AstronomyDomine

I am in an old concrete stairwell, resembling a turret in a castle. I am going up and down within the turret, hovering above the stairs. I hear the sound of moaning as I ascend and descend in the stairwell. I am not sure if I am making the moaning sounds, or if they are coming from somewhere else. I float all the way down to the bottom level where the moaning grows louder and I see a small partition in the wall which opens up into another chamber. I try to enter the partition with my floating body, but it does not fit. It is at this point I realize this may be a dream. I look at the palms of my hands to do an RC: they are deformed and mutated. I see a reptilian-looking eyeball in one of them, in the center of my palm, blinking back at me. My hands are black, with an electric, neon-green outline. As I marvel at this, I feel the dream slipping away. I quickly attempt to stabilize, but I lose control and enter back through the hypnopompic curtain and into wakefulness. Dreamt 2/20/17

I am in Germany, deep in the Black Forest. Nearby is an old, famous brewery, named Feldschlossberg. It is located in a lonely, depopulated area, surrounded by thick, green coniferous trees. The sky above is overcast and a dismal gray. The brewery is actually a secluded castle, and it is closed off to the public. The castle is hidden behind a newer, modern facility, which is now the face of the company. In order to see the castle, one must take a guided tour of the premises. I drive up to the front gate of the brewery, which is unlocked, and enter a private drive. The drive goes up a hill. Executive buildings suddenly emerge on the left, partially visible through the trees. I keep going higher and higher up the hill. The Feldschlossberg Castle is at the top of the hill, I think to myself. And I am going to see it! I am the only person in this dream.

The road suddenly stops at a dead end. Looming in front of me on the road is a high, rocky cliff. Atop the cliff I can see the new facility building of the brewery, with a white commercial van parked in front of it. The van is filled with people about to take a tour of the brewery. I notice that some of the tourists are looking down at me through the windows of the van. This makes me feel very uneasy, and I quickly look for a book or map to pretend to read so they'll think I'm lost. I find a book about a museum, a book which is unrelated to the brewery. My recall fades at this point and the dream is lost. Dreamt 2/21/2017

1. I am climbing a tree which is growing upside down. Either that, or this is a world where reverse-gravity is in effect and I am grasping the limbs for dear life. If I let go, gravity will pull me up and I will "fall" into the sky and into deep space ad infinitum. I am with two other people. They are also holding on to the branches for dear life.

2. I am driving a vintage old car, like a 1920's Ford. It has a crank-shaft. The cabin only has room for one; it resembles a dragster. Some hot Spanish girls pull up beside me in a modern car. The driver gets out and walks over to a bunch of gang-members. She tells them in Spanish I've been "giving her attention". A gang member grabs a pipe and starts walking towards me. I run back to my vintage car and also pick up a pipe from the front seat and turn to face him. Recall fades.

Dreamt 2/16/2017

I am at my old childhood home in South Florida. I am there with two other people. The three of us are wearing Army uniforms and it is dark outside. In the dream I hear Bob Dylan's Just Like Tom Thumb Blues start to play. When it gets to the part "...and the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same..", I feel a foreboding sense of danger in the air. It appears we are barricaded and trapped in this house. Something evil is lurking around outside in the darkness. When I go up to a window to look outside, someone shouts at me, "I wouldn't go near the windows. There's a sniper out there!" I quickly jump back and huddle with the other two soldiers behind a partition by a wall closet. I realize we are in a very dangerous situation, as the light coming from inside the house illuminates the windows, making it very easy for someone outside to peer in at us. The two people with me (a man and woman), tell me they've already been shot at. Now, they say, "It's your turn."

