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I recently starting keeping a journal beside my bed at night to write down ideas (I'm an aspiring fiction writer), because I find the best Ideas come to me in the middle of the night when my son wakes up, or in the morning... anyway, the first night I started keeping a journal beside my bed, I had the clearest, most memorable dream I've had in a VERY long time.

I was with my wife, and several other people, but I can't picture or remember who they were, in the dream they were friends, but I never got a direct look at them.. they were just sort of peripherals in our "group".. anyway. We were at the beach, the weather was clear, but it was getting kind of cold because it was dusk. The sky was still blue, but the sun was setting. There was a shack on the beach with 2 lines of people, probably 30-40 people deep in each line. We waited in line and discovered that the wait was to have your aura read and interpreted. Fast forward to me at the front of the line, in front of this girl, probably somewhere around 13, 14, 15. She was dressed in white and purple dress that you might find on a young girl in the 60's or something. She had a bow in her hair (She was dressed kind of like those twin girls from "The Shining", but it was purple, not blue.). Her sister was dressed the same way. These were sisters. They looked very similar, they might have been twins. Anyway, they had long, dark hair, and their eyes were completely black except for a very technological element inside them that is quite hard to describe... the black eyes had 2 concentric rings in them that ran around the outer rim of the eyeball... not full rings, like 3/4 rings. The outer ring was green, the inner ring was like a red/orange... and from what I remember, the rings were moving in opposite directions at random times... like the girl was processing information or processing input much like a machine would, or when your computer shows the icon to let you know it's busy processing information. It led me to believe these were either eye implants, or these girls are machines, demons, aliens, or something... It was ambiguous. They had pale skin... It SHOULD have been quite frightening, but it wasn't at all. The overtone was not frightening, demonic, or negative at all. Anyway, the next thing I remember, the sister I was in front of told me my aura was - verbatim - "Violet. Violet. TOO Violet." and she had said something else afterward about fixing my aura that I can't remember verbatim, but it was about getting a book, and something about Australia. This remark about the book and Australia was the only point in the dream I could actually HEAR what the girl's voice sounded like. She had an accent that I think was Australian. The next thing I remember, my wife had either told me, or I overheard her being told by the other sister that her aura was "Cerulean Blue, with 2 spots in it." She had indicated that having 1 spot in it is good, but having 2 spots is bad, and it indicates something called " Bulk Sorrow".

I don't remember much after that, but when I woke up, I wrote it all down and then I started reading up on auras, as I knew NOTHING about them at ALL. Violet is the wisest and most sensitive of all the auras, and those who possess a violet aura have a strong ability to translate thoughts into reality, and it mentioned something about some type of clairvoyance. The governing chakra of violet auras is the 3rd eye, which I've always been very interested in. The strangest part came when my wife woke up and said her throat hurt. She had clearly swollen glands in her throat. Her throat NEVER hurts. I looked up her aura from the dream (Blue) and it said the governing chakra was the one in the throat.

Now, I've been to Australia several times, LOVED it, used to live in California, so the beach is a pretty predictable setting. The girls I remember from a trailer for Paranormal Activity 5 that's out right now... but the mechanical eyes and the aura stuff are really freaking me out. Any thoughts?

Fragments: Something composed of metal loops that I take for an art piece, believing it's something to do with male and female; instead I'm told it's a spell for godhood. A scene with a teacher and student. A reference to 'maenad.'

Classic movie monsters. The dream was in black and white, and featured Bela Lugosi's Dracula and Lon Chaney Jr's Wolfman. Through some plan of Dracula's, Talbot winds up becoming a vampire, while Drac becomes the wolfman instead, and essentially human when it's not a full moon. Talbot's not thrilled with any of this. There's a scene in which Dracula springs Talbot from an asylum through the window, before the monster-type switch; and afterward, a confrontation in a swamp in which Dracula is talking about world domination, and how the ability to appear human was required.

