01/09/12 Hidden Realms I am with a couple of other people in some kind of an archaeological dig site, we are looking for an old diary that contains a lot of information about the people who used to live there. The dig site looks more like a mine than a typical archaeological dig site, and I am down in a tunnel digging around for any sign of artifacts. I find a few pieces of a clear crystalline substance and put one piece in my pocket. Someone there with me, a woman, says not to do that… if they catch me stealing that gem I will be put to death. I decide it isn't worth the risk and I drop the crystal back on the ground. I continue looking. I don't find a book, but I find a large chunk of the crystal. It is the size of a small brick. No one is around me now, and I think maybe I can jack this one… it is sure to be valuable. I hide it in the bottom of a backpack I am wearing, under a lot of clothes and stuff. I'm not sure why I had all that with me, but I did. I exit the mines with the backpack and tell the people outside I really need a short break. They say I can have 10 minutes… and a drink of water, and a small snack… then back to work. I agree to that and head over to the tent where we take breaks. I hide the backpack out behind the tent in a thick cluster of bushes then I go inside. I take a drink of water and eat a cheese sandwich. I am thinking it is about time to go back to work. I wonder if the backpack will be safe from discovery. I figure it should be, and if it is gone, at least it can't be connected to me! Tower Heist I am with a partner and we are breaking into a tall building to steal something from the penthouse. The target of our theft is an old book, I'm not sure what is so important about the book. My partner is a big black guy, he is large as in he is tall, muscular, and a bit on the overweight side. Getting in to the bottom levels of the building isn't a problem. It is publicly accessible. Getting higher up is a bit more of a problem. We end up climbing through the hatch on the roof of the elevator and scaling up a maintenance ladder in the elevator. That isn't too difficult… and we get to the penthouse rather easily. This is going easier than I had expected. We get in the penthouse and look around for a while, my partner finds the book we're looking for. Then someone comes into the penthouse… we need to get out… but the exit is blocked. We go to the window and out onto an outside deck. It is a long way down… My partner has a rope with him and a roll of tape that looks like electrical tape. He says it will hold any weight, and I have no doubt of it. He tapes the rope to the edge and lowers himself over, climbing slowly down and cursing that he hates heights. I lower myself down after him after slipping the book we were after into the waist band of my jeans. We lower ourselves down quite a way and then run out of rope. My partner tapes the other end of the rope to the building and then somehow releases the upper end with a shake of the rope. It doesn't occur to me that this could happen by accident… Now we are able to lower ourselves the rest of the way at which point my partner retrieves the rope and we are able to make our escape.
Well, last night was quiet a busy night of dreaming. I dreamed about being in a pawn shop with my boss looking at an awesome rifle with 2 scopes. I remember thinking this seemed impossible, and then i put it on layaway. then, i dreamed i was in the prep room at work and there was a deviant younger person there that was taking bodies and putting them on a cart and playing with them like toy cars; very disturbing. For some reason, no one felt they could say anything to him out of fear. I had several other dreams, but as the day has gone by i have forgotten them. Today, i have been trying Lucid Living and hoping it will transfer into my dream world.
Same story as past few days, recall stays pretty poor, but so does my general imsomnia. Anyway, here's another "classic" dream, or more like "WTF?" dream. Short one because I'm feeling lazy. Wardrobe Malfunction Times Ten Date: June 10th, 2009 Lucid: No I was sitting at my computer, as usual and my little sister was watching Disney Channel, as usual as well. Some kind of concert was starting. Miley Cyrus and some other girl were performing. Ryan Seacrest was the host. Ryan got really excited for some reason and started screaming and shouting in excitement. Even my sister was amazed how he shouted. Then Miley and the other girl comes into the pictures and I'm astounded. She had only some black, too small bikini on and they were somehow wrong - the nipples were showing. I guess it could have been erotic, but I was too confused by the sight to even think anything like that. WTF? How could anything like that happen? Something happened and the Miley had changed her clothes - this time to a white, beautiful princess dress. Except that the dress had no top, her breasts were completely exposed this time. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! Now the real worrying thing here is that I saw a dream that had Miley Cyrus and Ryan Seacrest in it. Disturbing times...
