Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Tudors - Sex and Trolley cars

This dream started in an outside casino I think. D. was there, and I wanted to play a slot machine. So he went and sat at a long cafeteria table nearby. I was in a full Elizabethan dress, as were everyone else. A king came by, and picked D. up. He was laughing and joking, and D. brought him over to me. I bowed, and we all joked around. I think the King invited me somewhere - to a party. I needed him to make something for D. - I believe I wanted him to make either a school or a shelter.

- There's a hazy bit where I think there was a deep swimming pool...someone was either swimming or drowning. I just sense that there was water and movement...-

Then I was on a very steep hill, in a setting which looked like San Francisco. I was in what appeared to be a trolley car, or it might have been a horse drawn carriage without the horses. I had to work a lot of levers and wheels to keep the trolley car moving, and I had to do all these acrobatic moves to get from one end of the trolley car to the other. I was scared we'd go over the side of the hill. I looked behind me, and there was a collection of people (still in period garb), who weren't helping. I yelled at them to help me, but they laughed at me and were really sarcastic. This continued for some time - I told them we'd fall, but they started mimicking me. I told them we needed to help the children, but they were still rude. So I swore at them, and leapt off the trolley car ??? or I dismantled one of the cars and went the rest of the way myself.

At the top of the hill, I saw medieval London on the other side. There were horse-drawn carriages, and everything was flat. There were large flat pools on the ground, and the streets were wide and white. I couldn't see the castle as I went down the hill, but when I got to the bottom I could see it, low on the horizon. The sun had set and it was dark. There was a moon - or something because everything was navy blue but illuminated.

I was looking for the king, because I needed for him to help create the children's school. I saw a man sitting on a throne, but it was Brendon (Henry Cavill). I saw the man who played Cromwell (James Frain), walking through the pale white streets, followed by an entourage of men in black robes. I avoided him. I was walking between two still pools, when I saw the King (Jonathan Rhys Meyers), diving into one and swimming. I was nervous about getting his attention - how could I get him to talk to me, when he was so busy? So I started to spin around and dance. I remember seeing myself briefly - I had elbow length navy satin gloves, a steel grey gown, and a dark cloak on. I twisted my arms about as I spun. I felt very graceful, and everything felt beautiful.

I could feel eyes on me. As I turned, I saw the King coming towards me, waving his two attendants away. He grabbed me and kissed me. Part of me wanted to stop and tell him why I was there, but I didn't. The scene switched, and we were in a rich bed, making out. There was even a fire in the fireplace (ultimate cliche!) Then I told him why I was there - and at first he seemed unimpressed with my proposal, but then he said he would do as I asked. So we had passionate sex. Afterwards, we lay there making small talk, and he quoted Shakespeare to me - something from "Much Ado about Nothing" or "Twelfth Night" I think. I wanted to reply with a quote from "Henry V" - except he warned me that he did not want to be reminded of his shortcomings. I recited the bit about not retreating from battle - "we are but warriors for the working day..." etc. He seemed happy with this. So we had sex again. Throughout this sequence, I was aware that he probably did not consider me that different from all his other lovers, but that did not seem to matter. He was intrigued by me, and that was what I wanted.


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Two things:

1. It is never comfortable for me to address my more physical dreams like this - how much detail is too much detail? How much is too little? For example, I remember a lot more detail from this dream, but I don't really want to put it into words, because then it'll read smutty. Which, I guess it was, but not really. The dream sequence did not feel smutty. And writing the pillow talk down would make me feel ridiculous.

2. I don't know why my subconscious keeps going to "The Tudors." I liked the series, but I was so disenchanted with the historically correct treatment of women as disposable objects. And my current celebrity crushes do not include Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, yet he's made more than one appearance in my dreams.


Thursday, December 1, 2011

Fishing and Fighting

I: I was by a big freshwater lake, fishing. Or other people were fishing, and I was around. Eating flaky white fish. P. was there, and I was angry with him. He was acting like he didn't notice, which only made me angrier. I tried to move away from him, but he kept showing up, asking me to do things for him. I grabbed him, and we started fighting. He got me in a headlock, so I gauged his face, so he punched me. We were angry and arguing. I called him selfish. Then we were eating fish again, picking it off the bones because the fish weren't filleted.

II: Nearby to this, there was a sort of mall/parking garage thing, and there was an airport-style restaurant - that is, really overpriced. I was hungry, and wanted a red meat sandwich with ground mustard, but they were asking twenty dollars for it, and I thought that was far too much.

III: Dad and I were walking through a mall. I saw Mom waiting a table at a coffee house restaurant. She was serving a two-top. Dad or I commented that she was one of the best (maybe?) and that we shouldn't bother her while she was busy. She looked over and smiled at us, and she poured dad a cup of coffee in a clear glass mug, except the coffee looked almost golden in color, or maybe redder, like mulled wine. Above us, there were Christmas decorations - red garlands and amber crystal snowflakes.

IV: The haziest part: There was some sort of third person story going on. There was a tiny woman in a polka dotted dress. She was plotting revenge on someone in the mall, but it felt really comical, like there was a laugh track that was going to be put in. She wanted to find...???...that was in a big floating blimp above the mall, but she was stuck by the toy grab games. Eventually, she realized that it was all a big misunderstanding, and everyone in her storyline seemed much happier. I think there was pasta.

