Mortal Mist

[Floating]

Floating

I'm floating around at about eye-level, just going thru the house, turning and twisting like I'm a ghost or something, without any substance.

Salad for Seeker

Seeker is sitting at small table and chair outside. He has my big metal salad bowl in front of him. There is already a bunch of lettuce in there, and I am chopping up more vegetables to put in there. I'm cutting some unknown vegetable, which turns into cabbage as I cut it. I y, "Oh, I didn't know (this vegetable) and cabbage were really the same thing. Seeker says, "Yes, it is, and the trick is to not use too much." I agree with that. Somebody is shoveling snow next to us, I realize; I think it was Italian Monkey. She says something to us.

Family Reunion

I'm with a bunch of Tom's family, but Tom isn't there. A man shows up, somebody who we have not seen for a very long time. We are all happy and excited to see him. It is JW, a good friend of my long-time ago ex, who I secretly had a crush on. He is talking to us, and mentions that he has a GF. A woman I don't know says, "Oh no! You have a GF!", and looks very sad and disappointed. I don't realize it until she says it, but I then realize I feel the same way. I am sitting on a chair, and JW is next to it. I reach out and put my arm around his waist to hug him, and he looks at me as if to say don't worry about the GF. So I don't.

I go into the kitchen and start chopping up watermelon without a cutting board. I realize what I'm doing, and stop to get one, but Tom's brother gets it first. Tom comes in and I remember that he doesn't like watermelon. I go to the sink and I want to get something out of it, but there are some yukky big dangerous looking bugs swimming in the water. I chop at them with the knife, and the get bent in half but don't die.

Neglected Dog

I'm at my Dad's house taking care of things. I remember I have not been outside for several days to take care of our dog, which is the dog we had when I was a kid. I go outside, and Sam is alive and happy to see me. I'm very glad I didn't let him die. I see his water dish is empty, but he dug a big hole to get some water. A deer carcass is in the water. I want to get rid of it, but everybody tells me not to worry about it.

Rainbow

I'm in a pavilion, in a park, by a lake. It starts to rain on one side of the pavilion, and I watch it come over to the other side. I am sitting with a group of people, and there is another table there too. The moving-rain is really cool, and I yell at everybody to watch it. Then I see my Mom, so I go out to her. There is a really big, oddly wide, 3-D and substantial looking rainbow. I turn to get my camera, but when I turn back the rainbow is already shrinking. It collapses and disappears into a puff of clouds as I watch.

Sending back my i-pod

Tom tells me he is sending my i-pod back because I am not using it enough.

[At the Bar]

(I lost almost everything last night.  I had the very annoying experience of almost remembering, but having it slip away as I tried to get more.  I hate that.  I got one tiny fragment, later in the day.)

At the Bar

I'm at a bar, sitting at a table with my Dad and his ex J.  The bar is full of people, and there is a live band.  We are the only white people in the place, and the band is very funkadelic.  They announce that there is going to be a dance contest, and my Dad and J get up to participate.  I think, Oh no, they are going to embarrass the hell out of me.  My Dad starts dancing in a completely ridiculous way, just like I thought he would.  J finds another partner, and to my surprise they start dancing really well together, and people gather around and watch them.  I notice that her and the man are wearing matching pale-blue plaid pajamas (actually just like the flannel bottoms I wear IRL), which I think is very odd, and can't possibly be a coincidence.  My Dad sits back down, and I point this out to him.

[Part 1 - Elves and Fairies (a movie dream)]

I had an aware DC dream, but I was a little disappointed because I didn't get any questions asked, and I seemed to have regressed in my ability to deal with aggressive DC's, and failed to control the situation, and my fear.  This was a DILD after a failed WILD, supplement enhanced.  It is in three parts, but they were one long dream.

Part 1 - Elves and Fairies (a movie dream)

Two boys are flying above a cityscape.  Between them they have a net, in which an animal is trapped and struggling.  The animal escapes--it is a beautiful winged creature, not a bird or a butterfly but something in between.  It is swoops and dives, trying to avoid re-capture, but the boys are skilled flyers too, and are right behind it with the net stretched between them.  The creature is pitiful in its fear and panic. Escape seems impossible; the boys nearly have it again several times.  The creature suddenly plummets towards the earth, preferring to kill itself than be captured.  The boys pause, hovering over the spot where it hit for a moment, then they fly away.  The creature is motionless for some time, but then begins to stir--it's alive!  Whether it will recover and fly again cannot be determined, but there is some hope for it.

Part 2 - The Dwarf and the Baby

In the city-scape below, two men are walking together.  The neighborhood is mixed industrial and run-down residential, very dark and dirty.  Both men are shabby and derelict, one old and one younger.  Altho both appear destitute, the older man seems have taken the younger under his wing, and is helping the younger man and giving him advice; he may even be taking him back to where he lives, which is hardly big enough for one person.  The old man says, "It gets very strange around here when it gets hot". 

The young man notices a thermometer, which reads over 90 degrees F.  He sits down on the side-walk, exhausted.  A dwarf and a baby walk by him.  He thinks this must be what the old man was talking about--strange fantastic characters that come out when the day heats up.  The dwarf walks by him, but the baby comes to him and tries to communicate with him.  The baby is upset, and the man tries to comfort it.

