Coaxing Life/ Terrarium Terror

I was at work, and there was a sort of lazy susan pot on a table. In the pot was a dead tree. I started to spin the lazy susan and talk to the tree in a soothing voice. As I spun, the tree started to branch and grow leafy. It was like a little elm bonsai. I was very happy about this, and congratulated the tree on what it had done. I think I started singing to it, and the tree sort of responded.

I was on the floor at my job, and one of my coworkers (T) gave me a terrarium that he was very proud of. It was wobbly and had a bunch of precariously balanced rocks and air plants on it. I tried to keep it upright, but it tipped over and everything fell apart. I tried to put it back together, but it didn't seem to fit. I was afraid of what T would say when he found out - panicked I think.

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This dream was very simple, but tactile at the same time. For instance, I can vividly remember the new green leaves on the tiny tree as it spun around. And I remember the floors, and the white bowl of the terrarium. 

Currents

I was in a poor country - but I was on a high building? I feel like I could sort of zoom in around me, but at the same time I was above everything.  There was a man with a large brown bull by a dirty river bank. It reminded me a little of Egypt or Thailand. I think Mom was there too. We were talking to a man, when all of a sudden a great wall of water crashed into the building we stood in. The building was now made of glass and metal, and we were inside. The man laughed and said the building could handle a little water. Then the water smashed through the glass and ripped towards us. I reached out for my Mom, but the current was so fast is slammed me back. I screamed, and yelled that I would find her when it all stopped.

The water was so powerful, I couldn't steer myself. I tried to swim, because I knew I was a good swimmer, but the current was too strong. I was careening through the streets of a town, and the water was on level with the rooftops. I was slammed into walls and couldn't control my direction. I remember reflecting in that moment that this is what it felt like to be in an undertow, and I calmed down once I realized that I couldn't do anything other than brace myself as best I could.


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I was back on my college campus, sort of. It was night and very cold - the fountain had a coat of ice over it.

This part of the dream is hazy - there were some children playing by the fountain, and I was concerned for them because the water would be too cold. The...parent? caregiver maybe? did not seem so concerned.

When I decided to leave for awhile, I walked to the highway. The left lane was filled with water instead of pavement. I glided in, and someone warned me about the current and catching hypothermia. This time I just drifted along speedily. In the distance I saw a semi crest a hill, and worried about how I was going to get out of its way. I caught myself on the pavement and pulled myself out before the truck drove by. Oddly, I hadn't really gone anywhere, and I did not get up. I sort of pulled myself along, and realized that I was crawling through something squishy. I reached under me and pulled up a hunk of what looked like rice krispie treat stuffed with bird seed.

"What the..." I started.
"Oh yeah, they laid out the bird food already." Someone said. I took a bite - it didn't taste like anything. I couldn't figure out why someone would pave the sidewalk in marshmallow and bird seed.


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Random remembrances:

- Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman were writing Sherlock Holmes books in a big office.
- There was an awards show where one celebrity was mad at another celebrity for taking his seat, and I was supposed to fix this somehow
- SD was there and we chatted about nothing important


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Currents seemed to play a large part of this dream. Being controlled by them, or feeling like I was losing control to them - it's a great metaphor for life I feel. And this is a repeat of a theme - I've dreamt of currents and waves of water before. Now that I think about it, the wave or wall of water has been knocking at my dream doors for a while now. This was the first time, however, where it was violent and frightening. I do remember my panic at the sheer force of the water's pull.

Undressed by a One-toothed Gypsy

I was in a convention space. It was very dark, but there were hints of mirrors and very high ceilings. The ground had a sort of gridwork of fluorescent tape, but it was haphazardly placed. It was a little like a haunted house. I was at the end of a long hallway, and there was a mirror on the other end. I realized that the solution to getting out was to run directly at the mirror. I did so, and as I got to the mirror I found it was an illusion and I jumped through. There were twists and turns and I barely made it out before the "doors" closed behind me.

It was dimly lit outside, and there was a sort of caravan. There were people - dusty people walking around. It reminded me of a Renaissance Faire, except there weren't really any costumes. I was wearing a heavy oilcloth canvas top with a map printed on it.

Ahead of me was a young woman with blond hair. She was very skinny and wearing fishnets with holes in them and a black corset with a sort of grey petticoat. She swayed about, and did not walk very well. Her brother was there - he had short blond hair and blue eyes, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I didn't know how I felt about it, but I smiled anyway and played along. Then he untied the canvas tie around my neck and started to pull at the neckline of my top. He smiled at me, and I could see that he had only one tooth. It didn't look like an adult tooth - it looked like a baby tooth. He had this big pink set of gums and this disgusting little tooth right in the middle of his gums. I couldn't think of a way to politely tell him I was not going to make out with him. In the dream, my brain refused to think about what it would be like to French kiss a man with no teeth.

That was a strong emotional force - I didn't want to be rude, but I also didn't want to do what was expected of me.

The sister found me, and she seemed really excited that I would be sleeping with her brother. I tried to tell her that I wasn't, and then someone suggested a three way. I panicked and stumbled away.

There was a trailer, and water was lapping up against the sides of the windows. The whole road looked to be flooded out, and all these twisted carnival gypsies were clambering over debris floating around.

I felt out of place.


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This dream was odd.  I might note that I had trouble falling asleep - I had a very rich dinner late at night and coffee. Before I fell asleep I sort of hallucinated red spider fairies floating above my bed.  Don't worry - they disappeared when I turned on the light.

But the black rooms, the running, the nervousness - these are not common themes for me. Perhaps the chaos of my current situation is starting to take a toll.

On the upside, I remembered a dream.

Run Down: The Consequence of Fatigue

I have been dreaming.
I don't remember my dreams lately like I used to.

For example:

I dreamt I was in a great underwater theater, in a dome. Above me, there were divers plummeting from a plane (?). All I remember was a man hitting the water in a dive, and then blasting through a window to get into the underwater dome. The goal was momentum.


I dreamt of marshmallows.



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I wake up and have an image or an idea in my mind, and I know that it is only a small piece of a much larger dream, with intricacies. Except maybe for that marshmallow one. All I remember from that dream is that there were lots of tiny marshmallows everywhere.

Why this dry spell? I believe it is because between two part-time jobs, a four hour commute, and rehearsals, I am getting run down and my brain is suffering for it subconsciously. I cannot hold onto my dreams while I am so tired.

I hope this turns around - I feel very much like I have neglected all my writing at the expense of sitting in a car for hours every day.

