non-lucid

Another dream with two parts, unrelated to one another.

The first dream had to do with references to school/college.I have been having several dreams over a longer period of time that have been about school or college, that usually have the theme of being late for school or not attending class. In those dreams, I am usually stressed out or panicking, because I am late for class, or I have been avoiding the opportunity to learn. This dream was a little different, because instead of being stressed out over missing class, Brendan, a whole group of my friends, and I decided that it would be a good idea to set up mine Brendan's and my music equipment. We ended up setting everything up in a sheltered/ garage like setting, despite not having permission to use it. At that point, it felt like an episode of Trailer Park Boys, as at same time, we were trying to avoid being caught, and we're performing strange measures to make sure we remain in the clear. They may have been a reference to drugs at some point, but as things went along, and as I wandered away from the place where we set up our musical equipment, the scene begin to change.

I was now, as I have seen many times before in the earlier dreams, in an alternate version of my property in North Branch, Minnesota. I often have had dreams taking place in an alternate reality/version of places I knew. As I wandered from the house, and towards the pasture, I began to notice a few things that I never thought I would see in our far backyard. I had the suspicion that there were people who recently moved into the area, but I didn't realize I had seen people living directly back from our pasture right on the edge of the woods. Not only that, but what confused me even more, was the fact that there was a small skyscraper that seemed to tower about 13 stories. It looked very cryptic, and had a sign on it that I couldn't seem to read. It was unlike any skyscraper I have ever seen.… I realize that before dreaming this, during the night before, I had watched The Evil Dead for the first time. I soon realized that this backyard of mine who was an alternate world / dimension that I was not aware of. All of a sudden a monstrous Orc-like creature started running through the pasture towards me with a weapon branded. At this point I was in the middle of the pasture, as I noticed the second one was rushing behind it. When the first one approached me, I kicked it in the chest and pushed it back, and then I turned tail and ran away. As it got back up, and started chasing me again, I realized it was faster that I was, so I had to serpentine my way to escape. However, it outran me, and parked itself in front of my running path, and stopped me dead in my tracks. It, and the other one, began attacking me, but I didn't have much of a weapon to defend myself with. From what I can recall, that's what I woke up.

THOUGHTS

There is a clear message here behind my anticipation towards going to school. Obviously I have been avoiding something, and subconsciously have been feeling anxious, and know that I have been squandering my time. This dream helped me realize that. ... I have been filling in the gap with hanging out with friends and doing music, which has taken away the anticipation and stress, but has not been teaching me anything, or has not been teaching me what I should be learning.

As for part two, I remember last night I was debating the idea of an alternate world that I was not aware of. Seeing strange things in my backyard seemed like I had somehow entered this dimension by accident. The wicked looking orcs were simply a reflection of the fact that I had watched a horror movie last night.

I was off in the wilderness doing some fishing with Mike, Dan, Calvin, and myself. (The people listed are my friends and roommates)

Somehow, I was convinced that I had to be at work the next day (which in waking reality, i did,... but this was a vacation dream, so in hindsight, it made no sense!)

I decided I would go one last trek into the wilderness away from our cabin. I traveled to a narrow peninsula set between two lakes. One smaller lake to the southeast, and one larger lake to the northwest that wrapped around the land barrier between both lakes (one lake cusping the other, if you can visualize it) . I had a tube (which was actually a pillow. yay for sleep!) that I used to travel across the smaller lake to the other side, paddling my way there. Then I did a little bit of exploring on the wooded land, and then after the sun started coming down I decided it was time to head back.

So I took my tube and I ran, and with perpetual physics that one would only find in dream state, I started skipping across the lake. The distance was so far that I ended up skipping across the smaller lake, off the peninsula, and onto the larger lake. I stopped and I was amazed by what i just did. I ended up taking my awesome sense of inertia into the wilderness southbound again, and I came across Mike and Calvin, camping outside with a bonfire, right in the middle of an outdoor exposed shack that the randomly found out there. I started hanging out with them, having a lot of fun during the night, inside the cabin shack thingy, and I wanted to tell them about my awesome journey .

As time went on, and we got a little drunk, I forgot the story, and we started looking at some older notebooks, and I was going to try to burn some of them. Oddly enough, some of those notebooks were some of my older dream journals and personal thoughts, and I decided I would put most of those aside for safe keeping. Then I was playing with my tablet, which turned into a picture frame for some reason, and I put it up on one of the walls.

I heard Calvin say "Holy sh*t!" and I looked, and the sun was already up. All of the sudden, I felt something on my leg, lifted my leg, and there was a raccoon h*mping me!

I tried telling everybody, but nobody was listening. For a brief moment, I just stared at it, wondering where it came from in the first place. Then, I tried to pry it off of me, but to no avail. It was latched on tight! ... I looked around and I told everybody again, and they noticed, and Calvin pointed at it and once again shouted "Holy sh*t!"

End rape scene!

I had a dream that made very little sense.

However, I remember a handful of it. It started with something very drastic that happened on my property and Northbranch. Someone who I was trying to stop must've caused the death or something very very bad because after he had accomplished it he was able to escape and I couldn't forgive myself for not being able to catch him. It got to the point where me and a few of my friends went to this unknown place, and through some occult method, they were going to try and solve or undo what horrible thing had happened.

