(Archival - dream originally recorded 11 August, 2005)
I begin this dream in a modern log cabin in what seems to be some sort of state park. It is completely furnished like it is someone's home. A knock comes to the door and I answer it, stepping outside. It is night. I find myself talking with a skinny teenager with a red and cream colored leather letterman jacket, and someone else might be with him. He is not terribly tall but he's gangly and reminds me of Goofy's son (or is it nephew?) in the Disney cartoon Goof Troop. His skin and hair have a comical brown milk chocolate tone to them, in fact they are the exact same color. He is smiling idiocally and I get the impression that I'm in a slap-stick teen wolf kind of movie. He starts to talk to me about how cool lycanthropy is (I believe he used that exact word) and that I should let him bite me so I can join in on the fun. I never allow him to bite me but I do have the impression that I've become a 'wolf'. I transition to a place, in the day now, I think of as far removed from civilization where the rest of these wolves live. It is dense woods and naked foothills. I begin to consider on my own, and later with others, of how best to lure people here so that we can eat them. I now only think of humans as food. As time moves on, I begin to think of this place as completely removed from the world of men, like a seperate plane of existance, and I don't think of myself and these others as wolves anymore, more like advanced beings. I feel a deep connection with the others that borders on racial and cultural. I then have a perception that this world is connected to the world of men by a door that only 'we' have a key to. This door is merely a door in 'our' world but it is a door in a Victorian style house on the other side, in the world of men. I then transition to a dark underground room in which are hung red tapestries on all of the walls. Many work benches fill the classroom sized area and tools are spread out on them. Another person, who appears completely human, walks into the entryway. He is young, about fifteen, and is a person I knew in High School (I think his name was Chris) and we become verbally confrontational. We argue about who is fit to be the leader of these people, and neither of us think the other is up to the job. We resolve to solve our differences with a fight. I pick up a club like tool, it is familiar to me as if I had used it before for this same purpose, and I move towards him. He disappears, and where he stood is a maroon towel, but I still percieve it to be him. I now have a sickle-like tool in my hand and use it to cut the towel in half and have the impression that I've killed my opponent. Afterwards I think that I want to add a Buddah statue to my collection. I aparently have s small collection of statues I like to paint. The next bits are very blurry. I remember a small statue floating before my vision, and it is the one I will seek. I now find myself in the house of the door joining the two worlds. The house is very richly furnished and very well cared for, it seems like someone lives here. There seems to be a gathering or party of sorts and many people are in and around the house. I am standing a large living room, near the door that leads 'home' and I look out of one of the windows. It seems to be a bright and sunny midwest afternoon. A small, pigtailed black girl no older than eight wonders into the room with her brother (maybe the same age?). I ask them if they want to see something magical. They say yes enthusiastically. I take out my key and use it to open a small chest that looks like a minature treasure chest, and then close it. I think it is too small to be the doorway I want. I then use the key to unlock a large wardrobe, similar to the one from the Narnia stories, and show the two the portal to 'my world' which looks like a mirror that looks slightly purple. I tell them to go in if they want, and they do. Soon after a middle aged black man comes into the room looking for his children. I show him the portal and he wonderously enters himself. I shut the wardrobe and lock it. I then go in search of my statue. The background fades and I see a map before me, I shows me various parts of Asia. The background is now fog with intermitten bursts of color behind it. I get out of a car, it is a 1930s black Ford that's synonomous with ganster movies, and look to my right. It is my twin in every way as far as dress, hairstyle and so on. The only thing is it is not me (as I look in waking life) but I percieve it to be. I look like a general store clerk in the 1930s with the greased black hair with a part in the middle, and a mustache that curls at then end, like Daniel Day Lewis in Gangs of New York. He and I are also wearing the same 1930s style business suit with pin stripes and loafers. For some reason I think of my twin as some sort of Eastern mystic. He tells me that my soul disappeared from the spiritual compass when I became a 'wolf' and that living in the 'other' world is some sort of cop out. He tells me that I must return to the world of men. The dream then changes drastically and continues in a unrelated chain of events.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Waiting for Mac to Smoke
I am going to meet with some friends. I believe I was originally driving in a car, but I mostly remember walking. I am walking in a huge indoor structure. The walls are poured concrete, and large open-space areas are separated by large walls. There are no doors, just big spaces in the walls. I think of each area as a neighborhood. I think of each neighborhood differently. In one, I pass a young hispanic with a shaved head, a tank top, and baggy jean shorts on. I think to myself that I'm in a bad neighborhood. I continue on and see some people I know. I think I may have seen Kevin from High School sitting at a long table with many other people. When I arrive at the place I am supposed meet with friends, the concrete structure is no more and I find myself outdoors in a lush green field at night. I meet up JBD and an old friend Justin C and we're waiting for Mac to arrive. There is some dark top-soil nearby under a tree, and I reach down into it a pull up a bag of cannabis as if I was recovering it from a hiding place. I take a bud out and break it up. It instantly crumbles to powder and at some point I begin to roll a joint using this green dust. We wait and wait but Mac never shows up.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sexual Lucidity
(Archival - Original dream recorded 3 August, 2005)
The dream begins as I am standing in some type of store I have the impression I work in. It is daytime. Three of the four walls are completely glass, the area I assume is the back office is a light blue wall with a single door in the middle. I am talking to a female with dark hair pulled up, a red polo shirt, and black rimmed glasses. She seems to work in this store as well. She seems to be politely annoyed with our rapport and picks up her things and leaves the store, either she is going on break or going home. She may have books in her arms. I decide that it is time for me to leave also but I don't exit from the same door the girl I was talking to did. I think to myself that I'm going out the 'back way.' I next find myself walking towards the exit of a department store, like one you would find at a mall, and there is this hostess stand near the exit. One of my wife's former co-workers (Amanda?) from Cracker Barrel is standing at the hostess stand. I make brief eye contact with her and she sighs disinterestedly before going back to what she was doing. I walk through glass double doors and onto the sidewalk outside. I have the impression that the mall is very close, so I decide to walk there. I never get into a car but I have the impression that I am moving like I am, very smooth, unrhythmic, and much faster than a normal walk. I pass just in front of the mall and start thinking that malls are likely dreamsigns for me. I then observe my surroundings a bit better and then suspect I am dreaming. I then get out of a red car parked in a mall parking space, and day has turned to night. For a very brief time, as I get out of the car, my vision turns totally black and white as if to confirm my realization, then shifts back to color. I am now fully lucid. I walk into the mall and take some time to really look at my environment. I notice two things. Everyone in the mall is a young and attractive female, and they are completely unstable. These females constantly wink in and out of existance, but they are moving and acting and interacting as if completely unaware of this. This makes me appreciate how unstable my dream-scapes truely are, our brains don't keep track of what we don't notice. The first thing I think of doing is having sex. I follow a cute redhead with long curls and a burgandy skirt-suit into the bathroom. In the bathroom I don't ask her to have sex, I just tell her and she agrees without question. This is where I seem to lose lucidity partially. We go into a stall and begin having sex. I now move from the first person perspective to a third person observer, thus I gain no physical pleasure from the experience. I now notice the bathroom walls, stalls, sinks, and floors are all various hues of the skirt-suit the redhead was wearing. Now an older, but still attractive blonde, enters the bathroom with children. The children are running and playing everywhere and interrupt the love making in the stall. I now snap back into first person just in time to feel totally awkward. I open the stall door and yell for the blonde to get her kids out of here. They seem to disappear. I ask the blonde if she wants to join in the fun. She says absolutely not, but I tell her I think she will. I then regain some of my lucidity and my hand goes up her dress and finds personal things. She does not resist. I begin having sex with her and do experience some physical pleasure this time, but then wake up when I let my emotions get out of control.