Bad Hosts

There was an awards show - we were in a big theater. I believe it was the Academy Awards, but it was poorly lit. There were too many hosts - all famous comedians. They were trying to be zany, but no one was laughing. It was painful to watch. At one point a man was "eaten" by a giant mechanical robot, but it looked too real. At another point D, who was sitting on my lap, ran off to another woman, who agreed to hold him. I said it was ok, but truthfully I didn't want to keep watching the awards show without him.

There were a lot of gowns.

****

I was in the front yard in my old neighborhood. There was a bad man on the loose. He was after the children.  I saw him running out of my neighbor's house, and he was chased. There were mothers on the streets. I grabbed a small shovel, then a larger shovel, then a big shovel and tried to join them. The man - who was small - fell to the ground and started to sink. I hit him in the face with a shovel, and he passed out. When he came to, we were all standing around him. One woman told him we had called the cops. The man's mouth was hanging open, and we could see the back of his throat. In front on him materialized an enormous black spider with teeth - like tentacles? They were like monster teeth, crustacean feelers, but not long. I remember being a little mesmerized by its creepy teeth. It was red on the back, and shiny all over.

The women started to chuckle, and I was uncomfortable. I felt the feeling of vindictiveness and revenge rising around me. They said something like they would simply let the spider (they knew its Latin name), do what it did best. The back of the spider detached - it was the male spider. It started crawling towards the man. I knew that the spider was going to crawl down his gaping maw of a throat, but I could not watch. As I tried to leave, the ground began to sink around me, and I panicked that I was falling into a sinkhole. One of the women grabbed me and pulled me to safety. The sinkhole spread around the man further.

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Somewhere around here, I was going to meet a television crew for a show. I got a text from a man I knew, and he was curt. I saw him from across a way, and ran to him. I demanded to know why he was upset. He would not tell me, so I pressed him further. He yelled at me for forgetting to help him with his graphics problem. I told him I was going to, that I didn't know he had needed it so soon. He did not seem entirely mollified - he still acted distant and unconvinced.

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If I had to pick a theme from the past couple of dreams (since I've been away from home, at least), it would be groups. I don't feel as though I dream of big crowds. I would have to think on it a bit more, but I also feel as though there's a heavy feminine strength thing strutting around my subconscious - or a feminine weakness. It gets confusing, drawing out what means what.

Metamorphosis and Grand Poisonings

Two parts - a dream and a nightmare

I was outside the old library building in my home town. There was a stop sign coming out of a wooden bucket. Inside the bucket was a snake submerged in water, but the snake had a row these fine strands coming from its side - like the legs of a house centipede, or the sides of a feather. It looked stuck.
"Now aren't you interesting?" I said, coming closer. I did not know if the snake was poisonous, so I was hesitant to touch it. The snakes feathery strands floated in the water, and shimmered dark opalescent. I reached out to pluck it from the water, but it started to twist away gently. The feathery strands grew larger and the snake rolled into a ball. It changed into a black rooster with the same black/green shiny feathers. It looked at me quizzically. I asked it if I should remove it from the bucket, when my cat Axle showed up and pounced. I knocked her away and picked up the rooster. It was not very big. I carried it inside the library, which now was a two story white house that was falling apart. Inside, I set the rooster down, and tried to find food. I only had meat, and a few breadcrumbs in my pocket. Another of my cats, Bait, arrived - much fatter than I've ever seen him. He sort of waddled to the rooster and tried to bite it. I smacked him gently on the nose - then there was another cat. I felt like I had to work really hard to keep this rooster from getting attacked.

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I was in Chicago - sort of. There was a park with trees and a large, old, brick building. There was a man there - but the man was deformed or on stilts - both. He was grafted onto these mechanical spring stilts, and he was on a drug that made him strong but crazy. He was hunting for the scientist who did this to him, and I offered to help. I climbed on his back and he leapt high and far into the trees. He shimmered in and out of focus as he did so, but I knew they could see us because he was hitting the branches too hard. He was too hard to control - he was so full of rage. He leapt again, to another tree. I was talking to him, trying to calm him down. He leapt to the outside stairs and ripped the metal off the wall. I fell to the ground, and called to him.

We tried again - this time I made it to the door and called him. Inside there was a great commotion. A squat man wearing outside ribs of metal was bathed in blue electric light. He was electrocuting the man with the mechanical stilt legs. He was also trying to break down a door. I knew he should not do this. As I ran to confront him, his power suit broke down and I started pounding on the metal "heart" of his suit - a button. I felt very weak, like I wasn't doing anything at all. The squat little man looked at me from behind his dark glasses, surprised. His lackeys just stared at me as well. I think I must have succeeded, or the mechanical stilt man showed up and helped, because his skeleton suit fell to pieces.

There was a chaotic bit.

The building was now a hospital of sorts. The mad scientist who made the mechanical man - who may also have been the squat little man - was putting all sorts of drugs into the food and drink to control all the people. I knew this, and was trying to expose him. There was a crowd of people - restless. There was a sort of protest going on against the food - there was an underground system. I was walking (I wore saddle shoes and an old style dress). When I saw a man coming - black, and somber. His family was there. I started to cry and shook his hand. I thanked him for what he was doing and he invited me to walk with him to the building. This surprised a great many people.

 I found children in an old-timey candy shop. There were basins of glittering candy around the shop - hypercolored biscuits and donuts and pastries filled with glittering, shimmering filling. But something was wrong - this was more dangerous food. I got out my smartphone and started recording the donuts. The sprinkles were turning into bugs and eating the donut - all the candy and food was eating itself. The crumbs swirled around me like a kaliedescope and I was trying to catch it all on my phone. The mad doctor had erased his evidence, I realized, so no one could catch him. I had the video, and tried to leave. There were men there and they tried to stop me. I think I knocked something over - I turned the power off? - and ran.

I found the mad scientist's servant on the second floor, and she tried to hide me. She gave me a pair of red flats and took me into his apartment. The maids were all part of the underground, and they hid me in the bathroom. The scientist came in, and knew exactly where I was. He was cold and crisp and oily all at once - I hated him. I shoved past him and took off running, again trying to shut down the power as I went.

I got through the hallway of the building, then to my car. I went driving down the Indiana toll road, except there were people in the way. Children were laying down in the streets with their parents - the parents encouraged it. I stopped and asked a group of men what was going on. They did not answer me, but spoke in street talk I did not understand. Some asked for money.  I rolled around them carefully, but did not make it out. Somehow I was brought back to the old hospital building. There I was hooked up to a wagon, which was covered in wire. I looked around and saw people dear to me. I asked them why they were letting this happen. A nun I knew was looking on - I begged her to help me. "This will help you," she said in a cold, neutral voice. The machine turned on and I started feeling electricity work its way over my skin. I struggled to free myself.

