maboroshi

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some large area like a high school gym or an assembly hall. The place was unlit, but there was natural light coming in through some windows high up on the walls. The hall was filled with folding chairs, arranged in two aisles of seats.

I was toward the back of the seats, maybe even standing a few meters behind the back row. The seats seemed to lose their order toward the back, and may just have been scattered all over the place.

Up at the front, people had been giving presentations. There were two presentations. Each presentation was given by two people. I don't remember the first presentation.

The second presentation was about the psychology of Carl Jung. The first person gave some kind of theoretical or philosophical overview of Jung's psychology. The second person then, apparently, acted as if he were Jung, though he seemed to be acting more like Sigmund Freud.

This presentation was now over. Everybody stood up(including me? - I guess I had been sitting, now) to leave. I seemed to be eager to leave. But now someone called for me. The person said that I still had to do my presentation, which was about Freud.

I realized I had been hoping to get away without having to do my presentation. But now that it turned out I'd have to do it after all, I was actually kind of looking forward to doing it.

Dream #2

I was in some gigantic, empty structure. It was like a parking garage: just an empty, dark structure with no walls. There were no lights in the structure. I was on the second floor, which was the top floor.

The structure looked out on a big, wooden ship. The day was grey and the waters the ship was in were getting rougher and rougher.

Now a lot of people were getting onto the ship. I was something like the ship's captain -- a tall, kind of big and strong man with a long, red-brown beard.

Another man told me that perhaps we shouldn't go out to sea today. The weather was looking worse and worse.

I didn't know whether to agree with the man. It seemed like all the people getting onto the ship -- a bunch of rich-looking men and women (mostly women, I think), dressed in nineteenth-century-style suits and dresses -- were still really looking forward to the trip.

But now I was flying down, from the top of the structure, toward the ship. I could see that the ship had two levels to it. Both of these levels could be seen through the sides of the ship. In fact, there was no protection at all in these levels, and that's where the passengers would be during the trip. I now even watched as a huge wave of water poured all the way through the levels.

I knew this was trouble. But I still thought I could get the passengers on the ship and take the trip. Perhaps we'd all have to stay on the top level. But then, perhaps, the waters would clear up, and we'd be fine.

Everybody was still loading onto the ship. But now I flew over the ship's deck. I now saw that the slate-grey waters were swelling up almost to the very deck of the ship. I realized now that there was no way we could go anywhere. I decided to get the passengers off the ship.

A terrible storm had come and passed. I was now in the water with the man who had been warning me against putting the ship to sea. I'm pretty sure that all the passengers had been evacuated from the ship before the storm. But the ship itself had been sunk. The man and I were in the water, looking for the ship.

It was black night, and the man and I were taking turns diving under water to look for the ship. Eventually the man seemed to come up with what looked to me like shattered fragments of the ship. I was sure this meant the ship was somewhere below us.

Now I dived under the water -- or, rather, someone dived under the water whose viewpoint I had, though "I" was still above the water. As I saw from this other person's viewpoint, "I" myself was still wondering whether I should dive under the water.

I wondered how I would be able to see under the water. The person whose viewpoint I saw now had goggles and was wearing a scuba-diving suit. He also had a flashlight attached to his head. It shone just enough for him to see a couple meters in front of him.

The man (or I?) came upon stacks and stacks of beige, plastic cubes that almost looked like small stepping-blocks. These were apparently the basic elements that had made up the ship. The pieces were cluttered all over, almost like stacks of boxes. I knew that this meant the ship was here.

I surfaced. Now that we knew where the ship was, I thought, we would simply pull it up, and everything would be fine.

But I had surfaced into a gigantic, dark room. My headlight was still shining, I think. A few other people were also in this huge room. They probably had lights shining near them as well.

I waded in the water and looked around me. Jutting up out of the water were shattered pieces of the ship. Some of the pieces looked like the ship. Other pieces simply looked like wooden boxes or the plastic stepping-blocks. Some people were wading in the water. Others were sitting on the ship fragments.

