Apocalypse H20

I dreamed I was high above the world in a sort of building or ship. There were massive storms all across the globe. This man (or woman?) kept yelling at me, telling me it was all my fault that things were as bad as they are. I think in the dream I assumed this person meant all of humanity, but I was being singled out for some reason. They railed about global warming and the destruction of everything.

I was put 5000 feet below the ocean, where there were mountains and for some reason the light still penetrated at that depth. Before me was a graph, illustrating how high water levels had risen. This information was expressed with bullet points that were in fact clip art shark pictures. The voice was still angry, but I was more worried because I didn't like being so deep in the water with all the sharks swimming about. At this point, the clip art sharks had turned real and were swimming around me.

"And look at what happened here! Those underwater peaks used to be the tallest mountains in the world!" I felt compelled to look at the mountains more closely. Above the water, they had snow on them.

"Oh yeah," I said thoughtfully - it made me think of the movie 2012.

Then I was back up in the sky. The lecture continued.

Then, I was in a small airplane, under one of the storms. The pilot and co-pilot to take off even though there was bad weather. I was scared as we flew through the lightning and the torrential rain, and then we were falling out of the sky. Part of me was not surprised, since it was only a little two engine civilian plane. But the pilots looked for somewhere to land, and we sort of drifted into what I think was an aqueduct, swollen with water. A giant wave pushed us forward as we landed, and the plane started to break apart. We all scrambled to get out...

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This dream woke me up at 4:30am. I'm not sure what to take from it, other than global warming is bad, and planes shouldn't take off during apocalyptic thunderstorms. I have dreamed of the end of the world before, maybe three times.

I wonder if the swirling fun debate over the end of the world this year (2012 -like the movie my subconscious referenced) had any influence over this one?

Catching Up - and Death

I imagine a good new year's resolution would be to remember to remember to write my dreams down here...


Here's a recent one:

I dreamed I was to be hung. I apparently had murdered someone. As the time for my execution drew closer, I kept wondering why no one was visiting me. I was innocent - where were my friends? I had two family members sort of hovering in my vicinity. The only people who came to console me were three teenage-ish boys, who knew my brother but were not particularly close to me. One hugged me and cried.

I had to walk a large spiral ramp that lay along the inside of a building, so that the scaffold was at the top of the large spiral incline. As I walked, I kept waiting to be pardoned. Surely, somehow they'd find out I was innocent, and let me go. There were crowds of people, sort of moving around me, and stores. It was like I was in a shopping center. There was also an auto-wrecking yard off in the distance, but I could see it close up in my mind's eye.

We got to the scaffold. The noose was waiting, but then everything started moving in slow motion. There was a sense of anticipation, which then melted away to a great lethargic lack of energy. I looked around, but the whole place was deserted, except for me, standing there waiting to be hung. Then the energy of the dream shifted, and I was not myself, but something moving through the piles of rusted cars and broken buildings.


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Here's another one:

I dreamed that the only way to get through a building was to appease a giant octopus. It sat, sort of, writhing and slapping things and being slimy and disgusting. So I started throwing shredded chicken to it, which it ate. In the dream, all I could see was an up-close shot of the beak and underside of the octopus. It was pretty disgusting - I remember wishing it didn't look so much like female anatomy.

On the other side, however, was a toy crane game and a sort of arcade, and fountains. This seemed to make me feel better.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.