A bell rings, and workers pour out of a near-by factory.  The are laughing and joking, glad to be out of work, and several of them are drinking already from 40 oz. bottles they are carrying.  The young man tries to tell the factory workers about the strange encounter with the dwarf and the baby.  A projection of the incident begins to play on the side of a building--but the man is alone in the scene, no baby is there with him, and it appears that he is just a crazy person talking and crying to himself in the street.  He is very ashamed for a moment, but the factory workers laugh, and the man realizes that it has happened to all of them at one time or another--this area is known for the spirits that play tricks on people.

I become the man.  Someone runs up to the man/me and says, "Your friend has been stabbed!"  I run into the shabby apartment that I have been sharing with the old man.  There is a woman laying on the couch, bleeding from multiple stab wounds, obviously dying.  There are several other people in the room who are milling around helplessly. I run to her side; I don't know her, but I'm horrified.  "What can I do!?" I cry, and yell at the people to call a doctor.  The stabbed woman sees the candy bar in my hand, and asks for a bite.  I feel a little reluctant to give it to her, since I don't want to eat after her, but I do, and she is grateful.  She says that she is still hungry, so I go to the kitchen to get her more to eat.  I find some old stale food and bring it to her, and she eats it.

I do this several times, and each time I go to the kitchen, more food has been prepared for me to give to the woman.  I find some fancy cake that I know wasn't there the time before, and I think, the magical people that live here, like the dwarf and the baby, must be responsible. I take a bite of the cake--and it comes to me...this is a dream! 

The Art Shop and Mean DC's

I go back out into the front room.  The stabbed woman has completely recovered.  I take the quickest escape I can see--I run for the window and dive thru.  I'm falling from an extreme height, higher than I've ever fallen before.  I try to slow my descent so the impact won't be too much and maybe wake me up.  I don't manage to slow down, but at least I am prepared when I hit the ground, and really don't feel anything at all.  I instantly reverse and fly back up into the air, and cruise around looking for something interesting.  A few DC's notice me, children who point and tug at their parents arms to show them the amazing sight of a flying person, but the grown-ups ignore them.

I go into a house, thru the front door.  A woman and several kids are watching TV.  I sit next to the woman.  She is not alarmed, and thinks that I am a friend of a friend.  She begins to talk about some money that they raised for some function, and I play along, nodding  and smiling.  The kids take no notice of me.  Then I see a face outside of the window; it seems to be someone leaning over from the roof, because I think it is upside down.  The face stares at me, becoming strange and deformed, and I can't tell if it is upside-down or right-side up.  I lose my nerve, and decide this isn't the right place to talk to any DC's.  I make my escape via the window again.

I fly for a distance, then I see a shop and glide thru the window.  It is a wonderful mixture of a book store and art gallery.  I float down amongst the tables of books and paintings, landing here and there, leaping like a ballet dancer, very gracefully balancing on one toe on the top of precarious stacks, and feeling quite proud of myself for my acrobatic abilities.  The paintings are incredible; glowing and iridescent and magical; they are arranged by subject, and seem to go on forever.  I stop occasionally to admire them, and wonder about my mind's ability to create such beauty. 

Most of the people in the shop are rummaging thru the books and paintings, and don't pay much attention to me.  However, one man does notice me.  He comes and asks if he can help me, eyebrows raised as if he disapproves of my behavior, and I realize he works at the shop.  I tell him that I am just looking, and he directs me to various the various categories of art that I might be interested in.  He seems quite friendly and helpful, so I say, "I'm not really here to shop--I'd rather ask you some questions."  His demeanor changes instantly.  His friendliness is gone, and he turns his back and walks away from me, making negative comments. 

Well, so much for that one, I think.  I turn and walk up a spiral staircase.  I ascend a few flights, and I leave the shop and am walking up narrow flights of stairs.  After quite a few flights of stairs, there is a man standing in my path, and I stop a few steps below him.

"I'll answer your questions," he says to me.  I get bad vibes; he is a little too helpful seeming, smiling at me, but in a leering way that I've come to recognize from those DC's who are going to give me trouble.  OK, I think, and try to remember what I want to ask him.  As I am thinking, I realize that both of the DC's hands are on my shoulders.  "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY SHOULDERS!", I say to him.  He continues to leer at me, and moves his hands down to my chest.  "Is this better?", he says in a sarcastic, slimy way.  I'm really not liking this situation at all, and to make it worse, everything goes black.  I can still feel his hands on me, and I hear a woman giggling.  I say, "Who is that?  Who is here with us?"  and the man says, "Oh, tell her your name is Boomer."  They are laughing and not even trying to hide their deception from me.  I feel very uncomfortable, so I wimp out and wake myself up.

FA--In the Bathroom

I'm in a dark room.  I instantly realize what has happened.  The room seems to be a bedroom, with a bathroom attached.  Out of habit, I walk into the bathroom, even tho I'm aware that I'm still dreaming.  The door swings shut behind me.  I push it, but it doesn't open.  Everything is black, except for a crack of light under the door, and I see shadows like people walking around on the other side.
I feel trapped, and think I've run out of ideas to improve this dream, so I wake myself up.