The dream rewound.

I was on the steps of the building again, and again the black man was making his way slowly with this family. This time, however, another woman stopped in front of me with her friend - they were talking about how each of them hoped to be the man's girlfriend. I stood there, politely waiting with tears in my eyes. This time the man stopped at them instead, and they cooed over him. He only looked at me before walking on. I sort of followed, but not really.

I confronted the mad scientist about the food. He had me tied up to a wagon and the electricity started up. I asked my friends to help - but they were all drugged and thought it was better if I were fixed. I saw the cable ahead of me was forked, and I grabbed the end of it. I was starting to fizzle with what I knew was pain. I grabbed the cable and pulled myself to the wagon. I fed the cable back in on itself by plugging it in to the wagon's outlet, and the power short-circuited.

I ran. This time I had no phone, no shoes, and I was wildly running. I ran through all my friends - they were so interconnected I knew I couldn't go to one without one of the mind-controlled ones figured out where I was. As I ran, I realized that I had to go north - to HW. He would keep me safe - but I had no phone. I determined I need to get a burner phone, and a pair of shoes. The ground beneath me started to incline and decline - a series of small hills. I wondered if I would ever get home again. I knew they'd never stop chasing me.

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Ok, there was a lot going on in this dream. The details were so vivid - the red shoes, the glittering candy. Also, I don't know if this is important and I feel strange writing it, but everyone in the second half - the crowd, the people on the highway, the maids - they were all African American. Perhaps that was my subconscious making assumptions about Chicago.  Ethnicity has never been a strong aspect in my dreams, but upon waking I think it's an important point because it was so clear.

And there was so much more nuance than I can remember now. There were so many more words spoken, so many more reasons. The man on the legs did much more I know. And the mad scientist guy did more - he hunted me a lot more, but I can't remember how.

I will say that the short fat man looked like Gru's assistant from Despicable Me. The man on stilts sort of resembled Steve Valentine, and the mad scientist at times reminded me of Bob Balaban.

Flipper Flipped

This was an abrupt dream:

I was driving to the beach I believe. There was someone else in the car. I don't remember what we were talking about, but all of a sudden a dolphin was hurtling towards us. It smashed right into the hood, nose first, and up through the windshield. It was really angry about something - I could see it in its eyes.

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I woke up with an audible sound - not much time had passed since I went to sleep. Wonder why that dolphin was so upset...

An Angry Past

This dream was very jumbled, or was when I woke up. Note: there were a lot of people I recognized in this dream, so I shortened all names:

I was on a sidewalk in the drizzle. There was broken furniture on the street, and I wanted to see what it looked like. I was examining a nightstand when I saw K and K driving nearby. They started to tear into me, talking to each other about how much they hated me. I got angry and started to walk away, but then I realized I had to go in the same direction. The two women, who were now walking on the sidewalk with me, gripped each others forearms in front of me and kept walking, yelling and swearing at me. I tried to confront them, but was never able...

Then there was a restaurant. I was given a table. I did not have a lot of money, and the restaurant was pricey. A waiter was there, and I asked to sample a white wine. Instead he poured me half a glass, set the bottle on the table and walked away. I saw that the bottle was two-thirds gone already. Next to me, a portly man was drinking rose. There was a commotion of some sort...

EDIT: I remember that at some point, I felt a peculiar feeling in the back of my tooth, like there was food stuck between my molars. I felt with my fingers, and after several attempts I found something and pulled. It felt like I was pulling my own tooth out - it was really uncomfortable and I could feel a building pressure in my head. But I kept pulling, and finally I pulled out a piece of string. Except I kept pulling, and more string came out. I must have pulled out four feet of white cotton string! I stared at it in my hands, confused.

I was home, and B was in the kitchen with D. Jake came charging in, and I had to grab him. D yelled at me to get the dog out of the house. Again, I felt tense and upset because it was Jake's house too.

There was a large basement, like under a church. It was TD and everyone was in a panic, packing and bustling about. I found J and asked what I needed to do. He just ignored me, and so I went walking around, observing. There were biscuits (?) everywhere. J found me all at once, and demanded to know why I wasn't working. I told him he hadn't given me anything to do, but he didn't believe me. He told me I needed to have everything checked off - off of what I don't know. There was a clock ticking above on a wall, and now there were large puppets being pushed through the space.  We were walking in a large carpeted hallway, and there were special effects. A wall melted away to reveal a door; A face appeared and laughed before turning to a black pit. I was impressed with the quality of everything.


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I think that I wrote this out of order. I think it started with the convention center, went to the restaurant, then home, then to the sidewalk. I don't remember where I went after that.

I'm a little concerned about the tension in this dream. It doesn't really match where I am in life right now. Well, I know where part of the tension is coming from, but I'm not talking about it here. Perhaps this is my subconscious trying to relieve old tension. Perhaps it's because my back really hurts and there is tension there. In any event, tension dreams are dreams I could do without.

Giant mall, Trolls, and Dolphins

I was in a large building with D. It was perhaps five stories - there was an entire mall on one story, a train station on another, a sort of aquarium on the top floor. Each floor was massive, and everyone was speaking French. We went up to the aquarium to look for toys. We wound up on a moving walkway underwater, though we could breath. Just above our heads, so close that I felt like ducking, swam two hammerhead sharks. The water was green and sort of murky. I did not feel comfortable there, with the sharks brushing against my head. There weren't any good toys on the shelves either - just ugly old legos and building sets.

We tried to catch a train, but missed the little tram that ran from place to place in the building (which was starting to look like the inside of a mountain). We kept trying to find a place. At one point, we were being escorted by hairy orc/troll creatures, who were also trying to find a way out. There was some sort of fight about to happen? The monsters were not interested in being mean - they were just trying to go about being monsters.

I wound up outside - sort of - and there was a great expanse of water in front of me. In the distance, I could see great disturbance in the water, spreading out like a circle. I knew there were dolphins coming, and I called for everyone to come and see. People weren't as interested as I, so I ran to watch. There were hundreds of dolphins, leaping out as the tide went through. The dream flashed all around, to the dolphins and to different points of view of the water - to lock systems and tidal pools and a channel made of concrete. The dolphins were swimming closer to the cliff I was now on, and I ran to go and watch them swim below me.

