Mortal Mist

[Wandering Dream]

I'm sorry they're suffering too, especially seeing they're babies.


Didn't fall asleep till after the birds started singing this morning.

Fragments:
- stepped in dog crap that I can never fully get scraped off my shoe
- trying to recall K's age and naming a bunch of numbers but her correct age

Wandering Dream (I felt like I was lucid at the end of it but didn't consciously state or think "I'm dreaming' as I usually do so I'm not sure whether to count is as lucid or not)

I’m trying to watch a tv show in an unfamiliar house. In the kitchen Ryan Newman is staring at me. Instantly annoyed, I stand and ask, “What?” I go into the kitchen and we argue (can’t remember about what). There is chess timer (which I call a palindrome in dream)and each time we argue our point we have to hit the timer. I get sick of this, slap the ‘palindrome’ off the counter and storm away, somehow ending up back in the kitchen doing a mountain of dishes. Ryan is there. “Why the hell am I doing your dishes?” I ask him. He replies, “You’re always doing things you don’t like to do. May as well do my dishes.” I want to grab the nearest knife and stab the hell out of Ryan but instead I take my anger out on his dishes. I swipe a bunch of them on the floor. For good measure I stomp on the shattered pieces as I walk out of the house.

I am in a forest walking with a line of people. It is like a search party, we’re spaced evenly apart. Half of the people are celebrities. I am walking beside Kristen Stewart. She’s dressed in skanky clothes and wearing huge furry boots. She somehow gets stranded on the opposite side of a very narrow stream and can’t figure out how to cross it. I step over it and back again to show her how easy it is to cross. She tries and falls into the ridiculously narrow stream. I help her out and leave her to her own devices. It is while we are walking that I wonder if the Runestone is near.

We are all suddenly on a bus, looks like a kids toy bus. Harry Potter sits behind me. He tries to talk to me. I don’t want to talk to him. I’m busy looking out the window for something. Suddenly I’m sitting on Potter’s lap and can feel that he’s aroused. *shudders* I have to sit on him, there are no other seats available. Suddenly it strikes me that Ryan was right, I do always find myself doing things I don’t want to do. What do I want to do? Where do I want to go? I yell to the bus driver, “Is this the bus to Imladris?” He tells me it is not. I get off of the bus and walk through the woods.

A van covered in brown camouflage picks me up. The driver looks like Marcus Brody from Indiana Jones. The passenger is Frank from Maniac (another damn EW character). I climb into the back and ask Marcus to take me to Imladris. He and Frank argue about which direction to go. Marcus wins and we go his way. We barrel through the forest for a while and come to a dead end. He and Frank argue again. Frank takes the wheel. “I’ll get you there,” he assures me. He stares at me as if waiting for a reply. With an impatient wave of my hand I motion for him hurry the hell up and get going. We drive for some time. Frank tries to talk to me. I don’t say much. Don’t want to talk to him. I don’t like him or trust him. It occurs that I’m in another a situation I don’t want to be in. I am about to ask them to let me out of the van when Marcus announces we have to set up camp before dark. We stop.

A tent with walls like wrestling mats is erected. It’s huge, almost a small house. It is L shaped. Me and Marcus take one side of the tent. Frank takes the other. I lay on a bed one way, Marcus lays the other way. He keeps telling me I have to go to sleep. I tell him I am not tired. He sets the ‘palindrome’ between us and tells me to sleep, that each time we wake up we have to hit the timer. I nod. Marcus drops off to sleep immediately. He wakes a couple of times and hits the palindrome, tells me to sleep and falls back to sleep himself.  Frank starts snoring but I don’t trust him. I creep around the corner and peek at him to make sure he is asleep. He is.

I creep back to my bed and see a large purse on the floor. It is full of hundreds of different rings. I begin rummaging through it for my ring, just realizing I’d lost it. Marcus wakes, hits the ‘palindrome’ and asks why I’m digging through the rings. I tell him I lost mine. “It wouldn’t be in there.” He says and drops off to sleep again. My ring is not in the purse.

I realize Frank probably has it. He looks like the type to steal stuff. I creep back into the room and begin carefully searching his pants and shirt pockets. Nothing. He wakes just as I am finishing my search and we begin arguing. The stupid ‘palindrome’ is between us and we hit it as we make our arguments (again). I get tired of it and leave.