 

[Forgotten and Later Remembered Dream from Last Night]

Forgotten and Later Remembered Dream from Last Night

I'm at my Dad's house (where I grew up), living with my Mom, niece, and Aunt.  I go into the basement, and my niece has thousands of animals down there, more than at a pet shop.  There are rodents, and birds, and huge fish tanks.  I am horrified, and think that they will be neglected, but when I check the cages they are clean and they all have food and water, so I am relieved.  Th fish tanks are amazing, very huge, as big as big-screen TV's, and they kind of look like that too.  I realize since my Aunt is living there, she is probably taking care of the pets.  The only problem I find is a chinchilla in a cage which is barely bigger than its body, too small for it to even turn around.  I take it out and it gets away from me.

I think I should move out of that house sometime.  Then I realize I can do it anytime I want to, and wonder why I have even been living there.  I worry a little bit about finding a place for me and my big dog Blaze, which is the only pet that I remember having.

[New Forum]

(I didn't think I remembered much, but then it took a while to type.  It's too boring to read; but I get a lot of the obvious symbolism.)

New Forum

I'm looking over MM, and I see some posts by Oneiro.  I'm glad he decided to join.

Mean to my Brother

I'm at my Dad's house, and my Mom has made some special chili for somebody.  It is very important that the person get this chili, so Mom will get the job that she wants.  I'm laying in bed, very tired.  I hear my brother come in, then I see him eating the special chili.  I yell at him, calling him all kinds of names, and settling on "scum" as most appropriate.  We all sit at the table, and my Aunt D is there too now.  My Mom and Aunt shake their heads, wishing we wouldn't fight, but I am so mad at my brother that I can't quit calling him names.  Somehow, he has also ruined my Aunt's magazine that she was reading, actually he did something to me while I was reading it which caused it to get ruined, so this give me more ammunition.  Uncharacteristically, he becomes more and more humble and ashamed.

I go back and lay down again.  My brother comes in and throws something on the bed, which I yell at him about.  Then he opens the window, and somehow opens a gate which is very far away.  This causes the wind to blow in the room, and I don't like that.   I get up, look out the window, see that the gate is very far away, run out into the street and way down the sidewalk.  The gate is very high, and I see a woman with a special device used for opening and closing the gate, like a long pole.  I signal to her, and she closes the gate.  I run back to the house, and I realize I don't have any pants on.  I hope my ass doesn't look flabby or anything as I run back.

When I get back into bed, I smear blood on the sheets, and I see that I have scraped my arm.  I realize I have done something as bad as my brother by getting blood on the white sheets.  I feel a little guilty about yelling at him so much.  He comes in with a military uniform.  I realize that I have a military uniform too.  We put them on, and they both look pretty good.  I'm glad to see that my uniform is a much higher rank than his, so he will have to do what I tell him.

The Leaky Restaurant

Tom and I are sitting at a table in a restaurant, but it is like we are just friends.  I am wearing my military uniform from the previous dream.  I am still proud of my high-ranking uniform.  I am drinking a big whiskey drink that I brought in with me, and I feel like it might look bad for me to be doing that.  The bar-tender brings over a special drink for us to try that he has created.  It is a tiny little sample, and we taste it.  It is a sweet coffee drink, and Tom gives a thumbs-down sign, which the bartenders sees him doing.  I explain to the bartender that I don't like sweet coffee, so I don't like it either, but then as I drink it I realize it's actually pretty good.  (I really tasted the drink, and it didn't seem like anything I'd ever tasted before.)

It starts to rain outside, and soon it is raining just as hard inside.  The servers and the couple at the table behind us run to the bar, where the water is coming in less, but I take off my clothes and take a shower.  I find a place where the water coming down is particularly heavy, and wash myself off and rinse my hair.  I become aware of everybody looking at me, and I feel a little weird about it, but not too bad.  The rain stops, and people return to their tables.  The woman who was sitting behind us begins to faint on the way, and somebody helps her sit down.  We stand around her, ready to catch her if she falls, but I just know she's going to fall and we will all miss her and she will hit the floor.

[Crazy Family]

(I sick of not getting lucid when I see family members, so yesterday I made a sticky that said to RC with a bunch of their names.  I was rewarded with the most mixed up family dream I've ever had, and I didn't get lucid.     I did have a pre-lucid chocolate moment!  )

Crazy Family

I'm at a strange house with my brother.  We are having some sort of conflict about him getting ready to go someplace.  I leave without him. 

My Mom, Tom, and I go to my (deceased) grandmother's house.  It's in the right place, but the inside is different.  She is married to my Aunt L's boyfriend J, and he is dying, somewhere in a back room.  We sit and talk, and Granny says it is the right time to give me a special ring.  I don't really want it, but I try to be polite when she gives it to me.  It is big but not valuable.  Then she asks me what time it is.  I say I don't know, and she tells me to look at the ring.  I see floating clock hands inside, so I think the ring is kind of cool now.  J comes out from a back room, wandering around and looking sick, and I realize we were there to see him and have neglected him.

(Later)  Mom, Tom, Tom's brother L and his wife D, and I are sitting in the same house.  We are talking about what L and D will with the land they will inherit from my grandmother.  They say they are going to sell it and move to Lawrence, KS.  They tell Tom and I if we ever want to move there, they will share their friends with us.  D looks at my Mom and asks her if she is going to the George Clinton concert.  My Mom says no, and doesn't even know what D is talking about.  I tell Mom who he is, then I realize she is wearing dreadlocks and long ribbons in her hair.  I reach over and flip her hair around, and tell her no wonder people think she's going, wearing her hair like that! 