I wasn't able to post my dream journal this morning, because I had to go to the dentist. I was only able to remember one very vague dream anyways. Something about my mother who was working at some house. I was there as well and was afraid that I would scare her, because she probably didn't expect me to be there. Something more interesting to post is that I woke up at about 4:00 - 5:00 AM and tried to do a WILD. At first I didn't want to, because I was laying there just perfectly. But after a few minutes I thought 'why the hell not' and tried it. I did some stretching and the reverse blinking technique and got really relaxed. Unfortunately, my mouth and eyes were extremely dry. As if I was dehydrated or something. (I did drink a few bottles of water that day, so I figured that it wasn't a big deal and tried to ignore it. After a few minutes I noticed a big change in appearance. My head was extremely clear as if I was 100% awake. After another few minutes I noticed some visual hallucinations. It looked like there were balls of light flying around my head. My throat was really bugging me right now and I automatically tried to swallow. This stopped the hallucinations, so I turned to my side and tried again. I rested my hand below my pillow and it started to feel very numb. (As if it wasn't receiving any blood at all.) I ignored it since it was probably part of the SP. The part of my throat that was bugging me started to feel like it was vibrating. It was some kind of tingling feeling right where it was hurting me before. Some other parts of my body were tingling, at one point it even felt like a very small part of me fell off. (It was very real, I even felt it fall down on another piece of skin) Although I felt all these things, I never transitioned into a full body SP or a Lucid dream. After about an hour I decided to just go back to sleep.
Wednesday 1/4/2012 DR 5am - illegals crossing river; in class with teacher S; game show on TV Thursday 1/4/2012 Took an evening nap - new HH - 1 tiny heart and 1 happy face Friday Jan.6/2012 bed 11:55pm Set up another experiment - put a small piece of paper with one letter and a colored pen on top of my kitchen cabinet to try to see it in OBE. GM at 5am woke up from OBE at 6:35am OBE#6 I’m in my bed trying to OBE/WILD. I suddenly realize, I see my room from the correct vantage point, as I’m laying on my left side. It’s darker than in WL (I have some nightlights IWL). All I see is left side of the bed. Right next to me is my cat. I see her as energy in shape of sleeping, balled-up cat. I immediately start rolling out. It takes me a few tries, I’m amazed, she is like a little speed bump. I’m not worried about hurting her, because I know, IWL she is closer to my feet. So I roll out and fall to the ground. I start crawling on all four towards the kitchen. IWL, its about 8 feet from my bed. As I’m crawling in total dark, I realize, I could feel my way. As I raise my right arm, I bump into a piece of furniture. I grab the round, smooth, cool leg of a desk/chair. Right behind it is a cabinet. I don’t know how, but next thing I’m looking at the top of the kitchen cabinet. It’s much brighter now and I can see a piece of paper identical to the one I put up there IWL and I clearly see capital letter T. Next to it is a small packet of handy-wipe and text on it is in orange cursive. I take it as a color of a pen I left up there. Other than this, there is a bunch of letters and postcards, addressed to me. I can clearly read my full name written in cursive, not in my handwriting. There is also a book. I really wish I could read that all, but I wake up. After I wake up, I check , if I got the letter and color right. Nope, the paper I left up there has a big square on it and the pen is green. I was disappointed, especially, because I don’t own any table or chair, that could account for the leg I grabbed in OBE, and I really wanted to go OOB in physical realm - identical or near identical to waking life. It took me almost 2 days to realize, that I actually do, and It’s exactly where I felt it. I played back in my mind, how I rolled out and crawled and as I’m following my path, I see a small foot-rest, that has 4 6-inch legs and they look exactly as what it felt in my OBE. WBTB 7am-817am Regular Dream: I’m in Mexico. Some nice resort. We go to the pool. Beautiful clear blue water. I dive in, feels good. Next time we come, the pool is closed. Someone with flu contaminated it. Bunch of people disappointed. We decide to go to the beach, but we see dark clouds gathering in the distance. Wind is starting and I see something like a tornado. I take