I suddenly start running around the house. Each time I run past the windows, I expect to get shot at from the sniper outside. I continue to run in circles around the house, faster and faster. Everything's a blur, like how a whirlwind would look through a kaleidoscope. Dreamt 2/16/2017

I am hanging out with this blonde middle-aged Dutch lady with whom I had a relationship sometime ago IWL. We are at her place - a small, quaint apartment in a subtropical area like Florida. I look out her window and see a pond with a fountain in the middle, some palm trees and a golf course out in the distance. She is telling me how she needs someone to watch her place when she goes on vacation. She is needing someone to feed her cat, make sure her plants are being watered and mail is being brought in. I look over and notice there is another lady with us. She is pouring kitty food in a small dish in the kitchen. The Dutch lady continues to say that if I decide to housesit for her I can help myself to all the food in the fridge, watch her TV, sleep in her bed - basically I can make myself at home while she's gone. I thank her, but do not commit to staying there. She then leaves with her two blue suitcases, and I am left alone with the woman in the kitchen. I am suddenly transported to a brown-sanded, wasteland desert where my wife and I are cruising on golf carts, going up and down the hot dunes like waves on an ocean. The woman from the Dutch lady's kitchen is with us too, riding behind us in her own golf cart. Large, mystical snow-capped mountains loom in the background. I suggest we drive out the mountains, thinking it would be cool to climb to the peak of one of them. But after further thought, I realize this might be too dangerous. Plus, they were far away!

Suddenly I am back at the Dutch lady's apartment. She has since returned from vacation, having been gone a week. She is marveling that all the food is still in her fridge. She wants to know what I ate the whole time I stayed there. I told her I was gone too, on a vacation of my own. She freaks out and yells at me. "Who the hell was feeding my cat!" "I thought the lady in your kitchen was going to take care of it," I reply. She puts her hands on her hips and looks at me as though I were crazy. The cat suddenly comes up to me and purrs by my leg. I reach down to pick it up and notice there is a nasty spot on its back where hair is missing. It keeps turning around to lick the spot as I hold it. Dreamt 2/10/2017

I am with a person who is eager to show me a house he just inherited. I am there to do some repairs/remodeling so he can turn it around and sell it. When we arrive we see how old and dilapidated it is. It looks like an old abandoned crack house. The front door is ajar and windows are wide open, the curtains fluttering in the breeze. We step cautiously into the house and are met by a homeless-looking man with a long beard and a crazy eyes - he is the schizophrenic brother of the man I am with. He has apparently moved into the house. He walks into the living room, holding a toothbrush. The two brothers begin fighting and screaming at each other: "Get out of this house!" "I ain't goin' nowhere! Mom and dad gave it to me!" "Mom and dad disinherited you!" "Like hell they did! One half of this fucker is mine!" And on and on they go, yelling at each other. The fighting eventually escalates from verbal to physical. The schizophrenic brother picks up a television and hurls it at us. We move out of the way and it smashes against the wall. We decide to leave. I suggest we go back to my place temporarily while we decide what to do.

The house we go to is my old home in West Islip, NY where I lived from 1984 to 1989. We sit down in the parlor and decide what course of action to take against his crazy brother. I suggest we hold him at gunpoint until the police come. We go down to the basement and I take out a bag of guns. I ask if he has a preference as to what gun we use on his brother: we have a .22 but we also have a lever-action 30/30. He says to use the .22, but I can't find it so we end up using the 30/30. Taking it out of the bag, I accidentally discharge a bullet through the basement ceiling. When I get up closer to inspect the bullet hole, the hole suddenly transforms and widens into an air conditioning vent. As we head back upstairs with the gun, I ask him if his brother will seek revenge on us for holding him at gunpoint. The answer is yes. I turn off the AC before leaving, but then change my mind and turn it back on. My parents will want the house nice and cool when they return from vacationing in Italy. Dreamt 2/9/2017

I am flying somewhere over the United States in an F-16 fighter jet. I am not the one actually flying the jet; it is being flown by a guy with dark sunglasses who looks like Swedish heavy-metal guitarist Yngwie J. Malmsteen. We are flying at night. I am very glad I am not the pilot, as I have no idea how to operate an F-16. I do have a job, however: my job is to control our altitude. I do this by shifting an M-16 assault rifle which is sticking up between us like a gear shaft. Leaning it down makes us go down; pulling it back makes the F-16 go up higher. The position of the barrel determines the direction of our altitude. I look out the window and see the terrain spread out beneath us like tiny twinkling Christmas lights. We are cruising at super-sonic speed, and Yngwie is very cool and relaxed behind his dark shades.