Dream #3

I walked into "my mom's house." I came in on the first floor, through some kind of back door. The entire floor was charred, like a fire had hit it. But this seemed normal to me.

I saw a book of mine on a little counter-like space at the head of a stairwell to a basement. It was a white paperback book with red-pink lettering. It may have been a horror novel. I knew that there was a computer (perfectly fine) on a charred table a "room" over. The "rooms" were hardly rooms -- the walls had been almost completely burnt away.

I walked toward the table with the computer. My plan was to get on the internet and look at some kind of entertainment thing for a while.

But I had to walk quietly. My mom was downstairs with a few other family members. I didn't want them to hear me. I had lost my job. I was coming home really early in the afternoon. I knew if I was too loud and too obviously on the internet, my mom would wonder why I was home, and why I was wasting my time on the internet.

I heard a few of my footsteps creaking across the weak floor. I knew that I wasn't going to get through the house unnoticed. So I figured I'd just go down into the basement, let my mom know I was home, and let her know I'd lost my job.

Dream #4

I may have been looking at a website like YouTube. I had chosen a music video called "Freud Limp" from a list of video.

The video first began with some kind of Pampers diapers advertisement from the 1970s. A couple of little kids were in a place like a doctor's office with their mother. The kids all ran to a bookshelf on the left side of the room and began grabbing huge boxes of Pampers diapers off the shelves.

The music video now began. It also seemed to take place in a doctor's office. The view was of the waiting room of the office. The area was kind of small, lit with natural light and pale, fluorescent light.

There was a reception window on the right wall, possibly with an adjacent counter, which was lower than waist height, running along the back area. Behind the low counter was a wall of shelves of manila file folders holding patients' records.

As the song began, the main singer, perhaps a British man, bald, pale, kind of tough looking, was carted out with a woman and maybe two babies, on something that looked like a mix between a car for a really fast roller coaster and a grocery cart full of baby supplies.

The man sat at the back. The woman sat at the front, facing the man. The babies sat in the middle, huddled in between all the bay supplies. The man's and woman's seats may themselves had looked like car seats for little babies.

I heard the song very distinctly, and I can recall the melody. There were two verses. The first verse ended with some statement about the man seeing a smile on the woman's face and knowing that, despite all the uncaring stuff she'd said in the first part of the verse, that she really did care.

The second verse went something like:

"Sometimes I want to get away,
I want to get away, I try to get away.
But when I finally get away..."

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was probably at "my family's house." My brother and mother were around. I don't know about other people. My brother was having me act out something, and he was possibly also video taping it. It may have been a movie or a music video.

We were in a number of different bedrooms. My view was always kind of tight and low, as if I were the height of a child, with not much attentiveness to my environment. The rooms always seemed kind of small and barren, with white walls and slightly harsh incandescent light.

In a couple of instances, my brother seemed to tower above me. But our relationship was still of me as the big brother to him as the little brother. He seemed to want to impress me with whatever his video project was. I seemed to think the project was cool, and I was happy to be a part of it.

At some point my brother needed me to act like a "cool person." So I needed to wear black jeans. (WTF?) I may also have needed to wear a belt with square steel studs on it. My brother and I went searching through closets for the perfect black jeans. My mother was in one of the rooms where my brother and I were going through the closet.

At another point, we were outside the house. It was night. We may have been far from the house, possibly even in a parking lot. My brother knelt (below me now) at something like a toy chest full of jeans. There seemed to be plenty of black jeans. But none of them were right for some reason.

At another point we were in the house again, looking through a closet full of blue jeans. (I'm pretty sure that at this point my brother was much taller than I again, like I was a little kid.) My brother thought that, if all else failed, we could at least use the blue jeans. But they were all too big for me. So they were no good, too.

By this point I may have been walking around in no pants, just walking around in my underwear from place to place, looking for black jeans.

Dream #2

I was outside on a pleasant, sunny day. My view fluctuated from the left to the front. I seemed to be in the wilderness, in some open area with bare soil. It may have been on a piece of land for a cabin, or something like that. In both of my views I saw piles of stuff, like piles of discarded household items and furnishings.

