earlier - iemand liet mij verschillende klassieke componisten zien 4-11 - Wern, lsd spugen, heb je alles op? vroeg hij disappointed. Yep, manic, lol. 5-11 - Lauren tillen, winkelstraten, zwaar, kon het redden. 5-11 - mountaintop, ice-climbing with people/family and dad. Have no ice-boots just sport shoes. Fall a little, dangerous. Use holes of other people's boots to hold on to and climb and make holes myself to hold onto, fel like i can fall, feels comfortably safe. come to the top. lie on the peak with my belly. saw my dad there before, saw someone jump off and slide down the mountain. the peak looks like the inside ring of a tree. (dad) looks at me as if that should be obvious. i'm the only one that fits there, someone wants to get up, nobody can come up there before i slide off. i'm afraid to look down and feel like i lose the nerve to just slide off safely.
+ hiking/exploring on the massive mountainside carvings/statue The scene [or my memory of it] begins with a group emerging onto a large open area outside high up on a mountainside. Ahead of me is a young asian man (with a small mustasche?) whom I think previously was on our team but has switched sides to the enemy? I "know" that the place we are is very special massive carving on the mountainside, of a Chinese dog/dragon head. There are huge golden pillars/boulders to the sides, and I look up at the face of the cliffs and see the huge eye carved there. I see in the very far distance, a flat land far away and far below, and know that the carvings on the mountain are quite well seen from even that far away. I'm looking down at the ground and see all sorts of very colorful stones/rocks. I want to take one or more with me, but I do not know if I have any spare weight left in my luggage. I look at several, and one in particular catches my eye and I pick it up and turn it over and look at it all around: it is a grayish stone covered with beautiful pastel blue and green polka dots. Another stone has a clear crystal part and a deep reddish-brown translucent part, and I turn it over and see some bits of salami wedged into the rock. Of course, because this is a salami sandwich rock! I pick out the bits of salami. I see more rocks, like flint/shale, sharp, ragged edges. I pick one up and turn it over, there are large scarab beetles (?) on the bottom. I move up a path picking up other rocks, and there are mussels inside chambers if you lift off the covers. My colleague CC (companies "3", "b", current company "s") is there and says he's hungry. I ask if he's eaten those beetles from the underside of that other rock. He says yes, I say "even with all those gross wiggly legs!?". + visiting anderj101's new room, playing his piano I'm hanging around a (dorm?) and [pretty sure it's] anderj101 comes up with pictures of his new room! He applied for and got a room for himself, the picture has a couch on it. I go to see his new room. In the picture there is a small square hard (wood?)-floor dance area where he teachers dance classes to kids. I think that those classes are probably why he was approved to get this room all to himself. I see the small area on the picture, and inside the room I see the same area but it's smaller. I look again and it's more reasonable sized now. Inside the room we both hold out our arms to our sides and spin around in circles, and I say "oh boy, So Much Space!" I revel in all the open space in this room. I move to sit on a couch, and I feel like I'm so comfortable here I want to sleep. But I say that "I'm just going to sit here and close my eyes and imagine things (decorating options?) about this room" but really I intend to sleep. I get up and turn around and want to play on anderj101's piano. He says "well don't play that old one, it's out of tune." So I sit down on a (square cushioned?) stool in front of the digital piano which is a shiny, deep burgundy color, and very curvy/swoopy in shape. The keyboard is on the ground with no stand so I can't reach it. Anderj101 says "most people pick up the keyboard and put in on their laps." So I do that. I position my hands to start playing the intro to Arthur's Theme (Christopher Cross), but then I notice that all the keys above middle C are missing and there are only little circular buttons where the key would press down to activate the sound, and realize I can't play this. I try to play anyway, and position my hands and try to play, but the whole keyboard is now flexible and bending up and down in peaks and valleys and the keys are all sort of squished close together, and I give up after just a bar or two. We're outside now walking in to some door and I say "love songs are the most fiendishly difficult to play." Anderj101 says "yeah and girlfriends always want you to play those love songs." I say "so you might as well have to be a concert pianist!" Inside the door I'm standing close with a group of people, one of whom is VTch who comes up, he comes up from the back and around the crowd to stand in front of me. He says someone apparently had been squeezing him very hard on his arm. + at work, watching a color printer in action I'm at a job that I never go to much, it is a moonlighting job. I wonder if I can ask the president for my paycheck, and if I picked it up last time since I don't come around very much. I'm standing at printer, against wall, then I move to the one in the middle of the room which is managed by the IT guy who's desk is right there in the middle of the room. This is a color printer and it has a very special way of printing (dots?). I watch the process of a large long piece of paper has various color designs painted on it in a waterfall pattern. + (f) at a party, something about getting beer?