I point the barrel of the M-16 down and we start to descend. We suddenly hit some turbulence and the jet begins to rock and bounce around in the clouds. This frightens me. Suddenly I am not so sure what I am doing with my M-16 assault rifle altimeter. Should I go back up? Continue on course? I think to myself, one slip up and I'll kill us both! To my great relief, Yngwie grabs the barrel and lifts the entire gun out of its boot and puts it on his side. The jet stabilizes. We are safe. When we eventually land, I notice it I am in a vaguely familiar place - I recall the neighborhood from some prior dream fragment. Dreamt 2/7/2017

I am at a concert without the band present. A large group of people are gathered, and I see a friend with a strange man standing next to him. The man is staring at me intimidatingly. I stand up from my seat to try to get a better look at the empty stage. I feel myself pressing up against someone. Everybody is very close together and crowding each other. I look over to see who I am brushing up against and I see it is that strange man. He gets very upset that I am touching him. He gets away from me and continues to stare me down from a distance. I ask my friend to talk to him (because he evidently knows him), and apologize on my behalf. My friend writes a note and gives it to the man. The man comes over, sits down and reads the note. He then looks up at me and I come over and sit down beside him. We shake hands.

After shaking his hand, he suddenly transforms in a nice German lady. We strike up a conversation and start telling each other about all the different places we've visited in the world. She tells me she's been to Azerbaijan. Not to be outmatched, I lie and tell her I've been to Tajikistan. We talk more and develop excellent rapport. I notice her face looks puffy, swollen. I begin to grow uncomfortable: partly because of how she looks, and partly because I am exaggerating the truth with her. I eventually remove myself from her presence and go sit on a table and try to act cool.

Dreamt 2/1/2017

I am in a lush forest with two people. I climb a thick tree because I am trying to escape from a girl known simply as "Neuf". Neuf has two people with her and they are hunting me like an animal. The man Neuf is with has a gun and he will shoot me on sight. I decide to climb a tree, moving stealthily from limb to limb as I go higher and higher. This action is extremely vivid. I am given instruction on where to climb from the people I am with. I eventually decide to climb down when I think it is safe. I am alone now. I meet up with "Neuf", who is also alone. She jumps on my shoulders and I carry her around. We become friends and she helps me avoid the man with the gun and the woman who is with him. Both of them are still hunting me. I begin to feel unsafe again and start looking for the tree I climbed down from. I want to get back up to safety, but there are so many trees in this forest, I get lost and can't find my special tree. The man with the gun suddenly emerges from a trail and looks my way. I quickly duck down another path. I suddenly see my "special tree", but with Neuf on my shoulders I can hardly climb it. I instead wait for my two my friends to come down. The man with the gun and the woman go down another trail and we lose them. Dreamt 1/30/2017

Note: I met a girl the next day at my work who perfectly fit the description of "Neuf" in this dream. Her hair color, her body shape -- everything, perfectly. I told her about this dream and she wasn't surprised. She is interested in astral travel and lucid dreaming and believes dreams can be meshed, or shared. As far as 'Neuf", I only know it is the French word for "9" or "new". Her conjecture is that it may have something to do with the lunar cycle.

Overgrown Weeds

I am at my old childhood home in Hollywood, Florida and notice all the houses in the neighborhood have nice, manicured lawns. But the lawn in front of my old house is all overgrown with weeds. The weeds are huge, towering. They look like gigantic sheaves of wheat or grain and they put out a golden glow against the blue sky.

Surgical Ward Transvestite

I am in a hospital surgical ward, dressed like a drag queen. I look at myself in a mirror and think, "I make a pretty damn-good looking woman!". A pregnant Russian lady who speaks English very well is on the floor, and she is with a male friend. She sees me and starts questioning her own looks. I think she is beautiful; she, however, doesn't think she is. She continues to seek confirmation of her beauty from me. I do everything I can to boost her self-confidence. Meanwhile, I am looking for the bathroom, but can't find it. I decide to lift my skirt and urinate in the surgical waste bucket in the corner of the hallway. A surgeon sees me pissing in the bucket but says nothing, giving me a contemptuous look instead. Embarrassed, I halt my piss mid-flow and decide to keep looking for a proper bathroom. Another surgeon comes out of the surgical station, clutching his groin and asking where the bathroom is. I tell him it's just around the corner (not true - I'm still looking for it myself), but the first surgeon walks over and points to a door right in front of us that says, "Lavatory" on it. Then he gives me another contemptuous look.