Back in bed Marcus wakes and asks if I’ve slept yet. I tell him no. I can’t. He hands me his chess timer and tells me to hit it. It will help me sleep. I do what he says and I lay down.  He is right, I feel myself beginning to drift off but then I hear an annoying ticking. It’s coming from the timer. I pick it up and look for an off switch. I find a button and press it. This turns the timer into a radio that is stuck on one station that plays the same song over and over. I can’t sleep with all these distractions. Marcus wakes again and asks why I’m not sleeping. “I can’t. It’s too loud. I just want to go.” He shakes his head and looks at me like I’m a stubborn child refusing to go to bed. “You can’t get where you want  until you sleep.” He then lays down and passes out.

This sounds familiar. “Holy shit,” I say happily and begin laughing. I think back on the circumstances leading up to this point and laugh harder. I dump all the rings out of the purse onto the floor and then flop back into my bed to sleep, knowing what Marcus said is true. But the stupid timer/radio is still annoying. I try to will it to shut off but it won’t. I take it to Frank’s room. He is asleep on his stomach. I manage to shove the timer/radio under him to muffle the sound of it. It works. I run back to my bed and lay down giddily thinking, “I’m finally going to get there!” I relax, close my eyes and let myself begin to fall asleep.

I wake iwl before I reawaken in dream.

[Baby Birds]

Severely disrupted sleep last night. Couldn't stay asleep to save my life. But hopped back in bed about 10am and snagged a couple hours sleep.

Fragments
- Wilfred rambling on about some plan being messed up
- Star Wars, ship in a landing dock, chaos
- Bilbo Baggins (Martin Freeman verson) frantic about something
 (too much geeking out this morning, methinks)

Baby Birds
I'm at my Gram's (failed to rc) on the back porch. It's night. The back light is on. A huge pine tree is growing beside the porch. I see a bird fly into a low branch and then hear the soft peepings of baby birds. I try to show F, who is suddenly with me, where the nest is. I use the shadow of my hand on the tree to try point out the nest. He still can't see is. One of the baby birds falls out. I leap over the railing and scramble under the tree. The baby bird is dead. But there is another one that is barely moving. It is covered in ants. I ask F if I should kill the baby to put it out of its misery. He doesn't answer. I know even if I brush the ants off and try to save it the bird will still die. I start flicking the ants off of it and try to figure out the quickest way to kill the poor thing.



Damn lousy internet it out at home again. Same thing happened last weekend. Limited posting from moi if it out again all weekend.

[Music Classes]

Music Classes

It is time for Music class.  I walk to that end of the campus and find two large old music studios being used for classrooms.  I'm a bit early, and hear some interesting sounding stuff coming from the other studio, so I quietly walk in.

The instructor/performer stops what he is doing and welcomes me in.  He asks what I play and invites me to grab a bass and join in.  I explain I'm just there to listen for a couple minutes before going to class, so he resumes his piano recital.  There are about a half dozen obviously handicapped and challenged adults gathered around him.  He plays well, just improvising and having fun.

I walk across to the other studio.  There are concert style seats installed on the main floor of this one, facing the old control room.  I take a seat and then spot S.H. nearby, so I go sit by her.  It has been a long time since I've seen her, so we chat and catch up until the instructor shows up.


Flea Market Chaos

My wife is setting up at an inner city flea market, and I'm supposed to meet her.  The roads are narrow and traffic isn't moving, so I ditch my car and run the couple miles remaining, hoping my car will still be where I left it.  Running is effortless - I'm glad I try to stay in shape.

When I arrive, I find our spot almost completely set up.  A slab of stone is in the way of taking out our remaining stuff, so I pull that out and ask a neighboring vendor if I can lean it up out of the way on their spot.  He agrees, and I do.

After the day is over, we begin cleaning up.  At the end, I try to find that slab of stone, but it is gone.  The neighbor doesn't remember anything about it.  I begin walking about the market and find several things that look like it, but none of them are my stone slab.  I finally give it up as lost.

While walking back, I come across some large logs with smouldering embers blocking the path.  A strong wind gust whips the embers up to flame.  I take a running start and jump over an area of the logs that doesn't seem to be burning so hot.  I feel the heat sear me, but come through unscathed.


Kwame I. Kilpatrick

(Fragment)  A guy I know has changed his name to Kwame I. Kilpatrick.  He is in legal trouble in Detroit, which makes sense for somebody who has named himself almost the same as our ignoble and infamous criminal mayor.

  @ iadr. I'd probably whip out my camera and start taking photos.

Lost a bunch of dreams this morning due to an early awakening. I only remember a fragment about school, getting test results back?

