Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I am in an office... not the office I work in - some backwards corporate office in a sky scraper. I have my own office, not a cubicle. One whole wall is glass.

This dream I went in and out of being lucid.

I say to myself, "I would never work here. This can't be real." I decided to try to turn off the light and couldn't. I rummaged through some papers and nothing seemed to look quite right.

I turn towards the windows and jump into them, smashing them to bits. I didn't fall, I sort of gently floated down to the sidewalk below.

I am holding some sort of device. It is black and round with a circular screen in the middle. I had cracked it on the fall down.

I am turning over this object wondering what it could possibly be for. Weird images keep flashing on it, it looks like it's trying to come back to life but is unable to.

I decide I want to leave the city as it is too congested and crowded. I spin and am in a park by the house I grew up in.

I am in the park, I forget for a few moments what I am doing there. I am still holding the device. Not far away there is a boy playing fetch with his dog. They seem to be having a grand time and I watch for a few moments...

Up in the air I see a hot air balloon. The baloon is light blue with white stripes going vertically down it. I start thinking to myself that I would like very much to ride in that hot air balloon.

A thought dawns on me that I can do anything I want, because of course - I am dreaming!

I approach the man and ask him if I could use him for a moment. He comes with me to below where the air balloon is. I climb up on his shoulders and jump hard, propelling myself high into the air where I grab ahold of the balloon and swing myself inside its basket. There are buttons and knobs all over the inside, control panels galore. I wonder what is going on at my house... I steer it towards my house.

When I get there, all of my friends are sitting in a circle in my living room with candles in the middle of them.

I walk over and sit with them. They're all smoking pot and looking rather burnt out.
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Okay... So, I'm frustrated.

I couldn't stay lucid and when I was lucid... Well, I didn't do much.

I think I need to work on an intention to carry out next time I become lucid. Everytime I become lucid I either go in and out of being lucid or I just kind of... don't do much. Buh.

Anyone have any suggestions?

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I am standing in front of a house with my best friend. We are just standing there, right in front of the door. After some time she turns to me and says, "Well - come on why aren't we going into your house?"
So, I'm somewhat puzzled.
It is not my apartment. It is a big old victorian-esque house with mountains behind it and grass surrounding it... the grass is bordered with trees/forest.

This should have been a no brainer dream sign, however, I... didn't... guh. Yeah, anyway.

I open the door and walk inside... It actually resembles my house, at least the inside, very well. I decided to explore - even my drum set was in the living room along with 14 typewriters strewn around... In fact, every room seemed to have typewriters. There was even an underwood 5 which I don't even own (but would really like to).

Er, anyhow... I went into my room with her and it was incredibly messy so we decided to clean it up. There was purple writing written all over the walls. I kept scrubbing it off and it kept reapparing worse than before.

I wast talking the whole time... I kept ranting on about police states and er, how a gangster mouse at my other mouse... I don't know. I kept going on about mice.

After a while we went outside and there were three girls standing around in the front. I introduced myself to all of them, the first two shook my hand and the third one stared me down menacingly.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I didn't write my dream down when I woke up (overslept, rushing). But I can still kind of remember it. It's somewhat blurry.

I was standing in a cemetary with a group of men in suits. They all had those ear plugs and sunglasses and all reminded me of sharks and gophers. They wore plastic grins.

A fire engine came roaring towards us and stopped, they were followed by several police cars. Several men came and told me I needed to come with them. I told them I didn't want to and all the men in suits started walking towards me, inching me closer to the car.

Next. I'm in a dark room and I'm wearing a plastic suit. It's the kind that covers your face, the kind you wear to protect you from your environment - or to protect it from you.

Apparently I'd had some sort of virus that was infecting the people around me and killing them. I tried to reason my way around it, telling the men in suits that I didn't kill anyone and I felt fine.

