Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles

08/31/2011
Dream Fragment One
I was hanging out with MJ and my other ex, GV. GV was jealous because MJ and I were so close, and we were just having a great time. At one point, we'd stood back to back and were leaning over each other, cracking each others' backs and laughing, while GV kind of stood off in the background. I also remember MJ telling me she loved me at some point in time.


Dream Fragment Two
(I only remember a few seconds of this dream. )

I remember flying really fast, over an ocean at night. I believe I was flying like Iron Man - with my palms facing back, and being propelled by my hands and feet - but I don't remember whether or not I was actually wearing the Iron Man suit. Spontaneously, I realized how unusual it was that I was flying, and I became lucid. My flight arched down toward the oncoming shoreline, and I brought my feet down below me. Touching down to the water, a few yards before reaching the shore, my feet skimmed over the water, like a skier pivoting to a stop, until I was actually stepping onto dry land. I took a moment to look at my hands, trying to anchor myself into the dream, but I also noticed that the tide was coming in extremely quickly. (Come to think of it, when I was looking at my hands, I wasn't wearing the suit. I didn't notice that until now.) It seemed more like flood waters rising, really. Whereas I was standing on the sandy shore, moments before, I quickly found myself submerged in water, up to my thighs. This made me really uncomfortable, and I starting think about sea monsters, which normally plague me in dreams that deal with a lot of water in them. Getting kind of creeped out by this, I shot up out of the water and flew into the sky again.

Unfortunately, I woke up, soon after take-off.



09/01/2011
Dream Fragment One
I remember that I had company over, and my room was a mess. There was also a large spider with a big orange sack on its back, scurrying around.


Dream Fragment Two
I was riding in the truck with my dad. He was driving. We were going down some cliff-side pathway, with a steep embankment to our left. The pathway was so narrow that it didn't even seem like the truck would be able to navigate it, without toppling off of the cliff. Before us, the pathway also dipped down into a flooded area, which we were apparently going to have to pass, to get by. The last thing I remember was pulling out my cellphone, to get a picture of these crazy flood waters.

12/10/2010
"The Mighty Pen"

I was really broken up about a death in my family. I have a strong feeling that it was my mom, but I'm not exactly sure. My dad was actually alive, and in this dream with me, though my mom was nowhere to be found. Whatever the case, I was in my old house (Canterbury) and crying about it. Trying to get me to snap out of mourning, my dad came into my room to talk to me. I just wanted him to leave me alone. There was really nothing that he was able to say, to make the pain go away. And, in his usual way, his cold words did more to agrivate me than they did to help rid me of my emotions. Finally, fed up, I said something that got him to piss off. I can't remember what it was, though.

He left the room, and went to the bathroom down the hall. Alone with my thoughts for another minute or so, I eventually began to clear my head. It was then that I heard my alarm chirp, as if someone had just walked into the house, unannounced. (Funny thing is, we didn't have the alarm, back at that house. The only alarm we've ever had is the one installed in the house I live in now. I didn't even think of this as strange, in the dream.) Whomever it was, they made no effort to let us know that they were here, and unless they were sitting in the living room, by themselves, they were coming down the hall toward me room. I also knew that we had hollow floors, so if they were coming down the hallway, they were purposefully trying not to make any noise. Quickly, I looked around for a weapon. The only thing that was within arms reach was a pair of ink pens on my desk. Without a second thought, I grabbed them up, holding them - one in each hand - in downward positions, to make them effective stabbing weapons. Waiting patiently at my room door, I took a fighting stance, anxiously poised and ready for the intruder to make his appearance at my doorway. A hand appeared, and I lunged. Stabbing the first pencil out toward my target, I drew it back when I noticed a gorgeous young girl, with light-brown skin and cornrows, standing in front of me. Startled, she said "It's just me," throwing her hands up and staring at the uncapped pen aimed at her throat.

Apparently, her and I were friends (though I have no idea if she's actually someone that I know in waking life). She told me that she knew about what had happened to my family member, and she just really wanted to hang around and cheer me up. I actually wasn't in the mood for 'cheering up,' and I believe I was going to be leaving the house soon, so I kindly walked her back out the front door. We had a short conversation on the porch, and I kept calling her "Jessica." Finally, after having put up for quite some time - and being really classy about it - she just gave me a friendly smirk and said "It's Vanessa." I felt really bad for getting her name wrong, and even worse for asking her to leave, when she just wanted to try to lift my spirits. I knew I wasn't able to hang out at the time, though. After spending a few seconds with her, I went back inside. I remember doing something with the alarm keypad, but I don't believe I armed it.

(After this dream, I woke up to the sound of the real house alarm going off. I came to find out that my mom had been in the living room, with the alarm company, and they were testing it for some kind of trouble. It seems all of their beeping and fooling with the system had worked its way into my dream.)