pictures. People are trying to take shelter in the yard of the hotel. I’m in the yard, next to the door. Someone is banging it, trying to get in. The white door is locked and padlocked. I open it anyway and in walk two children. More people come in. Also one female officer. We start to joke, saying wow, this is not a dream, unlike other, that were dreams. I agree with her, this is not a dream. Then a big UFO appears in the sky. We are all looking up. I'm taking lots of pictures. The UFO separates into different shapes, it’s trying to tell us something. Suddenly, a pile of broken-up weapons appear on the ground. I have a feeling, they tell us to “take out the trash”, as in weapons are trash of the mankind and we should get rid of them. Saturday, 1/7/2012 Bed 10pm Traveling on train with my friend M. There are 3 different stations, that feel like videogame levels. Sunday, 1/8/2012 Bed 12:45 am B-complex 50mg at 5pm Lots of dreams, didn’t write them down
Right, I had a fragment last night, a full dream and a lucid. I could have remembered more on the fragment, but it was a false awakening. And it went undetected until the morning when I was shocked to see my DJ empty. D: The fragment was me, at nursery with other people my age. Just to let you know, I'm not in nursery any more The most I could remember of any fragment was this... I was in a shop, and I recalled being in the shop many times before. In reality, I have never been. I remember remembering the Christmas decorations being up all year round, except in December. I looked at some hats, and there were the funkiest hats ever... The hat was a dress, and at the top, instead of a bobble was a small body and a head. At the bottom, attached to the head were feet... The feet were round, and they snapped open. If you put your hair inside, you would have pigtails and a doll sitting on top of your head. This has been copyrighted by me in my dreams. I have dates and blogs on my side if you try to steal the idea. :3 Well anyway, I wanted them, but I thought it was too expensive, and it was too small for me. D: Anyway, onto the lucid. I was at my dad's house, waiting for my dad to come and pick me up. Everywhere, there was grass, and it even grew on the roads. There were rainbows in the air and everybody was happy. The houses were just hills. My dad came, not in his normal taxi but in a handsome carriage (Google if you like)! I got in, and became lucid. I couldn't get out because he was going so fast, so I decided it was impossible for me to teleport. I decided I wanted to fly, and I saw a hill in front of us. I asked dad how fast we could go, and he shouted back, 'Let's find out!' He made the horses go really fast and everything was almost a blur, and I felt myself flying. I thought I was flying, but then we landed at the top of the hill. This hill was different, behind it there was a cobbled ground and lots of people begging for money. I reached into my bag to find that it was full of chocolate coins, so I threw them to the people and they all started singing. Not too long later, I woke up! Happy Dreaming
In a big, spherical room. There are heaps of people, including me, locked (maybe chained?) to the wall, all the way round. There is an evil AI in the middle of the room (I don't think it was GLaDOS) and it was going to kill us all. An Indian girl found a little circuit board. She said there was a transponder ship inn the middle, and if she poked around in the middle of it, she could alter it and use it to save us. It didn't work, and I used a teleporter to teleport out of there. My plan was to find the TARDIS and teleport in behind aforementioned evil AI, but someone saw me. I took off running, and ran into a huge warehouse, where inside were some docks with ships in them. I dived into the water, and swam to an underwater entrance to my house. I go inside, and see GLaDOS, however she is asleep, or dormant, or turned off, or something. I go over to a little control panel with a switch and a button. The button says "self destruct." I push it. I rush to GLaDOS who is now awake and rip her off her ceiling mount. I run and burst through the window as the house explodes behind me. I jump onto my neighbour's roof, then jump onto the next, and the next. I come to a certain house, and I jump off the roof, over the road. I spread my arms as if i were a plane, and float down. At this point I become semi-lucid. I am not aware of the dream before me. To my conscious self, I believe have just WILD'd, or something similar, and am trying to stabilize it. I corkscrew and try to stabilize the dream, however I drift into blackness, like you would no-clipping out of the map in Half Life, and lose the dream.