The following dreams were aided by caffeine overdose. I currently consume caffeine semi-regularly, not everyday. I haven't been getting headaches on days without. Yesterday, I had somewhat more than usual: Half a caffeine pill, a double shot, and a coffee spread out between 9am and 4pm. This morning when AB got up for work, he woke me and gave me a 200mg caffeine pill. It must be more than I'm used to because I woke up jittery.
Let's Go to the North Pole
I find myself in a dream in my room. I fly through a closed window and dive into the cement, expecting there to be a puddle there . . . and I slice through water in the open ocean, endless deep blue below and all around. I turn up toward the surface and the light, expecting to see floating ice, and bits of it are there. So I swim up though the frigid waters toward that surface. Once there, everything is white haze and I'm sure that I'm gonna wake and loose the dream.
But I concentrate on being a wolverine running with four legs in the snow, and a tunnel of vision of snow and sky forms ahead of me. A voice asks me, "Wolverines have small paws?" "No, they're large," I answer. And I imagine my paws being large each time the contact the snow, with long, curving claws and dense, dark, soft fur. "And they have short legs?" says the voice. "Yes they do," I say. And I feel those short legs moving with each bound, my snout in front, just a couple feet above the snow. I'm following the trail of another wolverine. I put my paws exactly where the prints are, copying the movements. But now I feel that I have this down and wish that I didn't feel compelled to follow this trail.
Are You Addicted to Lucid Dreams?
The best way to determine if if MM members are addicted to lucid dreams or addicted to lucid dream research is to test them in a dream. If they're taking the antibiotic, that means that they're addicted to lucid dreams. If they're taking the other substance, this indicates that they are addicted to research. We're all on a jumbo jet together (over the vast frozenness that is Greenland?), most of the MM community seems to be there. Luminous and Naiya are helping me test people individually. We're taking blood samples and will have to wait for the results. But I find that I can already deduce who is what. Luminous and Naiya are helping with the testing, so they're addicted to lucid dream research. Most of the boys are impatient to get back to their dreams; obviously addicted to lucid dreaming.
North Pole Continuation
I really spend a lotta time exploring the frozen north:
There are all kinds of animals there. Things that I didn't know existed, or not anymore. They all seem to be carnivorous, killing each other for food. Someone is showing me (the voice from before?) all the violent confrontations, guiding my path from one killing scene to another. Blood, brain, bits of skull in the snow. I don't want to see so much of this; it will give me bad dreams! I see a giant furry creature similar to a giant sloth pin down a bear and start eating its belly while it struggles. Then the voice tells me that a tan creature, a third a bear's size can kill a bear. And now upon a different scene, I see this creature pounce on a huge bear, clawing and biting at its face and neck as the bear thrashes around, struggling to defend itself. Pretty soon the tan creature is eating its kill. I say, "But wolverines can bring down a bear too." I refuse to let the voice scare me. "Poor bears," I think, "everyone eats them."
There are different tribes in this bleak landscape as well. Different human factions and chimpanzees. The chimps form giant hunting parties that race over large territories. The apes wear clothes out of necessity in the cold, something they learned from their human keepers when they were first transplanted here. When humans were first exploring the north, they brought the chimps. Then lost control of them, and they went wild, seemingly more intelligent than possible. I see a gang of them pass by, watch their eyes flicker on me, and I'm not sure I'm off the menu.
The humans who live here are a rough people. They remind me of the men of war-torn fantasy tales. They wear leathers and furs, have dirty, unkempt beards with yellowing, crooked teeth, and wield large axes with gleaming edges. In their camp, they are friendly toward me. They and the other humans, such as the midgets, have littered the landscape with elaborate hunting traps. Tripping a wire or stepping on a small metal disc will cause a metal-tipped spear to come flying, a net to be thrown, a log the size of a tree trunk to come flying with force, followed by another log from a perpendicular direction.
Men thought that midgets would be useful in exploring the north, so they recruited a number of them and they never left. I am in the camp of their descendants. The dwarfs also accept the half-lings in their camp. They look like midgeted humans with down syndrome and are less intelligent than the chimpanzees. But they can be taught simple tasks which they faithfully perform, such a cooking. They are the descendants of dwarf-chimp hybrids. I'm speaking to one of the dwarfs. He has very little hair, but what little is left on his scalp is blond and buzz-cut. He has pock marks that extend from his checks to half of his scalp, facial piercings, and tattoos. With a gap-toothed, but cunning smile, he's telling me how lonely and hard these frozen wastes were for his ancestors. Maybe if he had been alive during that time generations ago, he would have fucked a chimp too. Maybe. He explains thoughtfully that he doesn't know and can't say because he wasn't alive back then. I'm looking up at him, so maybe I'm still a wolverine.