Oddly one of my friends grabbed a defibulator and tried to zap me with it, and I didn't know why. He did zap me, and then I fell to the floor in pain. It turned out as they were dragging me, that they were going to attempt some sort of time travel.

The next thing I know I was on the street in front of my house. The street was very very busy and it took me a while to get across. Then I approached my house and oddly enough a few things were different. I checked my phone and my phone said that it was 10 days earlier, but when I went into the house asked my mother she said that it was the next day. I had thought that it had not worked at all but that I asked her and she told me that it was the year 2000. This makes no sense to me, because many things were different but they were also new.

So in the end, my reality was tampered with. =( ... The logic of my dream was utterly inconsistent.

(will be revised for format and grammar later)

There were two ultimately important dreams I had last night, above whatever dream fragments I witnessed. The first was a quite lucid dream of me walking the streets of a city. I knew very well that I was dreaming, and instead of trying to do a bunch of amazing things all at once, I decided to take my time and explore the area. I watched the buildings smowly pass by, noticing that they seemed rather indistinct from one another. I continued to enjoy my venture, allowing myself to think about how much life I can experience if I continue to dream as lucidly as possible. Plenty during waking, and even more during sleep. … The second part of this, I found myself in the lawn of aomeone elses house (or mine), and I wanted to jump up to a tree branch to get a view of the city. I succeeded easily to ignore gravity and float up to a tall branch of an even taller tree. I wanted to fly next, but in my attempt, I could not convince myself that I could; for what little gravity there was, I could not let go of it. So instead, I landed on the ground once more, feet touching grass.

My second dream consisted of me either out amongst a field, or in a city, when I find a peculiar staircase leading downward, decently far (about two stories), and I enter this very nicely furnished bunker, with red carpeting, bright lights, beige/white walls with small designs. I felt as if I stumbled upon an unknown place of solitude. I decided to make myself at home, and start living there. For some reason, there may have been either suvivalism out in the wilderness, or a post-apocalyptic theme to why I decided to live here. I spend about two days (in representation) living in this place, enjoying its facilities. One night, I was sleeping in the bedroom, with the front door open, overlooking the main door from down the hallway, and I was very paranoid. What if someone entered this vast place in the middle of the night while I was sleeping? What if mthis place was so vast that there were already people living in another part of this place, and they could not be trusted? I got out of bed, and tried to secure the doors franticly. I was very afraid in this place, and felt that it may render me insane if I let it get to me. I found myself a gun amongst a dresser, and attempted to load it, despite only having two bullets. I stores it somewhere and went back to sleep. … A night later, in dreamtime, I was awoken by a plethora of gunshots. I thought they were coming from above me. I heard screaming, and frantic noises. I saw a few bullets penetrate the ceiling, and I freaked out. I grabbed my gun, and out of the interest of not wanting to face any of the mess if it came down, or see anybody in case they were abruptly hostile, I ran to the womens bathroom, and hid in a stall, and closed the door. I heard the noises getting louder, knowing that they were entering. I heard footsteps of someone entering the bathroom, and tensed up. They managed to cross my stall, and gaze into it. … It was a woman my age, and see seemed very lighthearted, and calm “Whoops” … I relaxed a bit, and decided to slip out of the stall as a few more women passed by. I asked what the commotion was, and they said that they were fleeing because there was a nearby prison break and a few guys escaped. There was a guy with them, asking me if I had any hot soup for him, and I figured, why not get him some? … However, I look across the stall walls that separated the stalls from the exit (like a wrap around), and two large, burly, and seemingly agitated men entered the bathroom, with an aura of fear cast across the room. I knew these two were the ones they were running from, and in order to keep them from flipping out on us, I offered to make them a bowl of hot soup. They were receptive to the idea, and let me approach without being too hostile at first. That is when I pulled out my gun, and pointed it at one of them, telling them to back into the corner. They did so, with sinister grins on their faces. As I came around to the other side of the stall wall, one of them grabbed for his weapon, and I shot at him. I hit his leg, causing him to barrel over and go down, and he attempted to shoot me with his gun. I k new I had only one bullet left, so I did the best to avoid his shot, and aim at him correctly, aiming down the sight. My second shot missed, which prompted me to charge forward, slam his hand with my pistol, and then get atop of him, and pistol wip him until he was unconscious. Suddenly, the second, even more burly man grabbed me around the back from behind as I was trying to leave th bathroom, and stabbed me in the stomach area. I took the blow, as I also took his weapon, pulled it out, and began stabling him behind me. While disabling him, it wasn’t enough o kill him, so I decided to stab him over and over again until he was dead. As for me,… I knew I only had about an hour left to live. I gave a narration in my head about “This was it. This was my end. Bunker. Bathroom stall. Hot soup. Stabbed!” … I decided that I did not want to suffer dying over an hour, so I decided to find what was left of the blade that stabbed me, and attempted to slip my wrists, unsuccessfully. At a particular moment, I thought to myself that perhaps I should be carefull, because I began to correlate the dream to something that was possiblty happening in waking, and I didn’t not want to accidentally slit my wrists IRL through some dumb miracle.