That whole bar/hockey dream was one big reality check missed. I hate bars. I don't drink. I barely talk to my mother and I most certainly wouldn't lose a game of air hockey to her. I didn't think to RC once. 


Stolen Car Stash
I am living with my cousin's gf again. I walk out back of her place to the open field. It is full of stolen cars in various stages of strippedness. I wonder how the police never seem to see this field.

Strange Park
I take some kids to a park. It is mostly normal looking from where I sit in the distance. I decide to sit on a swing and as I walk through the park I realize it is massive, like it was built for people twice as tall as me. I look up at the huge teetertotter and wonder if I would be afraid up so high. The swings are so high I can grab the bottom of one and swing from it like a trapeze. The slide is the tallest and strangest bit of playground equipment of all. As the kids climb the ladder it sinks into the ground. When the kids are atop the ladder they are still pretty much level with the ground, the slide is straightened along the ground and the kids still try to side down it. They don't seem to mind so I let them play.

Frag: Sitting on the couch with someone who looks suspiciously hobbity. He is small with light curly hair and when I try to look at his feet to assess their furriness he tucks them up under his butt so I can't see. He seems afraid of me. I am about to ask who he is but wake before I can.

went to bed half drunk.  I don't know if its the REM rebound effect or just my synapses firing in desperate dehydrated confusion

       My mother is driving us home from somewhere. Home to the house we moved out of in 1990, She cuts through this nearby Christian school. We stop to get a snack at some outside cafeteria. She sits with some unsuspecting teenager and starts talking to him incessantly. I forget what about.  At first, she just seems a bit quarky and talkative like she can be, but she gets more and more intense, talking about what this kid has done even though she doesn't know him, getting more and more nervous until she is very distressed and talking faster.  I start to worry that she's having a stroke or some medical issue that can cause sudden personality change. I ask if she's OK but she just keeps talking.  By the end, she seems genuinely mentally ill and tortured. I can't help her.  Its terrible. I become lucid, as a way out I think. 
       "Mom, this is just a dream. I love you.  I'm going to wake up now."
       (then in and out of an FA)
 
           Walking along the wood on a dark road.  I become lucid. Something is pulling at me and just I give in and go limp.  I'm swept away into the air floating kind of sideways on my back.  I look at the tree line and sky. Its very clear and beautiful. The stars move and pool together and slowly form an enormous human image, taking up the whole sky, his chest rising from the horizon.  It was some kind of Hindu god. Shiva I believe.

Loop - walking along a similar road.  This time I get a little help with the lucid part.  A branch from a tree falls.  Its full of those helicopter like seed pods which keep the branch floating while somehow still staying attached. it bounces off the ground, then up again. It brushes my leg then floats into the woods.  Yep, dreaming. Again same thing. I feel a force and give in. I float in the same way.  This time I go through the woods a before halting to a hover in some backyard, looking at a plain white house.  The upstairs part is illuminated from the inside with moving fields of colored light, presumably emanating from whomever is living their lives in that particular house.  The different colors are different emotions.  I can feel them too. They are all positive, life affirming emotions. Excitement, joy, others I can't name but feel wonderful.
       I start thinking. I remember the empty and painful experience of the previous dream with my mother, and I am genuinely astounded at the range of all we can experience in life.  I start to wonder how the feelings of this house can be so overwhelmingly positive.  "must be something to do with the foundation" I think.

        FA - in some room with brother at some camp or seminar type place. Sleeping on the floor. Still lucid.  I start floating and walking and sitting on the walls. FA - My brother has been watching me and apparently I was actually walking on the walls while sleeping. - interesting - (then, at some point, my brother has become a clear and intelligent African tribesman with tribal tattoos on his eyes, but its definitely still my brother.)

      FA - still lucid. This time I'm in a hallway with many bedrooms. It looks like the wing of the hospital where I work and work people are there, but here, they're not work people, but lucid dreamers at some kind of gathering (they're probably from MM).  Its ironic though because for the most part they're not lucid.  I see Lynn from work (maybe the wisest person at work) I look at her. She's lucid.  I explain how I think its weird with all these dreamers and only the two of us know its a dream.  She's more even keeled. It doesn't strike her as odd. Then there's some piece where I realize I'm not myself.  Someone has left food and clothes and notes for me but they are labeled "MB".  I slowly piece together that in this situation, I actually am this MB.   
       Lucidity fades.  We all go to this big cafeteria. Its still the people from work but we are now joined by a whole bunch of patients. 100 or so. The dream has shifted from a dream gathering to an autism gathering, more like an autism celebration.  The food and tables are very classy and there are uniformed waiters.  I'm sitting next to Peter, who is worried that he will clear the table and destroy all the food and plates.  I try to talk him through it, and he seems to manage.  After the meal, its apparently time for a group song.  A few of the autistic kids start singing some kind of hymn - mostly the word "alelluyia".  People slowly join in.  I notice some Down's syndrome kids there too, also getting into it.  One table stands up and starts cheering on this little down's girl who is rapturously singing.  The sound builds into this state of special needs extacy, until the sound is literally vibrating everyone and everything in the room. Its unbelievable.