As I ran, I thought there would be a railing (I was on bleachers now), but I realized as I got to the end there was no railing, just a straight drop down hundreds of feet to the rocks below. I caught myself just at the end and did not go over, but I was breathless because I thought I would fall. A man standing next to me nodded, as though he had done the same thing. I wondered why they'd build such an unsafe thing by a sheer cliff face. There were giant blue waves now, swelling high and crashing into the cliffs. The dolphins had moved on, and so I watched the giant waves breaking.

The only other thing I remember was being in a laboratory. There were dolphins swimming by, but the water was brown and sort of stagnant, and the dolphins were not moving with much energy. In a brightly lit room I found a strange sort of monkey monster on a table, shaking vials and wearing a coat. It had arms and legs as thin as a spiders, and its hands were skeleton and oversized for its body. It looked at me and started talking to me, but I can't remember what we talked about. I think it wanted me to free him from something, or to free some other animals (maybe those trolls from earlier)....


***

I was giddy in the dream about the dolphins. This is true to real life - I was whale watching and almost fell overboard because I was so excited by watching the dolphins jump  alongside the boat.

Chivalrous Date at Chimney Rock

I was in the mountains - it was dry and stony like the desert. I was on a sort of perch, trying to climb down. A man showed up in armor - to be more precise, it was Sir Jorah Mormont from the Game of Thrones series (played by Iain Glen). He agreed to help me down from the rocks. My Grandma was there, nearby, and she commented on how nice this knight was. Then my Mom was there, and she agreed, suggesting that this was the sort of man I should marry. I was surprised that they were both so smitten, but I stayed with the knight for the rest of the dream.

Eventually we wound up at Chimney Rock - except it too was in the desert and not surrounded by grasslands.  There was a tour there - a bunch of school kids swarmed around the rock and the caverns which ran below it. There was a really old soda machine in the caverns under the rock - the whole place felt really old. The knight held my hand and kept the kids from bumping into me.

***

This dream had a lot of tactile detail - the dryness of the rocks in particular. The overall feeling was one of safety - I felt incredibly safe in the knight's company. Very secure. I also seem to recall feeling amused that my mother and grandmother wanted me to be with someone who was clearly much, much older than I was.

I am not up to date on the Song of Ice and Fire series - but I've been led to believe that Ser Jorah's story is not a pleasant one. Pity, because he was super polite in my dream.

Strength and Otters

This dream is couple of weeks old, but here:


I was driving through a country scene. There was a bridge - concrete - over a river. I was driving a red station wagon. Below me, I saw some otters playing in the water. I thought it would be cool to swim with them, and then the bridge broke/my car was dangling backwards over the edge. I was frightened as I fell to the river. I climbed out of the car and the otters were there. I felt extremely put out about my car. I did swim around with the otters, but I was annoyed again that the otters seemed smug about my accident - like they knew they were the cause.

Then I lifted the car of of the water by its front bumper and carried it up a nearby set of utility steps, also made of concrete. At the top of the hill was an old town. My car was dripping water and had muck all over it.

***

The reason I remember this dream is because I thought it was strange that I was able to simply lift my car all by myself. I don't think I've ever been super strong in my dreams before.

Last night I had a crazy series of mini dreams - none of which I remember unfortunately. I've actually had several good dreams over the past few days, but I cannot remember them. Isn't that the worst?

Part of me thinks that the reason I can't is that I've been meaning to put this otter dream down on this blog and haven't. Perhaps holding on to dreams takes a lot more energy and space that we think, which is why it's hard to remember several dreams at once?

Aliens! Alcohol! Knives! Teaching!

I was in a field, as part of a nature documentary. I was trying to save this bee the size of a golfball from freezing to death by spitting on a flower so the bee could drink from it. The bee lived in a long silver tube for some reason - though the field reminded me of the one by my childhood home, there was a lot of hidden chrome and futuristic flair in this part of the dream. I believe there was also an arctic fox, or perhaps it was a wolf, wandering around.

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I was working at the Ren Faire, and there were these men wandering around who made me uncomfortable. One had a set of carved silver knives, all of a single piece of metal, with hilts that folded back. He kept wanting to show them to me, and I knew I had to get him away from the knives because he might hurt people. Another creepy guy had half a pair of scissors, and he was wandering about mumbling to himself.

It grew dark, and I went back to the faire to collect the knives, partly because I didn't want the creepy guy to get them, and partly because I wanted them for myself. I found the three - a steak knife sized one, a small thick one, and a fillet like one - littered on the ground. I picked them up and put them in my bag. I realized I was late for a party, and took off down the street. I got to a club, and tried to drink with friends. Except I realized that I shouldn't be in the club with knives in my bag, so I left to put the knives back in my car. Then my Mom showed up, and she was furious that I was not enjoying the party. She accused me of not even trying to go out. Then she said she knew that I had gotten knives, and tried to test me for alcohol as proof that I had gone to the bar. I didn't let her, and tried to explain.

Then the sky opened up (still nighttime), and a glowing spaceship lowered through the clouds. It was like a flattened cylinder with spires on it, and it was spinning with green lights. I was on a balcony, and C. was there. He looked at me and said, expectantly, "Where are we going?" I smiled.

There were, I believe, octopi in the sky - though they might have been aliens. They were bioluminescent and spinning as well, shooting off ink because they were afraid.

Military people started pouring out into an aircraft carrier, which is where the balcony was. I found myself strapped in in a large assembly room, listening to the debate about whether to attack the alien ship or not. I needed to be heard, and raised my hand.

"Hi, I'm ***, a civilian, and I would like to speak," I announced.
"I'll allow it," said the commander, a stern looking woman with short black hair.
"I come from a military family," I began. "My father is a retired Marine. My brother is a cadet at West Point. Perhaps you know him - ****" Here the West Point Cadets who were in attendance lit up at the recognition of his name. "I know we are all afraid..." and here I cannot remember the rest, except that I convinced them not to fire on the aliens. I think my reasoning was that even if they attack us, we can totally beat them. Everyone cheered.

****

So somehow I wound up in a classroom, teaching English. I was sort of shadowing the teacher who held the job before me. I didn't have the right book. I taught my lesson, and left, then I came back and found my helpful drawing had been copied crudely with the words "Ur a dork" written underneath it. This led a series of realizations - I had forgotten my European phone, I never got an apartment so I had no place to stay, I had the wrong books, I had no friends I could call, and now my students didn't respect me.

All of this was being chronicled on a giant terra cotta urn.

