Unfortunately, I have been slacking with my discipline and efforts to have lucid dreams and therefore didn't just have no lucid dreams in a long time, but even started forgetting my non-lucid dreams again. This morning, however, I woke up and remembered this dream: Standing in our newly purchased manufactured home with my wife and some other people (In my dream it was only about a third as wide as in real life and a lot more mobile home like), I was on the phone with someone when suddenly the whole house jolted. My first reaction was "What the hell is going on?" and looked out the window as the whole house started rolling. I saw it hitched to something and remembered "right. it is a mobile home after all, but why are we being towed? Being that I had been talking on a more traditional land line phone, I tried to figure out if the phone still worked, but it didn't. I had been disconnected. The telephone line was also rather loose, so I started pulling it to see why. I pulled and pulled and found a backpack on the other end which looked like a construction-site phone-in-a-backpack with several buttons on it. The blinkythingies it seemed to have were dark so I figured it had run out of battery. Looking up again, I found myself in a train of sorts. I guess my house decided that it if was moving, it might as well transform into something that did it properly. There were other people in the train, too. We stopped, the door opened, and something I had dropped, something small, cylindrical, started rolling towards the open door, and someone was nice enough to kick it back to me to keep it from rolling out of the train. I picked it up. My wife decided to go investigating what happened to our house and walked towards a staircase descending into the floor of the train as we started rolling again. I ventured on to find some answers on this level. I quickly reached the end of the train and sat down. An ugly girl appeared behind the sliding door of the end of the wagon and hesitated to come in. Maybe because I didnt invite her in. After all, it was my house. So I nodded to her and she came in and sat down. She explained that because she's ugle, she is used to not being welcome everywhere. Eventually, we reached a train station somewhere in the city and got out. Neither of us were familiar with the place but decided to find our destination together. Our journey first lead through some darker garages of sorts and then alongside the masonry structure around a cathedral. On the far side of the cathedral, going down the hill, a group of people, quite a fuzz, stormed the other way. Amongst them were a few policemen and women. I tried to get the policewoman's attention but she just sprayed me with something in excitement. Upon seeing my dumbfounded reaction, she just said that's what the police do when there's a tumult. Accepting that I was going to get any help from her, I walked on. The end of the hill lead to a street and I turned and followed the sidewalk. The girl which accompanied me had turned into my niece from Colorado and suddenly, the place didnt seem so strange anymore. It was her home town. I noticed there were a lot of broken light bulbs on the ground. They were all over the place, like it was the colorado version of the occasional piece of litter on the street. I had already stepped on a few small ones, breaking them under my shoes and my cousin commented that here in Colorado, they didnt have recycling programs for light bulbs and people didnt know what to do with them. Thats all I remember.
02/05/11 "You're leaving? How the hell are you planning to get out of the city?" "By bus." "That route's run by the gangs. Do you know what they could do to you?" "I'd kill them if they tried." "You'd try to kill them, you mean." "Well, yes." An image forms in my mind. The bus I'm on, forced to the side of the road. The leader grabs me by the arm, hauls me to my feet. Keeping center of balance low, I take a quick step past him. Use his grip against him, grab, throw, dislocate his shoulder. Follow through to the next man, punch to the solar plexus. Disarm the knife, strike to the throat. Unrealistic? Depends on reaction time of second man. Don't underestimate. "Fine," she says, with the look of a person with too many stubborn people in her life. "I'm coming with you." One Way. Scare Factor: 2.
★★★☆☆ SOLO SENTENCE ESPRESSO It takes fifteen minutes of standing on the train tracks and yelling before the chupacabra shows up and dies and is recorded onto a tape so that its soul is sufficiently trapped for eternity (or until the sequel); I'm late for work and Dean's hit by a train, but we get better. Chupacabra. Chupacabras? Scare Factor: 3.
★★★☆☆ 10/28/10 Scrambling up wet black rocks, spray from the waterfall soaking me to the bone. Straight up to the top of the vertical cliff face. Looking out over the dark river snaking through the vast canyon, all sound drowned out by the constant roaring of the falls. Green, black, silver, and blue... It's a clear, crisp day, and I let the joy of the moment wash over me. The water is too shallow for me to jump safely... but this is a dream. I'm already half awake as I jump, as I plummet. Icy tendrils cut through me as I hit the ice-green water with a splash. I crawl through the interior of a small school bus surrounded by schools of fish. The sunlight from above barely reaches us, filtered through the water to be a dark yellow-green. I push through the wall of the bus, and it gives way like plastic wrap. I breathe. Around me, in every direction, are silver fish of every possible size and description. A face appears through the murk. A mermaid, her tail flicking around my leg and then she's in front of me. We're reaching for each other and we're kissing and the scene fades... And I'm sitting next to him, our knees touching as we laugh about some random happenstance. Seaweed. Scare Factor: 2/10.
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