Mydera

I noticed I didn't have this dream online, and it is one of the most current and frustrating K dreams I have had, so I wanted to go over my oddly very detailed dream notes and vivid memory of the dream and make an official dream journal memory I could go back over later, even when my dream notes have been lost.

I am going down the street where some of my paternal extended family lives. I see lights up in the sky, flying in very choreographed patterns. I am sure they are UFOs and near by. I half walk half run towards the lights. In a usually vacant field is a floating eyeball of fire, just like the eye in lord of the rings, complete with a lava tower beneath it and what looks like lava pooling out from around it on the ground. There are two girls with me, one's name is Melissa but I don't really know her or anyone like her in waking life, the other I don't even have a dream name for. The eye and lava tower become a man in a white robe with a giant eyeball mask on his head. He's running towards us throwing fire balls at us, and I happen to dodge and catch one of the robe sleeves throwing him off balance and knocking his mask off. Under the mask, he's just a nasty sweaty guy with a seriously runny nose. The runny boogers are so bad they are trailing a couple of feet down from his nose and when he tries to catch his balance sans the mask, the boogers whip out to land across my arm. Gross! We break into an empty home nearby to wash up a bit, and I take off the jacket I am wearing that got snot on it. The home owners are returning, so we run out the back door and through the woods behind the house. I briefly worry about my jacket that I left behind linking me to the break in, but my dream brain quickly stops caring. On the other side of the woods, we find a graveyard and it's sunrise. there's a truck parked out on a maintenance path, and there's a form standing outside the truck. When we get closer to the truck I realize the form is K, but his face and body are all swollen up from some sort of crazy allergic reaction to something. I wake up.

I fall back asleep thinking of the previous dream, and this time find myself walking back through the same graveyard. I am following K, though he is far ahead of me, and he quickly arrives at a house. I try to speak to him, but he is scrambling around and basically blowing me off muttering about dream research he has to do. He isn't swollen up anymore, and he looks older, haggard even. I go downstairs upset and trying to just get away from this unusual rejection. Downstairs, the basement of this house is filled to the brim with boxes and all kinds of old bikes and random junk. I manage to squeeze my way through over and around all the mess to a window. I open the window and climb through to find myself in the front yard. There's a yard sale going on in the front yard, and there are people that my dream self knew as friends sitting on the steps chatting, as well as a couple of little dogs running around the yard amid the items displayed for sale. K has walked out the front door and is still mumbling about dream research. I tell him that we are in a dream right now, and we could research better together if we could just find each other! The sudden admission that I am in a dream causes me to have a false awakening. I wake up with my cheek on a dark wooden floor facing a set of stained glass front doors. I walk towards and through those doors, and as I do the new looking floors age and become worn out looking as well as the rest of the house. When I am out in the neighborhood, I decide that K's house from earlier in the dream will be in this neighborhood, I just have to walk in the direction that feels right. I find the house with the yard sale, and K is on the front porch still. There is a rolling chair on the sidewalk near the steps he is standing and the friends are sitting on. I sit down in the rolling chair and tell him my name and the city and state I live in. He says something about "Faust" and "Curro", I am confused because his words sound muffled and distorted. I ask him to repeat them and I reach for a laptop on the ground nearby thinking I will look the words up as he tells them to me. Once again, his words are muffled and distorted and I wake up trying to concentrate on them too hard.

K was very out of character in this dream. Instead of the usual calm, collected, bad ass who always seems like he has everything under control and can protect me from anything my dreams throw at me, his allergic reaction and almost frantic mumbling about dream research made him seem very weak and very much a mess incapable of even caring for himself. In the end, he was able to kind of pull himself together and actually try to accomplish something, but even then the lack of clarity in his words and voice was very different from usual. I've contemplated that this was not really a K dream, but then no one has ever had the same feel as K in dreams, and there was no mistaking it in this dream. I have also wondered if perhaps I somehow made it into one of those random dreams we all have where our stresses and anxieties take over and we just fall apart where he was unable to control himself, assuming that K is another dreamer and not just a special dc. Then there's always the chance that my own fears and anxieties over hardly ever dreaming of K anymore caused me to dream that he was falling apart.