The Worst Microwave (and a Sinkhole too)

This dream opened with me in a house - my house. The front porch simply fell away with a rumble. Then the side of the house, which I was facing, fell straight off. I ran through the house, grabbing my family members (not my actual family, but in the dream they were). We ran to the back, as the hole side of the house got sucked into the ground. The sand was grey and grainy, and I realized we were on a sinkhole. None of us, however, left the house. We all just stood on the solid section, staring around at everything which had collapsed.

*break*

I was in a large, cavernous mall. C was there and he grabbed me and tried to throw me over his shoulder. Instead, we both tumbled over and landed on one of those cushiony mall bench things before landing on the floor. Neither of us were injured - we both were laughing. And the crowd around the mall was laughing. They thought it was great fun.

*break*

I walked into a kitchen, where my dad was warming up hamburger meat in the microwave. I went to look, and going around and around were two one pound packages of hamburger meat, and two kittens. They were tearing ferociously into the raw meat.

"What are you doing?!" I screamed.
"What? They're hungry," Dad replied. "Besides, the microwave will keep them warm."
"You don't understand microwaves!" I cried again, opening the microwave. I didn't touch the kittens, because they seemed too ferocious



*****

I actually understand that last part a little. Our freezer broke and we lost all our pork and beef. Dad gave what was salvageable to the cats, which he said reminded him of that scene in "Jurassic Park" where they feed the velociraptors.  

It starts with an Orca...

I was in Sydney - or what I believed to be Sydney. I do not remember where I was, but I could see a big suspension bridge across the bay. Then I saw an orca whale breeching in the water. I was impressed by it, and decided to follow it. Except I didn't follow the whale on sea level. Somehow I found myself zooming upward, backward from the ocean. Then I was high above the water, following this orca whale along.

From there I found myself in a nice stone apartment. There was an arbor with ivy, and empty jars around. There were also different platforms in the room. I had a roommate, though I don't remember much about her. We had to go to a grocery store and they had coins in the handles of the carts. I kept trying to wedge mine out, and when I did it was a palm-sized gold coin - a three euro coin. I was confused because they don't make three-euro coins.

There was a jumbled bit about parking spaces, and beggars, and needing to get to my apartment before someone else (the police/?)

Then I had a cat - a pretty grey tabby tom. My roommate did not want me to have the cat, especially after the cat ate a toothpick and started throwing up. But I was concerned for the cat, and was fully prepared to pull out the toothpick once I saw it. The cat kept throwing up and then when it hacked up one end of the toothpick, instead of letting me pull it out it chomped it into a small piece. I realized the cat had it handled, and went about my business.


*****


Two nights now I've dreamt of cats.  Glad the whales are back, though.

Chicago Hobos and Flaming Cars

Chicago

A red bridge over the river with a bottom missing, just the scaffolds. I was crying trying to scoot across it (I had to take off my shoes). I made it across, and then I saw Dad following me, and he was hanging from the metal underside, like monkey bars. I tried to warn him, but he fell in. It wasn’t dangerous or anything. I wondered why I had gotten so worked up and worried.  I went back to find my shoes, and realized that I could have just walked the whole time because there was a concrete walkway on the side.

My shoes were missing. A group of young children sort of pushed me around, and I saw that these two dirty hobo women. They wouldn’t give my shoes back. The one kept trying to convince me to take other shoes, sneakers which were just as good. The other one was peeing against a wall. I was losing my temper. I kept trying to force them to give me my shoes, but they wouldn’t. Eventually I got one back, but not the other. They disappeared, and I tracked them over Chicago to a gritty underground YMCA. It was full of beggars and dank. I demanded my other shoe, and after a lot of pushing and arguing, I was given my left shoe at last. But a man who was like a short, ugly Liev Schrieber forced me to sign a contract promising to bring him more shoes. I refused, but he kept insisting.

In the teenagers kept brushing by my Dad, and I thought they were trying to rob him. I grabbed one to check, and he called me a racist.

--

Earlier in the dream I caused a car accident, and the car in front of me ran off the the road and burst into flames. Everyone inside died, including a little girl. I didn’t want anyone to know about it, so I lied. I opened the trunk to discover several large snakes, which I took with me.  I felt more and more guilty as the time went on, and the town held a ceremony for the little girl. I hated seeing her on the video screens with a flower around her head, dancing and laughing. I knew I should tell someone, but I did not want to get in trouble.

Glass Spaceship

I was in spaceship made of glass and metal. The character Abed from "Community" was there, and he was in a blue uniform. There were people walking about, and I had a chance to leave. I sat there in my seat for some time - most of the dream actually - wondering why I didn't feel confident with the situation. I knew there was something, but I couldn't figure it out.

So it was a whole dream of indecision.

***

Incidentally, I woke up and realized that you couldn't ride a glass space ship because while it can take a lot of heat, the glass would break upon reentry, and it would melt the people inside. Phew - I knew it was something!

Tina Fey Disapproves...Cruelly

It was night and I was sort of lost above a city - I believe I got on the wrong cargo plane. I remember seeing skyscrapers around me lit up.

While wandering around I realized that I was near Tina Fey, and somehow she had something I read. I was nervous and excited because I thought I had finally found a chance to show what I was capable of.

"Gladys? Really?" she said at some point, and she was so condescending I balked. It kept going - she flipped through my pages and snorted and was horrible and bitchy about everything I said. I wondered if she was trying really hard to show everyone that she wasn't like her 30 Rock character.

I spent the rest of the dream lost, floating around. I might, at some point, have been trying to get back.


***

This is the second dream I recall where a professional woman I respect disapproved of me. I imagine that means my subconscious is less than impressed with my life place right now.

Not a Snake, Afterall

I was at Red Rock Canyon, walking along the rocky bank of a river bed. The bushes were green because it was spring. Then, the rocks turned to sand, but I didn't mind. I was enjoying my walk, when I spied a snake sunning itself on the bank. It was brown and russet, with a diamond shaped head. I froze, seeing a second snake next to it. Then I saw two more snakes, green and yellow and black stripped, buried in the sand. I could only see their heads, but I knew they were poisonous. I stared to take small steps backwards, and they did not follow. But then I felt a pain in the back of my head. It was sharp and did not stop.

I called to my Dad, who was ahead of me. I told him I thought a snake bit me, but he did not seem to believe me. When he reached me I asked him to look at my head to see if there was a snake attached. He looked, and said something. I felt a sharper pain, like something being pulled. Dad showed me a long, black leech had attached itself to my head. It was partially swollen with my blood, and I was disgusted by it. When I tried to leave,  I found I wanted to go back and look at the leech that had bit me.