[F]
All I remember is an almost movie like fragment it even seemed edited like a television show trailer.  It centered around a man who was travelling in time or between dimensions.  The scientist was played by the actor John Noble who most remember as Dr. Walter Bishop from "Fringe".  He was travelling through time/dimensions but while he does its taking its toll on his body.  I remember someone saying that for some reason it destroys his skin the more he does it.  The scientist is so obsessed with still jumping through time he ends up destroying his body and making some creepy looking artificial skin.

[L/F]
I am standing in the street of an urban area with lots of tall old buildings.  I look down the street and see two stealth helicopters flying only a couple feet off the ground winding around a corner.  I assumed they were going toward something dangerous.  I decided to follow them and see if I could help.  I jump into a car and start heading in their direction and for some reason figure it would be faster if the car could fly and I didn't have to stay on the streets.  The car starts to lurch upward like a slow moving blimp.  I decide its going far to slow and I should just fly there myself.  As I jump out of the car mid flight I realize I'm dreaming.  I start flying in the direction the helicopters had went at a much faster pace.  I end up getting blocked by a couple buildings that are about twelve stories tall.  I realize when I fly too high I tend to wake up out of fear of falling.  I fly up to the fourth or fifth floor of an abandoned building.  I grab onto the side and slowly fly up but also stabilize myself on the building.  I remember holding on and the concrete of the building was really rough wet and cold.  I make my way to the top of the building and stand up to look around.  I'm in a large city but a rather run down part of it with old buildings and empty lots.  Last thing I remember is looking down off the building at a faded painting on a wet cement wall.  It was of some white ducks with their reflections just below them in water.

[TV Show]

I did the gm, alpha-gpc, rhodiola, and nicotine at bedtime, followed by guarana and ginseng at WBTB.  Again that resulted in long complex dreams before WBTB, and great vibes and lucids afterwards.

TV Show (not well recalled, but was very long and detailed at the time, and again inspired by Vex's dreams lol)

I am watching a TV show starring Johnny Depp.  It's about these aliens who live in the same time and place as humans, but neither is aware of each other.  They are like in different dimensions or something.  The aliens have colonized the Earth, so it's on Earth, in Earth peoples' homes.  Every so often, an alien or a human becomes aware of the other.  The aliens look like normal people when it shows them in their own dimension, but when the humans rarely sense or see the aliens, they are like the little big-headed, big-eyed typical alien, except they are very dark-colored, not silver, almost like a negative of a typical alien.  It's the same when the aliens see the humans; they look weird like that to them too.  It's as if neither sees the other as they really are, or as they see themselves, because of the dimension thing.  Johnny Depp is a person who gets a glimpse of the aliens, and the show is about him trying to figure out what's going on.

HI

I'm lying there awake, feeling not yet sleepy enough to try to WILD, just incubating what I want to do.  (Find pj, give him a phrase; I forgot about the rock at that point.)  I "hear myself" telling Tom how Danger Kitten scratched me when I walked by her, and I feel my dream-arm reach out and demonstrate.  I am surprised because I didn't even think I was close to sleep.  I go on just thinking about what I was thinking, but realize I would WILD probably.


Eating Clouds (This was a monthly goal at DV a loooong time ago.  I can't remember if I managed to do it or not, but maybe my SC was "showing" me that it doesn't ignore my goals.  It's just very, very slow at delivering them, lol.)

(I can't remember the very beginning; I think I fell asleep when I was trying to WILD.)*  I'm in a city.  It's dark, and I'm in an industrial part of town; not much activity at night time here.  I think I'll fly, and immediately I shoot up into the air.  Whee, that was fast!  I go higher and higher.  I see the city spread out before me.  It's like Los Angeles, just enormous, stretching as far as the eye can see.  The stars get brighter.  Cool, I'll go to space, it's been a while!  

