Bee Stings & Moving to Alaska

I am going through this manmade plastic tunnel with my friend Candy and suddenly start to feel stings on my arms. I realize that the tunnel is filled with bees. We rush out as quickly as possible to find a scientist waiting for us at the end. He asks how many stings we have. I tell him about six or seven on my arms. I don't know the purpose of the study.


I find myself hiking up a hill with someone. We are about to move and find a house to buy. We are heading to Alaska. I agree to move there as long as we are near the ocean and/or by mountains. Up ahead there is a large hill/cliff where people are laying on the edge. The people represent their houses. We walk up to them, up the steep mountain and the land turns vertically, making us fall off.

Adventuring into Native American Territory

I am hiking through the woods along a creek. I come to an opening and see several mountains from a distance that I had seen on a previous hike but never had the chance to hike them. I decide I want to explore that area this hike. As I walk out of the woods, still alongside the creek, I see several Native Americans camped out. Some people have long feathers on their heads, hung down from a headband. Some people are cooking meat by a fire and others washing clothes.

They see me.

I am shocked as they all suddenly lift their loaded bows and point them towards me. I stop in my tracks and don't move. They feel threatened by me because I'm an invader. I worry a little bit but I don't think they will cause me harm because I don't intend to harm them. I turn around and walk back to the woods.

Later, I'm at a flea market with one large wooden barn/house/warehouse at one end. Everyone I'm with are trying to leave but I walk through the barn. On the other side of the land, I see more Native Americans working in the woods. The flea market is ran by them. A man talks to me when I enter the barn but I can't remember what he said. There is nothing to fear.

All I know, is that I want to get back over to those mountains and explore them.

Living in Small Room in France

I'm living in France, in a tiny room inside someone's place for 350 Euros/month. I'm wandering around town with a friend shopping. We see a chocolate candy store and ask the local people (in French) which chocolate is the best. They recommend two kinds. One kind is 23 Euros. My reaction is "Holy Shit". The other kind is 8 Euros. I go for that one even though that one is expensive too. I have a huge dessert craving, which is rare for me. I am excited to be living in France and to experience the food culture. I love picking out different pastries at the bakeries. I think to myself, I'm going to get fat. And then I retract that thought because of how much walking I will be doing here.

Later on in the dream, I find out that my cousin is beating his new wife. She is withering away. I offer to hide her in my room. Because I know how much of a scam artist her and my cousin are and because she has a job, I ask her to try and pay 100 Euro/month to stay with me. She agrees and settles in. My cousin doesn't even look for her or care what is going on.

Trying To Move In With French Guy

I am in a place that is very similar to the Grand Place in Brussels, but I am in France and not Belgium. I want to move here permanently since I am only visiting on vacation. I have no life anywhere else so it is perfect. I love France. I love speaking French. I meet this attractive, blond haired French guy. He shows me his apartment and jokes to me that it is for rent. I respond with serious interest.
"I would love to check out your place!" He opens the door and I see everything neatly organized. There is a lot of black and white. It is very fancy in here. I don't even think about the fact that it must cost a fortune to live here.
"I was just kidding. I'm not renting out. I still live here."
"Do you need a roommate?" I persist on. "Tu t'appelles comment?" I continue in French try to make my American-self worthy of staying in his country. "Tu viens d'ici?" I try and ramble as much French as I can remember. His friend is walking nearby us and is teasing me in all my effort. We walk through the Grand Place and head out somewhere... Who knows where... BECAUSE I WAKE UP.