*****

This dream was full of people, and food! I usually don't dream of crowded places, or at least of crowds where I am a part of them. Usually I am separate from a crowd in my dream, but here everything was bustling. And the food imagery permeated everything, which makes me think that I might be really hungry right now.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Miami porpoise?

I only remember one part of this dream:

I was standing along what appeared to be a series of oddly shaped pools of water. There was not a lot of light. It might have been at an aquarium, as I don't think anything felt natural. There was a shape moving in the water, and at first I thought it was a dolphin. I walked over to take a look at it, as it followed me around.

"Oh, it's a porpoise!" I said to no one as the dolphin/porpoise rose out the water and started squeaking at me. It looked like a Pacific dolphin, except it had a rich orange stripe on both sides where it should have been dark grey. I knew that it was trying to tell me something, so I crouched down in the water next to it, and as it came out of the water I gave it a hug. It kept talking to me, but I couldn't figure out what it was trying to say, so I pulled it a little ways out of the water and asked it. It slipped back in.

Then it jumped out of the water, and it wasn't completely a dolphin or a porpoise. It had the body of a porpoise, except bigger, and large humpback whale flippers. When it landed, it kept the flippers down and out so that it made a big splash. There was a crowd in the stands (?) and they cheered and clapped. The dolphin/porpoise/whale was still trying to get me to understand something, but I couldn't figure out what. The jumping was another way of communication.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

All those bits and pieces

An update is in order:

Yes, I have been dreaming. But I only remember snippets, or small sequences. It's hard for me to write down when I remember only a scene, or an image.

Here is a smattering of what I've been dreaming about:


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Crows

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A "Sanctuary" style dream, featuring Henry - in order to capture Henry's emotionally dangerous girlfriend, he and I had to make out. So we did. It was really intense, but his girlfriend came back in a real snit, and we were able to tranquilize her. At some point, Henry started changing into a werewolf.
(My subconscious apparently won't sacrifice dream plot points for personal gratification)


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Cuddling with actors - that was the entirety of the dream. I was being held by this guy, and I think we were talking, except it didn't feel important. (Note: I linked to the shirtless picture because he was shirtless in the dream)


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Running into people with my car - specifically, a mother and daughter. I tried to break, swerve, but I kept rolling towards them. I wasn't even going fast, but they wouldn't move. When I hit them, I woke up in a panic.


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There was a demon sitting next to my bed. His eyes were glowing red orbs, and he had hundreds of tiny pointed teeth. He was smiling at me. I kept turning away, hoping he would leave me alone, but every time I turned to look he was there, smiling at me.

(I woke up in a hotel room, and noted that my alarm clock was illuminating the wall with a red glow. Shame on you, hotel!)



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So, it seems that my dreams of late have been a little more physical in nature. I feel as though I'm forgetting something - maybe I had a dream about falling, or flying, or one of the much more traditional themed dreams. I have never had a dream where I'm falling to the best of my recollection. I have had dreams about flying.

I will endeavor to keep better track of my dreams as I have them. It's been a very busy month from October till now, and the entirety of December is occupied with trips and movement.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Troubled Waters

Our basement was filled with ocean water, almost up to the ceiling. In the water was a whale. I was a little confused as to how the whale got into our basement ocean, but I still swam with it. We became buddies, and it was very nice. My Father had a boat. There was an emergency with my Mother, and we had to take the boat across the ocean/basement. The whale was swimming below us. My Father took out a giant metal mallet, because he didn't want the boat to go the wrong way. I was worried about the vibrations the sound would cause, but there wasn't anything else to be done. My Dad hit the side of the boat two times, and I could see the violent sound waves traveling through the water and hitting the whale. Then the boat bumped into the wall of the house, and it made a monstrous noise. But the boat started moving - the whale tried to keep up, but its head hurt. Later, Dad hit the boat again because it was going crooked, and yet the boat still ran into the wall, and made the noise again. The whale started crying, and I dove into the water.

In the water, it was clear but dark, like a pool at night - only a pale illumination lit the area. The whale couldn't move - it was dying. So I wrapped my arms around the side of the whale and pulled it towards the surface. We hit the surface, and the whale inhaled and we went back down. I was talking to the whale, but I don't remember what I was saying, except that I was begging it to be alright. I could feel its skin growing cold and clammy under my hands, and it stopped moving. I heaved it to the surface again, but it did not breathe. I was panicked, and refused to believe that it was dead. I reached the stairs of the basement, and I left the whale there, promising to come back in the morning.

The next day, I went down the stairs to find the water had been drained out. The floor was littered with bits of fat and whale pieces. I was shocked. My dad was vacuuming up the water, and told me to look for pieces of ambergris to sell. This I did - there was no point in letting things go to waste. I was still sad, but there was a practicality settling in.