The dream begins as I am standing in some type of store I have the impression I work in. It is daytime. Three of the four walls are completely glass, the area I assume is the back office is a light blue wall with a single door in the middle. I am talking to a female with dark hair pulled up, a red polo shirt, and black rimmed glasses. She seems to work in this store as well. She seems to be politely annoyed with our rapport and picks up her things and leaves the store, either she is going on break or going home. She may have books in her arms. I decide that it is time for me to leave also but I don't exit from the same door the girl I was talking to did. I think to myself that I'm going out the 'back way.' I next find myself walking towards the exit of a department store, like one you would find at a mall, and there is this hostess stand near the exit. One of my wife's former co-workers (Amanda?) from Cracker Barrel is standing at the hostess stand. I make brief eye contact with her and she sighs disinterestedly before going back to what she was doing. I walk through glass double doors and onto the sidewalk outside. I have the impression that the mall is very close, so I decide to walk there. I never get into a car but I have the impression that I am moving like I am, very smooth, unrhythmic, and much faster than a normal walk. I pass just in front of the mall and start thinking that malls are likely dreamsigns for me. I then observe my surroundings a bit better and then suspect I am dreaming. I then get out of a red car parked in a mall parking space, and day has turned to night. For a very brief time, as I get out of the car, my vision turns totally black and white as if to confirm my realization, then shifts back to color. I am now fully lucid. I walk into the mall and take some time to really look at my environment. I notice two things. Everyone in the mall is a young and attractive female, and they are completely unstable. These females constantly wink in and out of existance, but they are moving and acting and interacting as if completely unaware of this. This makes me appreciate how unstable my dream-scapes truely are, our brains don't keep track of what we don't notice. The first thing I think of doing is having sex. I follow a cute redhead with long curls and a burgandy skirt-suit into the bathroom. In the bathroom I don't ask her to have sex, I just tell her and she agrees without question. This is where I seem to lose lucidity partially. We go into a stall and begin having sex. I now move from the first person perspective to a third person observer, thus I gain no physical pleasure from the experience. I now notice the bathroom walls, stalls, sinks, and floors are all various hues of the skirt-suit the redhead was wearing. Now an older, but still attractive blonde, enters the bathroom with children. The children are running and playing everywhere and interrupt the love making in the stall. I now snap back into first person just in time to feel totally awkward. I open the stall door and yell for the blonde to get her kids out of here. They seem to disappear. I ask the blonde if she wants to join in the fun. She says absolutely not, but I tell her I think she will. I then regain some of my lucidity and my hand goes up her dress and finds personal things. She does not resist. I begin having sex with her and do experience some physical pleasure this time, but then wake up when I let my emotions get out of control.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Red Velvet Lounge
It begins like a video game. The person I think of as "me" is a video image, similar to that of Master Chief from the Halo series but without armor on, and is standing in front of some machine or in the middle of some kind of ritual circle, the details are fuzzy. When I shift to first person I am under the impression that I just got off work and I am to meet with friends. The building I am walking through has a very casino, evening lounge feeling to it - lots of varnished wood and red velvet. I come to my "apartment." The entrance is a white, wooden door, but the door folds open and is not a single piece. The door is similar to many "laundry" doors. There are many panels angled at 45 degrees similar to blinds. The door latches in the middle of two such large sections. I am in a hurry to join my party, so I latch the door and rush about to get myself prepared. The apartment is a mess with laundry strewn all about. The apartment is vary spacious and loft-like. The main area is a single large room. The floors are red velvet. I look back to the door and notice it has been unlatched and is open. I move to another room and find it occupied by people. It also has red floors and looks to be a siting room or lounge area. Waiting here is the party I am to socialize with. Among them is Mac and a girl that attracts my attention. She has short, black hair with red highlights. I am now more motivated to hurry. I turn to get ready and find myself standing in a bar area. It still bears the resemblance of "my building" but it is very smokey and a girl with stylized, short brown hair asks me if I'm really in a punk band. I tell her I play bass, or I used to and I could show her my guitar. The stage is very close to the table and I walk over by it and tell someone to get the bass. He hands me a bass as I am describing the one I own, but he hands me a bass I don't recognize. It's a black six string. I tell him to get the Carvin custom, and he picks up my bass and is about to hand it to me. I'm now third person and looking at myself. Its not me. The person I think of as "me" and am observing is more heavy set than I am, and has short, sandy-brown hair. I'm back in first person and am holding an acoustic guitar and thinking that these people expect me to play. I begin to play the guitar and sing, but background music and noise in general is drowning me out. I then remember I'm supposed to be taking a shower. I briefly consider not washing, but decide that a shower is a must.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Strange Academics
This dream was very disjointed and events were loosely connected. The first thing I remember is some type of classroom lecture delivered by an athletic black teacher. I had the sense that this class was some sort of advanced class. I distinctly remember this brunette girl with glasses, long hair, and short bangs. Someone else is in the class that I know and am friends with, maybe Paul M from high school. The scene shifts to a gym shower that is apparently co-ed. I make a point to be respectful to the girls and don't let my eyes wonder, but I remember noticing that a few of them looked at my genitalia. I thought it ironic. I remember meticulously drying myself and getting ready, some tall young male made a comment to me I remember nothing of, and I remember having a sense of great satisfaction as I dressed in such a deliberate way. At this point, I do not remember the details of the scene, I am worried I lost my "manuscript" and search frantically for it. I am satisfied on this point. I am back in a class room and the brunette gives some sort of elaborate report. She has tattoos on her hands containing symbolism relating to her subject matter, and when she moves her hand and thumb in a particular way, one of her tattoos completes some kind of special picture. She enjoys showing this off to a young black classmate. I'm walking thorough a school hallway and recognize a different brunette that has been present in a few scenes but not a key player. I briefly flash to a scene of talking to an older blond woman about a class I've been accidentally missing. She insists that I start going. There is another scene in a convertible car that I am going through my bag and once again am upset that I may be missing my "manuscript" and the glasses brunette may be driving. The last scene I can clearly remember is the black teacher in a green shirt. The class is outside at some kind of rock quarry. He pushes an asian girl off the a cliff with rope tied around her ankles. She falls violently next to another asian girl that looks just like her, literally her twin. They are both bruised and battered and upset. The black teacher is talking about how the girls tried and failed to complete some special and difficult academic program and this was their reward. It was a warning to those of us who might be tempted to do the same. He had a third asian girl, twin to the other two, and tossed her off as well. Her rope broke, and she plunged into the water far below her suspended twins. I thought she might have broken her legs but she seemed to be swimming toward shore.