I also, somehow, seemed to be reading a message from another website I participate on. My friend, MY, was telling another person, or a group of people, that she didn't judge some boy on the site for something or other.

MY then said, "----- (a man) and ----- (a woman) and I are going to have a baby. I'm pregnant with the baby. And when he walks around the yard, and his pants and diaper drop off, and I see his little bottom, I don't judge him. I think it's cute."

As I looked in front of me, there seemed to be a beam, like an upright beam of wood for the frame of a house. There also may have been other rubble, mostly wood, around the beam. Just beyond the beam there may have been a pile of household goods of some kind or another.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a kitchen in a small suburban house at night. The kitchen was dim, as if lit only by a small fluorescent light from some place like over the counter or the sink. A small oval table filled up most of the kitchen. The kitchen opened directly to the living room and gave a straight view to the house's front door, which was open.

I seem to have seen everything from a point of view as if I were sitting on the floor or as if I were a small child standing near the table.

There were a lot of people in the kitchen. Some of them were probably my family members. Others were possibly friends of my family members, but I'm pretty sure I didn't know them. We were celebrating some kind of Asian ceremonial dinner.

My old friend L stood up and said that her husband was in the bedroom. Apparently he was too sick to come out into the kitchen with the rest of us. But he was still going to celebrate the Asian ceremony. I could see him in bed, wearing pale blue, 1950s style pajamas, sitting in a big, fluffy bed, possibly even with an old style ice pack on his head and a thermometer in his mouth.

L had prepared a whole tray of dinner items for her husband. The tray was silver, and there was a tall, thin, silver coffee pot on it. L herself was dressed in an "Asian-style" (???) black, silk mini-dress. The dress was sparsely adorned along the chest with gleaming squares of red and green glass or jewels. At the waist there were squares of diamonds (?) which were arranged to look like a thick belt.

L looked so beautiful, and her dress' adornments gleamed so brightly that everybody was stunned into silence as she walked out of the kitchen. In the living room she turned left and walked out of sight. One guy in particular, possibly a fattish, oldish man, had his mouth wide open in arousal.

There seemed to be much fewer people in the kitchen now. In fact, it may have been just my mom, one other person, and I. I now saw a line of older, Asian men walking into the house and filing into the kitchen. There were three or four men.

The men wore long, slender robes of a thin material like bed sheets. The robes were kind of neutral colors, like pale, light brown. They had kind of standard, paisley-like designs, like you might see on a bandana. The men also wore headdresses that seemed to be made out of something like wicker or twisted twigs. The headdresses were like three or four tall loops that tiered upward to look something like crowns. At least one of the men also wore eyeglasses.

Despite this kind of drab appearance, something about the Asian men seemed to be iridescent and gleaming, as if just a thin patina of some kind of purple, pink, and blue material were coating the crowns and possibly also the robes. I didn't know whether to be impressed by or disappointed by the men.

I ended up walking away from the table and into the living room as my mom began speaking with the men, possibly doing something like making arrangements for whatever kind of ceremony they might be performing for everybody at the house. As I walked away from the table I was probably seeing from the viewpoint of a small child.

I could hear my mom talking as I walked into the living room. When I got into the living room, it was daytime. The living room was kind of full of bright daylight. I turned left. I now saw from my adult height. One of my uncles possibly sat in a recliner chair at the left side of the room.

My mom was still in the kitchen, talking with someone like my uncle. I could hear her as if she were speaking from within the back of my head. She was complaining about my uncle (as if she weren't speaking to him!). She said, "I have a lot of energy to do things. Not like him. Because I don't do all those things he does, like listen to rock music and write weird stories on the internet."

I felt guilty because I listen to rock music and write stories on the internet. So I felt like maybe I was wasting my energy instead of doing useful things. I may have started looking at a tall, thin bookcase which was near the front door.