* I woke up at this point - approximately 430 am - really sad and a little frightened. My phone had just messaged me spam about the new iphone. I forced myself to sleep again*

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I was in the Netherlands? Or Norway - maybe Iceland. A place where there was a sardine harvest. There was this quaint little town on the sea, where the sky was grey and everyone wore coats. The harvest was terrible - there were only a couple of dozen tiny sardines on the shelves. People were very worried, and wondered where all the sardines were. I found two and bought them, taking them back to the family I was staying with. My brother came to visit this family, as did J. and the two of them had a potato sack race. I ate a sardine - and it did not taste like a sardine, but a little bit like a savory peanut butter and jelly sandwich?

Along the town was a short cliff face. I found a cave there, and crawled inside. It was more like a cavern. There was a man who swam up to the cave entrance, carrying a mandolin. He started to sing, stopped, and left his mandolin on the rocks. There were other people who came to look into the cave, except they were walking because it was low tide. There were shells in the cave, and I looked to take one, except they all had hermit crabs in them and I didn't want to kill anything. The cave was part of a legend about a mermaid who helped the town with the sardine harvest, except no one knew where she had gone to. The storm returned, and I was walking back through the streets in the wind...

Suddenly, I was back home. I was in a pool with D, and we were deep under water. He was smiling, but he didn't know he couldn't breathe. So I started kicking us to the surface, which seemed a long way away. D smiled and helped. The water got lighter and lighter and soon we were on the surface. I didn't know how I got there. I realized I had never said goodbye to my brother, or J, or my family. I didn't have my passport or my luggage.

So then I was reentering the country from before. I didn't know how I was going to go get in without my passport or anything. I followed the people from the train station to the turnstiles, and then to immigration. My Dad was with me. There was an old man at the turnstile, who smiled at me and welcomed me back. I asked him if I'd been here before. He said yes, about a week ago. I asked about my brother. The man said he had left. I asked about J. The man said he had left six days ago. He looked at my wallet briefly, then let me back in, smiling. There was a hotel, and I went running to find my things....


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I have had dreams of whales in the past - my dad's side of the family has a belief that our loved ones speak to us through whales. At least, I was told that my Great Grandmother appeared to people in dreams as a whale. And I accepted that belief while the whale images were positive. Which they've always been. This was the first time the whale died - I wonder what that symbolizes? And I was emotionally invested in keeping the whale alive.

Then that whole business with the sardine harvest and the sad fishermen and the happy family - I did have smelt for dinner. I wonder if that explains my nautical themed night.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Cats - then Tangiers?

All pieces of this dream are piecemeal:

I was on a grassy sort of area with some cats. I had twelve cats. Then, all of sudden, I had twenty-three cats - I think they were donated or abandoned at my house. I was nervous about accepting them, but I saw that two of the cats were beautiful. They were bigger than the rest, muscular and they were copper and white with burgundy stripes over their eyes. Umm...I think one of them could talk...he told me he was not neutered, and asked if that was a problem. I said no.

Then I noticed one of the cats was covered in tins - like flattened old tea tins. Even its head was covered in tins. I couldn't actually tell if there was a cat under there or if it was some sort of robot.

The scenery sort of shifted, and the grassy area turned into a grassy bank by a river. There were dolphins in the water.

Then the water grew bigger. It became something like a big river, and there were boats. I wanted to go to Aegina (A small island off the coast of Greece), but there were two people with me and they were very persuasive. One of them was a girl, one of them was a guy who was a celebrity (when I tried to figure out who it was - my brain kept saying Jonathan Rhys Meyers, except that wasn't who it was and I knew that wasn't who it was). They convinced me to spend all my money on a ferry ticket.

"But where are we going?" I asked.
"Tangiers!" The girl said, laughing. I had wanted to go to Aegina, but then I figured Tangiers could be fun. I almost missed the ferry, because I saw that my wallet had fallen into the mud. I forced them to stop so that I could pick it out of the water. There was something else in the water that I grabbed - but I can't remember what. There was a lot of conversing at this point in the dream - between myself and the man who worked the boat.

Then I was in an enclosed market space in Tangiers. There were beads hanging from all the shops. I loved it - and brushed my hands through golden beads. The shopkeepers were all very friendly and laughing and trying to get us to buy things, though I don't think I did. In the dream peripheral I sensed tension, like not everyone was happy I was there. And I could sort of see the desert in the distance outside the city...


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Yeah - there was a lot of texture in this dream. The smoothness of the cat's fur, the feel of the water, the beads - it was a sensory dream. I wish I could remember who the celebrity was - in the dream I remember thinking that the only reason I was following him was because he was magnetic.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Owls and Cats

This is an old dream - I had it about a week and a half ago.

I was in a field. There was a barn/house to the side. It was evening, but not dark. There were owls in the sky. A slate grey owl landed on my arm, and stared at me for a long moment. Then it flew off. There were cats in the tall grass. There was a war on between these two armies. The cats would leap up at the owls who flew too close, the owls were trying to kill the cats.

I found one of my cats there, in the grass. She was the oldest of our cats at home, the matriarch. She had a horrible gash on her chest, and one on her side, but she was alive. She was stalking over to me, and I was worried for her. The battle continued.