I'd been talking to someone about a career change I was considering, when I realize I'm still wearing a change of clothes I acquired earlier in a dream. At first, I think it a marvel, a thing in a dream that carried over into real life - but later on, as I'm sitting around a dinner table having a boring conversation, I realize that actually it must be an indication that I'm still dreaming. I become lucid and immediately start floating in the air; I stopped paying attention to the other characters in the room and didn't see them after this point. Initially I intended to go outside and continue flying, but then I decide to try something new this time. I decide to summon a god - Apollo, since summoning his light for an anti-nightmare technique has been very effective, but he's yet to show up in person. I'm also thinking his association with trance states might carry over into lucid dreaming. I close my eyes so that I can't see the room, and I focus on him, call him. Nothing happens. I eventually give up, open my eyes again. I think a little more structure may be helpful, and I should probably keep my eyes open; I remember a time when a dream fell apart completely after I stopped focusing on visuals.

I go to a mirror, but instead of calling Apollo again, this time I decide to call up an image of my ideal future self (possibly related to the non-lucid talk of career changes earlier). Several options appear one at a time, and I reject each of them. Many of them bear very little physical resemblance to me, and most are wearing glasses (which I don't need). Eventually I settle on one that I approve of (though why I approved of this particular one, I don't know); he looks like something out of the 1700s. When I turn away from the mirror, he's standing next to me. He seems a little confused by this, but he's just here for me to get a more detailed look at him. But while he's here anyway, we decide to fuck. Eventually I remember my original intention to summon a god and I decide that's more interesting than what is essentially dream masturbation, so I leave him on the floor by the mirror and go back to the table. I sit down, then remember I didn't bother to get dressed again; I decide I'd rather have clothes on for this. I try to summon clothing by just deciding I am wearing clothes, but this doesn't work; I think perhaps it doesn't work only because I can clearly see and feel myself not wearing clothes, so I'm trying to overrule the evidence of my senses. My shirt's by the table, but my pants are all the way across the room, so I just pick up the shirt and try to extend it, to use it as a source of materials to create something new. This seems to be working, but very slowly. I don't care to wait; I give up and just walk back across the room for my pants, and start thinking about the 'rules' of dreams - thinking that perhaps it's better to work with what's already in the environment rather than try to create new things from scratch all the time; less wasteful, less effort. I become aware that I'm starting to wake up.

Side-note Lucid


Time snapshots
I'm driving in my car to go to my chiropractor. I realize it's still morning, and I don't have my appointment until early afternoon, but for some reason I don't turn around. I realize it's about ten thirty, and I know I have a conference call at eleven, so I just need to be sure not to miss it. I go through a light in the right lane which turns into a right-hand-only turn lane. I somehow end up letting the car coast to a stop. I'm really confused about what's going on. Two large trucks are to my left, also stopped. I remember there's an app on my phone that saves snapshots in time and lets me go back to them. I quickly pull it up and hit the Back button. With a sound like a timebug in World of Goo, I'm back at the last light, going through it. I know this is too late - I'm about to get stuck on the turn lane - so I hit the button again. Now I'm at the previous light, and I have time to switch lanes before I get stuck.

I'm really excited about this. If I can rewind time yet still remember everything that happened, the possibilities are endless! I can read all the books I want, then rewind time so that the reading took no time at all! I can spend a long time solving a difficult problem, then rewind time and remember the solution. I try to think if there's a way to bring something back with me, a completed piece of work, but I don't know how that could be done. Maybe there's a way to time-proof a USB stick? I start to think about sleep - surely being awake for a long time would take its toll? - but then I reason I can sleep whenever and then rewind time to before I slept.

I'm still driving. It's almost time for my appointment, so I can't turn around, but I'm still going to be pretty early. I'm on a two-lane road with lots of trees. Someone is trying to come out of a driveway on my left but waits for me to pass first. Now I'm walking into a strange structure. I'm in a short stairwell that's C shaped. The lighting is pretty dim. I start to walk up, then realize I'm still too early. I hear someone coming down and hurry out; I feel like I'd be embarrassed if I met them. Now I'm back outside walking down some steps. I pass a maintenance worker going the other way. I realize I'm wearing only my V-neck undershirt. He comments "nice neck." I'm a little embarrassed but I don't worry about it too much.

