stops and one begins. . . . The shape changing power turns into a personality transference power. Some things happen and I end up talking to Chrissie about it, who may have actually been the personality of the personality transferring person. . . . Um, very confusing.