I didn't pick a side - I was more upset at the owls I think, because I couldn't figure out why they were fighting with the cats. But then I wasn't always upset - at some point I was more annoyed, because the owls kept landing on me and hooting at me, like they were trying to talk to me.

Ninja training and swords

I was in a warehouse - the was a group of people and two teachers. It was giant warehouse. They were trying to teach us to fight. I don't remember most of it, but I do remember arriving sort of late and standing in a line while one of the instructors tried to teach us to do a forward roll and come up blocking. The first time, he said we should picture water, and roll like a river. He said to think of our loved ones and use that power to roll. So everyone tried it. For me, I imagined not having bones, and I found that I folded over and rolled up to my feet faster than everyone else. Fluid. I came to my feet with my hands in front of me, palms up and thumbs almost touching.

Our instructor told us to do it again, and this time he told us to think of fire. He told us to imagine all our anger, and those we hate, to think of burning and bloodshed and destroying our enemies. He said to roll forward and be ready to hurt someone. So we tried that - this was harder for me. I tried to imagine snapping forward, but I sort of stopped while sitting on the floor. The girl next to me had grabbed my arm for support, and as I tried to stand she stood with me. I didn't recognize her, but she was Asian and seemed younger than me.

The camera panned away from us training, and there were two men. One of them had a long silver whip, the other one had a long dagger and a katana. They were far away, but getting closer, fast. They could disappear and move only as the wind, but I knew they were coming to fight us. I was frightened. "I can see them - they're coming," I told the teachers, because they couldn't sense it. I could see them moving through the warehouse, over crates and in the awnings.

I don't remember if I was there for the fight, but I seem to recall that I was not, but I could see it happening from a sort of distance.

Then I was running - I had to find a child. I was in the dark, on a road. I had a flashlight that looked like a remote control. I couldn't figure out why there wasn't more light, then I realized that what I was looking for were headlights. Except I didn't have a car, only the flashlight. So I started running down the dark road. I came to train tracks with either an awning or a series of trees overhanging the tracks. Over-lacing those were thick strands of spider silk. I was too afraid to go through them, so I pulled down a stick and started pulling the web strands away. There were eggsacks on the strands, but very few spiders. I kept pulling, but there were so many strands. There weren't webs - these were as thick as pieces of yarn and straight from the top to the ground. I pushed through.

Then I was in a beautiful hotel - or maybe it was an apartment building. The walls were rich cherry wood and there were cream colored carpets and ornate lamps on the tables. I climbed the stairs, trying to find the/my child. I found the apartment where the babysitter was - and everything seemed to be fine. All the children in the building were ok, and that made me feel better.

I walked back through the building till I found myself in a hallway of sorts. There was an auction going on, or maybe it was a fight as well? That parts a little hazy. But at some point I came into possession of a long serrated sword - which looked like a very long bread knife. With the sword came a strange sort of scabbard - it was beveled green glass jar, like it was old glass. The sword sat inside it, but the glass didn't contour to the blade. I tried to be careful, but at some point I cracked the green glass hilt. It broke into two pieces, and I tried to hold it together without anyone knowing.

And in the back of my mind, I sensed that the fight was coming.

The next bit is the cloudiest. There was a contest, and I watched as two people won random prizes like gift cards and headphones. I was picked as the fastest participant (like I raised my hand the fastest?) - and I got to pick a prize. I thought there was an iphone in the cart, and I picked that, but then I saw that I didn't get the phone, but all the accessories for it. I had to ask to pick something else, and the woman running the promotion said it was alright. I grabbed what I hoped was a gift card - and it was. The other girl got a gift card worth one-thousand dollars. Mine was from Macys, but it was only worth two-hundred and ten dollars.

*****

That first bit seems very philosophical, doesn't it? About rolling with love versus rolling with hate and which is easier.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

It's Curtains for you

I was in a show - a TerrorWerks sort of show, except everyone was in Renaissance garb. 

Note: Terrorwerks is a simulation game where you are given an air rifle and told to go through a maze or building completing objectives. 

This game was on a spaceship about to land on an alien planet. Our objectives were to keep the ship from getting destroyed, while at the same time taking out the enemy forces on the ground below. So we started to land, and I had a hand gun given to me, with which to destroy the explosive charges which had latched onto our ship. My teammates were doing likewise. We got all the charges taken care of, and we landed. There were lots of "enemies" though the tone was never one of animosity. It was like we were all playing at being heroes and villains. To shoot someone, you had to his a little orange-lit circle with a black center that floated either in front of them or above their heads.

We were winning this fight, when suddenly we realized that we had missed some munitions. We went to destroy one, but the leader of the opposing force detonated one while we were retreating, and the audience (who appeared from nowhere) got all hushed because it was a "nuclear" explosion. It destroyed the ship and everyone except me, and him. I acted all stalwart, and went back to our camp, where I picked up a gun, put it down, and instead took a thin blade with no real hilt - it was just a long piece of bendable metal, with wire wrapped around the end.