Now I realize that I can undo this whole trip if I have a snapshot from before I left. I go to pull up the time snapshot app, but I find that I have a bunch installed and it takes a moment to figure out which is the one I'd been using earlier. I'm disappointed to see that it only has three snapshots. The main listing only shows the time the snapshot was taken and not the date; I have to click the triple-dot icon to get a details page. One seems to be some kind of default snapshot - the date is 1-1-00 - and I'm not going to touch that. The next has a very strange label that I don't understand. In trying to get details about it I somehow put it into Sharing mode. I have no idea what it means to share a time snapshot, but I wish I hadn't done it.

Now I'm walking down a hallway in a building similar to the one I work in. Windows are floor to ceiling to my left, though there are occasional pillars and lots of moving boxes piled around. A wall is to my right, occasionally opening out into an office or other open area. I realize I'm now completely naked and don't have the phone any more. Oddly, I'm not embarrassed at all, more annoyed at myself. I have the feeling the phone is on my jeans on one of the piles of boxes further back in the hallway, but I'm not positive. I realize I have to get the phone: if I do, I can undo all of this. I turn around and start heading the other way. A couple of women come out of an office in front of me. I sidestep behind a pillar and use a hand to cover myself, nodding respectfully to them as they pass. Neither one takes any notice of me.

After the women pass without comment, I realize this is a dream. I do a nose-pinch RC to further convince myself, and I'm not surprised to feel air moving through my closed nostrils. I immediately try to remember my current goals. I know that number one on the list is to look at and count my fingers. I hold up my right hand and look at it. I have five fingers, but when I hold them stretched out, my middle and ring fingers are at a very obtuse angle - a little further and they'd be pointed directly away from each other. I keep looking and my hand kind of blurs; now it looks almost as if my left and right hands are superimposed on top of each other. I can see a thumb and pointer sticking out of each side, and there's a jumble of fingers in the middle. When I bend my pointer, I see it moving on both sides of my hand. I wiggle another finger and see both copies wiggling. I had been hoping I'd get an extra finger that I'd have conscious control over. Oh well, maybe another time.

I remember the next thing on the list was to try to become extra aware of my environment. To my left is what looks like a small section from a dollar store. Shelving units are filled with all kinds of junk. I decide to reapply the nose pinch (using my left hand) to help keep me focused, then start to look at the items on the shelves. The shelf nearest me has what look like baby bath toys. As I'm trying to slowly move my attention from one to another, I realize that I'm now holding my upper lip instead of my nose, so I readjust my fingers to once again hold my nose. I notice a couple of stacks of items on the shelf, and I realize they're shaking. I identify this as the dream not being as stable as it should be. I try to stare at them, willing them to stop shaking, but it doesn't work (in hindsight, focusing on them gave the vibrations more power; I should have just ignored them). I give up on it and keep walking along the corridor, coming out into a larger room. I get stuck with my eyes closed and I try to focus on breathing through my closed nose. After a few moments, the feeling of breathing through my nose changes subtly - more like my nose is stuffed - and I "realize" I've woken up so I can't breath through a pinched nose any more. I wake up for real moments later.


Fragment:
I'm trying to do something for a group of women. Nothing I do makes them happy, and I'm starting to feel really frustrated.

This dream began with me in my front yard. 2 zombies walked by, dragging a body. For some reason, this didn't seem out of the ordinary to me at all. But then, some bikers moved in down the street from me. They were continuously shouting and fighting and shooting at each other. At one point, my mom and brother were leaving to go to the store and I had to go with them because I was scared the bikers would rob them. This is when the dream got weird. I went to go leave the yard when a mouse jumped down my shirt. I freaked out and shook around and it fell out, but it wasn't mouse, it was a hairpiece of some sort? Anyway, my mom then says: "Remember those zombies? All they had to do was take out that guys heart and brain and replace it with theirs and they'd be all good!" The three of us proceeded to laugh (for some reason) and then I woke up.

Came back to my apartment after the Christmas holidays. This was my first night back at my place and I didn't sleep/dream well at all.
1. dream: I'm driving a car and obviously I'm going way too fast as suddenly I'm being dragged out of the curve. This dragging sensation is so strong, that I wake up

2. dream: A woman, I don't know her, presents me a greeting card with a stork on it. The stork looks weird and his beak is either missing or hidden. Later she asks me what a good reality check would be. And I tell her, well something was wrong with the stork. AND YET I DON'T DO A RC OR REALIZE I AM DREAMING!! She just shakes her head and says "I'll ask someone else. You don't know shit about lucid dreaming!"
And that night she was right, I didn't realize shit

Recently I keep dreaming of my grandmother. There is no real good reason for it, besides maybe the fact that she is giving my mother a really hard time right now.
The only thing I remember is that I had two dreams that night and grandma was in both of them.

