Yea, night swimming, you have to be a little buzzed.
Heh. "A little buzzed" doesn't even come close to describing our time out there. LOL.
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(Catching up...more to come)
02/15/2009(I was completely hammered, when I went to sleep, so all I remember are brief clips of a bunch of different dreams. I had a fairly long lucid, but even that is not much more than a few fragments thrown in the mix together.)Dream One:
"Mirror-land"I spent a long time hanging out with a bunch of different people, inside a large house which had an observatory up on the roof. We were taking turns looking through the telescope, but instead of stars, all we were seeing was a mass of millions of 1's and 0's. The guy who was operating it told me that that's the default view, but there is one more mode. He switched on the other mode and all the 1's and 0's turned into 3D models of stars, which really just appeared as dots. There were clouds of space gas that showed up as large, bubble-like formations. It was a lot like looking at a model in Blender 3D, in workspace mode.
Later, walking through the house, I'd begun to suspect that I was dreaming. I wasn't quite sure of it yet, because things felt really solid, but I definitely had that nagging suspicion. I pointed my palm out in front of me and tried to move a dresser drawer with my mind. It didn't budge an inch, and I began to doubt myself, but I thought I'd give it another try, and I held out both hands as if guiding the dressed toward me. I hardly even saw it move, but I heard a heavy wooden squeak on the floor. A bit surprised at this, I tried again, and the dresser moved much more easily.
I knew, then, that I was dreaming.
I walked over to a tall, standing mirror and decided to try walking into it. First I stuck my head inside, and it bent inward as if I was pressing my head against a pane of plastic. I then put my hands up and walked forward, trying to “break through.” It kept the same sensation, though, as if I was trying to walk through a tall, anchored sheet of plastic. A good ways inside of this “bubble” of mirror, I wondered what it would be like if I wrapped myself in it completely, so I turned to the left and sort of “walked around” the wooden beam on the left side of the mirror, completely cocooning myself in the reflective material. Soon, the material seemed to kind of “dissolve,” to where I could see through it, and I was then standing inside the same room.except everything was the opposite of what I'd remembered. The chair was on the opposite side, as was the bed, etc. I went for a walk around this “mirror world” for a while and everything had a sort of supernatural feel to it. I walked into one room where there was a huge sculpture of some kind of severed head, gore and all. It quickly began to freak me out, so I visualized it as being something else, and it turned into a cartoon-looking clown head with balloons all around it, which I found much less threatening.Don't really remember anything else.
Dream (Frag) Two:I was a little kid, playing in the mud with another. There was a teenage girl watching over us. We were jumping off of a fallen log, and I noticed that I was slowly drifting down toward the mud, instead of falling. It was as if I was only slightly heavier than air. I tried to tell the girl who was watching us, but she seemed completely unimpressed, and said that she could fall that slow if she wanted. I kept trying to make her realize that this wasn't normal, and began trying to manipulate how slow I fell. After a bit of practice, I became so light that I would fall for a little bit, and then actually begin to
ascend in the opposite direction, levitating upward. She didn't really say anything about it, as if trying to maintain her cool, but I could tell by the look her face that she was secretly shocked
Dream Three:
"Melting the Ice"I was working somewhere with Jen O
(who I used to work with, but it was a different job, in the dream). Somehow, I got the idea to try to affect things with my mind
(residual assertion to reality check?) while I was getting lunch. I took a frozen pack of hotdogs out of the freezer and the first thing I decided to try was to thaw it, focusing on it with my eyes. Slowly, the hotdogs began to thaw, water running down the back of my hand. Surprised, I took a piece of ice out of the freezer and went to show Jen what I could do. Making it melt in front of her, she seemed unimpressed, and said that it was just because it was really hot in the office – which it wasn't. Then, to prove my ability, I went back and got
two pieces of ice, returning to Jen and making one piece melt while I kept the other one cold and solid. She was a bit impressed that time and thought it was really cool that I could do that.
Later, I was outside getting some Doritoes from the vender. I don't remember too much of this part, but there was a bum out there who asked me for some of my chips, and I gave him some. Later still, I had to take my dad's truck out of town and pick up his Grand Prix, which was getting fixed up, leaving the truck there to bring back the car. The GP looked great, had some awesome rims and tires on it, and a brand new interior.
Dream (Frag) Four:I was watching as a disembodied perspective as some guy slid through this underground tunnel with water running through it. He came to an opening at the end, with a branch running across the top. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed the branch just before flying out of the opening. Down below, the water continued to drop for what seemed like hundreds of feet, dumping into a lake at the base of the waterfall. Seconds later, I was actually
inside the scene, standing at the opening of the tunnel, next to the hanging guy, and looking down at the lake far below. Even though the guy was still in grave danger, hanging the way that he was, we both kind of marveled at the scenery, and how far down the lake was. I wished I'd had a camera for the view. Somehow, I went to a store to pick one up, and was suddenly right back beside the guy who was hanging on for dear life, taking pictures of the scenery. LOL.
02/16/2009
Dream (Frag) One:I was in someone's house who had some weird security robot thing. It would go crazy every time it saw me and would start shooting these darts at me like a machine gun. I kept having to duck and dodge all through the hallway.
Dream (Frag) Two:I was at someone's house, having a dance contest against some other guys, in front of a bunch of girls. I was doing ok, but wasn't really happy with my performance.
02/17/2009
"Cannonball Run"I was experiencing the
Cannonball Run with my dad. We were watching the racers – movie stars and all – except they were on an actual track, instead of just running cross-country. There was a motorcyclist in it, too. There was no penalty for going off the track, so they were cutting as many corners as possible, driving through the grass and everything. There was one guy using a bowling ball as a weapon. He would throw it out his window, and it would moving along the track like the turtle shells in
Mario Kart.
Later, dad and I were on the side of the road, smoking a joint, taking a break from watching the race. We began to make our way back home – I was driving – and when we got on the highway, the road started doing these vertical U-turns that you see on those little plastic racetracks, where goes straight up a wall, makes a U-turn, and comes back down to the ground, leveling out. I had to navigate these turns and, at one point, we flew off of the turn at its apex, flying through the air and crashing down to the street. The fall was a good 50 feet, and we landed head-on, but there was no pain. Sometime later, we showed up at a rest stop. My mom was there. I had my guitar and a few other guys at the stop happened to have theirs. One of them started to play and sing “Simple Man” by Skynyrd, and I was about to play with him, but he stopped just as I was trying to find what key he was in.
02/18/2009
Dream (Frag) One:I was with Sam and Dean Winchester - from the show
Supernatural -, and some other kid. We were in army barracks and had a machine-gun that shot salt rounds. Late at night, in the middle of conversation, a chill came through, and we began breathing visible condensation. An army of dead soldiers began showing up, that we had to battle, and the machine-gun jammed and couldn't shoot the salt rounds. So we basically spent the dream trying to run from the ghosts.
Dream (Frag) Two:I was in a mall, and there was a
massive dance battle
(kind of like the Improv Anywhere performances, but just different people coming out to battle each other. I was doing all kinds of awesome acrobatics with my dancing, doing b-twists and flips over people and handstands and whatnot. Outside, there was this one asshole guy and his girl who did something really fucked up. Can't remember what it was, though. They left for a moment, but then came back to start more trouble. The kid from the previous dream came onto the scene dressed as a cop. He kept the crowd of onlookers back and gave me room to kick the trouble-maker's ass.
Dream (Frag) Three:
I was with Rob and crew. We were about to fire up the grill, and I was gonna cook, but I remembered that I had to go home and finish my final project for my Design class.
