dream fragment

Not much from last night.

I one scene, I was visiting Terrence McKenna's ethnobotanical reserve in Hawaii. There were all sorts of crazy wild-looking plants. In either another dream or the same dream, I dreamed of eating a dish that had living crabs at the bottom of it. I was supposed to just eat the crabs, and I remember being nervous by the thought of one of the crabs pinching my tongue on the way down.

I also dreamed about getting it on with a college friend.

I hardly remember anything!!

Here's the tiny bit I've got:

I was in a hotel in some hot, third-world country. The hotel really wasn't too shabby. Just a little old-fashioned. There was lots of purple. Anyways, I was in love with a beautiful tribeswoman. This relationship was forbidden, or otherwise greatly disliked by the tribal leader. Her and I were running for safety.

The only other thing I remember was some fidgety scene that may have involved a military installment. I remember seeing a big blue sign with white lettering on it in the snow that said, "Faggy". I dunno.

Hardly anything to get down from last night, but you gotta have perseverance.

I remember being in a factory of sorts. The floor might have been an off-white marble, a solid sheet, no tiles. There was a small man that was geared up like a high-tech blacksmith... a lot like the Dwarven blacksmiths I used to see in Dungeons & Dragons books. (Fun times as a kid). We were making a product that we planned on selling, and inspecting the inner workings of it. The inside was supposed to be filled with complex electronics. It looked like a bunch of bizarre incomprehensible mechanical workings, with no green PCB or circuit leads or microchips, or anything else that looked like electronics from this world. I remember shiny metallic orange gears and blocks with tumbling rows of needle-like projections. The dwarf was explaining to me how these components worked, I think. Maybe not.

Going to come back later and fill this in.

Dream 1: There was a hobo outside of our apartment and I thought I'd help him out. He ended up pulling out a knife and slowly advancing towards me, I knew that he wanted to kill me. I ran to the apartment and told Willy what happened. We sprung into action and acquired knives from the kitchen. I attacked the hobo and ended up cutting him to pieces, but when I first leaped towards him and made the first cut, I thought it would be an impossible task. My first slice only barely penetrated his thick skin. Maybe he was hardened from the winter cold.

Dream 2: I remember going to jail with a good friend. We were political enemies and we were being locked up together. We were 'pre-reminiscing' about all the good times we were going to have in jail. It was some kind of fancy prison, and we were able to communicate with each other between our cells. I think we were scheduled to be there for thirty years, but that didn't bother us.

Fragment: I was in a car, not mine, with some friends. I kept doing silly things like standing up in my seat and hanging onto the front of the car, through the non-existent front window. I eventually got pulled over by a cop, I think.

I do remember at one point becoming LUCID for a few moments. I remember spinning to stabilize the dream. Nothing much here, but I'm happy to have went lucid

Last night was nothing too long nor vivid, just a small fragment.

I remember being with my father, among others, in an arena lit by yellow sunlight. The arena was suspended in the clouds. It was very Olympian/Herculean/Greek-mythology-esque, complete with massive marble columns supporting the half-domed roof. We were fighting a high-technology battle against a horde a machine-like foes. I remember casting out a blanket of small, silvery heat-seeking missiles and perceiving them head-first as they engulfed one of the part-man, part-god, part-robot enemies in a small but thoroughly destructive rain of fire.

That's about all I can pull out of my memory for this one, which is unfortunate because of how surreal the small scene that I can remember is. I love the concept of an ancient high-technology battle among lesser gods. (I wasn't told explicitly, but I'm almost certain that this was indeed an ancient battle, occurring during the glory days of ancient Greek legend).


Circumstance:
Chicken and tomatoes on the skillet before bed,
2x krill oil

Inspired by 'America's Got Talent', one of my first dreams was about some wily buddies of mine doing an acrobatics stunt show. We were all in a matted red-floored arena. We were doing acrobatic butt-painting: not that we were painting butts, instead, we were painting WITH our butts.

It went like this: buddy number one would dip his butt in paint, and then do this super diving board stunt that would launch him hundreds of feet into the air. On the way down, he'd smack his painted butt onto a canvas and make a big ol' paint smear. Everybody would start cheering. All things considered, it was very impressive and clearly required some highly exacted and specialized skill. Go him.


Next thing I know, I'm in the mountains with my Dad, and we're hunting these cool birds that look like gray pigeon-parrots. I'm shooting a shotgun with dense rounds of bird shot. The gun is hard for me to handle at times, and at one point I get afraid of its weight and power in my hands and discharge it into the gray mist of the forest. Soon after, my Dad and I see one of the pigeon-parrots fly towards us with what seems to be a broken wing. We go to rescue it.

While standing next to the pigeon-parrots, the scene morphs, and Father and I are on a truck in a small mountain road. Some guys in the car next to us ask about the way to Camp Chawanakee, an old Boy Scout camp I used to go to every Summer.

First online entry.

I had a very long dream, probably in the 30-45 minutes before I woke up, about a zombie-like illness that originated from Antarctic chickens. (Well, a facility that was doing lab testing on chickens in the Antarctic). I remember being bunkered down at my post. If memory serves - it may not - I was at the base of a frozen, craggy mountain to my Southeast. Across the frozen expanse to my North was another mountain, much farther away. I may have felt responsible for the tragedy. Directly or indirectly. I don't really remember that for certain, but I do remember a feeling of dread, incompleteness, moral or emotional sickness. Quiet personal turmoil. Not that the idea of zombie apocalypse wouldn't haunt me, but it was more than that. Very psychological and very dark.

Towards the closing moments of the dream, there was a fragment involving my mother and I trying to contain the infestation/sickness. Mom was putting a disease-ridden chicken back into a coop after it had escaped. Wherever we were wasn't frozen, it was grassy, but sparsely and still cold - like a tundra. Mom was trying to maintain that trademark care-free zest of hers', and seeing her trying to maintain composure at the brink, or the midst of an apocalypse only troubled me further.

I was happy to wake up from this one. And happy that I was able to shrug it off, but oh shit did I have a sour taste in my mouth that morning. Figuratively.

Circumstance:
5.5 hours of sleep
Krill oil, 1 capsule
Chamomile tea (strong)
Watched Conspiracy Theory with Jessie Ventura right before bed, the Plum Island Animal Disease Research Facility episode - was the source of inspiration for the dream, beyond a doubt.