#1: Seems to be a continuation of the war theme from last night. Actually, let me back up for a second - initially there was snippet that involved getting people older than myself involved in the political process for the first time - or more to the point, directing them to HuffPo and other trappings of a liberal - as well as using relevant technology to do it. I remember being pretty stoked watching the proverbial lightbulbs turn on, and the event wasn't ruined by Glenn Beck fans or the like showing up. Concerning the main event, I was still involved in some sort of conflict apparently. This time there were no dudes in uniform, just a bunch of white boys wearing blue clothing. The conflict was over in that area, my unit was waiting to move out. The inevitable process of gathering and processing the war dead was underway, a task I wasn't assigned to participate in. In what I can only call a moment of morbid solidarity I pester my commanding officer until I get his verbal consent to assist with that task, and since the 'dead' look more like a bunch of passed out frat boys than real war dead it wouldn't have been that bad. However, fate had other ideas for me and I found myself assisting in gutting a house for renovation instead.

When I say we gutted the house (which I later learn belonged to my grandmother, who I also learned had a Spanish background no one ever told me about), we took our mission to the fullest possible extreme: when we were done, all that was left was the 2x4's composing the frame. We even ripped up the actual floorboards, so that you could see into the basement. Then someone, possibly my roommate Larry or a Larry-surrogate, suggested that since we got the job done so quickly, why not just keep at it and renovate it ourselves? Considering this took much less than a minute, perhaps seconds to go from fully furnished to stripped, everyone agreed. In the meantime there were still a few demolition tasks to complete, namely ripping out a cooling unit mounted in the ceiling above the entrance. Being unskilled at this I just start tearing at the hoses and metal fins until a coolant/water mixture is spraying all over myself and fellow workers from the ruptured device. I realize that this system is tied into some nearby water meters and after adjusting these devices, the liquid stops spewing out: crisis averted. At that point, several hispanics show up to pay their respects and assist where possible, and I'm shown the grandmother angle in a flashback or dream-within-the-dream. They've taken it upon themselves to decorate her nursing home extremely festively and lend a hand with the interior of the house. So now it's like some liberal's wet dream: white kids and minorities working together, painting the house with garish hippie and mexican patterns. I end up making my way to a bedroom, which turned out to be my old bedroom when I was living in New Berlin, WI and people were painting my walls, which were the same green-blue color I picked out when I was twelve, back to the original sky-blue except they were painting around everything (and sometimes over things) on the walls without regard for how this might look when you removed the posters. All this activity in the house had a feel of sponteneity, and long-term consequences of actions were not considered. Anyway, what troubled me the most was when someone started painting over paintings I had stored and was not displaying. They agreed to leave at least one untouched, and I had a feeling that the novelty of this would wear off midway through touching up the second painting and they'd move on to some other task. At this point consciousness kicked in, reminding me that I had pressing labwork to complete tonight and a car to track down that I left behind at school. The labwork is underway, my car is presumably where I left it.

Commentary: Man, this dream was such a habberdashery of things. The white kids were probably the light blue shirt wearing idiot Greenpeace hucksters that I had to pass today. Larry spent the summer in Romania working on his deceased father's house, so that may explain that. My hands-on lesson in hydrodynamics may have come from reading about the Sutro Bath ruins as well as indoor water parks in California. The initial dream drlikely came from an article I read discussing the difficulties of accepting friend requests from your parents on Facebook and subsequent discussion of this later that night.

#2: Tried to catch some sleep between work shifts and wasn't able to completely pass out, so whatever I was channeling was never really focused. One fragment had me drifting on wreckage again, and somehow engaged in selling things (telepathically?). I was communicating with a woman throughout this. Sometimes one deal can make or break you in the business world and in this case, so could one really strong wave. Another fragment had me following a woman throughout a tall building - at least 70-ish stories - with white granite throughout. There was much riding of escalators and usage of stairs and elevators, and she was always on the search for something. I knew finding whatever it was was time-sensitive, and I have a feeling she may have simply been looking for a way out.