I now had a view of a scene like from a movie. There were two male police officers. They were plainclothes detectives, and they were dressed in suits, possibly 1970s style suits. One cop was black. The other cop was Mexican, and may have looked like a fat, worn-out version of Jimmy Smits.

One of the cops got shot in the stomach. The other cop seemed to be really surprised by this, and he opened and puckered his mouth as if he himself had gotten shot in the stomach.

Dream #2

I was in a room that was like a copy room in an office. But it also seemed to be part of some building in the woods, like a ranger center in a national park. There was a window letting in a moderate amount of natural light. But there were no lights on in the room, I think. The room itself may have been pretty cluttered. There was even a cot-like bed near the door into the hallway of the office.

I stood by the copier, waiting for some printing job of mine to come out. Apparently I was waiting for some kind of series of pages of charts or tables for a report that my boss was putting out.

The job itself was four pages long, each page with two tables. The tables themselves may have consisted of a title section and a body. But both the title and body were just empty rectangles. There were paragraphs of description between each table. A number of copies were being printed out, but they were interspersed with two other jobs that some other people at the office were printing out.

Both of the other jobs were being printed in color. They had green lettering. One just appeared to be the print out of a Power Point presentation -- although it seemed like it was only the back pages of the presentation: all the legal disclosures "fine print." The other report seemed to be written all in Arabic. It may have been a full report, including maps (of Africa?), but it also included a lot of "fine print" pages, also in Arabic.

The jobs were all being printed out so randomly that I had to sift through all the pages just to find my pages. I was getting so tired that I actually sat down in a small, cot-like chair right next to the copier's feed area and slouched far back while shuffling through the loads of paper that kept coming out.

I was apparently wearing khaki shorts and no shirt. My pale blue shirt, which I wear to bed at night, was laying somewhere, as if I had been wearing it, but I had taken it off. Also, at some point, bright, fluorescent lights were on in the copy room.

As I shuffled through the loads of paper, I became really interested in the report written in Arabic. I couldn't understand any of it, obviously, but it seemed to be about something really interesting.

Suddenly my boss opened the door. The chair was so close to the door that my boss couldn't open the door all the way. He looked in and saw what I was doing -- looking through all these other reports. He started to ask me about something work-related. But, disgusted with me, he stopped talking and just shut the door.

I felt bad for having been looking at the other reports. But I then wondered why I should feel bad. My boss had set me to the task of retrieving all these pages. And that's what I was doing. They were just all coming out so randomly that I had begun to occupy myself with other stuff in the meantime.

But, still, feeling guilty, I stood up and walked around in the copy room, as if walking around would somehow prove that I was actually working. The lights were off again in the copy room, and only natural light from the window came in.

I could now hear my boss complaining to someone, possibly one of his bosses, about how he had discovered me in the copy room, wearing shorts and no shirt. I suddenly became conscious of the weirdness of my attire, even though I had been aware of my attire before. I wondered how I could have worn my night time shorts and shirt to work, and what would have made me take off my shirt altogether.

There was apparently a back door to the copy room now. It was open. I looked out. There was something like a forest scene: pine trees, and grey, kind of chilly light.

I looked back into the copy room to find my shirt. I may have found it on the bed. I walked over to the bed. The bed was now full of food. A lot of the food was stuff like snack bars and yogurt-covered fruit and nuts and stuff. Some of the snack bars were like oatmeal with red jelly. There were also Ziploc bags and brown paper lunch bags on the table. There may also have been some kind of padded carrying bags.

I realized that I had to put together a few lunches, at least for myself. It wasn't quite like I was going on a hiking trip, but it was like I was going away for a while, and possibly into the woods. I may have been going with a group of friends. I started to focus on the task of putting the lunches together. I wondered if I would do a good job.

I was now standing next to my sister. My sister's best friend A was also in the room. My sister may have said something. I may have made a really careless comment that made my sister feel really bad about herself. I realized as soon as I'd said it that I shouldn't have said it.

