[02/02/12: Food Poison]

02/07/12

Note:  I haven't posted dreams for quite a few days due to the fact I have been sick.  I started out last Thursday by tossing my cookies and I haven't felt good since.  So some of these dreams are fragments from when I was sick which means they might make even less sense than they often do… which is saying something!  It seems that when I am sick to my stomach I start dreaming about food… which makes things worse!  >.<  I hope to get back to posting dreams regularly now.

02/02/12: Food Poison
I am in a game of Oblivion, looking around for stuff to steal, specifically I am looking for food and potion ingredients to steal since once I make a potion out of them they will no longer be flagged as stolen.  So I steal a bunch of ingredients, make a bunch of potions, and sell them.  In Cyrodiil, crime DOES pay!  So I pick up some ingredients from a house I just broke into, I decide to eat a couple of them since that will also boost my alchemy experience level… I'm not sure of the reasoning behind that one…  I eat some bread, cheese, and lettuce.  I steal more food and leave.  I eat a sweet cake for dessert and wash it down with an ale.  I am heading for another place to get more ingredients when I start feeling yucky.  Sick, like I might puke.  This feeling wakes me up, but I am able to ignore it and I fall back asleep right away.

Back in Cyrodiil, I am still stealing food, and I am still feeling sick.  I wonder if somehow the stolen food is tainted.  I wonder if the fact the food is flagged as stolen makes it tainted somehow… eating stolen food will make me sick while eating the same food not stolen won't make me sick.  That idea seems absurd, but to counter the sick feeling I go into a shop and buy some food and eat it.  That only makes me feel worse… and I wake up again… this time I get up and toss my cookies.

02/03/12: My Ex-Boyfriend Wants to Eat WHAT???
I am playing Oblivion on my laptop computer, and I realize my ex boyfriend is in the room with me.  He is watching me play Oblivion, and I am collecting ingredients for potions.  I collect a piece of mudcrab meat from a dead mudcrab.  James says that looks like it would taste good with chocolate syrup.  Yuck… I collect some more ingredients and James now says he wants to eat venison with chocolate syrup.  Yuck again.  I tell him that sounds gross.  He says not if you put it in a blender and mix it up with some eggplant and the crab meat and maybe a bit of split pea soup… he is starting to gross me out.  Just listening to him makes me feel nauseous.  He says if I throw up he wants to keep it… nothing mixes ingredients together better than a human stomach.  Now I think I am definitely going to puke… I wake feeling ill, but fortunately I don't toss my cookies this time.


02/04/12: Keep Eating, Pig!
I am sitting at a dinner table that is piled high with everything yummy I can think of, so many sweets I can't count it all.  All of it is stuff I really shouldn't eat on my diet.  Chocolate cake, ice cream, pies, more cakes, candy… so much of it!  I think I want to cheat on my diet a bit, so I eat a cupcake.  There is a voice speaking to me that I can't locate the source of.  The voice tells me to eat all I want, these sweets are calorie free!  Yay!  So I eat a piece of chocolate cake and a piece of lemon meringue pie.  I am now quite pleasantly full.  I get up to leave the table, but some force pushes me back in the chair and says I'm not done yet.  Eat everything!  Um… that is way too much for me to eat at one time.  I tell the voice that.  It keeps saying to eat.  I finally eat a bit more, but that makes me feel sick.  I say if I eat more I'll puke.  The voice says good, go ahead and puke!  I wake up feeling sick, but I don't toss my cookies.


02/05/12: No Dreams
Note: Today was one of the first days my stomach was feeling better, so I was able to sleep through the whole night… it must have been a deep sleep, as I didn't remember having a single dream.

02/06/12: Weave Spell
I am in a concert hall, and I am wandering through the place just exploring.  I see there is a band I don't recognize playing there, but I do recognize the lead singer.  It is Bret Michaels from the band Poison.  I am surprised to see him there when I don't recognize the group.  I discover, and this doesn't seem odd to me, that I can step sideways and move through dimensions, just slide from one to the next.  I do that and the band changes.  Bret Michaels seems to slide, too.  He appears and keeps singing.  Is he also a traveler?  I side step through several more worlds, and he follows.  I go outside of the concert hall and I find there are trees around, and it is night.  I don't see Bret Michaels now.  I hear someone approaching.  Just a bit too late I get the feeling I don't want to be seen.  An old man and an old woman emerge from the trees with a shotgun.  The man points the shotgun at me.  I grab it by the barrels… it's a double barrel… and I bend the gun like it's made of paper.  I hear some strange chants coming from the trees, from all around.  "Weave spell, inerevum sancotatum, weave spell," it says over and over.  The gun is changing forms in my hand, responding to that chant.  It is trying to reform around my hand and aim at me again.  I block that effect, but I seem to be in a contest of wills with the unseen spell caster.  I am still doing that when Bret Michaels comes out of the concert building and plays guitar for a bit… which causes the elderly couple to retreat into the trees.