Legend: Non-Lucid , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

A Rusty Death:
I'm playing rust and I'm gathering materials to craft. As i gather, someone shoots at me so i start running between trees in an attempt to find a spot safe enough to return fire. I get behind a rock and kill my enemy. Shortly after, a person sneaks up behind me and kills me. But i respawn extremely close by and happen to respawn with a gun too. So i run over to the the guy who killed me and is now looting my body and i shoot him. I hide in some grass and a new person comes up to the now dead bandit. I kill him too. Then a guy on a horse shows up. He gets off to check the bodies and i shoot his horse which is now running away. I only land a couple of hits on him. He starts walking over to me. As he does, 4 people stand up in the grass around me and also start heading over to me. At this point, I see no hope of escape so i just stand still speechless that they surrounded me. As the leader of the group nears me, he hits me with the back of his gun and i die.

Cave Torch
It's dusk and I'm out on a barren plane traveling with another man. We're riding horses. He starts talking about how he's going to kill his horse and eat it. I call him out and say that he's lying which he was. After a while, we make it to a cave and we walk in. The cave looks like someone used to live in it, it's stocked with all sorts of stuff and is in nice condition. We start taking torches and lighting the walls up. I make a remark about how the torches emit more light in your hands than on the wall (in this dream, the torches really did emit more light in your hands). After we get the whole cave lit up. My partner goes off into some room. I start looting all the barrels and chests laying around. Then, as i open one chest, an alarm goes off. Me and my partner react like we're playing payday 2. We immediately find two people and take them hostage.

As night falls, I only notice 3 people in the cave: Me, my partner, and a young lady we tied up when the alarm went off. I can't find the other person. The cave itself is now like a small house with bedrooms, a tv and so on. The lady goes off to bed. My partner is now a fat mean man and is drinking while watching TV. I lay down on a couch and suddenly, i get a vision of myself. I'm a woman traveling in the astral plane in an attempt to communicate with the lady that is now asleep. That's where the dream ends.

It's not really that funny. I promise.

Part one:

I am watching some move about a man who is in the military. He is asleep in the barracks, which looks pretty typical of military barracks. He wakes up from a dream/nightmare and decides to call his family over the phone.
He begins talking with his wife, who apparently has just recently had a baby. But then the other men in the barracks (who are trying to sleep and are getting annoyed by this man talking) begin shooting some kind of tranquilizer darts from their beds to make him go back to sleep. Apparently this is some kind of rule in the barracks that if somebody is keeping you from sleep your allowed to tranquilize them.
Despite being hit with over 20 of these darts the man actually keeps talking for a few minutes before the poison is actually able to knock him out. There is some rabble amongst the other men in the barracks and eventually they all just go back to sleep.
The thing about this scene was that it was supposed to be funny somehow, but to me, I sort of felt bad for the man.
My "camera" flies down to the end of the barracks and I end up in my own body. (Great, so I'm one of the soldiers now.) Also time goes by very fast while the camera moves. It is now about 5:50 in the morning and everyone is supposed to wake up at six.
Knowing I don't want to be tranquilized like that other poor sap a few hours earlier, I just decide to lay in bed, and enjoy the feeling, not let anyone know that I am awake.
Eventually 6:00 am rolled around and your stereotypical grumpy drill sergeant came in, woke everyone up and had us do jumping jacks to prepare for the day.

