Skygerobrian

11/25/2012
5:00am
non lucid

Bear
My girlfriend and I were up above my childhood town by the irrigation ditch which was drained. Sneaking along the ditch was three small anthropomorphic animals. There was a badger, a raccoon, and something else maybe a bird. On the other side of the ditch I saw a baby bear. My girlfriend said "Ahhh". It was cute as all hell and I noticed another one. I knew that momma bear would be showing up and so I climbed up a downed tree and up it at an angle to its stump. It had been cut with a chainsaw, was pretty skinny, and right in front of its stump was another almost identical stump. I was having trouble balancing and intended on jumping to the next stump when I saw momma come through the brush roaring angrily. "Beth, get up here!" Beth is my sisters name and I said "Why did I call you Beth? Sorry, but get up here".. Not like it would have done a bit of good because we were right between the babies and their mother. And now there was two moms. Last thing I remember was deciding whether or not to jump down and run away along the ditch.


Scuba Diving
I was looking through the newspaper classified for rental homes and came across an interesting add. For some reason it gave a higher price if you were a certified scuba diver or treasure hunter. The scene transitioned and my girlfriend and I were standing behind an old yellow 1 bedroom house by a shallow bay. We stood on a small, cracked patio surrounded by a row of brick that sort of held back the over grown grass, weeds, and bushes. Who new what old useless things were buried in the mud and the grass. It was cold, damp, and the sky was gray. Looking at one edge of the patio under some brush was some tanks and scuba gear. I come to the conclusion that the reason the rent was higher was because of they didn't want to share the treasure.

Soon enough we get into the water and swim around just a bit. I am a bit nervous and so I don't dive to deep. In fact I don't dive any more than I would without gear. Out in the bay are a few old boats and a some steal oil rig looking thing. I decide that there isn't going to be anything out there and that this was a waist of time and possibly dangerous. My girlfriend is is reluctant to get out despite the cold. End

over 6 years ago I think

I was kidnapped by a group of thugs and put in the back seat of some sedan. They had guns and I think hoods. My dad may have bin in the car. We pull up to a country home. It had a porch wrapped around two sides and was slightly run down. To get to the front door you had to walk up some stairs to the left of the driveway. At the top to the left was a yard and to the right was the house. Their was a tree in the yard, hard dirt, probably some chew toys, and bushy ivy covered banks that sloped down to the road and driveway below.

Inside the house in the living room was a table with a large map. My parents were there with the thugs and kind of making fun of me. They all went over some plan with me and explained what was going on. I still thought it was messed up. We went back outside and the tree had pages from a book in place of its leaves. I think I was supposed to use them to break some code. I had trouble getting all the pages. END

8:17 AM
This dream was vivid, strange and at one point very disorienting. It is also a dream location I remember visiting once as a child.

I was walking uphill on a street that was located behind the apartments where I used to live. At the top the scenery changed from mimicking real life to a path I'd traveled before. It was a dirt road that disappeared into the forest no more than 100 yards from where I was. On either side were old fences and buildings that could have bin from a movie set in the late 1800s. There were also a few DC that fit in with the scenery. They glanced up from time to time but seamed to be preoccupied with their activities(racking, moving dirt with wheelbarrows, etc.) At this point I realized that my girlfriend was with me and knew that I had bin here before with my brother.

We continued down the road a little ways until I held up in front of an old almost invisible(because of bushes) house. I wanted to show my g.f. the house because I remembered being there before. Between us and the house was a fence burred by overgrown bushes. Even the small wooden gate was overgrown. We found our way through and across the years of leaves and pine-needle build up to the house. The house was made of old red bricks, it was rectangular and had two stories. At one point or another the house had caught fire,,, you could tell from the char marks around the broken glass and brick of the large evenly spaced windows. there were small some holes in the roof. We went in through the front door.

Inside the house was filled with dust and, furniture and boxes. The Entry room took up most the of the floor-plan but somehow the rooms that lined the backside of the house were almost as big. The rooms were empty and a less dusty.
Above the main room was walk way that went across one short side and then across the backside of the house. More doors opened from the the walkway into rooms that were almost identical to the ones downstairs. We went to the second floor to look around though I don't remember there being any stairs.

It was really hard navigate on the second floor.. the dust was like a foot of thick almost snow-like ash. I began to feel vertigo and heaviness as I walked toward the back room. It felt like I was falling through the floor and like I was on both floors at the same time. (g.f. left dream) I made it to the room which was had a swept wooden floor. looking in to the left side of the room was my old duffel bag... I naturally investigated.

Inside the bag was an old ticket stub from some church function I had gone to when I was young and still a believer. There may have bin an old bible too(not sure, there were a few other things in there like rolled up socks). But the most weirdest thing I found was a bag of Kentucky Fried Chicken. I think at this point there were other people in the building and someone had brought KFC in a zip lock bag as well... In total I wound up with 3 bags of chicken 1 being 20 years old(and still hot), 2 were new(1 cold one hot). I was a bit confused about which one was which, But I was hungry so I ate anyway.. I'm pretty sure I got the old one but it was absolutely delicious.