(Later)  Mom, Tom, and I are in a grocery store.  Mom is doing the shopping while I look at the stuff in the cases.  I see some big bin of chocolate stuff.  The lady behind the counter asks me if I want a sample.  I look at Tom to see what he thinks, and he thinks it's a good idea.  So the lady gives me a huge cup of this soft, fluffy chocolate stuff.  I eat it and it's really good; as good as or better than IRL.

[Ranma's House]

  Gosh now I feel like I'm gonna let you guys down.  I had a very strange dream, unlike any that I can remember having before, but it wasn't really lucid.  In the dream, I was trying to WILD, and when I did, I had another dream in which my control was much better than it usually is, but I just didn't quite get fully lucid.  It's the second one.  It lasted for more than an hour. 

Ranma's House

I travel for a long time on a trip to see Ranma.  I finally come to a house that I know is his.  I knock on the door, and a woman lets me in.  She says that Ranma is gone, but will be back later.  I look around the house.  It's much bigger than it seemed to be on the outside.  There are some huge fish tanks; so big that they have sea turtles swimming in them.  I'm very impressed by Ranma's skill with aquariums.  I think, "Turtles are a dream sign".  Then I see there is a little jewelry/curio shop in the house.  The door opens onto a busy downtown street, altho the house had been in a quiet neighborhood.  The woman tells me that Ranma runs a little shop out of house to make extra money.

Dream WILD Attempt

I'm in strange house, but it's like I'm at a hotel.  My old mentor JB is in a room across from me, and he comes over and we catch up, not having seen each other for a while.  After he leaves, I wonder if I should ask him to come back.  I decide that since we don't work together anymore, it would be OK for us to get together.  I think about the approach that I should use, and I consider just asking him, "Wanna fuck?"  The thought makes me laugh, imagining his surprise, and I wonder what his response to that would be.

I decide maybe that's not a good idea, and decide to try to dream about it instead.  I lay down and try to WILD.  I think about him, and immediately get some great HI.  I'm surprised, since usually WILDing is so hard for me, and I think that I can't wait to tell everybody that it's actually very easy to WILD! 

FA--The Changing Door and Telekinesis

I wake up in the same bed.  My sister and/or niece is there with me. (Often I have this person who is a combination of them in my dreams; my niece is my deceased sister's daughter.)  I think that I should make sure that we have coffee to drink in the morning, so I grind some coffee in the bed.  I get up to find a coffee pot, and to my surprise there are several pots of different styles, sitting on a table, some of them already dripping, but there is just water coming out, no coffee.  My sister/niece asks me if we are going to talk about why we are mad at each other, or am I going to just avoid it?  I tell her, let's just avoid it for now.

Somebody comes into the room; it is a maid who works there.  The room is bigger now, more like a house.  The woman leaves the door open, and I yell at her that my cats will get out.  I go shut the door.  I begin to have a very low level of dream-awareness, which enables me to try to use telekinesis.

The dream continues like this; with more and more people going in and out, and the room getting bigger and bigger until it is like a warehouse. The whole time people keep going in and out, leaving the door open.  Each time I get it shut again, becoming more and more frantic about my cats getting out.   Once I try to shut it but the door-knob is gone.  I concentrate, and make another door-knob form, and I'm surprised that it actually latches when I shut it.  This encourages me, and I continue to use my mind to keep the door shut.  I add a dead-bolt and turn it, but it turns into an open garage door, so I pull it down.   It turns into a sliding panel, so I cause it to become a solid wall.  It turns into glass doors, so I turn it into a heavy wooden door.  It turns into swinging barn doors, so I add heavy bolts and medieval looking cross bars.  This continues for quite a while.   I enjoy my new ability, but it's a strain to keep up with the door, and it seems like I'm never going to find the  solution to keeping it shut. 

Finally I get tired of concentrating so hard on keeping the doors shut.  I ask some work-men to help me pile furniture in front of the door.  They are willing, but very disorganized, with some piling and some taking stuff away, and just not doing an effective job.  I say just forget about it, and I realize that locking the cats up in a room would be a better idea.  I see my orange cat Fox, and go to get him, but he doesn't want to be locked up, and runs away.  As he runs, he gets bigger and bigger, turning into a bob-cat and getting away from me.

Seeing the cat change into a bob-cat makes me realize something -- Cusp is right!  Everything that I turn my attention to has becomes bigger and more important.  First the coffee pots, then the door, then even the cat.  I think this is a good time to practice telekinesis, since I did so well with morphing the door.  I turn around and TK a woman into the air, then bring her down again.  This pisses her off, and she yells at me.  So I begin to TK different objects.  I have no trouble with anything that I try, and I'm glad I finally developed that skill which I've been trying to do for so long.

[Nap Dream]

^^IDK, raklet, do you think so? 