Part two:

I am in my town, but it looks like summertime rather than wintertime. (Here, In Michigan, it is the dead of winter.) I am making my way down the main street of our town when I see about a dozen spherical flying robots pass over me. All of the robots are white with a trio of glowing red eyes aligned horizontally across the front. On the sides there are two circular panels that can extend out and reveal a machine gun on either side of the robot.
So the robots reveal their machine guns, break their formation, and begin terrorizing the town. Another dream character instructs me to run to the train depot. (Even though we don't have a train depot in our town in RL.)
The other dream character explains to me that these robots are of alien origin. He says he know how to stop however. He takes out a communicator device and calls up his "superhero friends".
His two superheroes show up. The first one is a man who seems to have super strength and flying ability. I see him fly into the air and grab one of the robots, then crush it. The second one is a woman who has martial arts abilities. She jumps in the air and kicks one of the robots so hard that it actually breaks in half.
The superheroes get busy fighting, there are over 20 robots attacking my town. The man is continuing to explain something to me, but I am losing interest.

Part Three:

I am in the car with my mother. She is telling me that because there are alien robots attacking earth now, that militarized forces were offering some handsome financial benefits for anyone who joins.
I sort of circle the idea of joining the army, listing mostly cons as my mom tries to convince me. We arrive at my house, but continue discussing this.
Eventually my mom confesses that she already signed me up for a one-day "trial" for the army that is sort of like boot camp for a day. She says that if I like it, I can choose to stay in the army, but if not, I'm welcome to drop out after the first day and we can forget the whole thing happened. We both sorta know already that I'm not going to enjoy it and drop out after the first day.
But then came the thing we couldn't decide on. In RL, I keep my hair long (though I'm a guy), and It's just my signature look. And in the army you have to shave. Er... no. I am not getting shaved if I am only going to be in the army for one day. And this is what we get into our big argument about. We fight about it for a few minutes and the dream ends.

Fragment:

I was at school, in the cafeteria.

I had several - but one dream of last night I will journal a bit because it was great.
There was a shop, I felt like knowing - which sold little art-objects and handmade clothes.
I was looking through the window - when a woman came out, and said she had seen my little objects from an exhibition, I had also dreamt about sometime in the last weeks.

This dream was very much like furthering earlier dreams - I think, I had dreamt the shop before and explored it - and the one with the exhibition I still remember well.

She led me through the backdoor of the shop - and it was a huge house behind it - getting bigger with exploring new rooms/stairs/galleries.

But first she showed me the tools and materials they used - and then some people showed up and it was a sculpture class.
I had no money - but she said, I take part anyway.
So I did - and later it all turned into an art-academy with lots of very friendly, bit "artsy" and beautiful people.
There were also cafès and a club with bar and I got to meet many people and talked and they showed me their stuff.
I wanted to design clothes and not do more sculpture in the end - and the last I remember was being in a room full of fabrics of all sorts and colour - and I tried to decide on which to want to use.

Very beautiful and vivid dream.

Dream of: 31 December 2013 "How To Survive A Nuclear Blast"



survival of the fittest is still the rule

While I'm on a gigantic ship filled with people, a nuclear war breaks out. I can see that a nuclear bomb has been dropped in the ocean off in the distance. The size of the explosion is absolutely phenomenal. I've never seen anything like it in my life. I can see the nuclear wave slowly traveling toward us.

Everyone has been assigned a particular place on the ship and everyone is supposed to be going to his or her place. I'm not sure I want to go to my assigned place since I think I might be able to find a better place. I know that when the nuclear wave hits the ship, the impact will be so forceful, survival will depend upon a person's place in the ship. I think the center of the ship would be the safest place, but at the moment I'm just desperately trying to get to the other side of the ship - the opposite side from where the wave is going to hit. I see some elderly people who don't even seem to know what's going on. I assume that they will be quickly killed by the impact when the bomb hits.

Before I go to my place, I walk into a room which resembles a large library. On the shelves are books, each of which pertains to a certain person. I ask a woman for a book which pertains to my family. She gives me an old book which apparently contains the history of my family and I walk out of the room. When I see the amount of commotion outside and when I realize that no one is now in the library-room, I decide that I would like to have another book and I walk back inside the room.

From a window in the library-room, I can see the nuclear wave approaching and I know that its going to hit at any second. I lie down on my side on the floor and curl up in a fetal position, even though I know that lying on the floor like this isn't allowed. A man dressed as a northern Civil War soldier stops as he's walking through the room and he tells me that I'm going to have to leave. I think that he's going to arrest me - and technically he does so - but he allows me to leave the room anyway. Still carrying my book, I head toward the door. I hadn't managed to procure a second book.