I could see the snakes moving, unburying themselves and moving up the banks to the bushes. I thought I could maybe get a photo of them since they were so beautiful.

***

I was working on a cruise boat, though it did not seem very formal. We sailed around the island of Aruba (though I've never been in real life). It was green and mountainous and very beautiful. I wanted to get off and look, but the boat was leaving. We sailed so close that I could see the natives burning all the hanging vines on a cliff face, singing while they worked.

We had docked somewhere, and I was on a sidewalk. It seemed as though we were on the same island - maybe just a different part of it. An old parrot was flying around - I knew it was old because it had a beard of feathers on its chin. I wanted to help it, so I held out my arm for it to land. Instead it sort of crashed into my arm/grazed it and kept flying, all wobbly. The people around me laughed and teased me for wanting to be important, and someone (Dad?) brought the parrot back to me. I was angry that everyone was babying me and assuming my thoughts that I took the parrot and threw it high into the air. It caught a breeze and flew off towards a mountain.

***


There was a lot more on the cruise ship - playing around and goofy stuff. At one point I think I was swimming.

Research (Not a dream)

What I have neglected to do at all in this dream journal is write about the images I look up.

For example, a few days ago I had back-to-back dreams about being chased by an animal. I did not get caught, but I was being threatened. According to the two pop-culture dream image books I have, both of the animals in question - sharks and bears - have negative connotations when attacking the dreamer. This might sound obvious. However both also have a very specific negative connotation: that the dreamer is going to be betrayed by friends.

I found this to be a little disconcerting, naturally. If these sources are to be trusted, then my subconscious is feeling betrayed, or senses that treachery is near. It could be a manifestation of some hurt feelings I have right now. It could be my brain is trying to warn me about something that I do not see.

This is all based on whether or not I accept the dream imagery books or not. I am of the opinion that some dream images do have meanings that apply to all dreamers. Beyond that, however, I tend to think the image or object's actions in a dream, and how the dreamer relates to them while dreaming, are equally important. A certain animal might be considered a bad omen in theory, but if in the dream you are happy with said omen, then perhaps a different interpretation is in order. For example, when I was a little younger than I am now I dreamt about snakes frequently. I was indifferent to their presence, even when they were popping up throughout a dream. For the most part the snakes and I cohabited a dream space with neutrality, sometimes positively. Lately when I dream about snakes, however, there is more of a threatening aspect about them. At times I am even conscious while dreaming of the different tone when I see them.

Ultimately, I think that one has to examine the emotional overtone of the dream to pick out the best signal and potential meaning.

Yes, that sounds nice and conclusive...

One Million Pennies

I was at the Excalibur in Las Vegas, in the lower level where the arcade is. There was a set of slot machines there and a bar, which I'd never seen before. I decided to play the slot machines, and put in some money.  I pressed the button, and the computer tumblers spun. The theme on the slot machine was sort of medieval - pots of gold, rainbows, unicorns, and wild dragons that took up three spaces on a single reel. One of the icons that landed said "one million" and I thought I lost because none of the other images matched. But then the lights went on, and coins spilled across the screen, and I realized that I won one million pennies. I sat there, stunned, staring at the screen. I took a picture with my camera phone of the little pot of gold icon and sent it to my Dad.  A little screen popped up telling me not to go anywhere, since I had won so much.

Moments later, a cocktail waitress appeared and congratulated me, writing out a receipt for my winnings. I went and sat at the bar. For some reason, I computed one million pennies down to fifteen thousand dollars and some extra dollars. Then I was giddy. I thought of all the bills I could pay off, and what loans I could get rid of. I was trying to hide how happy I was as I sat at the bar. I wanted to go back to the slot machines, but when I walked back a young married couple had taken my seat. They were drinking cocktails and did not notice me. I was not very upset, because I knew I had just won, so they were not going to steal my luck.


***

I don't remember ever winning something so vividly in a dream. That sense of euphoria was intoxicating - the idea of debt being cleared.  Wishful thinking....

Stairs, a Bear, and the Evil Thaw

I do not remember the first part of the dream that well - I was on some sort of space station, and there were all these flights of stairs. I think Matt Smith/Doctor Who was there, along with D. We were running from flight to flight - looking for someone?

***

The second part I remember better. It was winter, and I was in a scrub forest that was also sort of a bog.  I was walking along with Billy Boyd/ Pippin from "Lord of the Rings" (sort of - that's what my mind said, even though it didn't really look like him). Suddenly, a bear awoke and started chasing it. It was a massive grizzly bear, and we ran through the brush and swamp. We jumped through a long narrow window made in the brush, and I landed in a roll that I didn't even feel. Round and round we kept running, the bear getting further behind. Then there was a man in gray robes - I guess that would be Ian McKellan/ Gandalf. He grabbed us both and pulled us against a table made of sticks, against a wall made of twisted sticks. The bear was not too far, and the man in gray cast a spell. The bear thundered past us, so close that I could see the light rippling on its fur.

We thought we were safe, and I leaned out from against the wall. The bear reappeared at a distance, and saw me. Now all three of had to start running. It was at this time I noticed the scenery changing. It was still winter, but it was melting. And the swamp-like trees and low scrub brush looked more and more like lean-tos and low-lying shelters. I found myself crawling under low roofs with no thatch, or ducking around walls made of crude carved sticks. Then the three of us found ourselves on an open plain of melting snow and yellow grasses. We got separated - the bear chased me back into the low-lying trees and scrub. Again I saw that what I thought was just tangles of dead branches were actually rough/abandoned dwellings.

At some point in this sequence, I sensed there was a sword in the hill. At the space where the melting snow cut a path down the hill there was a small hollow, and inside the hollow was a sword. I also knew that a man needed that sword - or had owned the sword before. My mind did not reflect on this too long, though I think Sean Bean's face flashed before me.

I managed to lose the bear on the fields. However as I came over a rise I ran into a group of soldiers. The leader wore brass scale mail and green cloth. He had furs draped his shoulders, and a reddish purple beard.  He and his soldiers looked burly, and he shouted a word at me. I did not understand, and he shouted it again, putting a hand on his weapon. The only thing I could think to do was to genuflect, to show him that I was in league with him. I knew that with the thaw the armies would be moving back into this part of the land - that evil was returning. And that meant this guy must be one of those people. Before anything else could happen, a second group appeared. This group was led by a man in more Persian like garb - black boots tucked into dark red billowing pants. I could not see his face, for it was wrapped in red cloth except for his eyes, which were lined in grey ash. A third group was arriving, all in black tattered robes. The three groups stopped and eyed each other, speaking in a language I could not understand.