Friday, June 11, 2010
House Bar
(Archival - Original dream recorded 31 July 2005)
I begin by standing in the driveway of my old next door neighbor (he was probably my neighbor ten years ago.) I think of the house as his rather than my more recent neighbor because the house is painted in the awful gray and pink that I cringed at even before I had any sense of style. I'm standing in the drive and talking to my brother Mitch who is sitting in a red Pontiac Grand Prix GT (it used to be my car but I sold it to him.) It seems he is dropping me off for work with Adam (Adam was one of my developmentally disabled clients, and his mother has been in other dreams I have had.) We begin to argue. He tells me that I am irresponsible, and I don't take my job seriously enough, that I am foolish. He even quotes something to me from the Bible (Mitch is Protestant and never throws religion in my face, he knows that I am not receptive to dogma) which makes me very angry. I insult him heatedly and walk away from him, walking into the open garage. I'm happy at least that it is Sunday, and that I only work with Adam for two hours (I actually had this dream on a Sunday morning, and I did work with Adam for two hours that day.) My brother continues to sit in his car, frustrated look on his face, like he's going to wait for me to finish work and give me a ride home. I transition into a living room that I think of as Adam's parents. I'm talking to Adam's mother about something I don't remember. I remember thinking how much I like Adam's parents. I for some reason (I vaguely think it has to do with another dream) think that they either smoke cannabis or support decriminalization. I happen to look at some curtains and point out they need to be cleaned. I then start to walk away from Adam's mom and observe my surroundings. On one of the shelves is a plastic Barbie-like doll in an unopened box with a plastic front so that you can see the doll. The box is horizontal and the doll is on all fours. The top half is dressed in nurses garb, the bottom is bare and anatomically correct. I find this odd because Adam's parents are conservative Christians, but I laugh it off. I walk over to another bookshelf and observe the objects on it. There are two black and white pictures on it. One is of John Wayne, but he's not a gunslinger as I would expect. He's wearing clothes similar to what the Skipper wore on Gilligans Island. The next picture is of a Naval vessel that reminds me of WWII. On a shelf below these are several military service medals and commendations. I think of them as belonging to Adam's father and I then find myself talking to him. The room I'm in is now a combination of the living room I was just in and a bar, complete with tables, patrons, and a bartender. Adam's father is telling me some sort of military story, he's in uniform as well. As he tells the story and gets more engrossed he morphs into a young man telling the story (the narrative is uninterrupted) but it is nothing like what he should look like (I've seen pictures of him as a young man.) During this story I look towards the bathroom and see my father. We make eye contact briefly, but he looks away and goes into the bathroom. He looked distracted. He was wearing faded jeans, glasses, and a jean jacket he always works in. His hair was particularly gray with very little of his natural black. I excuse myself from Adam's father and go toward the restroom. As I open the door my dad greets me and his entire appearance and bearing has changed. He looks very relaxed and much more color is in his hair. He is no longer wearing glasses and he is wearing a red Indiana University sweatshirt. I tell him that Mitch and I got into a fight and how angry I became. He told me that he knew about it and that everything would be alright. I felt very comforted. I woke immediately.
I begin by standing in the driveway of my old next door neighbor (he was probably my neighbor ten years ago.) I think of the house as his rather than my more recent neighbor because the house is painted in the awful gray and pink that I cringed at even before I had any sense of style. I'm standing in the drive and talking to my brother Mitch who is sitting in a red Pontiac Grand Prix GT (it used to be my car but I sold it to him.) It seems he is dropping me off for work with Adam (Adam was one of my developmentally disabled clients, and his mother has been in other dreams I have had.) We begin to argue. He tells me that I am irresponsible, and I don't take my job seriously enough, that I am foolish. He even quotes something to me from the Bible (Mitch is Protestant and never throws religion in my face, he knows that I am not receptive to dogma) which makes me very angry. I insult him heatedly and walk away from him, walking into the open garage. I'm happy at least that it is Sunday, and that I only work with Adam for two hours (I actually had this dream on a Sunday morning, and I did work with Adam for two hours that day.) My brother continues to sit in his car, frustrated look on his face, like he's going to wait for me to finish work and give me a ride home. I transition into a living room that I think of as Adam's parents. I'm talking to Adam's mother about something I don't remember. I remember thinking how much I like Adam's parents. I for some reason (I vaguely think it has to do with another dream) think that they either smoke cannabis or support decriminalization. I happen to look at some curtains and point out they need to be cleaned. I then start to walk away from Adam's mom and observe my surroundings. On one of the shelves is a plastic Barbie-like doll in an unopened box with a plastic front so that you can see the doll. The box is horizontal and the doll is on all fours. The top half is dressed in nurses garb, the bottom is bare and anatomically correct. I find this odd because Adam's parents are conservative Christians, but I laugh it off. I walk over to another bookshelf and observe the objects on it. There are two black and white pictures on it. One is of John Wayne, but he's not a gunslinger as I would expect. He's wearing clothes similar to what the Skipper wore on Gilligans Island. The next picture is of a Naval vessel that reminds me of WWII. On a shelf below these are several military service medals and commendations. I think of them as belonging to Adam's father and I then find myself talking to him. The room I'm in is now a combination of the living room I was just in and a bar, complete with tables, patrons, and a bartender. Adam's father is telling me some sort of military story, he's in uniform as well. As he tells the story and gets more engrossed he morphs into a young man telling the story (the narrative is uninterrupted) but it is nothing like what he should look like (I've seen pictures of him as a young man.) During this story I look towards the bathroom and see my father. We make eye contact briefly, but he looks away and goes into the bathroom. He looked distracted. He was wearing faded jeans, glasses, and a jean jacket he always works in. His hair was particularly gray with very little of his natural black. I excuse myself from Adam's father and go toward the restroom. As I open the door my dad greets me and his entire appearance and bearing has changed. He looks very relaxed and much more color is in his hair. He is no longer wearing glasses and he is wearing a red Indiana University sweatshirt. I tell him that Mitch and I got into a fight and how angry I became. He told me that he knew about it and that everything would be alright. I felt very comforted. I woke immediately.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Twister University
(Archival - Original dream recorded 25 July, 2005)