Just as I'm leaving, the woman who earlier gave me the book walks back into the room. I don't know whether she saw me leave, but I overhear the soldier telling her about me and finally saying something to her about a "prisoner."

I walk on out of the room.

Dream Commentary

Of all the many metaphors I'm experiencing of the people whose dreams I read on the internet, I think the one I would like best is along the lines of a crew on a space ship, such as Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, or Firefly. Maybe I'll have such a dream some day. Meanwhile, in this dream its fairly easy for me to imagine the people I encounter on this threatened ship as part of the chaotic ship full of the dream-writers which I currently read. The doomed old people who don't know what's going on, the Civil War soldier and the woman who gives me the book. I would like to think of the Civil War soldier as representing those dream-writers who believe in reincarnation. The fact that he finds me lying on the floor in a fetal position and then regards me as a prisoner seems to bear on my uncertainty about that subject. The overriding theme of the dream, as with all my nuclear bomb dreams, is the annihilation of the soul by sin. Only the woman in charge of the books seems up to this challenge. I would like to think of the books in that library as compilations of the dreams of internet dream-writers. I'm especially interested in reading the books of those determined to survive this life.

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My mom and I were at oak grove when she was startled by a rooster flying about in trees. Some people nearby wondered what we were looking at. My mom thought that we might try to catch it in a net. She swings and misses. The chicken then morphs into an ostrich. It's pretty cute, and my mom and others attempt to usher it into the pickup. It sort of pecks at my face, but I wasn't too worried. In a later fragment, Raychelle was with me as we watched a commercial that featured the ostrich, and I forgot that she had been there. She was a little offended by my not remembering her. She claimed that it had to do with her physique and assured me that she was growing into her pants.

Small fragment behind some mail warehouse. I saw the slot where mama n papa's mail is supposed to go. It was a small slot with both of their signatures. I watched as trainee drivers were practicing going in reverse.

There was a series of huge waves crashing on the shore. I was in a group that was attempting to evade the crashes. The group included Steve and Eric. We eventually caught one of the waves and rode it very far inland.

Last two fragments fit in somewhere just not sure where. They are both lucid fragments. The first took place after parting with my family in some small city. I became lucid while walking and walked to a cute girl and asked her to come with me. She sat down on a bench of some kind and I began to feel her up. Wake up. The other fragment was with a group of women peers who I guess I just had sex with. I could feel my cum on my leg. They were discussing the possibility of a large group sex interaction. I was excited but expressed concern that I would cum to early. I became lucid and walked over to Stephanie, told her this was a dream, and told her we were gonna have sex right then. I remember being aware of how little traction there was and woke up.

So I dreamt that I was in the downstairs bathroom shapeshifting myself into stuff. I thought it was real life, so I thought, "AWESOME SHAPESHIFTING CAN'T WAIT TO DO STUFF." Out of habit, I did a reality check. The check itself worked perfectly, but I didn't care because FREAKING SHAPESHIFTING POWERS. So, not conscious enough to prolong the dream, I woke up a few minutes later and was disappointed.

Morning of January 6, 2014. Monday.



Firstly, there was another weird body dream (the last one being the six-toes one). My nose has troubles. It feels a bit unusual. I eventually move the vomer bone about (the structure is very loose) and it actually seems to fully break (though there was not much left holding it in) and then it all come out like a loose tooth. I am mildly disturbed by this, but not really worried about it to any serious extent. I could probably see a doctor later. After this, I look in a mirror and notice that (dream logic) because my vomer structure is gone (although my nose somehow still looks perfectly normal), my bottom lip is receding and not visible. I am annoyed by my new appearance of having “no bottom lip”, but will have to live with it I guess. (It is still there, but completely tucked under my upper lip.)