I come to the first misty clouds.  They grow thicker as I go up, til that's all I can see around me.  I reach out to see what they feel like.  I break some off.  I can't describe the texture; it's not like anything IRL.  It's like foam rubber, but much more easily torn and squished.  I put some in my mouth to see what it tastes like.  Kind of bland.  The texture is the most interesting thing about it.

I go higher, and the clouds thin out.  But before I get to space, I'm plummet back down again.  Bummer!  Oh well, maybe next time.  I feel like I still have the cloud-stuff on my face.  I wipe it off, and look down at my sleeve--I did, there is white stuff smeared on it.  

I'm in the same boring industrial area, so I start walking.  I come to a residential area.  The first place I see is an old folks' home.  Boring; don't want to go in there.  I come to a place where the houses are big and nice.  I see one that is the most beautiful blue I have ever seen.  Cerulean, the color I just like to stare at when I see it.  I realize some people would think it is gaudy, so big and blue, but I love it.  It's all lit up, inside and out, which makes it stand out in the darkness.

I think, that's the one, and I walk towards it.  However when I get closer I see "For Sale" sign in the yard.  Darn, it's empty.  (I wish I would have gone in anyway, and checked it out.)  I turn away, then think, I should read what the sign says.  It has a picture of a woman's face, the realtor, and the phone number is written as a word, the way they do phone numbers sometimes to help you remember.  It's 1-800-SCAMMER.  I laugh because I think it's appropriate for a real estate agency phone number.  (I didn't realize til I woke up that it has the right amount of digits for a phone number.  I should call it lol.)

I walk around in the dark.  The grass is wet.  I see a toad jumping around.  Then more toads.  It's kind of yukky, walking in the wet grass, trying to avoid stepping on all the toads.  So I walk to the next house; also big, lights on inside, obviously occupied this time.  I squeeze in via the little glass windows on the side of the door.  I almost lose the dream.  Things are going dark, so I reach down and touch the floor.  Cold marble, good.  I don't instantly come back, so I continue to feel around.  I find a piece of paper and crumple it.  The feel and the sound of that bring me back to the dream.

I walk across the foyer and look into the house.  There is a big family here; older people and grown kids.   They look up in surprise at me.  I say, "Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean for you to see me."  The people in the older generation react badly to my presence, yelling at me and threatening me and telling me to go away.  But a couple of the younger ones tell me that it's OK.  They realize I am an entity from somewhere else. I tell them it's cold and dark and wet out there, and there are a lot of yukky toads; that's why I came in.  A man in the younger generation tell me that I am welcome.  A young woman sees my hesitation, and comes to me and hugs me and tells me it's OK, and says it must be awful out there, alone, in the dark.  I say, oh, it is, I don't want to go back out there!  I'm playing it up for them, a poor lost wandering soul, so they will want me to stay, lol.  I can tell the younger people are curious, and would like to communicate with a ghost, or whatever it is that they think I am.  

?  (Gap in recall, probably wake up with DEILD). I am wandering around the house.  It's dark now, and they family has gone to bed.  I think thoughts that I don't want to think.  I think about the dream I had before, and wonder if it really were possible for different entities from different dimensions to occupy the same space without being aware of it.  I begin to see shadowy figures, also moving around the house.  I look down a flight of stairs, and as I see one of them, it sees me as well.  It scares me.  The figure approaches.  I tell myself, OK, this is stupid, just don't think stupid things like that, just ignore them.  Even if they are here, and I think there is a possibility that they are, they can't hurt me.  I can just wake myself up if they try to do something to me.  But what if they have some kind of power, and can keep me here?  STOP IT!!  That's not possible!  I block all the thoughts, and ignore the entities.

I hear somebody talking in one of the bedrooms.  I find it and go in.  It's the girls' room.  A man is there, trying to wake up one of the girls.  I wonder why he is here.  It doesn't seem right.  He has a gun.  What should I do?!  I go to the other bed, where the woman  who welcomed me earlier is sleeping.  I think I'll wake her up so she can call for help.  Then I hear the man saying it's time for the girl to get up to go to training, they have to be there soon, and they are going to be late if she doesn't get moving.  I realize they are in the army reserves together, and he is picking her up for that.  He doesn't want to wake the rest of the people, but he doesn't want her to over sleep.  I am relieved that it's nothing bad.

OK, whose bed to get in...the cute guy who invited me in, or the equally cute girl who hugged me....?  Maybe some of both?  I feel like Frankenfurter, but less perverted, and without the costume, lol.