I arrive at a small town I do not have the impression that I recognize. It is daytime. I am either standing near or view this area that is some sort of corner store. It is fronted by glass double doors framed with stained wood. It seems somehow significant to me but I do not explore further. I walk along a sidewalk that passes in front of several stores similar to a strip mall, but nothing particularly draws my attention. As I am walking along I come to a movie theater. There is no store front, no doors, just a space in between buildings that just opens up into a movie theater. I find this curious, but still not enough to investigate. I continue walking. My attention is drawn to an out-of-the-way sign on a non-descript tan wall that I nearly miss as I am walking. I stop and consider it. It seems to point the way to a small deli. I enter the small deli. The resturant has no roof at all, blue sky is brilliant overhead, and there is no visible sun, but no shadows at all are visible inside. One or two people are seated in the dining area and they pay no attention to me. A single woman is standing behind the counter waiting for a new customer. She has sandy hair with tight spiral curls. There is a menu board behind and above her listing the various items one can order. As I remember the letters were very stable and consistant which is unusual for my dreams. I ask her some sort of question and she responds that the only fresh menu items avaliable is a deli sandwich. I order one as well as a soda. I sit at a table near the counter to wait for my order to be completed. I patiently watch the lady behind the counter, she dosen't seem to be doing anything, but I don't seem to mind. She gives me my sandwich and apologizes to me for my wait and tells me that my drink is free. I never seem to pay her or take my items as I leave the deli thought the back way, which is dirty and dank and the walls are nothing more than visqueen hung from the ceiling. There are also tables in this dirty section and one of the people I saw sitting at a table when I came in is now sitting back here. He nods to me and then says something I do not remember. I am briefly back on the sidewalk I was origionally walking on before transitioning into what seems to be a counciler's office in a school. I'm sitting in front of a desk and next to a girl who has long blonde hair with a french braid and glasses that is realitively my age at the time of the dream. She is wearing a baby blue sweater. Behind the desk is an older lady with short hair that is blonde and curly. She is looking at a computer monitor and discussing college elective options with the other "student" and I. I ask if there is a firearm target shooting class avaliable and she says there is. I start to think that this is a place I would like to go to college. The counciler then tells me that this school is especially suited to men. I smile and nod my head. I transition back to the strip mall sidewalk and have this visual image of Jeff T (an old co-worker) telling me to meet him at a certain time at the glass double doors so that I can get a ride home in the morning. I then visualize the area where the double doors are. I turn around and begin to walk back the way I came. I pass the deli where I was earlier and feel and warm sense of recognition. I come near the theater again and find myself walking next to and older balding man with a monkish ring of white hair neatly combed around his scalp. He's got a well trimmed, white mustache and is wearing glasses. He has on a blue business suit, white shirt, and a red tie. He talks with me in grandfatherly tones about my future and how important it is to make the right choices. His hand is on my shoulder as he walks with me. I continue the walk alone and pass in front of a large store I hadn't seen before. It has an open front, similar to the theater, like it belonged in a mall. It's porducts are are college oriented sweatshirts, hats, t-shirts, ect. I become excited with the notion of attending school. I am almost to the area where the double glass doors are. The sky becomes very dark and the wind begins to pick up dramatically. A funnel cloud drops down from the sky and twists into a full blown tornado that begins to reek havoc in the town. I don't seem to fear the tornado, I just hope it dosen't mess up the school so that I can attend it.
I arrive at a small town I do not have the impression that I recognize. It is daytime. I am either standing near or view this area that is some sort of corner store. It is fronted by glass double doors framed with stained wood. It seems somehow significant to me but I do not explore further. I walk along a sidewalk that passes in front of several stores similar to a strip mall, but nothing particularly draws my attention. As I am walking along I come to a movie theater. There is no store front, no doors, just a space in between buildings that just opens up into a movie theater. I find this curious, but still not enough to investigate. I continue walking. My attention is drawn to an out-of-the-way sign on a non-descript tan wall that I nearly miss as I am walking. I stop and consider it. It seems to point the way to a small deli. I enter the small deli. The resturant has no roof at all, blue sky is brilliant overhead, and there is no visible sun, but no shadows at all are visible inside. One or two people are seated in the dining area and they pay no attention to me. A single woman is standing behind the counter waiting for a new customer. She has sandy hair with tight spiral curls. There is a menu board behind and above her listing the various items one can order. As I remember the letters were very stable and consistant which is unusual for my dreams. I ask her some sort of question and she responds that the only fresh menu items avaliable is a deli sandwich. I order one as well as a soda. I sit at a table near the counter to wait for my order to be completed. I patiently watch the lady behind the counter, she dosen't seem to be doing anything, but I don't seem to mind. She gives me my sandwich and apologizes to me for my wait and tells me that my drink is free. I never seem to pay her or take my items as I leave the deli thought the back way, which is dirty and dank and the walls are nothing more than visqueen hung from the ceiling. There are also tables in this dirty section and one of the people I saw sitting at a table when I came in is now sitting back here. He nods to me and then says something I do not remember. I am briefly back on the sidewalk I was origionally walking on before transitioning into what seems to be a counciler's office in a school. I'm sitting in front of a desk and next to a girl who has long blonde hair with a french braid and glasses that is realitively my age at the time of the dream. She is wearing a baby blue sweater. Behind the desk is an older lady with short hair that is blonde and curly. She is looking at a computer monitor and discussing college elective options with the other "student" and I. I ask if there is a firearm target shooting class avaliable and she says there is. I start to think that this is a place I would like to go to college. The counciler then tells me that this school is especially suited to men. I smile and nod my head. I transition back to the strip mall sidewalk and have this visual image of Jeff T (an old co-worker) telling me to meet him at a certain time at the glass double doors so that I can get a ride home in the morning. I then visualize the area where the double doors are. I turn around and begin to walk back the way I came. I pass the deli where I was earlier and feel and warm sense of recognition. I come near the theater again and find myself walking next to and older balding man with a monkish ring of white hair neatly combed around his scalp. He's got a well trimmed, white mustache and is wearing glasses. He has on a blue business suit, white shirt, and a red tie. He talks with me in grandfatherly tones about my future and how important it is to make the right choices. His hand is on my shoulder as he walks with me. I continue the walk alone and pass in front of a large store I hadn't seen before. It has an open front, similar to the theater, like it belonged in a mall. It's porducts are are college oriented sweatshirts, hats, t-shirts, ect. I become excited with the notion of attending school. I am almost to the area where the double glass doors are. The sky becomes very dark and the wind begins to pick up dramatically. A funnel cloud drops down from the sky and twists into a full blown tornado that begins to reek havoc in the town. I don't seem to fear the tornado, I just hope it dosen't mess up the school so that I can attend it.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Power and Humility