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! Recall one dream from last night, was pretty weird. Didn't write it down so my recall is a bit fuzzy. 23.00: Sleep 05.30: Driving and school I'm in my old school and I'm at the parkinglot. I have a badass car which I was driving lately in another dream, it's a cabriolet. I get in and turn on the engine, it roars and it feels awesome as I step on the gas. 'Wow this car is sharp!' I ride up a small hill to the sports center. I get out and my friend Felix shows up. We're late for class and head back towards the school. I check my watch, it's 07.10. "Crap! We're late man" I say. We have no idea where to go though. I spot a map on one of the doors and find my class ID on it. I'm having my first lecture on the other side of the school. We run around the school, Felix heads into his classroom and I keep on going. I pick up some bacon which I place on a counter when I arrive at the right room. "I want these dipped in chocolate!" I say. The guy in the kitchen looks at me like I'm crazy. 05.30: Wake up Amount of sleep: 6½ hours Supplements: None That's it! Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
I'm at some building in Moscow. My dad and I are in a broken apartment where there seems to be a robbery of some sort goin on. Two guards are in a jail cell with some people. When my dad arrives we spend a long time in the apartment. I ask him why this is happening here and he says to go with him he will show me. We walk outside and around the building. There is a desperate elevator there and an elevator men. We get in. There are four or five buttons on the pad i remember we needed 29th floor and there was also 200 or 300th floor which I felt scared to go up. All the commotion in the apartment was the process of building this elevator for it do we have a private entrance. I ask the elevator man "is this brand new" "yes brand new elevator" This makes me uncomfortable again. It Moves sideways manly wrong inside the building then starts going up. It's motions are irregular so I start to feel uneasy again. We seem to jitter around the 29th floor and can't get out. Father is pressed against me and I feel Wierd so I do a rc. The elevator seems to realize I'm dreaming to it starts to go up super fast. I can barely move I think about what to do, fly up? It goes faster as if out the building. Close my eyes and spin. I wake up in the car outside this building (still dreaming) g is there his in the back. He comes sits in the front and eats a shuarma that he didn't finish from before. Someone calls and he runs out and starts bringing bean bag bags from another car...mumbling something about Keeni. I fall asleep in the car again. I'm at reception at David intercontinental. Father is talking to a ping Russian girl that works there. He asks her to do something and she says he can't because she wants to gp home. He takes her place behind reception and I think he says "fine go sleep with me" she heads toward the elevator and he tells me to escort her so I start to follow. A doctor comes up and starts talking to me as we walk together. His go his arm around my shoulder. She goes into the elevator on the far and the doors begin to close but the doc catches it open. We squeeze in. I'm in the middle. The elevator begins to go up and I start to feel like its acting Wierd again. I do a rcI think why does this keep happening. I again am squeezed by all these people in an elevator I can't control. How do I make this work? I raise my arms in the air "not to worry everyone this is my dream I can fix this!!!" I say this with so much enthusiasm and seem to enjoy my voice. I begin trying to slow the elevator and it doesn't work. I try to feel the elevator slowing with my mind and it seems to work but takes A lot of concentration. Finally i stop it but there is I door. I imagine a door and one appears behind us. People start to come out and as I do I think about what should be outside it but it's a little to late by the time I come out and it's just a hotel floor but disfigured. There are all these confusing hallways and people with giant vacuum hoses that keep making them wiggle in the air. I think it's ok next room will I'll try to pre determine. We come up I a room and I turn to a figure "what should be inside this room?" I ask thinking that I'm really asking myself. "how about a passion" she answers with a smile. "the staff" I say it and I feel excitement. I try to imagine a staff in the room and I walk in. The room is big, like a small zal. Inside on the opposite