I had arrived in a town with some friends to run a half marathon. I hadn't done any training. I said that I was going to run it in around 2 hours. We were on a playing field and we started moving toward the start line. There were big crowds of people all moving in the same direction. I became separated from my friends. I was carrying a bag and wearing a big coat and looked for somewhere to leave them. I thought a bench would be safe, it looked like someone was going to do some children's entertainment there as there were balls and other things left lying around. I put my bag on the bench. I still had to get rid of my coat. I wandered into a changing room but it would cost me money to hire a locker and I didn't have any, I almost hung the coat up on a hook but it was a nice yellow skiing jacket and I didn't want it to be stolen. Then I was suddenly in someone's house and he had offered to let me leave it there. I was stood in his hallway but I didn't actually see him. I was looking at lockers on the wall, there was a poster on the lockers showing a building, his mother appeared and told me it was disgusting and I knew she was talking about a gay nightclub and the friend was gay. I was outside again. It was sunny and warm. I realised it was 5 minutes until the start of the race and I was a long way from the start. I was running down a sloping street towards the town center. There were too many people in my way so I had to run over some rough ground covered with thorns. I made it to the start of the race but I had left my runner number at home so I couldn't run. I watched the start of the race as I walked along the side of the street, there were shops on the side of the road. I saw a few other people dressing in running gear and wondered why they weren't running. A man came up to me and started asking questions. I knew who he was but couldn't remember his name. Then there were several other men stood around me and I sort of knew them all but couldn't remember exactly who they were. I had some other dreams but have forgotten them now.
I don't remember any of my dreams last night, beyond waking up and reminding myself to remember what I'd just dreamed about. d'oh. However, while trying to remember at least a few fragments of it, I somehow dredged up an ancient dream from when I was like... 4 or 5 years old. I was in a store in the mall with my aunt S. It was a clothing store, think of like Ross's but a much older one... the name escapes me... the chain has mostly faded away. I don't think I've seen one in a long time. Anyway, I lost my aunt somehow. I'm wandering around through the aisles looking for her, when I see a yellow Mylar balloon with a smiley face on it floating in the middle of the aisle I'm looking down. A balloon is interesting, but I'm looking for my aunt. I continue looking down the aisles. When I turn around again, the balloon is behind me, a few feet away. As I go through the store looking for my aunt, every time I turn around or look down the aisle, the balloon is there. I start to feel like it's following me. It goes from interesting to weird to unsettling. I finally find my aunt and complain about the balloon. I can't really articulate what's going on or why it's upsetting me, though. Either way, she either doesn't believe me or doesn't care. Little kids say weird shit all the time, after all. I follow her out of the store and we meet up with my grandmother and my cousin outside in the main area of the mall. There is a giant yacht in the middle of the mall, just sitting there. It's huge. Not quite the size of an ocean liner, but definitely way too big to just be sitting there in a mall. I recall that the lighting in the mall was very dim, and the ground was very... kind of fake brown marbly. Very "generic mall". The yacht was very white. I wouldn't quite classify it as a nightmare, but I remember that it was an upsetting dream. At the time that I had it, I still didn't have a firm grasp on the idea that dreams are different from reality, so I spent a while believing that a balloon had really chased me around a store. I didn't like Mylar balloons for quite a while after that.
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