I'm not exactly sure what happened inbetween this and the end, but I ended up jumping off a fixed metal diving board into some sort of meat churner. I know this sounds really sick, but I remember being really happy about it. (side note, I'm not suicidal in the least).

Anyway. It was kind of like that one simpsons episode, one of the treehouses of horror where they're killing all the kids and turning them into sloppy joes and feeding them at lunch time. That scene where they push the kids into that giant meat blender. I just remember jumping and watching the blades come closer and feeling really shocked and disbelieving that I was doing this.

That's all.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm standing in a field of green grass. Everything is beautiful, everything is alive and there's a cool breeze wrapping around my body. The sky looks pink and I think I can see nebulas in the distance.

I turn to face a huge stone building painted white. The place looks ancient yet so well preserved. There are steps leading up to a door way. There are ten steps. There are, in fact, always ten steps. I count them as I walk up them and I am looking down at my bare feet that are kind of slipping in and out of the stone around the edges. I slide my hand on the stone railing next to the stairs.

There is a huge wooden door at the top. I raise a fist to knock but it is opened before I get the chance. A man is standing there and puts his hand on my fist, lowering it down to my side. He is tall and has dark hair and light brown skin. He looks either Egyptian or Native American. His eyes are huge and dark. He looks to be in his mid-late twenties, yet something about him seems incredibly old.

He takes me into the building and sits me down at a round wooden table and brings me a cup of steaming hot tea that I don't drink. He tells me, "stay focused. Stay here."
I look at him and am not sure what he means.
"Stay focused, stay here," He says again.

He says a lot of things that I don't remember. He is preparing me for something. There is an overwhelming sense of needing to find something, needing to accomplish something, needing to DO something of some sort.

I take his hand as he motions for me to get out of the chair and follow him. He asks, "are you ready to leave now?"
I tell him I am and he nods with a very serious look on his face.

He opens a door that I didn't notice before. I take several steps back, staring at what lays beyond the door. I see millions of shades of blue and white and green, swirling together with objects floating around and mixing in with the green, the blues, and the white. Objects as mundane as lawn chairs and televisions and boats are floating around, spinning and getting devoured by these colors.
"Take my hand."
And I take it.
And then we jump.

I see a blast of energy, of colors, possibly a nebula. I'm rocketing at light speed, I am everything and I am everywhere....

And then I am soaring over an ocean. And then I am flying above jungles. And then I am coming closer and closer to a desert.

"Why don't I know your name?" I scream, the thought hitting me with confusion.
"Anashnu," he says with a sly expression.
(-- I have never heard this name before. I don't know where it came from. I've tried researching it and the closest thing I can find is 'anaschnu' which is a hebrew word, I think--)

And then we are floating over the pyramids. We are landing here.

My suspicions that he was egyptian seem to be true.

"Let me show you my kingdom," says Anashnu.
"Your kingdom?" I say, looking at the ruined pyramids.
"It's hidden," he says, "it's surrounded in magic so that archaeologists have been unable to locate its entrance."

He leads me deep inside the dusty, ancient tomb. We are climbing deeper and deeper into darkness, where random shimmers of gold is the brightest thing to meet my eyes.

Finally he stops and squats down, putting his hand on the ground. He's brushing off dust from the ground until I can finally see what's there. There's a gold rectangle with the most intricate designs and images carved into it. He mutters something on his breath, his eyes closed, his hand positioned on the gold rectangle. Like an elevator or something, it sinks down into the ground. He opens his eyes and looks to me to follow him as he climbs down the hole.

It's so bright it almost blinds you underground. It's so bright from all the gold, silver and jewels that I have to squint and everything gets blurry for a minute.
"Welcome," Anashnu says.

There are thousands of people milling the streets, going in and out of huge golden skyscrapers. Palaces. Everything is gold. The sky is gold, because there is no sky - just ceiling. The ground, that's gold mostly, it's also kind of sandy. There are lots of sand sculptures encrusted with rubys. I spot Anubis and stare at him until he turns and runs.