Nap Dream

I'm in my office working.  A young man comes in to talk about something that is going on.  He looks very familiar to me, and I ask him if we have worked together before.  He is very excited and persistent about the subject, which I'd rather deal with later.  He asks me if I have any books he can use.  I see the books that he needs on a very high shelf, way in the back.  I joke with him that it's obvious I don't deal with this problem very often, seeing how the books have almost disappeared up there.  I also see some eggs in a carton back there.  I think, oh crap, I better get those egg out of there, that's not good.  So I climb up on the very tall book-shelf, reach way back and grab the stuff, then start to climb down.  Somehow, I sit right down on the top of the man's head, and for a moment I am sitting on his head, perfectly balanced.  I quickly grab the shelves and pull myself away.  I'm extremely embarrassed at having sat on his head like that, and check to see what his reaction is.  He is bent over, laughing very hard, so I feel a little better.

[House in the Country]

Lots of little fragmented dreams, all night long.

House in the Country

I'm living at a strange house is in some remote location.  I'm there all by myself, but I know visitors are coming.  I look out, and see my Mom, two Aunts, Cousin M, and a man coming to the door.  The man is a very dark black guy who I think I know, but I can't quite place him.  I open the door, but only my family is there--the man is gone.  They come in and I hug them.  My cousin has gained a lot of weight, and she says, "It's M!", as if I might not recognize her, and I say I know who she is.  My Aunt C is feeling sick; I think she is drunk and I can tell my Mom is disgusted with her.  She goes to puke in the general area of the trash can, but starts to use the recycle bin instead of the garbage.   I quickly push her to the right can.  I know they are going to ask me if I am lonely, living out there by myself, and I prepare my answer--I'm going to tell them I have lots of friend on the internet, and I can talk to somebody anytime I want to, so don't worry about it.   (I think I've been spending too much time on the computer!)

The Rescue

There is some sort of celebration because I have rescued a man who was about to fall off of a cliff.  We are standing around a quarry-like place, and I watch what happened.  The man was more like a boy during the rescue, and I was helping him up the cliff by a combination of pulling him from below me, tossing him up higher, and pushing him from below.  It all looks very precarious, and I wonder how I had the strength to do it.  I am going to receive an award for the rescue, and there is a crowd of people, including the man I saved, who is now grown-up.

The Race/The Test/The Camel

I'm in some sort of car race, but I'm also taking a test with 3 parts.  It's all very confusing, and the third page of my test is missing.  I stand in some lines with other people, trying to find the last part, but then they announce that the test is over.  I get irate because I wasn't able to finish and it wasn't my fault.  There is nothing they can do, the test is over and I have to accept the score.  As I argue, I notice that there is a camel standing beside me, and it rubs against me and puts its head on my shoulder against my face as if it likes me.

Two Dreams about Skysaw's Birthday

1)  I'm at my Dad's house, and Dad wants me to take him to the grocery store.  Somehow I get a cab, and we go like he is the passenger, him sitting in the back seat.  (My cousin has a cab, and whenever we ride in it we have to pretend to be customers like that.)   We get to the store, and when we go in, I see Skysaw sitting in front of a long table.  He is smiling and greeting people to welcome them to his table.  It is his birthday, and he has laid out on the table all kinds of fruit to eat.  I realize he wants to provide healthy treats instead of the usual cake.  He has all the birthday cards he has received from previous years laid out, and I recognize a couple that I sent to him.  I think that he must be pretty organized to be able to find all of those cards, and I feel a little guilty that I didn't save my cards.

2)  I wake up at my Dad's house on my birthday.  I hear my Mom in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, laughing and joking with somebody.  I realize that Skysaw is here, and it's his birthday too.  I feel jealous that my Mom is paying attention to someone else like that and ignoring me on my birthday.  I hear Mom laugh, and go in there to see her playfully slapping at Skysaw with a spatula.  She is cooking bacon, and Skysaw keeps grabbing pieces right out of the pan and eating them.  He sits on the couch, looking very smug, I think.  I say, "Skysaw doesn't even eat bacon!  What is going on here?", and when I look at him I realize that he eats it once a year, on his birthday only.

(I have to go ask Skysaw if it is his birthday today.)

[Big House and Big Church]

(Boring night.)

Big House and Big Church

I'm looking for a house to rent.  The neighborhood is full of big houses, but then I see the biggest of all--it's massive, taking up the whole end of the street.  I know it has at least four master bed-room suites.  I somehow am able to talk to my Mom, and I tell her I finally found a house big enough for all of us.  All of whom, I don't know.

I notice that next to the big house is a megachurch.  I wonder if that is going to be annoying, with all the traffic it will cause.  Even now there are people lining up outside of the church.  I realize they are giving away a free breakfast, so I go stand in the line.  There are thousands of people, and the line snakes all around inside the church.  It takes a very long time, but I am finally near where they give you the food.  Somebody asks me if I am going to become a Christian after I eat the breakfast, and I say, "I doubt it will be that good." 

Class

I'm carrying way too many books and notebooks and things.  I try to go into a big auditorium class but the previous class is still going on.  I really want to get a good seat for my class, so I position myself in a central location, ready to move quickly when the other people leave.  I'm with somebody, and I think by working togeether we can surely get a good seat.  I see some people in my class going in too early and taking some available back seats.  They're making a big mistake, I think.

The Baby

I'm taking care of a baby, but it is more like a fetus; it's only about 6 inches long, and very skinny and floppy with a big head.  I'm washing it in a sink.  For some reason, when I want to set it down, I stick it to the window instead.  When I try to get it off, it keeps sticking, and parts of its skin peel off.  I'm horrified, and try to be more careful, but it's impossible to do without peeling off the skin.  The baby doesn't seem to notice.