side is a giant window and from it there is a giant staff. To big to spin its bigger then any staff I've seen and it the other half of it is outside the window probably on a room of some other building. I ice it up with extreme easy an put it down again since there is no way to get it fully in here. I notice another smaller staff. Like my floweryBut no colors inside. I pick it up and spin a bit. After a few moments the excitement that I'm dreaming comes up again and I drop the staff and startin search of new adventure. I walk out to the hallway. There is a couch and on it is a iPhone..i pick it up and look. There are mags there from Dina. This is my phone? Can't be, mine is in my pocket is it her phone? Not sure. Anyway I continue further down the hall and run into the 3 figures from the elevator. I sit on a couch and they sit on one as well. "where's the white girl" I ask. They don't know and begin taking their shirts off. They're all disfigured so I get up and walk away. I stand in the hallway and wonder how to get out of here. I get an idea to look at a picture onmy phone and try to fly my body inside it. Using my pone fades the dream out.
Last night I had a dream and I was pretty lucid during the Hunger Games part but i'm not going to describe all of that in the entry. I only remember fragments of the rest. I had this glove, that could shoot fire out of it and it was my weapon. I got a horse and I was riding on it to get to my grandfather who had advice about an upcoming battle and how to utilize my "weapon". My horse fell off several ledges and died on the way, and every time it did i would respawn on it, kind of like a video game. Finally I got to a shack and I went inside. I sat down at a booth opposite my grandfather. My dad was right next to me but I have no idea how he got there. My grandfather took the glove and looked at it in awe, telling me that he remembers the old days when he had last seen one of these. He gave me advice, I don't remember exactly what he said but I could shoot fire out of it now. I don't remember how I got there but I was now in the Hunger Games, with my glove. The games went by very quickly, and I won, along with Katniss and Prim. Afterwards I rode in my car to my cousins house, and I ran into the house and embraced this random guy, who I suppose was my uncle in the dream? I cried and was so happy that I survived and hugged him. I then hugged Samantha and Melanie (cousins) but melanie seemed tired and uninterested. They were both eating slushies. I'm talking about the games and all i remember was my "uncle" saying something about three people winning was one of "effie's tricks".
Updated 01-09-2012 at 05:19 PM by 52292
09.01.2012 NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Dream 1: I'm at the Biochemistry Department in my University, the inside to be precise. Everybody was leaving, and I found a door that could lead you to other places in the University! Kind of like a transportation/teleportation medium. Dream 2: It feels like I'm in middle school again, and I see this random DC who looks like a guy named Isaac that I saw, but never really was friends with in the school (Thornton Middle School). He was riding a scooter, and a school staff member confiscated it. He told Isaac that he had to go to the Assistant Principal's Office, and Isaac responded that he doesn't know what to do now because apparently his teacher wasn't in class or gave him permission to leave the classroom. I'm sitting down somewhere in the school, and the area gets filled pretty quickly with DCs. Some random fat girl tries to find a spot and sits near me. She accidentally sits on a guy, but eventually moves. And now I'm suddenly sitting at a long table, and it's some big slide show presentation in the dark that they're giving, but I didn't know what topic they were focusing on. I saw another familiar DC who is apparently a staff member in the dream, and is giving a presentation on something. His accent sounded Jamaican, or Trinidad, it had the "Yeaaaah mon" tone to it, but I knew in real life, it wasn't that deep for the guy. I was a bit worried that other students would laugh at the accent, but of course, no one would want to unless they wanted to get in trouble. He's done with his presentation and sits down, everyone does the applause, and when the next staff member comes up, the DC is just one seat over to the right of where I am. A dream character is between us. I try to get his attention by moving my body back and forth from this dream character, and eventually we shook hands and greeted each other. That's what I recall for that one.