Dreamt 1/29/2017

The House at the Bottom of the Hill

I am with a short woman and we are visiting another woman who lives at the bottom of the a hill in a rural town. The area we are in reminds me of Pembroke Pines or Miramar in South Florida when I was a kid. We've both been to this house before, in another dream fragment, but now we are back. It is not clear why. And we don't quite remember how to get to the house; all I remember is it is at the bottom of a hill. I recall walking with this woman, side by side, down a road as we approach the top of a hill. I find it strange there are hills in this area, as South Florida is known to be flat. We get along well and laugh as we walk down the hill. I notice she is wearing tight, faded blue jeans.

Sumo Marriage Counselling

I am in an underground men's locker room with my wife. I am trying to explain to her why we, as guys, get upset when we feel women are trying to "push our buttons". The conversation with her gets heated, and we begin airing our dirty laundry for all the other men in the locker room to hear. There is a very heavy, muscular black guy in the corner with a towel strategically wrapped around his lower torso and groin area. He looks like a Sumo wrestler. He is staring at me and listening to us go back and forth. The way he is looking at me, I begin to fear that he will take my wife's side of the argument. Instead, he closes his locker and says a few words of comfort and walks off. My wife and I stop fighting and feel at peace.

Dreamt 1/28/2017

I am in a huge underwater amphitheater with my father. The amphitheater is a glass dome under several hundred feet of water. Along with me and my dad there are several groups of people sitting in the bleachers. We are all waiting for a show to begin. Mozart begins to play as prehistoric-looking sea creatures in mid-evolutionary stages begin to walk out from a side door. The Mozart music is original hypnogogic permutations from my subconscious of his German marches from the Opera "Die Entführung aus dem Serail"

The creatures march to this music in the underwater amphitheater, and pause so we can pet them. Some of them look like gigantic mollusks. Others look like horseshoe crabs the size of dogs and huge, mutated crocodiles. They lumber across the aisles in perfect synch with the music. Among them is a big sawfish with legs. These are all prehistoric creatures. Sitting next to me with her arm around me is a sexy blonde woman. I have no idea who she is. She leans in very close and I can feel her breath against my ear. I am wondering who her boyfriend is, and also worried that my wife might see us. Meanwhile, the prehistoric creatures are crawling all around in front of us. I have to lift my legs to let them pass by. In the dream, I remember this as a strenuous exercise. My father is sleeping next to me. He is sprawled out across two chairs. He is wearing a shirt with back lettering, but the words keep shifting as I try to read what they spell. As I reach out to try to stop the letters from moving, he drowsily awakens and tells me to stop touching him. He actually says, "If you keep touching me, I'm gonna lay you out like I am." After he says this, three men in shorts come over to where we are sitting and try to wake him. They say, "Hello" to him at the same time, intentionally loud and obnoxious. He jolts awake. As they laugh, I assure my dad I had nothing to do with this prank. The Mozart, meanwhile, has gotten more pronounced and my attention is directed toward the gorgeous music. In a brief glimpse of lucidity, I realize this music is not real Mozart, but a figment of my imagination. I marvel at how beautiful and realistic my subconscious rendition of his operatic marches are.

Miscellaneous fragments from the same night:

1. I am explaining to my son how vitamin C works in boosting the immune system. I explain that the vitamin builds a wall through which the microbes are unable to pass. In my dream mind, I see a bubble wall collapse on a bunch of marauding bacteria.

2. I am on vacation in Russia, returning to the bungalow I rented. I am somewhere down by the Black Sea I think, in a coastal resort area. As I enter the door to my place, I notice some people on the road watching me. The walkway from the road to my door is a short wooden bridge, resembling a boardwalk. When I get inside my bungalow I look at myself in a mirror. I look like a pathetic tourist: red hat, white American tennis shoes, preppy shorts and a Hawaiian-themed shirt. No wonder people are looking at me! I am suddenly very conscious I may soon be robbed. Dreamt 1/27/2017