Most of last night— nada— at least, nothing I could remember.

Ginger (my dog) got me up at 1:30 AM, and possibly 5:30 or 6:30 AM (sun was up, but I went back to bed.) I have the impression I went back to sleep *twice* following her 1:30 romp, but one of the time slots itself may have evaporated! All I know is, I was feeling VERY sleepy, and rather than "get up and get to work," I went back to sleep, with the feeling that there may be a dream (or two?) awaiting.

Sure enough, I had a suite of at least 3 of them, all either of the same theme, or at least seamless between them all, and they all occurred shortly before 9:30-ish AM.

The Job?:
The dreamer was walking along the aisles of a store, VERY much like a Wal*Mart during the graveyard (overnight) shift.

The mind narrating the scene was saying (using my voice) how much the night shift was preferred, as it was so *quiet* compared to day shift, as the dreamer was walking along a right-to-left, slightly "down the aisle" type direction, look up toward the tops of the aisle shelves to the right.

The very next moment, it's like the same aisle, the same location, only the sound of a baby crying was heard, as if the shift had changed, and there were people in the store. The baby sounded infant-level, as if crying for either a bottle or a diaper change or a nap.

The dreamer came out of the aisle into an open area of the store, as if the middle jewelry or possibly the clothing section had been removed. If you've ever been in a Wal*Mart store, the description fits about the average size of the (rather large) open area. What made it curious is there were no boxes on palettes, no rows of shelves, nothing but a light, brown ambiance to the area (possibly the floor and walls. There *may* have been tables in the room, like the way a church gathering hall sets up tables for a pot-luck, but that was more of a "feeling" than an observation.

PERSONAL DREAM NOTE OBSERVATION: in a dream set in a "real life" area, things that are *highly* temporal (that move and change a lot, such as inventory in the clothing section of a Wal*Mart) disappear from the *less* temporal structures (things that are basically "set" / relatively immobile) such as the ceiling, walls, and floor (the building itself.)

The dreamer found a co-worker, one who looked VERY much like David Talent (most well-known for his 3 or 4 year stint as "Doctor Who" (imdb.com/title/tt0436992) more recently on a BBC miniseries, "Broadchurch," imdb.com/title/tt2249364 (which has at *least* 3 former Doctor Who cast members in season 1! David, plus Jodi Whittaker (the *present-day,* first female Doctor Who) and Arthur Darvill, who played "Rory" alongside "Amy Pond" during the Matt Smith stint as "the Doctor." Apparently, in season 2 of "Broadchurch," Eve Myles *also* of Dr. Who/Torchwood (as "Gwen Cooper") makes an appearance in "Broadchurch." But only a character resembling David was in this particular dream segment.)

The dreamer had the feeling of / I believe said, "Where's all the [inventory]?" or "Where're all the palettes?" (referring to the overnight stock that has to be put up before the 8 AM shift begins) feeling as if the dreamer had perhaps fallen asleep overnight somehow, because there was no memory of any work having been done by the dreamer (or anyone else for that matter— there was simply no stock in the aisles or in the open area, anywhere to be seen.)

At some point in the dream, a type of laptop was being carried around by the dreamer. There were other laptops (maybe 2 others?) but the one being carried by the dreamer had the most "focus," as it were: the handle(s) was of a type of hard-plastic, brief-case type handle, but there was *also* a kind of rubber band-like outer handle, as if, should the main handle break, there would be this rubber band-like emergency handle to use to hold it with.. Seems horribly useless to me, unless of course, there was something like nitro inside the case, or if the contents of the laptop's hard drive were totally irreplaceable and of utmost value. Or maybe "dropping things" in this particular dream culture was simply a major, social taboo?

As the dreamer approaches the "David" character, there's an open laptop on a desk, and the dreamer has a feeling as if an incomplete task is present, asking David something like (not entirely verbatim, but very close): "Is that being formatted / upgraded? Was I helping you with that? Did that get left unfinished?" (Sort of like all 3 questions at once, or possibly as only two questions, but that was the "feel" of them.)

