OutlawPig
El cerdo bandolero.

Last night I had a dream, and I remember the ending of it somewhat well. I was in a very foggy place. The air was white and I don't think I could see the sun because of the thick fog. I could see things close to myself, which was mostly the ground, which was rough natural stone. I think I had somebody with me but I don't remember who. There was a small incline to another area, and I got the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there, or that people don't usually go there, but I climbed the small craggy slope up like 1.5 meters and went anyway. I had been standing next to a small stream with an intricate worn path in the rock ground. After climbing up, I noticed an arch, sort of like a doorway. I don't remember too much about it, but it was made of several stones and there may have been some foliage as well, and somewhere I saw letters or symbols(I don't recall if they were on the arch or inside or what). I walked around it and looked through from the other direction, and saw a small dark room(I don't remember seeing anything in front of it from the other direction, the arch stood alone I think), with some hanging moss(Spanish moss?) partially obstructing my view. I remember seeing a little bit of the color dark purple, I know that the moss was a dull grey green. Either I or somebody with me said, or I thought to myself, there is a bear inside. It wasn't scary but it was sort of discomforting. I or we kept moving, but I don't remember what else I did or saw in that rocky misty land.

The landscape was kind of like this, but with more fog everywhere. After a google image search, I know that the landscape was much like the highlands of Scotland, with more exposed rock-- but not particularly jagged rock, it was craggy but worn smooth enough to climb and walk on.

I know I don't remember much, but I can't stop thinking about that place. It was really nice.

EDIT: My not-quite-accurate-but-close illustration

This happened over a week ago, but I'm recording it here now.

I remember very little, but I remember several fragments of different dreams. The first dream repeated twice, and I know because after the second time, I knew what somebody was going to say before they said it-- I'd heard it before. I realized that I'd seen all of this happen before. I was sitting in a hotel room, I stood up and shouted, "I'm lucid dreaming!", and the the dream faded to black. I "woke up" in a similar hotel room with my brother sitting across the room. I told him, "I just lucid dreamed!!", then that faded to another dream. It was strange, because I remember thinking back to and recalling my few seconds of lucidity, while I was in the next dream. I don't remember the dream, but that while it happened, I kept thinking back, like, "wow, I finally LD'd!". That is all.

This dream happened, oh, a week ago, but I didn't record it here.

It was a pretty decent length, and I remembered quite a lot compared to normal. It begins:

It's the first day of school at my high school, except that the layout of the school is slightly changed. My brother comes to tell me that he has forgotten something at home, and I need to drive him home to go retrieve it. I don't remember the drive, only coming to school the second time. I have the feeling that I've left several times and am now back at school quite late. I head to whatever the mathematics class I take in the dream is, and walk alongside the calculus teacher-- we'll call him Mr. K. Mr. K looks at me confusedly, and asks why I'm not going to calculus. I try to explain to him that I didn't want the heavy homework load and that I'd wanted to, but the class didn't fit in my schedule(this is false, I am taking calculus in real life).

Time passes and I'm unsure what happens-- I think I visit a few other strange classes, and walk about the school-- until I find myself behind the school building where there appears to be a gathering of students. I don't pay attention to them because I don't really care about them, I'm more interested in going over to the left a ways where there is normally a back entrance to the school. In real life the door and cement area outside has an overhang over it, but in the dream the entire area was scaled much larger, and transformed into a large picnic area with wooden picnic tables in rows. There was a very tall chain link fence the length and height of the structure, on the side facing me. I walked around the fence, and it gets weird.

I find some student-- I don't remember what they looked like or what they were doing. I only know that they were doing something that would get them in trouble, something that was against the rules. I stick around, and then the principle storms out of the back door. It's the principle from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. He's pissed. I don't know what happens to the student I am with, but the principle comes to me and is very angry-- I am getting in trouble even though I didn't do anything, I figure he thought I had since I was next to the delinquent student. He restrains both of my hands behind my back and forces me to the ground. I am kneeling facing away from the end of a picnic table, while he sits on a seat on the table and holds my hands behind my back with one hand. He is furious, and shouting nonsense about my guilt. He next brandishes a knife and begins using it to gesture with his free right hand as he speaks. I am outraged that he thinks it okay to pull a knife on a student. He waves the knife wildly about, and eventually nicks me with the blade and I tell him that he has cut me and that he is going to get into a large amount of trouble. You simply cannot cut a student, sir. He tells me something along the lines of, "don't be a pussy", and grabs my hand. He clenches my hand on the blade of the knife and draws it out. It is a strange feeling. It's not painful like a real cut, it's prickly and strange and I can feel the knife separate my skin but without the burning pain that would be expected. It's like when you have a half healed cut, so that it no longer hurts but the skin is separated, and you can feel the numb skin touch together when you move your hand because the wound opens and closes. It's gross, and I remember it vividly.