02/07/12: Unconscious Theft
I am at school, though it isn't one of the classes I am taking in waking life.  I am taking notes in a notebook, writing down as fast as I can to keep up with the instructor.  When the class ends I get up to go get something to eat.  I head down to the cafeteria and buy a burger, fries, and a drink.  I am sitting at the table eating when someone from my class comes over and is pissed off.  I wonder why.  I then see that I have their backpack and purse sitting beside me.  I don't even remember picking that stuff up… when did I do that?  She wants to know why I have her stuff, which is a logical thing to wonder.  I am thinking that if I tell her I have no clue, and I don't remember picking it up, that will sound like a lie… so I tell a lie.  I say she left it behind, and I was holding on to it for her so no one else would steal it.  I add that if I hadn't run into her again I would have taken it to lost and found.  She doesn't seem to believe me.  She says she left it in the classroom because we have another class there later today, I know that!  Now give the stuff back!  She takes the stuff and leaves in a huff.  I realize I do have to go to the class again today, but I don't really want to go to class with that person who clearly thinks I stole her stuff intending to keep it.  And the fact is I have no idea why I stole her stuff, I don't even remember doing it.  So I am considering ditching today.

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Preparation:
I had two glasses of water like usual. Went to bed at 10.30 PM. Did a little bit of Naiya's affirmation. Went on to autosuggest that I will be aware of my awakenings and remember my dream (Feist's suggestion)(which is quite hard to say but I got used to it). Also visualized that I am on top of a building dressed like Neo (I think that's his name the guy from Matrix). I then fly off it feeling the air and acceleration on my body. I also combine the lucid basic task LW and DV's basic task of the month by visualizing a lighting storm while I manipulate lighting flashes by using them to distroy objects on the ground. But all of these are my visualizations.

First awakening: 3 AM No dreams recalled. Went to the bathroom and back to bed.

Second awakening: 5 AM Dream fragment recalled but too gross to be posted here and quite short as well.

Third awakening: 7.40 ish by the alarms. I had a dream but it slipped from my mind. Too much noise from the alarms.

So I guess it kind of worked Feist combined with the drinking.

[Ten-Foot Pole]

(I woke up a million times, but hardly remember anything.  )

Ten-Foot Pole

There are some mutant ugly puppy-like creatures which have been eating and rolling in some kind of disgusting green slop.  They are playfully running towards me.  Luckily I have a "ten-foot pole" which is a long stick with like a U-shaped thing on the end, used to ward off anything you don't want to come near you.  This comes in very handy for the disgusting puppies.  I'm a little confused, thinking about the phrase "wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole", when it seems to a useful thing to do.

[Too Much Lileks Before Bed]

Too Much Lileks Before Bed

I'm in the computer, but it's real.  I run into James Lileks, and he tells me that he is really annoyed by me, always coming to his website and looking at all his stuff.  I apologize, saying that I didn't mean to bother him.  We make up by having sex on some stairs and other places, for quite a long time.


Frozen Heads Fragment

A man is using large tongs to take frozen human heads out of a steaming barrel.  He transfers them to an up-right freezer, lining them up on the shelves.
 

The Bad People (long movie-dream ~ 25%)

There is a large extended family group of criminals.  They are the meanest, most low-down group of people you could ever run into.  They travel around doing bad things.   They end up hiding out in a swampy, wooded area.  There is individual focus on a lot of the members or couples, telling their stories, each time highlighting what no-good, riff-raff they all are, and showing conflicts within the group.

They run into an old man in the swamp, who begins to hang out with them.  He was a criminal too, but went to jail and spent a lot of time there, and when he got out he just wanted to live alone in the swamp.  There is a flash-back to when he was 89 years old and just got out of prison--he's still really big from working out a lot in prison, and still really mean.  He takes his shirt off and dives into the water to find a snapping turtle or an alligator, that's how mean.  But now many more years have passed, and he is not that way anymore; he's just old and glad to have some company in the swamp.