(Archival - Original dream recorded 20 July, 2005)
The dream begins in some type of cemented area similar to a basketball court and it is fenced in. Some kind of buildings or apartments line the east and west sides of the court. There are several older boys and they are ridiculing are younger girl, she is upset and crying. She might have been wearing a white dress with red dots or hearts one them, her hair was half up and tied with a red bow. I become very angry and and exhibit superhuman abilities such as flying and great strength. I frighten most away, but I do injure some specifically, and I have the impression that I may have killed someone, but I don't remember the actual act happening. I feel invigorated and powerful, maybe arrogant. I flash to a scene of me standing next to a locker and using my great strength to subdue someone I am arguing with. I seems similar to the Spider Man scene where Toby McGuire beats up the school bully. I think I was the bully in the dream, though. I am now walking down the hallway of this school and I am apparently a student, and I am surrounded by other students. I don't feel cocky anymore, I'm starting to feel bad about being abusive. I find myself walking next to Steph, a friend of mine I once had a crush on, and she's carrying school books. We have a conversation I don't remember, and I begin to levitate next to her, amused, wondering if she'll notice. She doesn't and I laugh, which gets her attention. I hold up my hand and a fire is rolling around it like the Fantastic Four character. She seems vaguely impressed, but not shocked, like I'd just done a card trick or something equally trivial. I get to the end of the hall and Steph is not next to me anymore, she's standing and talking in a crowd of people near a bookstore. I look at her and realize that I still have a crush on her. Other things may have happened in this section, but I do not recall them. The next thing I remember is lying in a dark and empty high school gym with some sort of brown blanket covering me. I now deeply regret what I did to the boys earlier in the fenced in court, and how I abused my gifts in general. I begin to chant loudly and accompanying music arises in the background and my chants are harmonizing perfectly. Some kind of magic or power settles over me. Steph comes into the gym and sees me meditating and she pities me. She holds a silent vigil at my side and appears humbled by the power illuminating from me.
The dream begins in some type of cemented area similar to a basketball court and it is fenced in. Some kind of buildings or apartments line the east and west sides of the court. There are several older boys and they are ridiculing are younger girl, she is upset and crying. She might have been wearing a white dress with red dots or hearts one them, her hair was half up and tied with a red bow. I become very angry and and exhibit superhuman abilities such as flying and great strength. I frighten most away, but I do injure some specifically, and I have the impression that I may have killed someone, but I don't remember the actual act happening. I feel invigorated and powerful, maybe arrogant. I flash to a scene of me standing next to a locker and using my great strength to subdue someone I am arguing with. I seems similar to the Spider Man scene where Toby McGuire beats up the school bully. I think I was the bully in the dream, though. I am now walking down the hallway of this school and I am apparently a student, and I am surrounded by other students. I don't feel cocky anymore, I'm starting to feel bad about being abusive. I find myself walking next to Steph, a friend of mine I once had a crush on, and she's carrying school books. We have a conversation I don't remember, and I begin to levitate next to her, amused, wondering if she'll notice. She doesn't and I laugh, which gets her attention. I hold up my hand and a fire is rolling around it like the Fantastic Four character. She seems vaguely impressed, but not shocked, like I'd just done a card trick or something equally trivial. I get to the end of the hall and Steph is not next to me anymore, she's standing and talking in a crowd of people near a bookstore. I look at her and realize that I still have a crush on her. Other things may have happened in this section, but I do not recall them. The next thing I remember is lying in a dark and empty high school gym with some sort of brown blanket covering me. I now deeply regret what I did to the boys earlier in the fenced in court, and how I abused my gifts in general. I begin to chant loudly and accompanying music arises in the background and my chants are harmonizing perfectly. Some kind of magic or power settles over me. Steph comes into the gym and sees me meditating and she pities me. She holds a silent vigil at my side and appears humbled by the power illuminating from me.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Games and Strange Apartments
There are several dreams to record at once in regards to last evening's session. The first I remember took place in some sort of electronics store. It was very white and sanitized bright, as many such stores are, and I remember looking at video games. In the store with me are my father and mother. There is a particular game I want, and I feel there may be a chance I'll get it, but my father is leaning toward buying a Nintendo DS. I beg him for the game, and he opts for the DS instead. I am upset and begin throwing a tantrum like a child even though I think of myself as in my 20's. I storm toward the store's glass double doors. Later on in the dream sequence I am playing some kind of video game and my father is watching. The game is very old school. I am flying a jet-fighter on various missions from an overhead view similar to the 1980's Raid Over Bungling Bay. I don't think there is much interaction between my father and I, but this seems somewhat of an extension of the earlier video game events.
The next sequence of dream events is part of a previous dream repeated almost verbatim, and parts that are new. The repeated section involved some kind of military encampment. I was a soldier of some kind. The entire scene was very much like a movie and occasionally I would jump out from first person to third person observer. I remember standing in formation and some kind of officer barking orders. I don't remember much of the specific events, but recently I dream this exact dream. At one point and we watched a video of a young girl manipulate her vagina. It wasn't masturbation, she was just opening and twisting her vulva.I was embarrassed we were looking at this, and I looked away. There was nothing sexual about it. Toward the end of this sequence the dream eschewed the original and I remember being an observer and commenting that the dialogue had been changed and I was annoyed by it. I very much began to think of it as a movie at this point. Later in the dreaming session I came back to this. I was actually talking with James Caan and others about being in the movie and what other actors we could get in the movie. We mentioned Delroy Lindo and Brad Pitt. Others were there with us and they were rehearsing. There was a discussion of the cost of having so many well known actors in a movie. I also remember walking around in a uniform and walking up to a group of men in uniform and saluting. When they didn't salute, so I told them we needed to get in the habit of doing such things for the sake of authenticity. I also remember the scene was taking place next door to the house in which I grew up. The conversation with Caan took place in front of the neighbor's open garage door.