[Failed Seduction]

^^^^I going to pretend you didn't say that.

Failed Seduction

I'm in a strange apartment with a young man.  I think we should be together, but when we get into bed, everything goes black and I can't see or feel him.   

Success

I get in a snow-ball fight with some people.  The the man from the apartment comes along on like a lower level sidewalk and the people who were throwing snowballs at me turn to him.  It was mostly in fun, but since he is in a bad position, he gets hit with a lot of snowballs.  Somehow I think he blames me for it.  Later we are in bed together and have very rough sex, him S, me M.

[At the Cafe]

Well, I'm sorry you looked forward to....this.  :(

At the Cafe

I'm drinking coffee, and the waitron comes to remove my cups.  I notice that I have three identical cups, all mine from home, all partially drank.  I get them back from her, worried that I'll never see them again if she takes them.  A very old man runs by extremely slowly, carrying a toilet brush in one hand.

[Question and Stupid Answer]

Question and Stupid Answer

(I come back to bed after using the bathroom and I try to WILD.)

Tom starts hugging me, which is annoying since I'm trying to WILD and he's messing me up.  He becomes more and more persistent, and I'm surprised he is so awake in the middle of the night.  I don't want to hurt his feelings, and I don't think he'd take being rejected in favor of me trying to have a dream very well, so I give in.  We start having very energetic sex which goes on for quite a while.   I'm getting worn out and thirsty, and Tom gets up to get some water while simultaneously staying in bed with me. 

As soon as I realize it's a dream, Tom goes back to being asleep in bed next to me.  I lay in bed, staring into the dark.  It's so incredibly real, and I start to wonder if I am in my real body or my dream body, and how to go about getting out of bed.  I begin to see an amazing fireworks-like show in a vast expanse of space, with lights and spinning things and colors, and little animated things.  There are sound effects too.  I watch this for some time, but all at once decide to get up and go do something.

I run towards the wall in a diving position and jump.  I bounce right off—dammit!  I never can do that.  I use the window instead.  I fly over a snowy country-side.  It's incredibly beautiful, dark and moonlit with sparkling snow and ice everywhere.  I wonder when the weather in my dreams will catch up with the weather outside.

I look for some place where there will be some DC's.  I see a cluster of small houses.  I look for one with lights, but they are all dark.  I pick one and fly towards the closed front door, wondering for a moment if I'll make it, but I go thru easily. 

A DC is sitting on  a chair in the living room.  It's very dark and I can't see what he looks like, I just have an impression of what he is like.  I have some sort of stick or baton in my hand now, which I'm glad to have to ward him off in case he comes near me. 

I say to him, “I'm looking for Matty.  Do you know him?”

He says, “Yea, I know him.”  Oh cool, I think, maybe I'm getting somewhere.

I ask, “Do you know what the message he has for me is?”

He says, “He tried to e-mail you to tell you.”

This confuses me; I wonder if that could possibly be true.  I think of all the e-mails I get rid of without even looking at them.  I'm pretty sure it's not possible however, and this guy is lying.  I ask him, “Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

He mumbles something incomprehensible, kind of sounding like it ends in “munch”.  I ask him to repeat it, but it's no clearer.  I try one more time, and a woman's voice says very near me, “He said, it's time to eat lunch!”

The sound of another DC so near me in the dark freaks me out, and I decide I don't like these two. 

The Lake

Tom and I are swimming in a lake.  The water is dark, and I don't know how deep it is.  I tell Tom to try and touch the bottom because I don't want to put my feet down.  There are some people on shore, and there is a man with his arms outstretched, with a seagull on each arm.  The gulls fly from his arms to where we are, and I say to Tom, “He's got those gulls trained pretty well!”

We are pretty far out from shore, and decide we better swim back before we get too tired, but it just takes a moment of swimming and we are in shallow water.  We get out of the lake and approach the man who sent the gulls.  It's Tom's Dad, but he is our age.  He comes to Tom and wants to hug him, but Tom tries to avoid the hug.  His Dad sort of corrals Tom towards a wall, and I help trap him so he can't escape being hugged.

Dad's Birds

I go to Dad's house, and he has gotten several more birds in addition to the three that he had.  There is a big beautiful blue macaw, and lots of little colorful birds walking around on the floor.  I think he's gone crazy, getting so many birds, but he's happy and says he wanted to surprise me.  I see some friend of his coming up to the door, and I'm annoyed because I think he probably wants something.


The Game

Still at Dad's house, I'm trying to play dominos with a boy, but I don't know how to play.  I think that to start out we should probably each take the same number of dominos, and I try to get him to take them out with me, each of us taking two at a time until they are gone.  He won't cooperate, and I think this is not going to work. Mom comes over to see what the problem is.  She sits down to play.  The game turns into mah jong, and the pieces are all made out of candy.  We start taking out the candy to play with, and I eat some of it, thinking I shouldn't be eating the game pieces.

Back Home

I'm sitting on the couch with Tom, watching TV.  I am immediately aware that it's a dream.  On TV is two people arguing with each other about the cause of some disease.  I try talking to the people in the TV, thinking that maybe I can get one of them to answer some of my questions.

