Gods of Dream.

  I had a dream where we were trying to help people pick out boy band voices and there were ALL different types. You could pick out the voice you wanted in a booth or with a picture from the wall or a binder.  When people would Pick them Up we would have to train them how to use them and if they were unhappy with the voice it was not exchangable so we just had to teach people how to use the voice that they had the right way and we kept trying to explain that you can’t make a voice like brian from backstreet boys sound like justin timberlake.  We would have to explain some voices were not boy band voices even if they wanted to have that voice but some voices they chose could be made to sound like it and we had voices that showed conversion voices which had a spectrum of the different results they could get if you started with a specific type of voice. 

 While at work, I heard the doctor and her husband reading aloud in one of the examination rooms. It was Lord of the Rings and they were reading it back and forth to each other urgently. They seemed like they were trying to finish it immediately, but also in one whole sitting. Patients started queuing up in the waiting room to the point where you could only see the tops of their heads and not their faces anymore and they were asking when they would be seen. I could hear them still reading, and I knew that it was still early on in the book so it would still be a while and the patients started getting mad and pushing forward. I started finding chairs and boxes and stacking them in front of the waiting area, but people kept clamoring and asking when they could get in and pushing forward, and I could hear the doctors starting to stack their doorway with boxes from the inside as well. I was walking up and down the chairs and boxes to get more and more to throw in the way of the crowd, but I

 I was traveling a dead country with a girl. She was pregnant with a child, but the child was not her own. It was planted there by what we thought was a science organization that we believed was following us. We felt we were being trailed so we were staying in people's houses instead of checking into hotels or established places, though there weren't many to choose from at this point. The world was dying, lots of browned and dying trees and the light was more gold-hued, like cinematic early morning, but constantly. Gold flecks seemed to be in the air. Visions were tinted. We were in a cave system, and we were going lower and lower and the girl had to rest so she sat up against a giant tree trunk that was petrified and was growing below ground. She kept sliding backwards, slowly as the tree seemed to be giving way, but we had become cornered by the team that was following us. We kept trying to squeeze lower and lower into our hiding place, to the point where she eventually start