Later, I have no money, but owe a whole year of back rent (do not ask how such a thing is possible, as I have no clue; not sure how I have been eating, either). I wander around in an unknown area of La Crosse, heading south, although nothing is that familiar. I think I am going to work for a small retail business or some such. I have no active memory of my real life at any point in the past or present, for the most part, not even much memory/awareness of relatives. I am walking along on an embankment as well as across certain walls and brick fences just off the sidewalk. Eventually, I cannot walk on the walls - as they become narrower and narrower (older recurring) as well as having a few objects in the way here and there. So I sort of lightly float down (a very short distance - only about four feet) to the sidewalk, but do not become lucid with this subtle act of minor vertical “flying”. I end up walking a bit east, and then back to the north. A man at a round table (possibly Morgan Freeman - not sure why I am dreaming of celebrities far more than usual - very unlike me) offers me money - about two hundred dollars. I am reluctant to take it, but eventually am talked into it so I can give my landlady about half. I then end up walking northward again, through some sort of tunnel.

There is a scene that makes little sense in terms of a more realistic outside environment. There is a giant box spring setup (mostly hollow on the underside) outside and across the street from a mostly isolated park - a somewhat desolate area in some ways. The giant box spring is about the size (in area) of the foundation of a small house. (Perhaps it was specially made for some sort of sport.) I am with several unknown younger people. The older car we were in seemed to be having some sort of mechanical problems so we had stopped for awhile. A car with three females goes by, the driver making a comment at one of the other unknowns. Eventually someone shoots at them and it is my obligation to hide the bodies under the giant box spring (one still being alive at the time), closer to an outer isolated higher wall of gray stone, in a section near the edge, where a lot of taller, but wilting weeds are growing between the wall and the long edge of the giant box spring. One of the males (who seems much like the unknown male from the black smoke dream) notices that the box spring is a bit up off the ground in one section, because of the hip of one of the bodies being just a bit too high. He jumps up and down on that area to make it more even. Apparently, members of the public rarely go to that area. It actually does not even seem that dramatic or macabre.

Earlier, there were longer non-lucid dreams of watching the Cowsills perform in various venues, likely due to having watched a lot of older videos of them. There was also one of my own concert dreams (starting off with “Pipeline” as usual) and featuring a banjo player to my right with me playing the bass for the most part, and including the usual songs. “Pipeline”, “Runaway” (Del Shannon), “The Rain, The Park, and Other Things”, “Speak to the Sky”, “Tennessee Flattop box”, “Dear Prudence”, “Ragtime Cowboy Joe” (not usually a part of my dream concert), “Since I Met You Baby”, “Down in the Boondocks”, and several others. Not sure of the song that is playing before it decays.

01.05.14

Nap in the afternoon.

I work with languages. But now they want me to act in a movie, because my lines are suppose to be spoken in another languages that I speak. I say ok, I'm nt an actor, but whatever.

I'm suppose to prove something, so I'm looking at checkout receipts. I have all of them, but the one that counts. So I say the hell with it. I don't need this shit.

I'm suppose to get out of someplace. I peek into one room, looks like there are opening in the wall that ae dark, partially blocked by some couldrons. Don't like the feel of it and get out. A monster like, mutated human gets out with me. I'm telling him to stay the fuck away or he is gonna get it. He doesn't listen, comes after me and I kick his ass.

Dream of: 29 December 2013 "I Wanna Sue Somebody"



