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Colorful tricksters, dream by mikele -- Jan. 28, 2012

I went to some internet dating company event, on one of the top floors of a sunny bright building. One of the companies there was Israeli - I got to talk to their team, fun, young dynamic guys and girls, everybody was in a good mood. They didn't know I knew Hebrew but eventually I told them I could understand what they were saying. I reflect to myself that I am in the middle of the silicon valley with all these cool guys, it's exciting.

I take an elevator down and there are people in it, including Manabu, my old boss at Riken. I am surprised to see him, but happy because I have the opportunity to tell him I decided to give up the project on neural analysis with Sonja, because the data is insufficient in size and quality. He remains quite, and I can't understand what he is thinking.

I end up in some large, lightly lit waiting room. There is some booth there with a glass window, and I hear my name called. I go to the booth: there is a person distributing passports - a mid aged fat guy with a mustache.There are a bunch of passports by his box window. They are all used, most of them are French. I look for mine, am a bit anxious. I find one that looks like it, with the leather red/brown cover. I take a look into it, and I see it actually belongs to my farther. There are other id cards of his, showing him at different adult ages. It is clearly him, and I am really surprised to find this passport here. In was also my harmonicas in a bag with me.

I come back to my apartment building, get into the lobby. It is very dimly lit, but I can see many glass doors and walls. I went in through a different glass door than usual. In fact, it is not the main lobby but another one, adjacent. I am a bit surprised that I could get a lobby for which I did not need to use my magnetic card to get in. Eventually, I realize that I do need a card to get in the other, real lobby, but I am stuck in this one. One of the reasons I entered this other in the first place was to get my chromatic harmonica that I had left there, that was sitting behind the glass door on a pile of clothes on a sofa. I could see it through another glass wall. Somehow it remained inaccessible. I become anxious that I cannot get out of there. I may have used my iPad to type in some email on a colorful screen, text area had black background, expecting it would open the door. I couldn't do what I wanted: the iPad just didn't let me go to the right page. Eventually I use my magnetic card to get in the real lobby, and manage to take the elevator up back to my apartment.

Then I awake in my Oakland apartment room (in the dream) knowing that all this was but a dream. I decide to write this dream down on my iPad, but somehow it is stuck as well, in the email function, so I cannot use the note pad program. That page keeps coming back even though I slide it away.
I walk out of my room to the living room, and I see the two cats - ginger and black running out of the washing machine cabinet in the dark corridor, go into the bright warm colored living room and then left into the bathroom used by my flat-mates. Then, some other animal, a mix of a sheep and a goat, with curly very light brown fur, jumps out in an acrobatic summer salt from the bathroom, together with the cats. It has black shoes and red socks - it looks like a child disguised, but seems partly real too. It takes me time to realize there is one too much animal in the room, in addition to the two cats. This is not really normal, but I accept it. Then, jump out from the bathroom, 3 or four other colorful figured, young, laughing, ready to make jokes. Each one is dressed with a jumpsuit, like super heroes, of a specific color: blue, green, yellow, orange. The have funny hats, a little like those of a buffoon. This is really surprising, but I am happy to see them because they are real, so the works is more fun than it appears - indeed, I am out of the dream (so I think) ! I hold press couple of them on the shoulders with my hands to confirm they are real, and I am happy they are. However, the general feeling is that they have their own agenda, and feel some hostility.

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