Outside it was a giant circular plain - and the opposing leader was standing there, similarly armed. All around the two of us, the "dead" players were watching and gathering. I strode across the field and told him he would pay for what he had done. He laughed, and we sort of fought. The audience was impressed, because they didn't know what was going on and couldn't tell if it was real. He tripped and fell backwards, and I pressed my blade up under his throat. I said something really cheesy (can't remember what - probably something like "for my friends...") and then I "slit" his throat - except it was all fake, so that I just swished the blade in front of his neck. Even this bent the tip of my blade, which I had to fix. 

Then there was something like a cast bow - except now there were girls in stilts as well as all the other costumery. The audience was clapping, and we were all happy to have put on such a good show.



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This was a fun campy dream - especially once it became clear that it was all fake. There was a lot more detail in the firefight, except I can't remember names or people, so I don't think it would make a lot of sense. You know, like the rest of the dream.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Tudors are Jerks!

Alright - this dream was an episode of The Tudors, with flourishes.

I was a nun, I think - a mother superior - in this giant underground(?) monastery. Torchlight and giant columns - the works. And Master Cromwell (James Frain) was there, and he was demanding that I provide the king with women, and that he was going to destroy my abbey/monastery. I told him that I could, and he started to leave.

"But you must promise me something," I said. I walked up to him - he was on a step above me. "You must promise not to kill me in the end." Because I knew he betrayed people, and that everyone he knew wound up dead. He gave me a sarcastic little smile. I remember noticing the dark red stones hung around his neck, how fine his outfit was.

"Madam, I will make no such promise," he replied.

"Oh, but you will," I said. "Because it is in your best interest that I live. I am the soul of discretion, and can get you anything you want, and you'll never hear from me, never know that I am here." He started to turn away again, and I quietly asked, "And what of your soul, Master Cromwell?" I went on to question him a little, and I thought he was about to leave, but he broke down crying and almost fell over. I ran to him and held him tightly, and told him it would be alright. He was so very angry at himself, at the king, at the whole system he had helped put into place.

Later - there was a sort of procession through my monastery. I had all these women in white brought in, and stood them around the columns in the torchlight. King Henry VIII (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) arrived with his entourage, and they were very happy with what I had provided. I did not stay to see them take the women, but I could hear their revelry in the stairwells and corridors. I don't think I was the mother superior character here - like a good TV camera person, I was sweeping through the area in third person.

The queen was brought below and left there. I did not seem them put her in the crypt, but the camera did. She was going gaunt and going mad, and the King's new potential wife showed up, dancing and laughing in a beautiful gown of purple and green just outside the door, but the other queen could see her. The older queen gasped as the little woman tore off gold pieces from the dress. This angered the queen. The younger girl laughed, and tossed the gold pieces from the dress up into the air. She knew she had beaten the queen, who could not get out of the room she was in.

Then we were above ground, in a pale sunny room. I was sitting in a room with a group of nobles. At this point I remember I was wearing a black robe, but I was not the nun character anymore. Charles Brandon (Henry Cavill), was there, and they were debating...things. At some point, they made a mean-spirited joke about the common man, and I took insult. Brendon looked at me earnestly, and asked, "I'm sorry, that wasn't meant for you."

"Of course," I tried to laugh as I rose from the table. The other nobles were looking a little guiltily at me. "Excuse me, I'm just going to step out for a moment." I left and went down a few flights of stairs to where the completely period inappropriate bathrooms were. I sat down on a bench and tried not to feel sad. Brendon found me there, and apologized.

Then things started to deteriorate, in a dream sense. There was movement back downstairs, and crying from somewhere. The king was bored.

My monastery was sacked and robbed of all it's gold. I was outraged, but not so much as when they took my relics. This included two deformed children who were rumored to cure the blind. Guards showed up and threw bags over their heads and started to pull them to a cart. It was night. They couldn't understand what was going on, and I couldn't stop the guards. Not that I was really putting up a fight. I kept demanding that they take the hoods off, that the children weren't animals to be kept in cages, but no one was listening to me. The camera spun around a little crazily here. My great hound came up to me, and I was comforted. But then they took my hound from me as well, and I tried not to weep. "Why?!" I screamed. "Why must you take my dog as well?!" I looked around for Cromwell, whom I was convinced betrayed me. I found him, but he was stripped of all his power and broken. There was nothing to do to stop the king from completing his plan to steal the monasteries. There was fire, and novices running around in a panic.

Deteriorating further:

Now there were people being shackled in rooms - and there were mutant people on the other side of these plexiglass walls. They had saucer like rings around their eyes, and i.v.'s in their arms. This was all taking place in a similar underground setting, except the period was totally different. And there were soldiers being experimented on, and people kept in plexiglass containers, and it was all choppy and vaguely sickening.

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OK, apart from the deterioration into area 51 at the end of the dream - this was really in-depth. I could feel the stone steps, and see the details in everyone's outfits. I've had cavernous underground settings in dreams before, but I don't have TV show dreams that often. The last one I had was a Doctor Who dream, and that was ages ago.

I haven't watched "The Tudors" in some time. I wonder why my subconscious decided to set the dream with that show? Or why it chose a monastery, when the show is considerably racier. Not that my dream wasn't racy, but it seemed somehow removed from the sex that was going on. I also wonder why our brains choose TV shows at all, when our minds are capable of much more? Why choose a show?