discover more than one meaning

I'm in a room with 15-20 people (mostly in their 40s) who are clustered together at desks. Most are women. Everyone in the room is a lawyer. We've all started working here in this one spot and I still don't know how much they know about the law. While everyone is sitting quietly and reading, I start asking a few questions to some of the women sitting close to me. I propose a certain legal scenario and I ask them what they would do in that situation. They all seem to possess the sound knowledge of how to handle a federal law suit, but I'm unsure how they would fare if I were to ask them questions about the law of discovery. To test them, I ask them how they would go about introducing at trial evidence of an internet-chat conversation. One of them says that "the rule is ...." and she gives an explanation which obviously is not the correct rule. Another of them seems to know the proper federal rule of evidence, but she's not able to explain it clearly. None of them seem to clearly understand how to introduce an internet-chat conversation into evidence in a trial. I think to myself that I need to find out the answer to that question because I'm not even sure myself.
I notice an adjoining room where perhaps a dozen little cat-sized animals are running around. I'm unsure what they are - they might be ferrets or they might be little monkeys. They are all different colors. When I walk over to the door, one of the little animals runs up to me and I'm somewhat afraid that it might attack me. It follows me into my room and runs around the room. I'm unsure what these other people will think about my bringing these animals into the room, but I like the animals and no one seems to complain much.
I walk back over to my desk and I start talking to a black-haired woman (in her 40s). We start talking about something which I earlier overheard someone say. The subject of the conversation could be interpreted two different ways. I've noticed this dual-interpretation phenomenon several times since I've been in this room. When this woman says something, I try to think of the correct term to describe what she's saying, and I say that its a "pun". She agrees with me. I talk to her longer than I talk with anyone else. I tell her that we can talk at several different times and that we could do several different things together. She asks if one of the things could be sex. I hesitate. I'm not sure. I tell her that that's a possibility. It almost seems as if she might want to have sex right now, but I'm not prepared for that. I would have to think about it first. She seems to want to know how long it would take. I'm not sure to what she is referring. I wonder if she is alluding to my taking a pill - such as Viagra - and needing perhaps a half hour before I would be ready to have sex. I think to myself, "I don't have any pills." I think if I want to have sex with her, I might need to procure some pills. I think she might even have a pill which she could give me. I might have to order some pills. I've hesitated to do that in the past, but I think I might have to.
A man (50-60 years old) who seems like a professor is now sitting at the front of the room and talking about legal cases. I'm unsure, but he might be a judge, even though this room has more the feel of a classroom than a courtroom. I listen intently to what he has to say and when he reaches the end of his speech, he gives the legal citation for a couple cases. I didn't hear the cites clearly and I ask him to repeat them. I want to write them down. Some other people groan because they don't seem interested in hearing the man repeat the cites, but I want to know what the cites are because I'm very interested in this subject of legal discovery about which he's talking. He repeats the numbers of the cases and I write them down.
After the class ends and the professor leaves, I notice a fellow in the back of the room reading a book which has one of the cites - which we were just given - written in large letters on the front of the book. Obviously the fellow is already looking up those cases - I knew they were important.
As I continue sitting at my table, I reflect that these are not law students, but actual lawyers in this room. I'm thinking that I would like to start practicing law again. I might go to Columbus and set up a law office. Abruptly I'm cognizant that I don't have an Ohio law license. I would have to return to Texas where I'm still licensed to practice law. I'm almost tempted to do that. Then again, perhaps I could simply work for another lawyer here in Ohio.
I start talking to a lawyer sitting across the table from me. He's involved in a case and the subject of my working for him comes up. I say, "I work cheap." I would simply like to start working in a law office, even if I didn't make much. I'm thinking around $17,000 a year is as low as I can go. That would be the very cheapest that I could work and still be able to survive. I'd be willing to do that simply to get in and start working on this stuff.
I blurt out, "I wanna sue somebody." I want to jump right into the fray of a lawsuit as quickly as possible. I know that I've been trained in litigation at Baylor Law School, which specialized in litigation, and I suddenly feel the pressing need to once again be involved in litigation. I'm willing to work cheap to start out. If I work hard, I know it won't take long before I would be making big money. Money, however, isn't my primary motive. I simply want to be involved in the legal arena.

Dream Commentary

Because I've started publishing my dreams on Dream Views as well as the Dream Journal web site, in my commentary I'm going to start looking for Dream Views in my dreams as well as Dream Journal. Both sites jumped out at me in this dream. In one room are the people from the Dream Journal: the lawyers. In the other room are the people from Dream Views: the animals. Yes, those people in Dream Views seem like wild animals. In fact one of the lucid tasks of the month last month was turning into an wolf. I'm not sure what the people on the Dream Journal will think about my bringing these animals into the Dream Journal commentary, but just as in my dream, I trust that no one will "complain much".
Comparing the dream-writers on the Dream Journal to lawyers is new. I'm not entirely sure what "sue" in this context means. It seems to point to a dynamic purpose for writing dreams. In other words, I don't simply want to learn about the law (dreams), but I want to use the law (dreams) in the courtroom (of published dreams).
Yes, I can definitely see the black-haired woman as someone I've met on the Dream Journal. I would go a little farther, than that, however, and maybe look at her as a conglomerate of all women whose dreams I read. She definitely raises the question of sexless intimacy in my mind. Is that even possible?

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