Magical dreams

Date: 12/23/2016

These are snippets of the dreams I had last night. I was a teenager in all of them. I was surfing/swimming/diving. It wasn't really any of those things because me and a group of new friends I had just met went into the sea, under the ocean. We could breath underwater, or well, didn't need to breath. It was a special ability and instead our lungs were filled with this water jelly like substance. I did it often whenever I found a beach. I was a teen and it was fun. I remember lying on the bottom of the ocean floor and seeing the stars through the waters. This happened twice. I waved at them, amazed at the clarity. The third and last time I swam this way in the dream it was a bit difficult to transition back to breathing, the substance was a bit thick in my throat I felt I had to spit it out. But usually I think it just dissipated or absorbed naturally. I was with a new friend and my ex Laura. She and I were pleased to see each other again. It was kinda like a sleepover thing, like as if we were 16. There was a set of pink pajamas on somebody. We talked us three and laughed like girls. We were actually working and she was up for the same job as me or I was up for the same job as her. I was whining about this job, maybe telling her about it, being stuck in a box all day didn't seem appealing. Even if the box traveled all over the mall. She talked about my art, I spoke about art too. She seemed to encourage me to continue but I wasn't sure what my talent was. This is connected to the above dreams. I was with guy, a man actually. He was adamant about me saving somebody, or helping somebody, a kid with he ability to create art with just the touch of his finger. As if he didn't need paint and stuff. This guy wanted me to take up a job protecting him, and everyone else like him. People with abilities which are extra ordinary. I was reluctant, like I said above, didn't want to be stuck in a box all day. Plus I didn't really know what ability I had. I was with another man, and I was 16 and I had red hair. He and I appeared to be father and daughter and we moved into this new house but it wasn't the typical living you'd would imagine. He was an inventor. He made living spaces which were unusual. The truck he gave me, a big red thing modern thing, was actually a house on the inside, huge and amazing. As was his yacht and quite a few other things in our life. We moved a lot and took these homes with us. And I wasn't his daughter, I was his mother. I was permanently 16. Even mentally, I acted like a 16 year old. Interested in those things. He treated me like a daughter but called me mother. It was interesting and odd. Really odd. Another ex of mine was interested in having sex, she asked me didn't I want to as well, she was incredibly aroused when she asked this. I felt disgusted by her however, so much so it woke me up briefly and I shook my head to rid myself of that dream.