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Baby Bad Omen Bird

I was in some sort of restaurant?- with mauve seats. I found a box with a bird's nest in it, and I thought that it was one of those craft projects where women reclaim old nests and decorate them. But as I was getting ready to pass it by, I heard something move in the box. I got closer to the box, and this little black fuzzball bird flapped out. It had a big black beak and spindly legs with big feet, but it's body was still covered with down. I picked it up and it cawed at me.

I was not really thrilled with the prospect of looking after this baby bird, but I walked around, trying to find someone who would take care of it. The little bird, meanwhile, sort of cawed and flapped around me, occasionally settling on my arm or shoulder. No one I met wanted the bird - they either were not interested, or were lying about being interested and changed their mind when I tried to hand the bird over to them.

So I, resigned, continued to walk through this diner with a fuzzball raven on my shoulder. It would look at me every so often, turning its head to the side, opening and closing it's over-sized beak.

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I have no idea what to make of it. Traditionally, black birds like crows or ravens are bad omens. And I certainly wasn't happy in the dream, but I wasn't sad or scared. More than anything, I recall feeling very put out, like "Aw man, why do I have to take care of this stupid thing?" and resigned because no one else would help.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Stealing from Pyramids; Cooking Fish

This dream was odd:

I was in a sort of Chinatown/Egypt/Venice area - by that I mean there were canals, pyramids, and Chinese writing. The place was like an amusement park, except there were more guards and very few fun things to do.

I was in a raft, and I was good at going around the canals and not getting stopped by guards. There was a Chinese woman with me, who threatened me with something...but I cannot remember what. I had to do what she said, or she would expose me? I asked her what she wanted, and she explained her plan, which was in essence to rob the pyramids. I was outraged, but couldn't think of a way out of it.

So we moved through the darkened canals inside the giant pyramid, until we found a sort of tea shop with giant glass and metal jars. She started taking down jars and dusting off the writing so that she could find the ones she wanted. She took two metal jars which looked ancient, and we left. The guards were half-heartedly after us, but I made it to a side door, and the woman disappeared. Then I was on my own, trying to nonchalantly make it out of the pyramids.

At some point after this - there was search for the woman? I feel as though there was some sort of inquiry, or hunt, but I cannot remember if it was me they were looking for, or the woman.


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I was at a cooking school, which looked a lot like my old high school. They were teaching us about cooking fish, and all the rare fish in the world. I was sitting on a gym mat with my partner, and we couldn't stop giggling for some reason. I would suggest salmon, and he put his forehead on my shoulder and started to laugh. Then he said he had some freeze dried fish - Brum? - in a cooler, and I was impressed. I started listing off vegetables we could make as side dishes, but got distracted when he started to kiss my shoulder and neck.

We got scolded for laughing, and not taking the fish course seriously. I turned to kiss my partner....


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And then woke up. Worst. Wake up moment. EVER.

Also - from what I can tell, there is no such fish as a brum, or a brun, or a brom. Oh well.

The Briefest of Scenes

I was in a Sherlock Holmes story - complete with Robert Downey Jr.
(which I guess makes this a Sherlock Holmes movie)

"What do you make of this?" He asked me, handing me a pair of old fashioned saddle shoes. I looked at them. On the side of one of them was carved an intricate mathematical problem. There was a big formula inside a square roots symbol. I tried to decipher it.

"But that's...that's impossible," I said, because according to my calculations, the answer to the math problem was the solution to the square root of negative one.

"Precisely," he responded.


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hooray for celebrity dreams!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Inception a la Menagerie

A beach - I was on a tour bus and we arrived at a large beach. I got off the bus, but I had to carry this old woman on my back. I didn't really want to, but I did it anyways. She kept asking me if the little crabs on the shore were "sugar crabs." I finally found them and pointed them out to her, as well as these pretty stratified stones left in stacks in the small tide pools. I carried her to a nearby staircase built into a dune - made of metal and glass. Crawling across on one of the staircase platforms was a giant snake - it was black, red and white with a sort of diamond pattern on it, with a large diamond shaped head. That meant it was venomous. It looked about and finally slithered away into the dune grasses. After it was gone, I set the woman down and told her to follow the steps. Then I climbed the stairs.

Over/around the next bend I saw two big clouded leopards. They were wild, and I wanted to photograph them, but as soon as I thought that, they leaped over a fence and back to their cage. Then I noticed there were employees around, in blue shirts. I decided to go and get my camera from the bus. As I tried to go back to the beach, a giant white tiger appeared at my side, sort of wuffing at me. - it was more white than white and black stripped. I put my hand on its neck and it led me back. At this point I noticed a new structure in the top of a large mountain/cliff - it was a grey concrete visitor's center. There was a toy/food truck driving around.

At some point I was walking along what looked like scaffolding, and I saw that Samantha from Sex and the City was trying to train this red macaw to not say dirty words. Then there were monkeys. They started mating, but it was awful - they were sinking their fangs into each other. I ran away from them when they started leaving their cages.