Updated 01-09-2012 at 05:29 PM by 47756
I do find the added stress of an impending work day keeps me from being quite so able to recall my dreams or even make myself dedicated enough to wake-up and journal what I do recall. I went to bed at about 4:30AM 10:30AM There was one dream in particular I remember. I was at My dad and sisters house and I seemed to be living at home again. Nina from The fringe seemed to be there using our upstairs bathroom (LOL) the door to the crawl space kept opening as I tried to sleep. My dad came upstairs and made some humorous comment about it I think, the fact it kept opening kept making it colder in the room... Another dream my dad, sister and I happened to be in Lockport and somehow my dad and I started talking about some business development organization, he ended up going there, (I was using some electronic device while he drove) phone maybe. We got to this place and it happened to be the same place as where the entrance for the Lockport Caves were however they were closed for the Fall a signed said, it was mostly a disappointing for my dad and sister I think, I believe I was more interested in the business development place which we never went to... Got about 6 hours of sleep
I've been recalling more and more dream fragments since starting lucid dreaming and I do write them all down on paper but as most of them are just stuttered sentences of what I remember I don't feel like writing them all up on here too. But I had quite an interesting dream last night. I was sat in a large grassy field late at night, soft rain falling constantly. Although I knew it was a field, I couldn't really see it because it was full, to the brim, with people sat on the ground. We were all waiting for busses to leave, I think the notion was that I was leaving a festival. Me and a few friends were sat together on the wet ground trying to talk over the ambient sounds of a thousand other conversations. Somebody tapped me on the shoulder, I turned to face the person and they offered me some sweets but as I turned back there was now a small building amongst the crowd in front of me, it's door was open, shedding a yellow light across the crowd. A voice called for me from inside. I got up off the ground and made my way through all the seated people and entered the building. Once I was inside I realised the building was bigger than I had first though, the ceiling was low and the whole room was at a slight angle. The room I entered was a part of a surgery, complete with operating table but I could also see past that was a sort of living room type area with grand leather sofas and bookshelves. A few patients were sat around quietly, reading magazines/books, watching TV etc. I turned my attention to the person who had called me in, she was obviously a surgeon judging by her clothing. Then I realised it was a character from Being Human called Nina, who is a doctor on the show. She told me I had to have an operation as something was wrong with my breathing, I laid back onto the operating table and they put an oxygen mask over my face. My vision started going grey, everything around me was fading away until my vision was completely grey. As that was happening, I was thinking about how I could try and do a lucid dream while under the knife. The dream continued after that but I don't remember the rest as well. I woke up from the operation and went over to the leather sofas in the other room but that's about all I can recall. Thought that was interesting enough to share. It's very clear to me that the dream was inspired by the book I was reading before I fell asleep last night, Never Let Me Go. If you've read it, you'll know what I mean.