The group is plotting a crime which involves blowing up a team of exhibition sky-divers as a distraction.  They have a video of how it will look, and it's horrible--skydivers doing their tricks, holding hands in various configurations, then suddenly bursting into flames and plummeting to the earth.  This plot involves sacrificing one of their own, a young woman, and the old man.  They shave the backs of their heads to put something there that will detonate and cause the explosions to blow up the sky-divers.  The old man realizes what's going on, but just accepts it as his fate.  It's unclear if the woman realizes and if she is just going along with it, will try to escape later, or if she really doesn't know, or what.


MB's Rotten Floor 80%

I'm at MB from work's house (not IRL).  He is complaining that his floor-boards are rotting again, and telling me that I didn't replace them right the first time, and must have left some rotten wood which spread again.  I pretend not to know what he is talking about, but I vaguely remember doing that.  I'm sort of teasing him, saying he can't prove it, anybody could have done it.  TR is in the background, watching the exchange.  He had helped work on the floor-boards before too, and I think he screwed it up too.  MB shows me a rotten area--and it is signed by me--I carved my name into it, proving that I did it!  What do you know, dammit, I guess he can prove it.  I evaluate the situation.  The boards are huge, much bigger than normal floor boards.  I say we'll just have to tear them out again, past the point where we can see that they are rotten, to do it right.  Then some of the boards are missing and I can see into the basement.


Repulsive Hands Fragment (Hard to describe)

I'm watching something talk.  At first I think it is an incredibly ugly, deformed, tiny person, but then I see it is somebody using their hands as like a puppet to talk.  It's fascinating in its hideousness, it's got mouths and teeth inside of other mouths, all moving separately, it's like a monster or an alien, and I can't even imagine how somebody could make all that incredible disgustingness with just their hands.


Fast Car and Blood Fragment

I'm buying a sports car?  Somehow we get a lot of blood in the car, and go to the gas station bathroom to clean it up, making a mess in there too.


The Birds and Our Families 90%

Tom and I are walking in a rural area.  I see two birds, almost as big as turkeys.  They fly from the ground into tree branches as we approach.  Both are blue with orange beaks, but one is fancier with black and white feathers on its wings and tail, the male, I figure.  I show them to Tom, asking him what the heck are those weird birds?  He says, aren't those just jays?    No, stupid.

We get to the house.  It's his parents house (not IRL).  We go inside.  I go to hug his Mom and Dad, but they don't seem happy.  Then I see why.  My family is there too.  My brother is sitting in a chair, looking mean and sullen.  My cousin E is being obnoxious, telling a story in a loud voice; evidently he's been hired as an EMT and he is laughing about his incompetence.  My cousin P is jabbering incoherently to anyone who will stand still.  I feel sorry for Tom's Mom and Dad, and wonder how our two families ended up being together.  Not a good idea, I think.


O and Alex

I'm in the computer, but it's real.  I'm driving a fast car on a twisty, two-lane, mountain road.  I'm driving dangerously, passing other people.  I see Oneironaut and Alex driving other cars.   A while later I see on that they are trying to IM me, but I didn't notice for a while.  I try to open their messages, but it doesn't work.  There's something wrong with my stupid computer.  I can't fix it.  I feel bad that they think that I ignored their messages.

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I went to bed incredibly early last night (9:15ish), woke up and flailed my arms around and tried to think about LDing at 3:15, woke up at 5:30.
The two dreams that I had are easily the weirdest/most gross dreams I've ever had, so don't read if you've got a weak stomach. 

I don't know where I am, but I am not really aware that, and there aren't any DCs in the dream. There is a bump/blemish/zit-thing on my chest below the collarbone, and I try to scratch it off. White stuff comes out of the hole and I get really grossed out, but then I realize that it's cotton stuffing, so I pull it out. (I think I only remember being mildly surprised at this, but nothing else.) I can see into the hole, but it's hollow. I hold my chest in my hands out in front of me and flip it over, dumping out the trash inside.

I am in a long hallway, almost like a train. The floor is a soft dark blue carpet. Like in RL, I am sick with a cold and realize that I need to blow my nose; however, a lot of my friends are around and I don't have a tissue. So I try to be all cavalier and just itch the inside and blood starts spurting all over my hands and on the floor. (Like someone turned on and off the faucet, not a continuous thing). One of my friends helps me around the hall while I ask my friends if anyone has a dollar for water, and I tell them that it's because my wisdom teeth stitches have popped (doesn't make sense, I got them out months ago). No one has any change, but I find a random purse on a bench and start digging through. There's 85 cents, and I was frustrated, because I had also asked for any change. I peer though a glass window behind the bench and see my friends L and J laughing about something.

...weiiiirdddd!