Suddenly, on the horizon I saw a giant thunderstorm. We (?) were back on the beach, but not near the buildings. All the zoo staff were packing up. I could see a dozen bolts of lightning interlacing from the clouds to the ground, and four black funnels were picking up dirt. I grabbed D. and we moved. He didn't want to go, but I was yelling about the storm. It was towering closer now. We made it to the staircase, but the wind was so strong I had to pull us up to each stair slowly. I didn't want to hid in the parking garage with the others - I wanted to be inside, in the bathroom where there wouldn't be any windows.

The wind was so strong - there was no rain.

We made it inside, to the bathroom, when the building started to collapse. The bathroom floor caved in under me, and I fell to the basement below....

And then I woke up in 2008...or 2006. I woke up, and P. was laughing about going to college. He had just got some sort of ridiculous exercise equipment that looked like half a jungle gym, which he wore on his shoulders. I was shocked, but then I was filled with relief to realize that I could do the past 3 years over. That none of it was real. I kept asking to confirm that I had just been asleep - that whole years had gone by in a dream.

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At some point in this dream - I met a British African man who I remembered from somewhere. I told him so - and he seemed to agree with me? I think he was wearing a mask - either he was wearing a mask, or he was carrying a bunch of feathers - I can't remember

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It's good to have such a clear dream, even if it is sort of a movie rip-off. There was more, but I can't remember it...I find it interesting that all the animals I saw where bigger than normal, except for that parrot.

Update

I have been dreaming. But I don't remember them very well.

For instance - I had some sort of dream that featured velociraptors, paintball, Chevy Chase, and going for ice cream in an ice storm at night.

I've also been away from my paperback dream journal. And I guess I've been a little lazy.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Basements, Rooftops, Abdomens

Part 1: I was in an episode of "Castle." And we were trying to stop a bomb from going off, but all anyone seemed to use was their cell phones. This was the earliest part of the dream, so I don't remember it that well. I remember it was nighttime, and that everyone seemed to be in pretty good spirits.

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Part 2: I was in a restaurant in the basement of what I thought was a sort of giant library, like at a University. The restaurant was not doing well because the cooks were behind and everyone was lazy. I don't think I actually worked at the restaurant, but I went into the kitchen and started organizing everything. Suddenly, dishes started being ready, and all the food went out with lots of waiters. I had a full bowl of scallop soup with vegetables, and had to deliver it to table 3 - I looked at a map of tables, but once I went out onto the floor I wasn't sure where to go. I had to walk past a lot of unsatisfied people who were upset their food wasn't out yet. I found the table - there were two men sitting there, with their backpacks on the floor. The one recognized his food and smiled at me. I almost spilled the soup, but did not. This man did not really resemble anyone I know. He had blue eyes - that's about what I remember.

So I kept walking around this lower level restaurant, and I kept smiling at this guy. And he kept smiling at me. Finally, I was allowed to leave the kitchens, and I was heading out when I bumped into him. He asked me if I was a pre-Med student, and I laughed and said no. I asked him what he was studying...but I can't remember what he said.....


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Part 3: The lower level restaurant turned into a sort of video game set. The floor turned a glowing patchwork of purple and white, and these strange video game characters set up checkpoints all over the floor, and I had to go and see them. It reminded me of a trippy version of Fable, as I was visiting merchants and trying to afford to buy things. One of my stops was at an expensive rug dealer, who tried to kiss me then told me I couldn't afford the carpets yet. I was wandering around aimlessly after that, because no one actually told me what to do.

(Note: My brain, upon waking, keeps telling me that the video game "Pokemon White/Black" made an appearance here. I think I could have bought it, but didn't want to pay $50. The vendor in the dream, a purple woman-like creature was disappointed.)

Eventually, I found myself in a big glass elevator, moving over the landscape below me. I think the elevator was going down, but it was going down on a slope? Anyways, S was in the elevator, and he was complaining that he couldn't find anyone to properly inspect his nexus. I asked him was a nexus was, and he said it's the line between the abdomen muscles. He then took off his shirt and asked me to check. I ran a hand over his abs, noting that they were very well defined. He seemed happy with the information, and then gave this speech about how most women couldn't be objective about such things. In my mind, I was noting that it was difficult for me to be objective as well, and not distracted.

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Part 4: I rented an apartment from a woman who was a teacher - I feel like she was someone I know in real life, but I'm not sure. Anyways, she said I could rent her apartment from her, as she was moving. At first I was cautiously optimistic, but when I saw her apartment I was ecstatic. The apartment was huge, with a circular shape around a big column. There was a living room, and a big kitchen, and everything looked really nice.

The first thing that seemed odd after my initial happiness was this giant staircase which apparently led nowhere. I didn't see why it was in the apartment. The next odd thing was a pothole in the ground. I couldn't figure out why it was there either. I called the woman about it, who was really chipper, and so I was chipper too. She stopped by to give me a drive around the apartment. It wasn't till we came to an intersection that I realized her apartment was adjacent to a parking lot, and then I was shocked to realize that her apartment was actually in a parking lot. Furthermore, there were no walls! And the ceilings were more like awnings which covered the traditional looking living room, dining room, etc. I could see now that her "apartment" was really on the roof of a parking garage, next to what appeared to be a big stadium (the stairs led up to the announcing booth)! How had I missed all this before?!

