I have moved to a large home with a narrow small land profile somewhere south of Boston, maybe just over the Rhode Island border. It is on a very fast-paced section of tight roads, with a sharp corner that cannot be seen in the dark. The house is both inside and outside, and includes this very narrow garage, and directly next to it is a sales counter, so a prime house for an artist like myself, with something to sell. I have moved here because I'm returning to teaching at SAIC. At some point a car careens into a hill right next to the house because it's missed the dark turn. I realize that my old 90s Volvo and a 90s minivan are gone/have been stolen. I walk up the street and find a man living in another house who says obviously this can happen around here. So why are we here if it happens so instantly after moving in? Well, clearly the neighborhood is still good. The houses are large. I walk back down the slight hill to my home where my station wagon may actually be there now. And the world has shifted. I'm trying to get back north to Boston/Chicago and wondering where the nearest commuter rail is, since I'd prefer that to driving and dealing with parking. I exist in an overhead view for a moment, as if peering at a map. I discover that the road where the crash had happened is actually farther from my house than before, across a field.

At some point late in a dream, I am dealing with electrical wiring, and so I use a cloth between my hand and the wires as I work on it, but after a short period of time, I realize the cloth isn't working, and in fact my whole arm is now pale white, with charred marks, and I feel as if I'm some sort of Darth character (sidius pops into mind). I awake uncomfortably.

On a beach at some point, just an expanse of sand, maybe 20 feet across. A shoreline that goes to infinity, though it is a narrow shoreline because there's a wall brushing right up against this calm pool-like ocean. A man is sitting in the water, and there is a large dark shape behind him. It is a shark, and the man is now inside the shark, clearly dead, but we run up, and the shark, little bigger than the man, slowly comes up the shore and stops of its own accord. We somehow split the shark and pull the man out. He is, even after a minute (or ten?) waterlogged and dead, with his face pushed in, in the strangest most uncomfortable looking way.

There may have been one other uncomfortable dream.

5/31/14
First dream
exploring these caves that were inside apartment complexes while threatening military convoys thundered and rumbled by outside. knew that war was coming. ultimately fled somehow to a series of upper class apartments that were floating in the midst of a massive flood/risen sea. could only get there by an elevated highway. made way into an apartment to get away with several companions, wading waist deep through water, pushing aside furniture trying to get deeper into apt. woke up.
Second dream
some sort of outdoor housing area (maybe similar to Treasure Island's low-income housing), including an old-fashioned baseball field. someone loses his son. chase/go looking for son, end up somehow in large vertical cylindrical chamber with massive jellyfish type creatures. (gotta touch them all? don't remember. just a feeling of them luring me but also threatening even if just due to their size.) one near the top had a massive glowing yellow eye thing on its underbelly. was scared of it, almost touched it, or did, nothing bad. vague memories of staircase after.