This felt like four completely different dreams because the emotional tone and color of each was very different. But the dreams included several of the same people, and seemed tied together by the same narrative. I woke up feeling that I did not dream at all, and then suddenly I remembered everything at once. In which I return to high school and think of a previous dream in which I returned to high school… I’m walking through the halls of my old high school following directions that are printed on a small notecard. I enter a science room that is set up for a lab, and I realize that I’ve been there before. Years ago, after I’d completed college, I’d received a call from my high school to tell me that I didn’t really graduate. They insisted that I come back and complete a science and math class. I’d driven all the way to my home town to visit the administration and argue my case, and they’d allowed me to test out of the classes. I took the test in this room. No wait, I thought to myself. That doesn’t make any sense. That must’ve been a dream. I must’ve dreamt that I’d returned to high school. I sat down in the science class and thought about this for a minute. Was that a dream or had I really been forced to test out of high school math and science even though I’d already completed college? I thought about this for some time without ever realizing that I was having a similar dream just again! In which I introduce old friends to new friends in a freshman comp class, and they decide to throw ice cream at everyone… I felt that a full day at school had passed, and the last period of the day I had English. It was a freshman comp class, and the schedule on my notecard said it would be taught by my 5th grade language arts teacher, Mrs. Mitchell. I entered the classroom, and it was full of undergraduate freshmen. I chuckled to myself that I would have to take this class despite having a BA already. The classroom was decorated like an elementary room with cute cartoon posters and stuffed animals on the wall. We sat facing a chalk board, and behind us was the retractable wall that Mrs. Mitchell shared with her friend, the social studies teacher. Mrs. Mitchell was in the class nextdoor talking to her friend, and all the students sat quietly and waited for her to return. My seat was a pink hammock. I set my books underneath, climbed in and started to swing back and forth. I rocked myself to sleep and only woke up again when I realized I was snoring. Some of the kids around me were laughing. I noticed that B and JB were among them. I was excited to see them and eager to laugh and talk with them the way we did when we really were in high school. But I held myself back, coyly. I didn’t want to appear desperate, and I wasn’t sure if they remembered me as fondly as I remembered them. Besides, among the books beneath my hammock was my pocket-sized copy of Thoreau’s Walden that B had given me just before I’d gone backpacking after college. I had just recently taken it off the shelf at the request of a German backpacker who’d been staying with my neighbor, but I feared that B would think that I’d been carrying the book around for 10 years. I glanced at the book, stashed away under my hammock, and was relieved to see that the cover was facing down. I looked up and made eye-contact, and we all smiled. B, JB and I walked to the front of the classroom and leaned against the chalkboard to talk. Meanwhile, I glanced about the room. I saw that R, E and JG were all present. I called E over to introduce her to B. They are both artists, so I thought they’d enjoy each other’s company. E and I had just recently talked about the inscription in my copy of Walden and I’d told her about B, so the introduction was easy. E is a delightful person and I enjoy watching her talk with other people. She has more social skills than I do, so I stepped back and let her talk to B for a while. It was exciting to me to see two people I really like enjoy one another. They became very animated, and then E opened up a giant tub of vanilla icecream with rainbow sprinkles. She explained that she was going to throw a scoop of icecream on everyone’s face. B thought this was a brilliant idea. E demonstrated by throwing the first scoop of icecream at B’s face. The icecream stuck to his forehead and then melted down his face in colorful streams. He stood there with it pouring over him, laughing. Then E danced through the classroom, throwing icecream on everyone. She carried the tub of icecream as if it were a basket, and she thrust her hand inside and tossed the scoops out like she were a flower girl at a wedding, sprinkling petals on the ground. The icecream came out of the tub the color of vanilla, but it streamed down people’s faces in different colors, depending on the color of the rainbow sprinkle. JB and I declined the icecream face splat, and we sat in the back of the room watching B and E make everyone else happy. As we looked at all the students in the class, I realized that they were all kids I’d known in elementary school, including KV, AK and ST. I hadn’t seen, heard from, or thought about any of them in over 15 years. JB was trying to argue with me that it couldn’t really be those kids but I didn’t listen to him. Then we looked at the clock and realized that it was time to go home. Mrs. Mitchell had never returned, and we supposed that class was cancelled that day. JB then argued with me about the clock and told me that I couldn’t tell time properly. I looked at the clock again and saw that the minute hand