WILD

I wake from the last dream, and try to WILD back in.  I feel too awake.  I begin to visualize body movements, since I had got my arm out earlier.  I end up moving all dream-arms and legs as I lie there, twisting them all around, like I'm dancing in bed.  This is stupid!  Just get out.  I relax, and go back into a dream.

I'm in the city again, this time a shopping district, with some apartments.  A girl is walking two big rottweilers, and having trouble with them.  I approach her and say hi.  She is friendly, but her dogs keep biting me.  It's painful, but I realize it's shouldn't be, so I try to ignore it.

We walk and talk.  She has evidently been shopping, and she pulls a black cloth belt out of a bag.  She holds it up and asks me, "What do you think?"  I say I guess it's nice, and she realizes I don't understand, so she takes out the white outfit it goes with. Oh, she just made black-belt in karate!  Cool!  I congratulate her.

We sit down to talk.  I say, check out my martial art moves.  I begin to do kicks in which I jump way up high in the air, with a lot of hang-time.  I do the most impressive karate-type moves I can think of.  She is open-mouthed with amazement.  Then, to top it off, I tread-air (like treading water but in the air) in front of her.  She is beyond stunned now.  She says, "You're so beautiful!"  I laugh, both flattered and thinking how silly it is to be flattered by my own mind.  But what the heck, if that's what SC wants, it's fine with me.  I swim thru the air to her.

*Delayed Recall:  This came back to me later, then I forgot to write it down.  When I first got there, before I flew, I saw the moon, huge, on the horizon.  I just knew I was going to get there.  But I lost it, then got trapped in the clouds.  I really thought I was going to get there this time.  :(

Hey! I backed into a guy's car with my truck in dream last night. Wonder if we were dreaming in the same neighborhood.

I'm gonna watch out for you on the ethereal roads lol

I can only really remember a small amount of this fragment from last night as I was too lazy to write it this morning before work.

[F]
I am at a nice house that belongs to a guy I used to know in high school.  I was never really friends with this guy and always thought he was a jerk even though he was friends with some of my friends.  I was there to buy marijuana from him, I haven't smoked the stuff in almost a decade but whatever brain.  He gives me some green veggie looking things trying to pass it off as marijuana.  I look at it and nibble it a bit and it turns out to be steamed broccoli.  I tell him this isn't marijuana its broccoli.  He snatches it back and I lose recollection of anything else.

[Post-apocalyptic Fragments]

I tried the gm and rhodiola at bedtime/caffeine and ginseng at WBTB, but it was too late, after 4:00, and I couldn't get back to sleep.  I felt vibes, so I'm sure if I had, I would have gotten lucid.  Long, complicated dreams all night, but unfortunately, no lucidity and not much recall.

Post-apocalyptic Fragments

Days on end of running and hiding and fighting.  I shoot three people successfully. I keep very steady, don't shoot wildly or too soon or more than necessary, and aim well.  I am happy about this.

An old black man, preaching crazy stuff, sitting on a chair in the middle of a street.  He has a large-caliber pistol in one hand, resting on his knee, and makes big gestures with the other hand.  Junk is piled around him.  A broken vacuum cleaner is between his feet.  I can see that he is distracted by the vacuum cleaner, and finally he gives it up, puts down his gun, and starts fixing it, muttering to himself.  I continue to crouch and watch him, wondering if he'll start preaching again.


A Rare Dream With An Ending

Long days of traveling and trouble.  We stop, exhausted and hungry.  I look in my back-pack and find several giant sub sandwiches!  I break them up and divide them between us.  There is more than enough.  I look again, and find big bags of chips, which I pour out into peoples' hands.  At the end of the meal, I realize I have eaten a carrot down to the end, and I walk around, looking for a place to throw it away.  I see people burying objects and chanting, in the midst of some ritual.  I want to toss the carrot-top in one of the holes, but I think I'll insult the people if I do that.  Finally, I realize what a stupid thing this is to worry about, and just drop it and walk away. (I wake up, feeling like I "finished" a dream, which doesn't happen very often.)

