From: justisaur@yahoo.com   
      
   Two different dreams from different days.  I didn't post "webs" as I   
   only remember a snippet, it must've been several weeks now.   
      
   "Webs"   
      
   I was walking into my house, I see a number of 'webs' for lack of a   
   better term.  They are each about as thick as my forearm, they look to   
   be made of black licorice candy with a sort of splatter at each anchor   
   point, each is a single strand, not actually web shaped, they also have   
   an uneven shape as though they were made out of string cheese which had   
   been stretched far enough to start splitting, but then melted back into   
   a slightly blob like shape, or perhaps a bit like cave rocks. It's hard   
   to describe, but I could draw it easily enough.   
      
   Each is diagonal anchored on a wall and the floor or ceiling.  There's   
   one anchored on the door frame and diagonally on the floor further into   
   the room, and a good number further in the house to make it appear webbed.   
      
   I'm moving into the house with some trepidation, and feeling anxious,   
   wondering what monster did this, or is it fungus, or some horrible   
   prank.  I get the impression I'm 20's female of slight build and   
   bookish, perhaps wearing glasses (I'm not either) and crouched a bit,   
   and that my wife is besides and behind me.   
      
   There's some yellow flickering light, almost a miasma within the house   
   as though illuminated by candles or a fire.  I also get the impression   
   there's police around and the outside is taped off.   
      
   At that point I wake.   
      
   I just remembered now I had moved up to the police and had had asked   
   "what's going on?" and they'd said something like "We're investigating   
   Ma'am."  I said "That's my house!" in a loud but not yelling voice with   
   some frustration.  I move past the police, who seem to be standing about   
   ineffectually, and brushed aside the tape - where the description began.   
      
      
      
   "RC Car"   
      
   Once again at my kid's school.  I park in the nearly full parking lot,   
   which is much larger than my kid's school.  My wife is with me   
   semi-following to the right, a building on the left. We seem to be   
   trying to walk through the school, as if to get home (With the physical   
   configuration of the real school that wouldn't be possible, and it makes   
   no sense to park at the school to go home) and we're chit chatting   
   nothing of import about what I don't remember.   
      
   I find I'm driving an RC car a few feet in front of me.  There's a bunch   
   of brown things on the sidewalk that I'm having trouble navigating the   
   car through.  They look sort of like chunks of tire with the steel   
   threads in them other than being the color and size of wood chips.   
      
   I have a black remote control, the car appears to be made of a a number   
   of blocks of blue white and black, perhaps Legos with some curved pieces   
   on top to make it look more car like.  It's about 5 or 6 inches wide.  I   
   seem to be looking down on it from very high, perhaps I'm much taller   
   than normal.   
      
   I feel my wife move past me as I'm futzing around with trying to drive   
   the car through the chips, I look up after a few moments.   
      
   I look up and don't see my wife, I look around and see see an elderly   
   black man wearing a cloth fedora with a pattern that looks 40 years old,   
   yellow-beige with thin dashed lines of blue and red.  He has white   
   stubble and a bit of white and is healthily thin.  He's wearing slacks,   
   has dress shoes somewhat worn and a button up short sleeve shirt, also   
   with a dotted line pattern.  His arms are draped on the bench he sits   
   on.  He nods in the direction in which we were headed as if to say "over   
   there."  I look over there, there's a shadowy figure on a side walk a   
   good couple hundred feet away.  Thinking about him now still is giving   
   me the shivers.   
      
   He is in all black wearing a hat and trench coat of the kind an old 60's   
   cartoon spy might wear.  He's a little thick around the middle.  I can't   
   make out the face.  His hands are in his pockets.  His head is all fuzzy   
   as if made of shadow-stuff.  He's pacing slowly back and forth.  I want   
   to know what he's done with my wife.  He stops to face in my direction,   
   but without apparent recognition.   
      
   I hop feet first in the pool to the right (no pool at my kid's school,   
   and I don't think had been there a moment ago) to escape his gaze.   
      
   The following is 10/10 clear as being awake:   
      
   I see myself from out of body a few feet away in the pool ramrod   
   straight fully submerged.  I'm not myself though.  I'm a thicker black   
   man, about mid way between line backer and tight end, of milk chocolate   
   complexion (I'm white) maybe in his 40s, with a widow's peak of tight   
   curls, floating up a bit in the back to make a sort of W. He has a short   
   mustache and roundish face, which reminds me a bit of an amalgam of Key   
   & Peel, and a hulking meathead of an old college friend I had a falling   
   out with.  I'm wearing one of my favorite shirts, a short sleeve autumn   
   green with large boxes of dark blue dashed thread, and breast pockets.   
      
   The pool is well illuminated by the sun and clear, I see a few bubbles   
   around 'me'.  I'm going through some strange expressions, concentrating   
   to look toward the shadowy man though still underwater Then shifting to   
   look back.  I get the feeling of tightness in the chest from holding my   
   breath.  I'm holding my arms straight against my body and my legs   
   straight out as if standing, but I'm obviously floating underwater a   
   half-foot at a slight angle.  I'm not struggling.   
      
   I wake up.   
      
   Looking back on it the angle and the fact I was holding my arms and legs   
   like that was very odd, almost as if a force was keeping them there, but   
   I wasn't struggling and didn't feel any such force.  It's very odd I was   
   able to keep underwater and somehow turn to look back without otherwise   
   moving, though I get the impression I was moving my hands like fins to   
   do so, only I moved as if turning around quickly out of the water.   
      
   I've never dreamt I was a black man that I can remember, nor so large as   
   that.  Seeing myself from the outside clearly like that is very unusual   
   too.  Usually when I see myself at all from the outside it's more like   
   an impression of a memory or just an awareness of what I look like and   
   very dreamlike.   
      
   Seeing myself as a woman isn't common, but has happened, usually it has   
   no real impact on the dream, perhaps on this occasion it is just   
   representing the vulnerability and trepidation I was feeling in the   
   dream.  I might have even been my normal waking 'me' before I started to   
   enter the house.   
      
   I imagine the 'webs' dream was about the state of our house which I   
   haven't been able to do much about due to a variety of factors, and   
   which is constantly angering and stressing me out.   
      
   The only thing I have any idea about in the 'RC Car' is that I was rear   
      
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