Bears

I found myself walking on a sidewalk when I noticed two bears in the distance. They continued to approach me. I was afraid of them and assumed they would attack me. They came right up to me and started sniffing me. They started biting me, but these were friendly bites, like a dog when it's playing. My fear quickly subsided and I trusted the two. I began walking with them down the sidewalk. We approached a building, maybe a doctors office or an office building. I had to go in and I was bummed to leave my new bear friends. From the inside, I watched them and how people reacted to them. They finally disappeared from my view. Inside the building I had been waiting in a line and everyone had files. I'm not really sure what I was doing there. I decided to leave and try to find the bears, but they were no where to be found.

Tornado

I found myself on the open plains, very similar to the landscapes in the Midwest where I grew up as a child. I was on what seemed like a farm or a house with a lot of land and surrounded by farmland and open spaces. My aunt and two uncles were there. In the near distance we see a tornado and it is coming toward us quickly. I remember running into the house trying to find a place to take shelter. The house had no basement and I was running around frantically trying to find a closet or some other place in a bathroom that might be safe.

I wasn't satisfied with anything in the house, so oddly enough, went outside to "take shelter," basically right in the path of the twister. I laid on the ground in some kind of box made out of 2x4s. There was a lot of junk, including blankets and other things. My family members were all there with me as we braced for the storm. I recall pulling down pieces of metal that were sticking out of the ground so that they wouldn't fall down on us. I grabbed on to my uncle's arm and closed my eyes. The earth was shaking and the sound of the approaching tornado was nearly unbearable. I covered myself with a blanket and closed my eyes. I could hear the tornado approach us.

As it got closer, probably about 5 yards away, the rumbling decreased. The tornado had dissipated right as it passed us. I opened my eyes when the sound of it subsided and saw it break apart and ascend back up into the clouds. All it had left was a few black marks on the house where it began to break apart.

The Answer in a Dream

I'm finding that taking a lab class as an independent study is somewhat of a challenge. There was one question in my lab exercises that totally threw  me off and I couldn't figure out the answer. The coolest thing happened, and last night I dreamt of the answer, illustrations and all. I find it pretty amazing that such a thing is possible. I did some research online to make sure the dream was right, and it was. It could just be that my mind was more open while sleeping, and so the answer just came, but regardless of how it worked, I think it's awesome. Now if only all my homework could be done while sleeping!!! Here's the question, just for fun:

What is the latitude of the tangent rays of the sun in the Northern Hemisphere on June 21st? In my dream, I was shown the Earth titled as it would be on the Summer Solstice, meaning the North Pole and Northern Hemisphere are tilted toward the sun. I saw the Circle of Illumination, which was at the far side of the Arctic Circle, because on this day, the entire area within the Arctic Circle is illuminated by the sun for 24 hours. So duh, the latitude of the tangent rays (just skimming the Earth) on the June Solstice is at the same latitude as the Arctic Circle, which is 66.5 degrees N, or 23.5 degrees to the far side of the North Pole.

What is the latitude of the tangent rays in the Southern Hemisphere on June 21st? Well, this would be the opposite of the Northern Hemisphere, since the Earth is tilted away from the Sun. It is thus winter there and the entire Antarctic Circle is receiving 24 hours of darkness. Thus the tangent rays hit the Antarctic Circle 23.5 degrees to the near side of the South Pole, leaving the entire circle in darkness. The latitude at the Antarctic Circle is 66.5 degrees South.

Now I realize what an easy question it actually was.

Why can't all my dreams be that straight forward when I'm seeking the answer to something? Ha!!

Revolving Door

I find myself in Florida with my friend Coral. The part of this dream that stood out most was a revolving door. I was with Coral and an older woman, who seemed to have been her grandmother. She was taking care of her and the three of us were out at a mall. Between the mall world of shops and people and the parking lot, was a revolving door. Coral and the old woman went through and I followed them. As I entered, the door stopped. I noticed how small the sections were. The door was not manual, so I could not push it myself. I realized there were buttons and switches all over the inside and I assumed there had to be a way to get it going again, I just didn't know how. The switches and buttons were not marked. I finally get out and walk over to the car where Coral and the old woman are waiting and get in the back seat. We go back to her house and I remember looking at the scenery. I try to take a picture and suddenly a big old truck gets in the way of the scenery. The truck is very old, probably from the 50's. A very old woman is driving the truck. It's right in my face, as if I had to pay attention to her and the truck.

I'm sure there's a reason, but I don't like it...

In this dream, I find myself hanging out at someone's house. It wasn't my own, and it seemed to be a friend's house or maybe a boyfriend's house. I remember looking out across the yard and patio. I go inside and lay down in a bed (luckily fully clothed, ha!). Suddenly, I hear someone knocking at the front door. Since it was not my house, I didn't get up to answer it. I hear voices in the other room and realize it is my dad. He finds his way to where I am and storms into the room. He's drunk and I'm pissed and embarrassed as usual. He's talking, but I can't make sense of what he is saying. Suddenly, there are two of him, identical images of him, same clothes, everything. One of him goes and lays down in another room and becomes silent. The other is still rambling on. Then out of nowhere a doctor walks in and tells me my dad has one hundred "incidences" ?? going on in his body and that every one of them should have killed him. Then the doctor was gone.
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The last thing I want to dream about is my dad being drunk even after he is gone. It was bad enough in real life. Why do I have to dream this shit? Can people still drink in the afterlife, cause if so, I'm gonna kick his ass when I see him. Although if you're not alive, I suppose it doesn't really matter if you're drunk or not. Either way, it seems you could be spending your time more wisely. Then again, it could have nothing to do with him and just be a reflection of my own psychological issues that surround my dad's alcoholism and the manner in which he passed. Very interesting that there were two of him and what the doctor said. I've got to ponder this one some more, but it sucks to go there...