My sister made a weird comment, in a cheerful tone, regarding the way people feel when people make bad comments about them. It was like my sister wasn't acknowledging -- maybe didn't even realize -- the bad thing I'd said. But she was expressing almost exactly my guilty feelings after what I'd said.

I looked at my sister. She was really short and really fat. She had a scrunched in, extremely solid-looking face, which looked like the face of A's mother, except that it was deep red and rock hard. I felt really bad, because I felt like my statement may have made my sister look like this.

It was now like the room was just a bedroom-sized room with just the bed in it. The back door still opened out to the forest. The floor was white tile. My mom now came into the room at some point and began complaining about my sister. I walked out of the room at some point. I walked into a hallway which may have led to a living room. I then came back into the room.

For some reason my sister and A had taken over the task of putting the lunches together. But they may actually have stopped making the lunches. We were still going away into the mountains. But it was also like we weren't going into the mountains. We were no longer going outside.

My sister explained. She said she'd heard some kind of siren-like or buzzing noise outside. This noise was something like either a man-made alarm or some other kind of indicator of a dangerous situation. My sister said, "It sound like there's going to be a lot of radiation outside. I thought we shouldn't go out there. I even think this might be the end of everything for us. There might be too much radiation in the air."

Good morning, everybody. My dream recall from last night is pretty fragmented, especially for the first dream.

Dream #1

In the context of something else I can no longer remember, I was looking at a website which offered some kind of songwriting (?) service. The user would either be charged by word written or by number of whole songs (?) written, depending on how many songs had been written and how long the songs were.

Dream #2

I was coming home at night. I was across the street from "my apartment building." I looked up to the windows of "my apartment" and saw that my lights were on. This, I knew, meant that someone was in my place, as if someone had broken into my place and was just hanging around in there while I was away.

I was now in "my apartment." I was going from room to room, trying to find whether the person was still there. I had a lot of rooms.

In one of the rooms, possibly the bathroom, I pulled back the curtains to the window. I saw that the window was wide open. I knew that the person who had come in here had gotten in through this window.

I went through the rooms, trying to find evidence that someone had been in my place. Was anything missing or misplaced? Was anything in disarray? But I don't think I found anything wrong. I may eventually have found some mess under or on top of a bed in a dim bedroom.

I eventually had one of my friends come over to investigate as well. I don't recognize my friend, and I'm not sure I ever saw him directly in the dream. He was an older, tall, white man with carefully arranged, grey, wavy hair. He wore a very nice suit.

At some point the man and I had left the apartment. I probably had to go on with my normal daily life despite the threat of this house invader.

But the man had an idea. If I stayed close to the apartment but I made it look like I had left the apartment building with no intention of coming back, perhaps the intruder would come back.

So now the old man and I were milling around in the deli near my building. I was probably looking at some bags of chips.

At some point, it may have become evident that the intruder was back in my place. The old man and I may have headed back to the place.

Dream #3

I was watching some old clip of a role Sarah Silverman had had as a child. Apparently she was in some kind of show about high school kids But she looked as young as an elementary school kid. She was also wearing a costume that looked like a plush easter bunny costume, except that it was Elmo-red.

Silverman stood on some huge stage, like for the Lawrence Welk show. The stage and the background were a seamless pink. Silverman stood with a young male friend beside a minivan, which was being displayed, as if for a game show. The front of the minivan was pointed toward the back of the stage.

Silverman was doing some act where she was supposed to be giving a huge, smart monologue about all the great characteristics of this prize minivan. But, as part of the act, she kept screwing up her lines until, out of frustration, she (still part of the act) threw the boy into the minivan and then slammed the sliding door shut.

Silverman then got into the front seat of the van. The shot was from the inside of the van now. It felt like the van was also oriented in the opposite direction.

Silverman was still giving some kind of monologue as she pouted and slouched in the seat, her knees up against the steering wheel. The monologue was supposed to be funny.

But the audience (of whom I hadn't been aware previously) was booing Silverman. Apparently they had been really offended by the way she had thrown the young man in the car, even though it had only been meant to be the comedic climax to her act.