Dream 11: Spiderma

Date: 1/9/2020

I can recall little in the beginning of the dream. I'm walking at this factory with huge tanks of what I assume is water since harmless steam was coming out of it and heating the area up. I walk in between two of these tanks and into the back side and saw someone kneeling down on both knees and sad. It was my co-worker A. My brother was also there as well trying to comfort her. I came in and asked about the situation. She wanted to trade money with me. I took out a 10$ bill and a (paper Euro bill? I've never seen how other country's currency looks like so I assumed it's legitamicy) and asked what she wanted. She took the Euro Bill and traded me with another paper, labeled Pesos. It suddenly clicked to me that I was in what I think was Europe and she wanted to trade me her pesos amount for my euro amount. But what it also meant was that I just outright lost money in a sense. But I wasn't mad at all, because in the dream, she was homeless, not hobo homeless, but had no home left and nowhere to go whereas I still had my life, home, everything. I hear someone coming and saw another co-worker, B, walk in. He says he is there to pick A up and take her back to the states. We talked for a moment and before they leave, I asked why they don't just stay here in Europe. He says that he is just here to pick A up and is headed back to the U.S. since he still has a life there. We said our goodbyes and headed our own ways. Next scene: I am in a college classroom with bright lights and only a few handful of students there. I swear I was in heaven or something, it was soo damn bright. The lecture starts and I'm rummaging through my backpack for school utensils; notebooks, pencils, etc. I couldn't find any pencils. After class, I'm at some kind of balcony overlooking the boats ride along the river below me. Some dude in one of the other house shows me a bowl of freshly cut up squid prepared for making calamari. He wanted me to touch it and even jumped accross to my balcony for that purpose. I refused but he insisted and pulled my hands deep into the bowl. It was all squishy and gooey and slimy and made an (erotic now that I think about it) disgusting sound. And that is the story of how I became Spiderman in the dream. Next cut: I'm at an overlook at a big party. I don't remember what my quarrel with Sonny Burch from Antman and the Wasp was, but I needed to take them out. I swung around and eventually I swung too low and Sonny got me down with a punch. We did it one more round and the same thing happens. I tried to take them out and eventually I woke up.