The last section is the most odd. It jumps around the most and parts of it are from an older dream. I remember talking briefly to Ellen Page about something. I also seem to live in an apartment with my two cats, Jack and Mia, and one of the doors is very difficult to get into. It is at least five feet off the ground and half as tall as a normal door. At one point I was hanging onto a pull-up bar, which was located under the door, with my legs while trying to get my keys out. Once the door was unlocked, I had to throw my stuff through it before balancing myself on the bar so I could grab onto sometime and pull myself in. I have no idea why I didn't just try to get in from the normal door on the other side. The cats are there too and I wonder how I'm going to let them in. There was also a scene where I was looking into an open refrigerator and was looking at drinks stored in the door. There were a few exotic beers there which reminded me of a dream with this same refrigerator in it with the same beer and my friend Brock encouraging me to drink one. I am then looking in on an apartment, more like a loft, that some guys are listening to loud music and dancing obnoxiously. This seems to interrupting whatever it is I'm doing so I'm annoyed. I then see a cat that looks like mine and I'm angry like they stole my cat. Then I'm Seth Rogan, who many people in my life actually believe I strongly resemble, and I'm dancing like a lunatic. The loft is very modern with laminant floors that look like wood. I also remember black end tables and a black stereo. When I'm Seth I seem to be playing with some kind of transparent globe that's rolling on the floor with gel lightning illuminating it.
The next sequence of dream events is part of a previous dream repeated almost verbatim, and parts that are new. The repeated section involved some kind of military encampment. I was a soldier of some kind. The entire scene was very much like a movie and occasionally I would jump out from first person to third person observer. I remember standing in formation and some kind of officer barking orders. I don't remember much of the specific events, but recently I dream this exact dream. At one point and we watched a video of a young girl manipulate her vagina. It wasn't masturbation, she was just opening and twisting her vulva.I was embarrassed we were looking at this, and I looked away. There was nothing sexual about it. Toward the end of this sequence the dream eschewed the original and I remember being an observer and commenting that the dialogue had been changed and I was annoyed by it. I very much began to think of it as a movie at this point. Later in the dreaming session I came back to this. I was actually talking with James Caan and others about being in the movie and what other actors we could get in the movie. We mentioned Delroy Lindo and Brad Pitt. Others were there with us and they were rehearsing. There was a discussion of the cost of having so many well known actors in a movie. I also remember walking around in a uniform and walking up to a group of men in uniform and saluting. When they didn't salute, so I told them we needed to get in the habit of doing such things for the sake of authenticity. I also remember the scene was taking place next door to the house in which I grew up. The conversation with Caan took place in front of the neighbor's open garage door.
The last section is the most odd. It jumps around the most and parts of it are from an older dream. I remember talking briefly to Ellen Page about something. I also seem to live in an apartment with my two cats, Jack and Mia, and one of the doors is very difficult to get into. It is at least five feet off the ground and half as tall as a normal door. At one point I was hanging onto a pull-up bar, which was located under the door, with my legs while trying to get my keys out. Once the door was unlocked, I had to throw my stuff through it before balancing myself on the bar so I could grab onto sometime and pull myself in. I have no idea why I didn't just try to get in from the normal door on the other side. The cats are there too and I wonder how I'm going to let them in. There was also a scene where I was looking into an open refrigerator and was looking at drinks stored in the door. There were a few exotic beers there which reminded me of a dream with this same refrigerator in it with the same beer and my friend Brock encouraging me to drink one. I am then looking in on an apartment, more like a loft, that some guys are listening to loud music and dancing obnoxiously. This seems to interrupting whatever it is I'm doing so I'm annoyed. I then see a cat that looks like mine and I'm angry like they stole my cat. Then I'm Seth Rogan, who many people in my life actually believe I strongly resemble, and I'm dancing like a lunatic. The loft is very modern with laminant floors that look like wood. I also remember black end tables and a black stereo. When I'm Seth I seem to be playing with some kind of transparent globe that's rolling on the floor with gel lightning illuminating it.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Visit From the Other Side
(Archival - Original dream recorded 14 July, 2005)
This is really three dreams that occured relatively close to one another, but they all relate to the same subject matter, so I've included them in the same description. I am in the house I grew up in and I am standing in the kitchen. My father is sitting at the kitchen table and my mother is cooking something on the stove. I am aware that a car has pulled into our driveway. I walk into the front room and look out our picture window to see who is arriving. The car is a black old-school Cadillac with red trim, and it looks dull like it hasn't been taken care of. My grandmother (grandma Humig, my mom's mother) gets out of the car and comes into the house. At this point I lose this part of the dream. Sometime before the next dream begins (I think the background is foggy and unfocused with random color bursting here and there) I intuit that my grandmother has become sick has and died. (Note: My grandma Humig died January 2005, was confined to a wheelchair months before she died, and hasn't driven a car for years.) I then find myself in the kitchen again. The setup and appliances are from when I was much younger, but my parent's look as they do in 2005. Again my father is sitting at the table and my mother is cooking, I am standing near our old refrigerator. My dad and I are talking about my grandmother being dead and about how much we all miss her. I am then again aware of someone pulling up into the driveway. I still stand at the fridge, but our kitchen has a bay window that connects the kitchen and living room, and I look through it and see a black Cadillac in our driveway again, but the style is a bit different than the first time I saw it. The roof is shaped differently. Grandma gets out of the car and comes in the house. My dad looks at me for a moment as I open the fridge with a look of bewilderment on his face because he knows grandma is dead and we were just talking about it. She walks into the kitchen, and my dad roboticly turns to greet her and starts talking to her as if nothing were out of place. As he does this I see a little starburst of light in my vision for a split second and hear the sound of glass shattering. At this point I become lucid and realize that my grandmother is dead. I walk up to her and embrace her, I am crying at this point. I tell her how much I love her and how much I miss her. I fade from this dream and then begin another forgotten dream. Later I am standing on the front porch of my old house and I am talking with Jan. (She is the mother of an autisitc teenager I once worked with.) I am telling her about these two dreams I just had. The amusing bit of this is that Jan is a very traditional Christian woman, and I am holding a notebook with a pile of cannabis on it just as casually as if I'm going to church, and she never seems to notice.
