Only a few ever find the way.
Some never do.
Some never want to...

I won't say whom amongst my brothers or sisters this dream focused on, but it was about them and I woke up with a huge sadness in my mood.

I don't recollect exactly what happened to bring me to that point, but I remember being at my parent's home, around their dinner table. A man in a white coat/jacket? was there breaking the news that one of my (brothers/sisters) had died in a horrible accident. Dead. But it was possible to bring them back. The only catch was if they were brought back to life, there was an almost certain possibility they would not have the same personality. The man in the white coat explained it like this: Regardless of your memory of them and whom they were: They might come back as Nobel scientist or doctor. Or, they could equally come back as a drug addict alcoholic. Basically they may come back for the better...or far worse than you could ever imagine. But as a family, at least, they would be alive.

I pleaded with my parents NO. Not because I missed them so, but because we don't know what is going to come back: The person we bring back to life will NOT BE THE ONE we knew... My mother fought back and said if there is a chance to bring them back, we should. I disputed we could make them even worse...and I didn't want to lose them...

Suddenly the man in the white coat told us it was too late...they had already been reborn somewhere on earth...then I woke up.

I just woke up now and I was on an island somewhere in the Indian ocean. On the helicopter we are on, we are headed to a strange outcropping of rock but as we get closer it actually has a single space amongst it's spires to land. As we are landing the pilot mentions we are at the nest of a rare species of terrapins "that's what the pilot called them". Everywhere around us are weird, large turtles. They have really long necks, turtle heads, tortoise shells, but super long, thick legs. They stand from foot to head...almost eye to eye. I have never seen a "terrapin" like this. This island is extremely small, and rocky...almost like a volcanic shard that plants just made fertile. And the cave...at the end of this cave was an egg. Easily half my body height.  My mom wanted to hold this egg but when she did dark yolk came out...no cracks in it's shell. And then I woke up.

I had a dream I was on a bike trying to ride home. The sun was already set but the sky still held what little left of light in it giving everything a blue, azure tint. The place felt familiar, like the area I grew up in as a kid. There wasn't really much traffic on the streets, none really and all the shops were closed. Street lights were still on but few and far between and barely able to light the pavement as I rode along. As I am riding the bike I come up to an intersection that is empty. No cars. I am on the right side of the street, and somehow I know that I need to make another right at this corner. That's when I see in the middle of this plaza parking lot there is a single light with a bench under it lit by a dim orangish floodlight with men sitting around the table. I'm confused where I am at so I decided to maybe go and ask for help from them. As I get closer to the table I see that this group of  men are all my uncles from my mom's side of the family...including my uncle Barney and uncle Louie whom have passed away. By the time I reach them I am out of breath but super relieved that it's someone I know. I talk to them, saying hello and if they can help me. They just stare back at me in silence. I think I probably tried to ask some more questions but realize they can't understand me, but recognize me enough to not push me away. Something tells me I need to get home before it's too dark to find my way home so I get back on my bike and go. I look back one more time and they are still sitting at the bench amongst themselves. And then I woke up.

The other night I had a dream I was hanging out with the Jackass crew as we tried to piss off a humpback whale... I am terrified of open ocean even though we were by the coast. But the whale seemed to like the attention.

Got out of bed this morning to get ready and could feel my face was burning. Go to the bathroom to wash up and instead of my face in the mirror it's an older Native American man with a thick horizontal red blood stripe painted across his face with dark ash around his eyes. Start washing my face and it becomes mine again. I then wake up and see I'm still laying in bed.

I had a dream about this place called the Forest of Thought, something to do with locations that compromise dreams. At any rate, this 3 legged pincer tower then teleports you to the second place "Ichhio Buuro" (something like that, i just remember alot of ICH and alot of U's in the name). This place is where the creatures that live in the forest come from. Both of them were negativily illuminated, kinda like the world of Tron. In Ichhio there were these bedouin looking huts with weird sanscripts, and small imps that ran around. And in the distance there was something engulfed in blue flames with a magenta core, but it was too far away to make out what it was.