1. (The opening of this dream was fascinating to me in the dream and a little bit now still even after i'm awake.) I suddenly gained consciousness (in the dream) and came to in a place where i didn't know what was going on or where i was. I was either in a big meeting room or on a train, or a combination. Outside was kind of white-blue (possibly like winter?) with lots of trees. Everyone inside was happy. It reminded me a bit of working at camp, but no campers, but it wasn't working at camp. I was trying to figure out if i had blacked out from doing drugs but then thought, "I've never been in this situation before, why would it have happened now? That doesn't make sense...And yet, why don't i remember how i got here?" I somehow was then in the same location, but different, more like a bedroom (my own bed?) but still on the train, and also outside in my parents' neighbourhood where i grew up. I was talking to a friend from high school about working, since they were just fired. They were saying how people i used to play in a band with (who, in the dream were insurance agents, or real estate agents or something) had to travel around (into the USA? or maybe Quebec...or small towns...i forget...maybe all three!) and when they travelled they would falsify their accommodation needs and take up more beds than needed and put poorer people out of sleeping well because the poorer people were giving up their beds. They (friend from high school) said they would have to become a dentist if they couldn't find a job and then said, "Maybe knowing you can help." I asked, "How?" and i don't remember if i got a response. Then they took me on an underground art tour of Winnipeg. We started going down underground and first showed me a small painting (two feet by two feet, approximately) and either said to me or i just thought, "You need to know German to understand this." The painting kind of reminds me (now, when i try to recall it) of something by Monet.
2. In an indoor market...sort of like a Turkish or Middle Eastern bazaar (i think...even though i've never been to one) discussing with a guy i had just met who was Palestinian...i think...i could be wrong. We were talking about where we were from and where we were living in Winnipeg. (This bazaar was apparently in Winnipeg.) Either he didn't understand me or didn't want to tell me. He kept changing his story/stories as well. We kept walking in circles around this island of shops in this one area of the bazaar, and we kept passing a small restaurant and i was trying to figure out what ethnicity the food represented but i couldn't figure out the words on the sign. We were trying to explain to each other about community. He seemed worried or suspicious of me until i told him i lived in Wolseley then he kind of opened up a bit and we talked about Wolseley.
3. I saw my basement was flooding, quite a few feet of water already and i went to go fix a pipe (where the water was pouring out of it? but when i got down there the pipe wasn't pouring water...). The water was already coming up the stairs (it was my basement, but it looked different) so, instead of getting wet (i was wearing rainboots, though) i hung off this ladder suspended near the bottom of the steps to reach the pipe. I pulled off the pipe from its connection (or it was already off?) and shook out/pulled out some garbage in the end of the pipe i was holding. Then, with a screwdriver, i poked holes through the end of the pipe and then thought, "Crap! Why'd i do that? Now when i hook the pipe back up the water will pour out the holes." Then i started hooking the pipe back up and the ladder creaked, and broke a bit and slipped down and i splashed part-way into the water. I climbed slowly up onto the stairs (which now were a combination of stairs/ladder/chain-link fencing) trying to not get wet, but i still got wet (but didn't feel wet). Then i looked back at the basement and the water was gone. As if it had never been flooded. And i was very confused and tried to figure out where the water went or if it had been there to begin with.
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