[F]
I am walking down a street near my parents house.  I am heading down hill as I notice a blue suburban just like my parents old one coming in the opposite direction.  The suburban rolls through the stop sign ahead of me and is going up the hill on the wrong side of the road.  I think to myself this can't end well hes gonna hit somebody.  As he reaches the top of the hill a yellow volkswagen beetle crests the hill and narrowly misses him.  The suburban gets over the hill and out of site and I hear a loud crash.  I head to the top of the hill and notice the suburban had hit another car at the intersection at the top of the hill.  The man who was driving the suburban was already out and rambling to the crowd of people that was gathering.  He was obviously drunk and trying to say it wasn't his fault.  For some reason I have a beer in my hand when I didn't earlier but it doesn't register that it came out of nowhere.  I walked over and explained I saw him driving on the wrong side of the road and that he is at fault.  As I am explaining what I had seen the man keeps staggering towards me with a drunk grin trying to grab my beer from me.  I just keep explaining what I saw as I back away from him periodically.

[F]
I am sitting on a couch with a girl from my communications class. We are eating a meal and she has a big box of french fries.  She asks me to pass the ketchup and I find what looks like a small chip bag opened but filled with ketchup.  I go to pour some of it out on a plate but the liquids in it had separated and only watery liquid poured out.  She laughs and I shake the ketchup bag trying to mix it back up.

[Monday, April 29, 2013]

Going through a dry period again, hopefully it will pass soon.

Monday, April 29, 2013 [no recall]

Tuesday, April 30, 2013 [fragments... something about Eriq and a dark room?]

Wednesday, May 01, 2013 [fragment...

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wet dream about a girl...

old Florida house, looking for roaches but there weren’t any... eerie, empty, outside sky...]

Thursday, May 02, 2013 [fragments... Minecraft, multiple layers, running away...]

Friday, May 03, 2013 [fragments... Mike and I playing a game where we chased each other...]

Saturday, May 04, 2013 [fragments... I was listening to a song and showing off my dance moves... something about a girl and a field... I was an animal, eating cherries, very realistic...]

Sunday, May 05, 2013 [no recall]

[Triangle Work]

Triangle Work

(Abstract dream where I was busy doing something where counts were determined using a trigonometric equation.)

[Eating and Lying on a Couch with a Dead Guy]

I took a small dose of gm, alpha-gpc, and rhodiola at bedtime.  I thought I should probably wait for WBTB, but I was afraid I would be too tired and not get up and do it.  I woke up at 3:00 conscious enough to think about it, and took a guarana and a ginseng.  I got some really good vibrations, and had several lucids after that (and slept til 8:30!)


Eating and Lying on a Couch with a Dead Guy

I'm eating at a restaurant, in a corner booth, with a man.  I seem to be interviewing him, or counseling him; something like that, because I'm asking him a lot of personal questions. I realize it's a dream.  The man's face comes out of the shadows.  I hadn't really been focusing on his face somehow before, so it's just then that I see who it is.  Or who it isn't, more so; I was expecting one of my regulars, but it's a man I don't know. In any case, I like him, and we continue to talk.

I thought it was a restaurant, because of the booth, but it's not.  There is nobody else here.  I ask him if he wants to lie down.  We get up and go to a couch, and I lie down on it.  He lies down on the floor next to it.  I tell him that's not what I had in mind; does he want to lie on the couch with me?  He does.  He gets on and lies facing me, me on the inside with my back to the back of the couch.  It's not very comfortable, so we rearrange, him taking my place, and me lying with my back towards him, with his arm around me.  Much better.

I tell him that this is a dream, so I'm not really here.  Does he know that?  Yes, he says, I suppose you're not.  He says that he is not really there either.  I ask, are you dreaming too?  He says, no, I'm dead.  I feel like this should freak me out, but it doesn't.  It's still very comfortable, and we keep talking.  (Tom moves and wakes me up! )


Weird Hospital with Escher Stairs

I'm standing in an enormous room, the biggest room I've ever seen.  It's hundred of feet wide and long, with ceilings at least a hundred feet tall.  People are walking around.  There are quite a few, but since the room is so big, it's not crowded at all.

I feel unstable, so I bend down and put my hands on the floor.  It's cold, hard marble tiles.  Good, very stable.  I feel better, so I take off running, but instead of standing up to do it, I just do it from the position I'm in, running like a bear, with my hands and feet on the ground.  It's fun, for some reason. I think that I run a lot like this in dreams.  (But I don't really know if I do now!)

I run and look around.  I see a laboratory with my name on it as the medical director.  Weird.  I don't recognize this place at all.  I think, I must have an office, so I look for a door that would be the door to my office.  I wander around, but can't find it.  

I see some stairs, and go up.  The stairs are completely featureless and white, and everything is rounded, with no sharp edges.  It's very bright.  I think I have left the hospital behind.  At one point, I realize I am now going downstairs!  How did it switch?  I want to figure these stairs out.  I think they are like Escher stairs.  I turn around and go the other way, trying to figure out where they switch, but I can't.