Tom asks me what the hell I'm doing.  I remember then that he is not really Tom, but just a DC pretending to be him.  I ask him if I can ask him some questions.  He scoots over and puts his arm around me, squeezing me, and says sure.  I ask him if he has a message for my friends (I meant for you guys here—I should have been more specific).  He says something dirty which I won't repeat, and puts my hand in his lap.  He tells me to go put a “Rhino record” on for us to listen to.   I tell him no, and ask him again if he has anything to say.  He says, “I didn't read what was on the tarp.”

[Mean Relatives]

Mean Relatives

I'm at what looks like my Aunt L's house, but Uncle J's family (Uncle J = dead) is there, plus old friend GM (haven't seen for 25 years).  I'm really hungry, and I'm annoyed that no one offers me anything to eat.  I go in the kitchen to find something.  It's really messy and dirty. I think I'll make a toasted cheese sandwich.  I find a couple pieces of holy old bread in the sink.  I start putting butter on the bread, but then I realize it's not butter but some yukky old grease.  Then I look for a pan to cook it in, but there are no normal pans in the cabinet, except for one big giant frying pan.  When I grab that one, everybody freaks out and says I can't use that one, it's Uncle J's pan.  Everybody acts very scared of making Uncle J mad.  I find another pan and make the sandwich.  As I eat it, it tastes just like a regular raw cheese sandwich instead of toasted, but it's OK.  I see a can of tomato soup on the floor, and think darn, that would have been good to eat with the sandwich.  Then Uncle J comes in and people get quiet and get out of his way.  He starts to cook a roast in his special pan.  I want him to cover it and leave, so I can eat some cake that is on the table, but he just keeps adding things and stirring the pan.  So I go sit and eat the cake anyway, it's just left-over scraps so I hope he won't mind.  I was disappointed at first that there was not chocolate, but it's some kind of vanilla caramel cheese-cake, and it's really good, so I don't mind that it's not chocolate.

Sean Connery and Russians at the Casino

I'm watching a documentary about some natives in a forest; they are naked but they carry rifles that look like M1 Garands.  They love to eat Milk Duds, and when they go poop it looks just like Milk Duds too.  They show the natives squatting and pooping out the Milk-Duds, and I think, that's really going a little bit too far. 

The documentary starts to talk about the bears of the environment.  The camera is following a polar bear and her cubs thru the snow.  I think, whoever shot that was really brave to get that close to a bear.  The bear suddenly turns around and comes towards the camera, and I think uh-oh, camera man is going to get it, but then oh shit, I'm really there!  The bear is coming towards me, and I think since it's got cubs its going to be extra dangerous.  I leap out of the packed-down trail into the snow and try to hide.  The bear goes past me.   I wait for a moment, and then a huge grizzly bear walks by too.  It looks in my direction but doesn't seem to notice me.

Finally I think it's safe to come out, so I walk down the path to a big library that is part of the university there.  I go in and I see my purse and back-pack laying by a table.  That's strange, I think, and as I walk to get them, I realize it has to be a dream.  I go to my stuff and get some gum out of my purse, to see what it's like.   It's just like regular gum.  I run and jump on some tables, run up a stack of books and do a back-flip when I get to the top, to the amusement of some of the DC's.  Then I run straight at a tall window and jump out.

I didn't remember going up so high in the building, but I'm like 30 floors up.  As I fall, I try to soar away, but I realize I can't fly!  Oh shit, it's real!  I'm falling, and I'm 90% sure that it's not a dream anymore, it feels exactly like jumping off of something high.  I think, I'm gonna splat myself on the ground right in front of all these people and they are gonna freak out.  I'm scared it's going to hurt, but I figure it will be over soon.  It takes about as long as it should to fall from that height until I hit the ground.

When I hit, I'm in a crouching position, like I hit the ground ready to run, and the ground is kind of spongy, like a tennis court.  Phew, I'm very happy.  I get up and walk into another building that I think is a casino.

When I go into the casino, I'm with Sean Connery and I know we are on some kind of mission.  Somehow I'm carrying my purse, back-pack, and lunch-box, and it's very annoying so I set it down to leave it.  Sean doesn't think this is a good idea, but I tell him the DC's won't mess with it, and it doesn't matter anyway.  So we go to find the elevators to take us into the casino. 

We walk around, trying to find the elevators, but we can't find the right ones.  I tell Sean to hold on, I want a DC to take back to my room, and I pick a blond woman in a white wrap-around dress.  We finally get on the elevator, and me and the woman start to make out.  Sean tolerates this behavior, but he's not too thrilled by it, I can tell.  Sean say something to the elevator operator, and the operator says, "Oh you guys made a big mistake, this is the Russian elevator!"  Oh crap!  We all freak out, and the operator says that he has to tell on us, but he will give us a break by opening the doors and letting us out so we can run away.  He says we won't have much time, maybe a few seconds. 

He radios to somebody that he has us, then takes us back down and opens the doors.  We jump out, but the Russians are waiting for us, and I think, that wasn't a head start at all!  There are several Russians, and they have blow-guns that shoot darts and spray poison.  I manage to grab one of the blow-guns, and we run thru the crowds of people, me shooting them and them shooting me, poison darts and poison spray going everywhere, but nobody seems to get hurt.  I wish I knew how to stop and fight them, but I'm too scared so I keep running.