This is really three dreams that occured relatively close to one another, but they all relate to the same subject matter, so I've included them in the same description. I am in the house I grew up in and I am standing in the kitchen. My father is sitting at the kitchen table and my mother is cooking something on the stove. I am aware that a car has pulled into our driveway. I walk into the front room and look out our picture window to see who is arriving. The car is a black old-school Cadillac with red trim, and it looks dull like it hasn't been taken care of. My grandmother (grandma Humig, my mom's mother) gets out of the car and comes into the house. At this point I lose this part of the dream. Sometime before the next dream begins (I think the background is foggy and unfocused with random color bursting here and there) I intuit that my grandmother has become sick has and died. (Note: My grandma Humig died January 2005, was confined to a wheelchair months before she died, and hasn't driven a car for years.) I then find myself in the kitchen again. The setup and appliances are from when I was much younger, but my parent's look as they do in 2005. Again my father is sitting at the table and my mother is cooking, I am standing near our old refrigerator. My dad and I are talking about my grandmother being dead and about how much we all miss her. I am then again aware of someone pulling up into the driveway. I still stand at the fridge, but our kitchen has a bay window that connects the kitchen and living room, and I look through it and see a black Cadillac in our driveway again, but the style is a bit different than the first time I saw it. The roof is shaped differently. Grandma gets out of the car and comes in the house. My dad looks at me for a moment as I open the fridge with a look of bewilderment on his face because he knows grandma is dead and we were just talking about it. She walks into the kitchen, and my dad roboticly turns to greet her and starts talking to her as if nothing were out of place. As he does this I see a little starburst of light in my vision for a split second and hear the sound of glass shattering. At this point I become lucid and realize that my grandmother is dead. I walk up to her and embrace her, I am crying at this point. I tell her how much I love her and how much I miss her. I fade from this dream and then begin another forgotten dream. Later I am standing on the front porch of my old house and I am talking with Jan. (She is the mother of an autisitc teenager I once worked with.) I am telling her about these two dreams I just had. The amusing bit of this is that Jan is a very traditional Christian woman, and I am holding a notebook with a pile of cannabis on it just as casually as if I'm going to church, and she never seems to notice.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Apartment Cheerleaders
(Archival - Original dream recorded 12 July, 2005)
I am in my old apartment with D who is on the phone with his girlfriend of the time, Sara. The apartment looks like a combination of my apartment at the time and D's old apartment that he, myself, my wife, and various other friends spent the summer of 2003 in, but I think of it as my home. D paces as he talks. I am then on the balcony overlooking the parking lot at night. I don't remember walking out there, I just transition there. There are several people in the parking lot I think of as frats acting obnoxious, I think they're playing some sort of game. I look to the right and see red lights flashing on the side of one of the apartment buildings at regular intervals, and I think of an emergency vehicle, though I never actually see one. I hear someone talking about a kid who had a bad skateboarding accident. I'm inside again, I transitioned instead of walking, and wonder now how I'm going to get home (I now think of the apartment as D's). I'm thinking of my parent's new house as "home" at this point. I'm worried about not knowing the directions to get there, so I think of calling my father to help. I decide not to because it seems to be very late (1:32 a.m. is an impression I had but I don't know if I ever saw a clock) so I figure he's asleep. I sit down and pull back the apartment window blinds to look outside and find myself looking into a large room that looks partly like a gym and partly like an amphitheater. It is full of 30 to 50 cheerleaders, all of whom are very attractive, and they are doing cheer routines in full uniform. They are dressed in red primarily with cream secondary colors including briefs. I focus on checking out the upskirts. An obese black woman catches me staring at the girls, and she looks at me with annoyance. I transition then to jogging outside in the daytime on a college campus wearing a blue warm-up suit and following a similarly dressed jogger. I get the impression of running laps in gym class. The circuit is partly on an outside sidewalk and partly inside through administrative offices. As I near the double glass doors that lead inside, a large group of runners comes through wearing similar suits to mine except theirs is yellow. I jog in place as they pass. I seem to recognize one of the runners and stop to talk with him.
I am in my old apartment with D who is on the phone with his girlfriend of the time, Sara. The apartment looks like a combination of my apartment at the time and D's old apartment that he, myself, my wife, and various other friends spent the summer of 2003 in, but I think of it as my home. D paces as he talks. I am then on the balcony overlooking the parking lot at night. I don't remember walking out there, I just transition there. There are several people in the parking lot I think of as frats acting obnoxious, I think they're playing some sort of game. I look to the right and see red lights flashing on the side of one of the apartment buildings at regular intervals, and I think of an emergency vehicle, though I never actually see one. I hear someone talking about a kid who had a bad skateboarding accident. I'm inside again, I transitioned instead of walking, and wonder now how I'm going to get home (I now think of the apartment as D's). I'm thinking of my parent's new house as "home" at this point. I'm worried about not knowing the directions to get there, so I think of calling my father to help. I decide not to because it seems to be very late (1:32 a.m. is an impression I had but I don't know if I ever saw a clock) so I figure he's asleep. I sit down and pull back the apartment window blinds to look outside and find myself looking into a large room that looks partly like a gym and partly like an amphitheater. It is full of 30 to 50 cheerleaders, all of whom are very attractive, and they are doing cheer routines in full uniform. They are dressed in red primarily with cream secondary colors including briefs. I focus on checking out the upskirts. An obese black woman catches me staring at the girls, and she looks at me with annoyance. I transition then to jogging outside in the daytime on a college campus wearing a blue warm-up suit and following a similarly dressed jogger. I get the impression of running laps in gym class. The circuit is partly on an outside sidewalk and partly inside through administrative offices. As I near the double glass doors that lead inside, a large group of runners comes through wearing similar suits to mine except theirs is yellow. I jog in place as they pass. I seem to recognize one of the runners and stop to talk with him.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Front Half of a Spacecraft
(Archival - Original dream recorded 9 July, 2005)
This dream begins in an old house of mine. I'm not sure of the exact sequence of happenings, but the first thing I seem to remember is looking at my old bed and wondering why I don't sleep in it anymore. I also remember my dad talking to me, but the conversation is lost. I then look through a box of assorted items I pay little attention to but I do find an index card that catches my interest. It has several notes jotted down on it about dreams. I then transition outside and it is night. I am walking through my old neighborhood with two of my high school friends, Nick F. & Justin C. They appear very young, circa 7th grade. We walk down the street and come across some sort of space shuttle replica, but it is not full size, only about the size of a tour bus. It is also only the front half of the shuttle and it appears to be made out of wood. Justin and Nick climb in, but I'm nervous about the sturdiness of the structure. One of the wooden beams then gives and Justin and Nick yell "oh shit" in unison. I begin to distance myself from the shuttle, hoping no one heard the racket. As I continue away from the shuttle I look at a house with all the lights on (it is not a house that exists in my neighborhood) and notice several shelves of books inside. It strikes me as very library, books are the only thing inside I see. By this time Nick has caught up with me and is walking at my side. I hear Justin call for us in a panicked voice and turn to see him running toward us. He's yelling about this guy named Casey coming after us in his car because he's mad that we wrecked his shuttle. I get the impression that he's the guy who owns all the Casey's gas stations in town. We all run down a concrete drainage ditch that leads to a small creek and hide in the shadows until the car chasing us passes. Audioslave provided the soundtrack during the moments of running and hiding.