TEOTWAWKI

I'm in a room with a big window, with the curtains drawn.  I pull them aside.  The window has a big screen instead of glass.  Hmm, not sure if that will be easier or harder to go thru.  I dive to find out.  The screen stretches, then breaks around me.  I land on the ground, and pick off the streamers of broken screen that are hanging on me.

The neighborhood is similar to Dog Town in St. Louis, which is not the greatest neighborhood IRL, but now, it really seems to have deteriorated.  I hear explosions, and see flames and billows of smoke.  

I walk further.  People are running around and looting.  I go into mall-like place, with all the store windows broken, and stuff all gone.  In one area, there is a row of beds.  They appear to be for rent for whatever you would use a bed for--some people are sleeping, some are having sex, some have injured people being taken care of, etc.  I figure that's just what it is; a bed-rental place, since safe placed for that stuff are obviously in short supply now.

I walk out of the mall.  I realize I am now carrying a large, pointed, serrated knife, like a giant steak knife, in one hand, and one of those things with a handle and a claw-grabber on a long stick that people use to get things off shelves that are too high.  Interesting choice by my SC, I think, and wonder why those two things.

I watch the chaos around me.  I look up at the sky.  The clouds are gray and black and roiling around.  I see strange patterns, cloud-hands reaching down towards the earth, violent gestures.  It would be terrifying if I didn't know it was a dream, but as it is, it's just incredibly fascinating.  A loud speaker begins blasting the Journey song, "Don't Stop Believing".  I hate Journey with a passion!  Oh well, what can you do?  I start singing along, as loud as I can, running and throwing my arms up to the sky.

Somebody is talking to me.  It's a man, telling me I shouldn't be out here like this, out in the open, and he says I shouldn't be carrying that knife and grabber-thing.  "Molon labe!", I say, and prepare to defend myself.  I'm not sure how I will fight with a knife and claw-hand, but I try to think of something to do.  I wish my SC had chosen a gun instead.

I turn to look at him.  It's my dead friend, from the restaurant!  Good, we can continue our conversation.  We link arms and walk and talk.  I say, let's find a room somewhere, and he agrees.  (Tom moves and wakes me up again! )  


Fragment

I'm watching the city burn from up high somewhere, and I tell a woman who is with me what happened before, in the previous dreams.

[Photos, Tree, Treasure]

Yeah. I agree that dreams have uses like helping us to overcome things. If I overcame one of my biggest fears I'd bring it up as often as possible too.  I hope that that calmness is growing in me and will become something useful some day.

Nice to think self control might be something I am getting more of a handle on too. Feels that way. I don't over react negatively like I used to. It's kind of nice to be able to realize that most of the problems I thought I had aren't actually mine, they belong to other people who used to manipulate me into action by pissing me off.

Merry May the 4th!
 

No geeky dreams to report this day.

Photos, Tree, Treasure
I'm taking photos in rapidly changing weather. When the odd surges of weather stop I see a rainbow leading to a large barren tree. I try to photograph the rainbow and tree but the rainbow doesn't show up in the viewfinder of my cam. I go to the tree but when I arrive where it was, the tree is gone. Instead there is a hole in the grass. A girl digs around inside of it. Oddly, I find my camera there. I scoop it up. Grass is growing out if it in places. I pull the grass out. I also notice a jar full of old coins. I tell the girl to take it. It's probably worth more than its dollar value now. She tells me she will leave it there for later. She finds artifacts, a piece of wood with inscriptions on it and some little ring shaped rocks with similar inscriptions on them.

Baby Booth
I'm at a carnival where little live babies are hanging from the walls like prizes in a game booth. The game? You have to match the tone of your voice to the tone of a voice on a computer. People are trying to win babies but they can't match the tones. I ask the guy where he got all these babies from. He tells me they are manufacture specifically for this game in a place called artslowvia?

Dark Girl & Robin Williams
I am  hanging out with Robin Williams's daughter. She is very depressed. I listen to her as we walk. I then I try to cheer her up. I then spout off odd sentences just to see how she will respond. She is still depressed. Robin Williams comes and acts extremely ridiculous, attempting to make his daughter laugh. He can't. They leave. I go the opposite direction. I see a picture of The Girl on a wall. It is a very under exposed picture. I think this is the reason why she is sad. Too much dark. I wave my hand over the image and most of the darkness in the photo is gone. I can see her face now. I know that she'll be happier.

Frag: at grams