The scene shifts.  I see Sean Connery in a Star Trek uniform, waking up on the Enterprise, and it's like it was all his dream and now it's over because he woke up.  I think, something's wrong, I don't think Sean Connery was in Star Trek.

(wake up, DEILD)  I'm back in the casino.  I pick another DC to go up to my room with me; this time it's a big, thuggish guy who looks like he might be security.  At first I am leading him, but then he seems more and more in charge, and he's walking faster and faster and dragging me along.  I tell him, "This is my dream!  You want to know how I know?"  He seems amused and patronizing, like, "OK, crazy person, why is this a dream"?  I explain to him about the previous dream, and Sean Connery and the Russians, and he keeps smiling and walking and pulling me along. 

We get into an elevator and he looks down at me.  I'm not liking him as much anymore; he seems kind of scary.  He bends over to kiss me, and I think, "Oh shit, he must be over seven feet tall!"  Right before he kisses me, he asks, "Democrat or Republican?"  I say, "Libertarian!"  and this seems to piss him off extensively.  He starts yelling how he hates people "in the middle".  I say, "No, we're left of the left and right of the right!  Not the middle at all!" but this doesn't help, and he is getting more and more enraged, so I think I better get out of that dream.

[Lost Wallet]

Lost Wallet

I leave a grocery store, pushing a cart, and go towards the cart corral in the parking lot.  A woman behind me is doing the same thing.  She begins to run very fast, and somehow I get caught up with her and her cart, and we all are speeding across the parking lot at a dangerous speed.  When we smash into the cart corral, I fly up and land on my feet, but my cart keep going and goes into the street.  The woman and I watch it as it as cars slam on their brakes and go sideways trying to miss the cart, then a UPS truck hits it and flips over, and there is a big pile-up as cars smash into the truck.

The woman and I are like, "Oh shit!"  She looks at me apologetically, and tells me that she was upset about something, and that's why she was running.  I tell her it's OK, no problem.  She leaves. 

I realize that my purse was in the cart.  I'm a little worried about being blamed for the accident, so I debate whether I should go get it or not, but then I realize that they will know who I am anyway by the stuff in my wallet.  So I go down to the street.  It's a bad neighborhood and I'm kind of scared.  I find my purse laying in the street, but when I pick it up the wallet is gone--crap!  I can't believe somebody already found it.  So I'm thinking, what to do now?  A man comes out of a door-way and waves me over.  He says that he has my wallet, and to come inside the building.

Inside the building is like a whole stolen-wallet distribution center, where people come to get their wallets back.  He goes behind a desk and asks me what I will give him to get the wallet back.  I feel like telling him to forget it and just keep it, but I really don't want to have to replace all the stuff in there.  I realize that he's keeping the cash that was in the wallet already, so that should be some part of what I pay him, so I tell him I'll write him a check for another $20.  He laughs, like I'm being both insulting and stupid.  He says I could just stop the check, so that's not going to work.  I tell him I won't do that.  He says, No, we have to go to my house and get the money.

The man and I get in my car, which is a Toyota I had 20 years ago.  He drives, and we go towards my Dad's house.  I tell him to pull off before we get there, and we got down a side street and park in a lot.  My ex-BF Steve is there, and I tell the man that he should talk to Steve about this.  The man gets out of the car, and he and Steve walk off together.  They are out of my sight for a moment, then I see Steve rolling the man's body into a ditch by the side of the lot.  Steve comes running back, looking all frantic and wild-eyed.  He says, "I killed him! Let's go!"  I'm like, "Shit!  What did you do that for?"  I can't believe how this situation has deteriorated, and now we're going to be big trouble.

Then I see the man moving in the ditch--he's alive, and he's pissed!  He comes towards us.  I'm still sitting in the passenger side of the car, and I try to lock the doors before he gets there.  Steve jumps into another vehicle and drives away. (Thanks for abandoning me, jerk!)  The man gets back into my car, and we drive away, chasing Steve.   

We driving crazy thru the streets, following Steve, but he gets away.  The man is enraged, and decides to crash us into a building.  He heads straight for the entrance of a corner shop, and we smash right into it, running over a bunch of people in the process.  The same as after the shopping car crash, as soon as we hit I somehow am standing next to the accident, not hurt.  There are people moaning and dying on the ground, and I feel terrible that I've caused this.

I go into the building.  I'm surprised to find that it is Tom's brother's business.  He's a veterinarian, so I figure he can help the man so I won't get in trouble if he dies.  I find Tom's brother (it doesn't look like him IRL, but I know it's him).  I tell him the whole story, and he hugs me and tells me it's OK, he'll hide the man and nobody will know about any of this.

I'm pacing around in the front office, worried about everything that's happened.  The office seems more like a house now, and Tom's brother's wife is sitting at a table.  She's drinking whiskey, doing shots, and Tom's brother joins her.  They sit and talk and laugh.  I'm like, shit, I wish they wouldn't do that right now.  I think they need to be smart if the cops come looking for the man, but I don't say anything.  A boy who is Tom's brother's son (not IRL) comes out of the back.  He's playing with another little boy.  I know that the other boy is actually the man's son, and I wonder how he got there.

I look at the boy.  He skin is pitch black, and he's dressed in black clothes.  His face looks like a little devil.  As he runs by me, I see bat wings growing out of his back.

(I wake up thinking about bats.)