David gave a type of facial indication that such was the case. I honestly can't remember if he "said" anything aloud, possibly a "yeah" or "yes" reply. The dreamer replied with something along the lines of "I'll be sure to get that finished for (or "with") you," as if offering a reassurance.

However, the next moment was interrupted by a dark-haired female, average/hefty size, neither slim nor obese, maybe in her 30s or 40s, (possibly resembling the "Eve Myles" actress previously referenced?) who had a type of H.R.. air about her, announcing that the next wave of dempanic virus coming around was "anthrax" (which actually isn't a virus, but a serious infectious disease caused by gram-positive, rod-shaped bacteria known as Bacillus anthracis.) The dreamer was thinking (possibly saying) something along the lines of "I've had the inoculation" either a year or a few years previously (with the idea that immunization should still be in effect.)

The next thing I recall is the dreamer sitting outside on a mild, well-lit day, sitting or standing behind a young female (possibly early 20s?) with VERY white hair. Not gray (or "grey," if you're British) and not very blonde, but WHITE. The closest thing I can match it to is an Andy Warhol wig. The length and cut of the female's hair was about the same as well, only on her, it was fetching / foxy / attractive, whereas on Andy, it just looked "gauche" (horribly artificial in some manner.)

The dreamer was (notably, at this point, male) standing behind her, seemingly with his arms crossed in front of his chest, so as to present a type of barrier between his front and her back, but standing together so as to share warmth /body presence to some degree.

The location of this view felt *very* much like the south side of Old Fort Parkway (Hwy 96 East) a major, divided, 4-lane highway that leads into-out of the middle of Murfreesboro from I-24 to Broad Street (US-41.) The area of this stretch of the road is *opposite* that of a Wal*Mart that is on the 96 West side of the highway.

As the dreamer and the gal (who had a "feel" rather close to that of my first ex-wife, Beth) were standing there, the dreamer noticed a single bird up on a power line overhead toward the east (the direction they were basically facing) and the bird looked *very* much like a parrot (perched facing north-ish.) This was definitely a bird, as only the bird's left eye was visible on the left side of its beak. For some reason, the dreamer noted the bird's eye.)

In my hometown, parrots are only seen in cages on rare occasion in people's homes, probably because we have 4 distinct seasons in Murfreesboro, so spotting this parrot (smaller than a Macaw, smaller than an adult hen, maybe the size of an adult crow, only narrower from beak to base of the tail feathers in shape as it was, after all, parrot-like) was an "oddity" for sure.

The dreamer also noticed a *beautiful,* iridescent-type sheen (hints of blue & green) in an otherwise white-yellow looking bird. The dreamer *also* apparently was wearing sunglasses of some sort (possibly UV filters?) so that by "lifting" the frames above his line of sight, the beauty of the sheen was visible, but if the glasses were lowered, the sheen was unseen :-)

The dreamer pointed out the bird to the female, who acknowledged its presence, and the dreamer mentioned to her the oddity of a bird like that in this area, and also the sheen, which she also acknowledged, but as indicated earlier, her back was to the dreamer, who found himself lightly sniffing, then more noticeably nuzzling the backside of her hair.

There was a bit of higher-level thinking going on at this point, with the dreamer trying to weigh Biblical principles against the attraction of the flesh, with a feeling that if anything were to go further, prior to marriage, the outlook was not-so-bright.

Still, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the two of them start to "melt" into the warmth of one being, then, in a practically juvenile maneuver, he cupped her breasts in his hands (notably, his right hand) and gave a very gentle squeeze, which met with no resistance or objection of any kind, then he proceed to bring (at least) his right hand up under her shirt, and was approaching upward to feel what he could find, when the dream ended.

Yeah, I know. Unfortunately, it really did end. Otherwise, I'd be posting this over on alt.dreams.adult.

All of this as a whole was around 8 to 9+, with the "higher level" contemplation actually occurring as if the scenario was using MY conscience for the processing sequence, which it very likely was. In short, I feel the dreamer likely succumbed to sin rather than redirect the action toward marriage.