I knew the only way to survive and get back to my group was to pretend like I belonged. So I cheered with them, and the man in the red head scarf told me his name - it was two words and the first started with an S (Shagur Gaela? Salar...nope, don't remember it). I followed them back to the scrub brush, which was now full of people moving into the rough structures. Armies and individuals, but all with an air of "bad guys" about them. I made my way through them, trying to not draw attention to myself. At the far end of the group, a young girl with blond hair and a white t-shirt was giving wine to some men sitting on a strip of land jutting into the swamp. A solid wall stood next to them , though it had started to crumble. Each jug of wine had special properties, she said, and gave the man a red. He drank it, and immediately grew taller. His face elongated frontwards like a snout, and he took of jogging. I could feel his excitement, even as I was excited to be escaping.

******

This is the second dream in a row now where I've been chased by an animal. A similarity I notice between the two is that even though I'm running, and I am afraid, I'm not terrified. I don't panic, I don't run out of breath, I don't scream - I just run. It's like a lazy fear, like I don't have any doubts about my running. And I always seem to know where to go, even though I don't.

This dream was interesting also because on reflection I don't recognize the language used at all - it didn't even sound regional. It sounded made up.

There was something important going on that led to the transition - something about the first part of the dream. There was a woman, I think, or a play - but I seem to vaguely remember a frail body submerged in bloody water. I think we were trying to find that, but I don't know.

Jaws, Jaws, and the Infinite Blue Sea

This dream took place mostly in the ocean, and on cruise ships...

I remember I was on a ship, but something happened and I had to get to an island. The boat did not sink, but I was on the wrong boat or something, and decided to swim. But there were no islands around. I sank into the ocean, and it was empty but for a great white shark rocketing towards me with its jaws wide open. I darted out of its way, knowing that I had to out turn it. It snapped and disappeared, but there was another shark in the water - a white tipped shark. I knew from watching a documentary that they would try to surprise me from below, so I swam in a sort of panic, looking at the blue depths below me. When I saw it coming, I swam on the surface of the water (prior I was swimming below it), trying to confuse the shark. It chased me in the water, trying to surprise me, but it could not. It was very confusing.

I think there was a giant octopus at some point.

I was swimming and swimming, and eventually I came to a strange underwater tunnel. I recognized corals and other underwater plants, but the tide was very strong and I could see the waves hitting the sloping sand. And there was sunlight. I swam through the tunnel, trying to not get knocked against the coral or the beach. I think I failed towards the end - the water was too turbulent to protect the plants.

And then I was on a buoy in a harbor, and then in a shipyard. Ships were everywhere, and I climbed aboard the one I thought was mine. But then the ship was released from the dock and plummeted down into the water bow first. I slammed into the water, and thought the ship was sinking for sure, since it was half-submerged. There were those gentle ship bells going off, and the Captain apologized for taking things a little too strong.

It was at this point in the dream I distinctly remember wondering why I never needed to breathe underwater.

I left that ship, swimming again to another ship, and climbed aboard. It was also the wrong ship, and I knew then that the ship I wanted was going to sail by a lighthouse/ breakwall off in the distance. I was going to go in the water, but this Australian scientist stopped me, and pointed to all the seagulls on the water. "Those birds go where there is food," he said, and I knew he meant there were sharks in the water. So I decided I would swim around the gulls. I swam around a bridge, and there were more ships in the water. The water was turbulent, but I don't remember seeing any more of the sharks.  But I could feel danger all around me - there was tension in the air.

I reached the ship by the breakwall, and knowing there was a shark in the water waiting for me, I did not swim, but leaped from the ship to the island. There were other people on the island, a man and some children. It was like a scouting group. They asked me what I was doing, and I tried to explain about needing to find the correct ship. I had to go back in the water, even though they told me not to. I was so tired by then, but I swam up to another ship and was hauled in by the stern.

***

I don't know if I actually found the ship I was looking for by the end of the dream. I just remember climbing aboard, walking around, and realizing it wasn't the right ship. When I was in the shipyard I knew that everyone was trying to figure out why I was there. And I talked to a lot of people on land - but apart from that scientist trying to tell me about the feeding gulls, I don't remember any of it.

Then there were the sharks - lots of teeth. And danger - there was a lot of danger in this dream. Some I could see, some was implied. I think there might have also been a strange black worm thing with teeth in addition to the sharks, but I don't know if I dreamed that or saw it earlier and am now putting it in my dream.

And I remember that there was a lounge, either at the beginning or somewhere in the middle. A really big lounge in brown wood, leather and crystals. But it was broken down - there was a woman with curly red hair, and electricity.

I don't know why I never have to breathe in my water dreams. I am conscious of the fact that I should be drowning, yet I never do. I just exist in the water as I would in the air.

Dane Cook was right....

I was in a large coastal city - ancient and modern. I remember draping cloth and tall stone walls the color of sand. There was also...a motorcycle or two I think.

The "God" of the city was a giant monster, and it was trying to find me. The people decided to hide me, and I scurried about the town, up and under archways and into shops. When the "God" appeared, it was a giant crab, and it snapped at me and was sniffing for me all over. I knew that it was dangerous for the people to hide me, but I also couldn't seem to find the exit.


****

Regardless of the meaning of the crab, Dane Cook was right about one thing - crabs are scary things to dream about. Especially their mouths with those feathery teeth things...blarg.

Three Fox Cubs

I was driving on Hwy 231, which runs through rural Indiana.

On the side of the road I saw a baby fox - I knew that you're not supposed to stop and mess with wild animals, but I wanted to look. I reversed and got out of the car. There were three foxes - the first one behind me, one in front of an older one-story white house, and a third I saw in a bush further ahead of me. They were all playing and being cute - the one by the house came over and sniffed me.

I saw a semi-truck coming down the road, riding on the shoulder. I knew it would hit the foxes - the driver couldn't see them like I could. He was just rolling along steadily with his wheels on the shoulder of the road - I remember thinking how symmetrical he was with the shoulder line. I took my car and parked it perpendicular to the road in front of the first fox, and the truck came to a stop without hitting me or the foxes. The driver seemed upset because he didn't know why I'd parked in the middle of a highway. The foxes continued to be happy - I think the mother fox was there somewhere, but I don't remember if I actually met her or if she was just watching me from a distance.


