Lots of dreams lately, few recorded. 

This one: I'm in a swim tank, big, filled with water (?!!), and I'm looking to swim out. There's a ladder, it leads upward, and I follow it along and upwards, there's a ceiling to the tank and I'm expecting to go through the portal and arrive in some air....

...only it only leads into another swim tank, no air, and I keep climbing the ladder....

up, and up, portal after portal, always the same, swim tank feeding into swim tank...never any air...

I dreamed that I found you in a narrow maze of dappling sunlight and old dark brick walls overgrown with ivy...I was delighted, and threw my arms around you, picked you up, gave you a hug, grabbed your ass (!!), was surprised and delighted that you were as glad to see me too...

Looking in your eyes, at your face...

Putting you back down - we'll meet! Where? In the rose garden - I know it, it's at the center, thorny rosebushes climbing the walls, wrought iron cafe chairs and tables, I'll find you there in a moment, you have a quick errand, as do I ...

Walking away from you, excited, soon I would see you, soon, after how long? Only now I meet somebody else I know, am dragged along - our meeting, suddenly cancelled, and I can't reach you to reschedule or make explanation, ...

**dream ends. Don't know where it was, haven't ever been there. About as good a dream as I've had for a long time, woke up - and would love to have fallen asleep and had it resume, maybe tonight...***

I'm at a thrift shop, WIN, I think, somewhere between here and there, I'm going to say Red Deer not Red Deer. More an antique or junk shop, and I'm there with my son and my father, treasures galore...I'm on the main floor, collecting antique candlesticks, there's a a glass display case filled with beautiful things, I've set my candlesticks down, looking at vintage watches, all sorts, I'm laying aside a pile, rarities and brands I've never seen before...

Looking through the case, then upstairs, another glass case, and now I'm finding expensive fountain pens, Mont Blancs, all sorts of designs, new, in the box, I can't keep up with all the treasures, and as quickly as I'm piling them up they're disappearing, and I'm getting a little panic-stricken, can I afford them all? And where are they going to?

My father, he's had enough, he wants us to hurry, get out of here, time to continue onwards to our destination, ...

I'm somewhere and I hear from Lance - an old friend I haven't seen since University. He looks different, older, unrecognizable. We're going to go out, only at the moment I'm between 2 apartments, both half unpacked and filled with treasures, so I tell him I just want to go home, pick up my shoes, I'll meet him after...

Rooting through my belongings, half-packed or unpacked boxes...

Going to leave when a snake, small, venomous, bites me on the heel - I check; it hasn't punctured the skin, I should be fine, but my chance to meet Lance, it's gone...

***

A nap, later in the day, picks up on the same dream, Lance with a friend of his, tall, good looking African/American musician, we're in my other apartment, my Calgary one, and I'm looking for something to prepare for them...