"I'm not sure this is going to work," I said....

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

February Ensemble: Blue Birds; Burning Planes; Red Bridges

Over the past few days, I've been having some really vivid dream sequences. Here are a few which I remember:

February 16, 2011:

I found a blue macaw in a sort of box. It climbed up my right arm, but its beak didn't hurt my skin when it bit me. It sat on my shoulder, and I named him Theodore. There was a smaller black bird, which I think was a mockingbird or a blackbird, and I named him Marius. He sat on my left hand for a little while.

Then I was walking through a cafeteria, which changed into a restaurant. I was supposed to meet my family, but there was a rule about not having birds in the restaurant. So I carried Theodore back to my room and set him down. When I went back, he was back on my shoulder. I didn't mind. Then I saw that there was a cat in the restaurant, and I was worried. Theodore crawled down my arm to land on the floor. Then he curled his beak into his chest, and shrunk. He turned himself into a tiny little tabby cat with yellow eyes. I laughed and picked him up, because he was small enough to fit into my hand.

Odd...Then we have:

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February 14, 2011

I was standing in my old elementary school, sort of. It was like I was standing in front of it at the same time. Above me was a big plane, with a propeller on its nose. It reminded me of a B-24 crossed with a C-17, except for that nose propeller. It was stalling - I remember knowing that it wasn't giving enough power to the engine. It tipped over and started to fall from the sky. It's propeller came on, but too late. I started running as it crashed behind me in a blaze of fire.

Then I tried to run back, because I wanted to help. I kept getting stopped by people. There was this old doctor, wrinkled and trying to fix a body, who told me I didn't know how to do anything and that I wouldn't be helpful. I saw blood, and hospital curtains, and fire in the near distance, but I couldn't go through. So I left the doctor and tried to get around, but I couldn't get close to the crash. I saw one of my old teachers moving little children away, through the hallways. I was glad they were safe.

For some reason, the scenery sort of changed, because it wasn't the gymnasium of my old school anymore - it turned into a sort of field with woods around it. Women were looking for blood donors. I finally got close to the wreckage, but I didn't find anyone to help. Then I had to sneak away.

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The biggest overall feeling I had for this dream was the feeling that I wanted to help, but wasn't allowed to. I knew I could do better, but I couldn't get close.



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Then there was this one:

February 9(ish), 2011:

I was in a field, and I was some sort of guard I think. There were samurai in the field, which was hilly and full of golden grasses and wildflowers. I was hiding sometimes, but I really wanted to escape. I was so unhappy, even though the sun was shining.

I was following behind a group of people, being a lookout. Then I was all alone on a large, red wooden bridge. The bridge seemed to go off of a cliff ahead of me, and I walked along, not sure of what to do. I sensed that I was all alone on the bridge. The sky was blue, and the bridge was deep red. Suddenly, ahead of me, the bridge fell away at the end of the cliff, and I was overlooking the sea. It was breathtaking, and I was filled with joy. Below me the bridge was gone but I saw that steps fell steeply down to a sandy white beach, which contrasted brightly with the sea. I stood at the top of the bridge and felt the wind in my hair.

Below me, after what seemed like a long time, I climbed down the steps. As I got closer, the beach changed. There were people there now, and the water was segregated into sections. There was clear blue water and there were people swimming in it, but there was water that was dirty and no one wanted to be stuck in that. There were also dividers which broke the water up in sections. I remember thinking that it was sad that what looked so beautiful from above was not as nice in person.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Bad Snakes

Briefly, here's what I remember:

I was at a lake where I fished during the summer - big lake with lots of cattails around half of it, and a big willow tree at another curve. My nephew was with me, and he wanted to go swimming. I was nervous, because the water didn't look right. Normally the lake was clear, but this time it was cloudy and brown, like it was filled with silt. I went into the water, and it sloped away from me quickly, so that I had to go underwater to touch the bottom. I swam back to a shallower spot. He went to play by the water, a ways from me, and I was wading in the shallows, but I didn't like it. I kept expecting something to brush up against me, since the lake was full of big fish.

Then I saw a reddish brown snake weeding through the rushes towards my nephew. I rushed and grabbed the snake around the neck, and it seemed to grow bigger in my hands, teeth snapping. I threw it into the water, where it started swimming around. Then I could see another reddish brown snake coming through the cattails, and I could suddenly see more of them, all over the place, in the grasses and underwater. They were mean, angry snakes. I picked up my nephew and left the water, frightened.

"Ah, so that's why the fish can grow so big," I remember thinking. The snakes kept predators away. No wonder fishing is so good here.


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This dream worried me. Normally, I'm not scared of snakes in my dreams. When I was younger, I dreamed of snakes a lot, but there was always a neutrality about them, almost a friendliness. I've only had maybe one dream where snakes made me uneasy. This dream is the first I can recollect where I've been frightened of the snakes. Then again, these snakes were different from the ones I normally dream about - don't remember dreaming about rust-colored venomous ever before. Hmmm....

Too bad about the water as well - also a regular image in my head, and almost always positive.

Now why would my subconscious take two images that normally carry neutral-positive weight, and turn them negative all at once, at the same time?