Later, there was a bit about a Rainforest Cafe summer camp thing. It was golden, hot, and sunny outside. There were all these people in black shirts doing crafts and walking about like waitstaff. Peter Dinklage was there. I don't really remember the rest, except that I vaguely knew some of the people and we called out greetings.

Swordfish, Panther, Vampire

This dream started on the docks - it was night and there were different boats and such around. It was moonlit, or at least there was enough pale light to sort of see things. I forget what we were looking for, but there was a group of us walking around. Some of us had flashlights. I looked into a building, and saw a swordfish swimming around, even tough there was no water. It was catching fish while swimming through the air, and I wondered how the fish managed to get in and out of the dock shed. I watched, and it poked open a window and swam out. Then it swam in front and around the group occasionally, catching fish. I believe they were tuna.

In a middle distance, I saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes and was afraid. The eyes turned out to belong to a shiny black panther, who paced over to me. I was very nervous, and thought the panther would bite my arm. I stared into its eyes for some time, and then the panther let me pet it. Its fur was very smooth, and rippled under my fingers. Then it ran away.


After a slight break, we found ourselves on a castle. The point of view shifted to a girl with blond hair and a large beaded necklace. Each bead was hematite and very small, but there were multiple strands which formed a sort of lavaliere around her neck. There were vampires on the wall - two of them, a man and a woman. The blond woman grabbed ahold of her necklace and shouted "NO!" and her voice reverberated through the air with incredible force, pushing the vampires hundreds of miles away. They landed in the snow, and seemed surprised.

Later, the woman was back on the wall and a vampire found her. The vampire looked like James Fanco, and he was smiling. The woman did not have her necklace - she only had a bracelet on, with two or three single strands of the beads. She tried to shout, and her voice was loud and reverberated, but it was like her echo was hollow. The James Franco vampire smiled because he was not thrown away, and he started stalking around the outside of the stone room (which was roofless and sort of destroyed). She tried again, and a third time, but each time her voice sounded feebler in her ears and did not carry the force she needed, and she started to panic.  There was a strange cutaway then to the blond woman and the female vampire. They were under a large silver thermal blanket which was almost like a tent, and they were sharing a very passionate sort of gaze between them.


***


I remember the panther the most - and the shouting. I remember the woman's shouting, and feeling the echoing vibrations in the air. 

Bruno Mars and a Rainbow (and other Stuff too!)

I will first describe the most vivid part of the dream:

I was in my house, in my room, which looked bigger than normal. I was talking with Bruno Mars about gospel music, and it was pretty relaxed. Then a wave of water hit the window sill. We both looked at it, and then another wave hit, and the water level started rising against the window. I was not exactly worried, but I was confused. I could hear thunder and rain, but the water wasn't dirty or clear - it was a little greenish, like pond water. I thought the yard was flooding, except I knew we were on a hill so that didn't make sense. The house started rocking slightly, like a ship at sea. For some reason, this made me a lot calmer.

I went to look out at the back yard, and it was spring. Everything was green, and the sun was peeking out from behind grey thunderclouds. A light rain fell, and a rainbow stretched across the sky overhead. It was joyful. I looked over the roof, and could see the dark storm clouds on the other side of the house, and I was confused. The water did not seem to be spilling into the back yard. I went back inside and the house kept gently rocking back and forth in the water.

----

Snippets:

I was walking with D in a bustling city with a European feel - like I felt that there were ruins to see around the city. But I was concerned because I saw that a fire had started on the roof of a green shed, and even though the roof was metal, no one was trying to put the fire out. I picked D up and kept walking down the street.

**

The two guys from the Twilight movies were trying to get somewhere. One was in a car, the other a motorcycle. But neither of them had any confidence or coordination, and so they kept falling over. They neared a wall covered in black spray paint scribbles, and a group of sleezy, dangerous looking people with eyes that looked white sometimes, and teeth that got sharp. They were trying to summon something - a spirit or monster they worshipped, but I can't remember the creature's name. They were a cult, that's the word. They were a cult, and the two guys from Twilight didn't know what to do.

**

I was in a cavern, and was running out of time. It was like I was in a Mario game - I had to jump over things and run. There were even coins. At one point the camera angle panned out and I could see someone who was sort of me running along, collecting coins in a long tunnel. I made it to the "end" before time ran out.  I think that I wanted to buy something at a gift shop there - some sort of inscribed rock, but I can't remember.



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I know that these dreams were a little more connected. I feel like I met Bruno Mars in the city with the burning roof, and that before we were in my room, we were running through the Mario caverns, which were part of the city....

That's the problem with waking up abruptly. 

Little Big Planet (Nightmare)

This dream is a few days old, so I don't remember much of it. Here's what I do remember:


It was dark and there were storms. I could see these two plastic spheres, sort of flattened to make floors and roofs. They were connected by smaller plastic tubes - like a ferret habitat. There was machinery around, and I saw countless bubbles, most empty, though some filled with objects, like a tricycle.

There was a man working the levers, and he was not a good man. Inside one of the large oblong spherical cages was a naked young girl with blond hair, shivering. They were ripping images from her brain to put into the small bubbles. She was crying, but then she wasn't because they had stripped all her memories from her.

I realized they were harvesting the childhood of children to fill the balls - and that was where all the images in the video game Little Big Planet came from.


***

There was a lot of powerful imagery in this dream, and it was vivid enough that I woke up with the realization still in my head. I actually enjoy Little Big Planet, and am still trying to figure out what my subconscious was trying to say, apart from the idea that video games and children should not mix. Maybe I'll keep Daniel away from the console games for a while longer.

Judgment of the Women

In essence, I was before a large table in a warehouse type setting. Sitting at the table were Julia Child, Meryl Streep, and Judy Collins. They all looked at me when I entered, and I felt small and without worth.  At one point, Judy Collins demanded that I sing, and I choked out this thin little song about something. She was disappointed.  Stockard Channing paced around the outside of the table, sort of joining in the debate about me.

The whole dream was me being picked apart by these great women.

***

I can't tell if this was supposed to be a nightmare or not. I remember that I desperately wanted to prove my value to these ladies, and that if they could only see me at my best they might think better of me.

Seven Musketeers

Very basic dream:


I had people giving me boxes as gifts. Each box had a musketeer hat in it - one was black with a giant purple ostrich feather, another was brown with a long green feather. I got seven, and after each one I found the giver and gave them a big, long hug. I remember that at least two of the people who gave me hats were from the recent movie version of "The Three Musketeers."

The setting was urban. At one point I thought to myself "what am I supposed to do with all these hats?"