was in a different place from where it had been. Even still, it was time to leave school, I told JB. He argued with me some more about the clock but I decided to ignore him. In which I carpool home with R and my neighbors, stopping at a factory along the way… R, E, JG and I car-pooled back home through a country landscape of oaks and horse ranches. The sun started to set, and R explained that we needed to stop in a factory to pick up something for his job. We pulled into what appeared to be a farm with a giant barn on the property, and pulled back a heavy tin door to reveal an empty warehouse storage room with high, rafted ceilings and dirt floors. It was completely dark but for the light from outside coming shining in through the door. I worried aloud that if the sun set while we were in there, we wouldn’t be able to find our way out. R insisted that we wouldn’t be that long, and he headed confidently to the back wall of the room. The three of us followed. R placed both hands on a giant vault wheel in the wall and struggled to turn it. It noisily turned some gears in the ceiling which caused a series of heavy chains to grind and crank about. At the right moment, R said that we must run over to a particular place in the warehouse where a trap door opened up from the ceiling and many articles fell to the ground. It looked like a pile of junk to me: a hat, a sock, an empty duffle bag, some tin cans, and a few pieces of paper. R ran over and started to pick up the items, one by one, and then set them down again. “What are you looking for?” I asked him. “Her mail,” R answered. “Whose mail?” But as soon as I asked I realized he was looking for something that belonged to the yellow haired smoking woman from a dream I’d had a few nights ago. She was extremely important in our lives, but I couldn’t quite remember why. I picked out two large envelopes from the pile of junk and held them out to R. “This seems like a really elaborate and inefficient way to get the mail,” I told R. He looked irritated that I was questioning his job. He kept looking at the other items intently. JG and E were seemingly patient, but I could tell they were just being polite. Did R ask them if it was OK if we ran an errand? It seemed like a rude thing to do to carpoolers. I was about to complain again when R took the two envelopes, picked up a stocking cap out of the pile, and we all left for home. In which my friends have a live-in eccentric guest, and we try to help him get over the loss of a lover… R, JG, E and I arrive at M and K’s old home in the woods, just as it was before the fire. I walk into the kitchen with M and he tells me that K is feeling better now that they have exactly rebuilt the house and put all the trees back where they used to be. Then he tells me how much he loves K and explains that he hasn’t felt this way about anyone since his previous partner of 15 years died of a long illness. His eyes are sincere and sad, and I’m overcome with emotion for him. I’d been irritated with R, but suddenly I realized how much I loved him and I wanted to run to him immediately and tell him never to die. I walk out of the kitchen and into what should have been M and K’s living room, but instead I’m standing in a cluttered mansion’s main hall that has been decorated by someone with expensive but tacky taste. The walls are painted to look like a tapestry while the archways above the doors and the columns that buttress the ceilings and corners are bright gold. Large, fine vases and heavy velvet curtains cover the walls and Persian rugs cover the floors. Instead of furniture, there are giant, fluffy white cushions laying all about the room. Old wine glasses, full ashtrays and dirty plates are scattered about. I think of Quilty’s house at the end of Lolita. K meets me in the room, and he can see by the look on my face that I’m shocked at the transformation of their living room. K explains that someone else lives in that room and they can’t get him to leave. He walks me over to a balding man with gray stubble who sits in a silk robe upon a cloud of white duvets and pillows. He has a lap top in front of him, and there is an ashtray at his side. K explains that this old man has been recently jolted by his lover, and he hasn’t been able to get on with his life since. He sits at the computer and checks his email constantly, looking for messages from the man who broke his heart. When he does receive a message, it is always something hurtful that makes him rage and throw his wine glasses. K and I sit down, one of us on either side of the man, and try to encourage him to leave the house and put the heartbreak behind him. The man pulls out a crystal monocle which has a small telescope lens attached to the end of it. He places one end of it against the computer screen and holds the other end up to his eye, then he announces with glee that he’s received an email from the estranged lover. He laughs, sings, then types out a response. I lean over and look at the screen. The first email says, “You are stupid.” The response reads, “No, you are.” I realize K is right. This man is crazy, and they’ll never get him out of their house.
Dreamed I was in Mexico in an open field playing some kind of ball game with DV dreamers. We were using a melon or gourd instead of a baseball and were wearing capes or serapes. We were learning to "play ball" together. Then we were climbing a nearby mountain (pyramid?) that had an altar at the top. Again, we were wearing serapes.
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