I am staggeringly outraged. He's purposefully cut me, right down the palm of my hand. His ass is going to jail. I'm just beside myself, not with joy, but in astounding anger. Why the fuck would you think that would be appropriate, Mr. Principle? "You can't do that. My god, you cannot do that to a child, sir. You can't." He laughs, somehow I am free of him and arrive in the kitchen of my house. My family members are seated around the room. I rush from one to the next, trying to explain the situation to them, and the injustice that had been done to me. I am trying very hard to yell, to be loud, to express myself, but I can barely talk. It's just a whisper, and I can't find the words I need to say to make them understand. I feel trapped inside myself, I'm boiling on the inside, I want them to know that an adult that is supposed to be trusted with students just pulled a knife on one, and cut him. Nobody is interested, they just blow me off. Mom and Dad don't care, they just look away. I want to cry, I have a lump in my throat. Then the man shows up again, and the scene changes.

I'm near a river and it's evening time, the sun is setting. I'm in a wooded area, with forest to the sides. There is a somewhat clear path through the forest, snaking up a small incline into the distance. I know in my head that this is the direction that I must escape to. I don't recall, but I think that there was nobody around. I knew that I had been a captive of the principle, though. I fled, I don't remember the running away part. I remember approaching the edge of the woods, almost safe, when it hits me. I left the other student who had gotten in trouble behind. I make my way back to go and rescue him. Now there are people about. They're the principles cronies, and they're gunslingers with six-shooters. I somehow make it back to where the student is held captive, and thankfully there is nobody around in that area. I realize that I have a pistol as well, but it never occurs to me that I could use it if I needed to. The student is tied to a table near the riverbank. I now look at him, and observe that he is a perhaps half African-American with natural afro-hair. He is several years younger than me, or he looks young. I quickly untie him, and give him my weapon. I think I find another pistol, or had two, because I recall still holding one. Then the principles cronies start wooping in the background and come through the trees towards us. I know in my head that the other person is going to be okay, so we split up and run in opposite directions. A few gunslingers follow me, wearing tattered clothing and wild-west style boots, I believe several are wearing cowboy hats. They are sprinting along side me, instead of tackling me. One shoulders me repeatedly, the way that cars may do in a chase scene in an action movie, by steering into each other while driving in the same direction alongside each other. He pulls his gun but does not fire. I remember that I am holding a gun, but I don't think to or want to use it.

Eventually they chase me up a path alongside the craggy ledge of a ravine. I see that the path swerves and know that if I don't slow down, my momentum will take me off the edge before I can turn. There is a wooden and barbed wire barricade to the side that I would need to turn around, but in the heat of the moment, I decide to leap through it. It is made of several boards on top, log cabin style so that it is impenetrable, followed by a gap with two strands of barbed wire strung between wooden posts, followed by more boards. All I know is that I need to get to the other side of it quickly. I basically say "fuck it" and leap through the barrier, sideways, so that my body is horizontal as I pass between the strands of barbed wire. I am thrilled that I could pull it off and I believe my followers run into the barrier or have to run around it. Sadly, my joy is short lived, and I am woken up.

The end.

This morning I fell asleep after my alarm went off. When I woke up, I scribbled down "cat", and "the secret lies with Charlotte". I was very sure of what I was doing. I now have no clue what I was talking about. National Treasure reference?

Absolute failure. I don't remember a single thing about my dreams last night. I think one of the things I did wrong was going to bed earlier than usual and sleeping longer than normal. I'm definitely a creature of habit, sleeping too long throws me off.