This dream begins in an old house of mine. I'm not sure of the exact sequence of happenings, but the first thing I seem to remember is looking at my old bed and wondering why I don't sleep in it anymore. I also remember my dad talking to me, but the conversation is lost. I then look through a box of assorted items I pay little attention to but I do find an index card that catches my interest. It has several notes jotted down on it about dreams. I then transition outside and it is night. I am walking through my old neighborhood with two of my high school friends, Nick F. & Justin C. They appear very young, circa 7th grade. We walk down the street and come across some sort of space shuttle replica, but it is not full size, only about the size of a tour bus. It is also only the front half of the shuttle and it appears to be made out of wood. Justin and Nick climb in, but I'm nervous about the sturdiness of the structure. One of the wooden beams then gives and Justin and Nick yell "oh shit" in unison. I begin to distance myself from the shuttle, hoping no one heard the racket. As I continue away from the shuttle I look at a house with all the lights on (it is not a house that exists in my neighborhood) and notice several shelves of books inside. It strikes me as very library, books are the only thing inside I see. By this time Nick has caught up with me and is walking at my side. I hear Justin call for us in a panicked voice and turn to see him running toward us. He's yelling about this guy named Casey coming after us in his car because he's mad that we wrecked his shuttle. I get the impression that he's the guy who owns all the Casey's gas stations in town. We all run down a concrete drainage ditch that leads to a small creek and hide in the shadows until the car chasing us passes. Audioslave provided the soundtrack during the moments of running and hiding.
Friday, June 4, 2010
The Disagreement and the Music Men
Last evening's foray into the dream-scape proved disjointed and diverse. I somewhat recall pieces of several dreams, but none were particularly stable or lasting. The last bit I remember before waking was my wife and I standing in line after some kind of extended travel. She was wearing and uncharacteristic lipstick that was starkly pink. Her dress was also odd for her sensibilities. I think was a skirt-suit made from an ultra-glossy, almost plastic-like materiel. It was white heavily bordered with black. This may be incorrect, but it is the impression I currently have. Both of us were annyoed with one another. Whatever we were in line to see was of no interest to me and I wanted to leave the place all together. She wanted to leave out of annoyance with me, but she insisted we stay in line. The exhibit or whatever we were to see was all she really wanted to see.
There was another dream I had earlier on in my sleep that provided ample opportunity in which to become lucid, and I am somewhat disappointed that I was unable to do so. It began in some dark bedroom I was sharing with Mac and Chan. Interestingly, I was trying to sleep on the edge of a bed. I rolled off the mattress and onto the floor, and I was annoyed to discover Mac had laid down where my spot previously was, so I was doomed to the floor. I stood, and there was a verbal exchange between myself and Chan, that I do not recall the content of, and I left the room and found myself walking outside in the neighborhood in which I grew up. This is a place I have gain lucidity before, and the walk was rather uneventful and provided me with plenty of time to check my hands. I did not take advantage of this. On the walk I see the phantom of an old friend Kevin who I haven't seen for years. I say phantom because I briefly see him, and then he's gone before any interaction takes place. He just disappears from sight. Even though he's no longer there I speak as though I am speaking to him and recall when we first became friends on the bus rides to school. After the walk I return to the house. Mac and Chan are no longer there. Two people are though, and the inside is no longer a house, it looks like a garage a band would rehearse in. Two fellows are there, one older and one younger. They are playing their guitars with violin bows, and the older man is playing an acoustic bass? upright with his bow. They tell me they made an album of music with this technique. I tell them I used to play bass, but I no longer do. Note about details: the guitar strings were severely worn into I assume from use of the bows. One of the large guitars the older man was using had its bottom half worn (or broken?) away. The garage almost looked like a wood worker's garage. There were wooden horses, particle boards, sawdust lying all about. The walls weren't finished with drywall, support 2X4s were exposed. It all looked very unfinished.
There was another dream I had earlier on in my sleep that provided ample opportunity in which to become lucid, and I am somewhat disappointed that I was unable to do so. It began in some dark bedroom I was sharing with Mac and Chan. Interestingly, I was trying to sleep on the edge of a bed. I rolled off the mattress and onto the floor, and I was annoyed to discover Mac had laid down where my spot previously was, so I was doomed to the floor. I stood, and there was a verbal exchange between myself and Chan, that I do not recall the content of, and I left the room and found myself walking outside in the neighborhood in which I grew up. This is a place I have gain lucidity before, and the walk was rather uneventful and provided me with plenty of time to check my hands. I did not take advantage of this. On the walk I see the phantom of an old friend Kevin who I haven't seen for years. I say phantom because I briefly see him, and then he's gone before any interaction takes place. He just disappears from sight. Even though he's no longer there I speak as though I am speaking to him and recall when we first became friends on the bus rides to school. After the walk I return to the house. Mac and Chan are no longer there. Two people are though, and the inside is no longer a house, it looks like a garage a band would rehearse in. Two fellows are there, one older and one younger. They are playing their guitars with violin bows, and the older man is playing an acoustic bass? upright with his bow. They tell me they made an album of music with this technique. I tell them I used to play bass, but I no longer do. Note about details: the guitar strings were severely worn into I assume from use of the bows. One of the large guitars the older man was using had its bottom half worn (or broken?) away. The garage almost looked like a wood worker's garage. There were wooden horses, particle boards, sawdust lying all about. The walls weren't finished with drywall, support 2X4s were exposed. It all looked very unfinished.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Precarious Awning
I found myself in a house with MichClen talking with her about work I would imagine. She was sitting at a nondescript table with papers on it she may have been writing on. I am standing, and as is my custom when standing, I am walking around as I talk. The house has no furniture that I can remember observing and the front porch and awning seem unstable. On occasion I feel as though the porch or the house is shifting. At some point in the dream I nearly fall our of a large side window as I seem to loose my balance. I believe it was MichClen that reined me back to safety. During my conversation with her I hear some kind of commotion outside and I walk to the front porch in time to see this little parade coming down the street with all the pomp and circumstance you would associate with such a thing. Many people were involved in this parade, but the one person I remember clearly was a young pigtailed girl with glasses around the age of 11 or 12. She was holding a purple flag or streamer of a kind.
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