There are people looking at me everywhere. A woman comes and touches my clothes, looking bewildered before backing away slowly. People are bowing to Anashnu and welcoming me.

We walk down the street and the crowd clears to either side of the street to let us pass. They all stare at us. Some of them look happy and others look angry. He leads me to a palace. A huge golden palace that would make the taj mahal crumble in shame.

Once inside, he turns to me and says, "do you like it here?"
"Yes," I say, "but I'm not sure where here is..."
"You don't need to stay," he tells me. "In fact," he continues," maybe you would be happier if you flew away."
"Fly away?" I ask.
"You're always welcome to my kingdom," Anashnu tells me, "but you might not be ready to stay here. This is my world. Know your world before you know mine."
I thank him. I don't know why. I say thank you and turn. He smiles, but I can sense malice in his smile. I don't know why, but his smile makes me uneasy. I walk back out into the street, now alone. There are people everywhere staring at me. They all come towards me, their hands outreached. I jump hard against the ground and am catapulted upwards. I can hear the people screaming below, can see their arms stretched towards where I'm propelling upward.

I fly away. I'm not sure how I get out of underground city, but I fly away. I fly over the ocean. I find myself landing in middle america. Next to a corn field of all places. I start running, I don't know where I am. I spot a house in the distance and am running towards it. I look in a window and a little girl is asleep in bed. I put my hand on the window, and she sits up to stare at me. She smiles a big smile. She points at me and giggles.

That's where it ends.

Thanks for reading, I know it was long. Any thoughts would be appreciated. I have no idea what this dream meant. I was so confused the next day. My friend said I should research "spirit guides."

Originally Posted by Cacophony

GURRBBLEE GARRBLLEE GOOO.....


I am. In the middle of the woods. You know - redwoods, bits of moss splattered about here and there. Your typical wood-sy area. If you haven't visited the woods, I highly recommend it. AGHEM. (Please excuse the mindless ramblings, I can't help it... really.)

So - rewind a minute here. In the woods, moss, trees, imps prancing around with tea cu-----... scratch the imps.

My mother is walking towards me and says to me, "You know, I think we should go out and get a nice dinner."
I am awfully obliged and graciously accept her offer of food.
So we go to some schmancy resteraunt and have a huge dinner. And then another resteraunt.... and... then another one.

Seven damn resteraunts later and I'm ballooning up like an elastic elephant. GARGGLLEEBLUCK.

So, my madre eventually leads me into the heart of this strange city. It was a futuristic city except everyone was dressed in fashionable 1600's attire. Lots of women were holding sun umbrellas as well and I thought this recockulous.

I looked down at myself, I was dressed in some tight black jeans with a studded belt... and a black zippy hoodie with punk patches sewn all over the place. I kept getting dirty looks from the general population...

My mother bade me farewell and I tromped off down some small city side-street. I saw a little olde-time-E shoppe and decided to have a gander inside.

Inside were all kinds of sweets and delectibles, however I wanted nothing to do with any of it. BLUCK.

I asked a middle-aged man with glasses that hung loosely on the brim of his nose, equipped with shaggy curly brown hair and a monacle if he knew of anywhere I could stay, because, obviously I was going to be here for a long while and I had nowhere to rest my poor head.

To my surprise he said yes and showed me into the downstairs area.

Now - did I mention the prince and his cronies?

I don't believe I have.....

Following me throughout the entire dream was this snub-nosed rich pretty boy prince and two big tatted up skinheads that seemed to be everywhere that I was. While I was eating dinner (all the dinners) they were always at another table. While I was in the candy shop they were standing outside.

Anyhow - this is where the dream gets weird, because, well. I've never gone to sleep and woken up in the same dream before. It just hasn't happened for me.
.... until this dream, that is - which I'm sure you foresaw when I even mentioned the idea.

In any case, your poor dreamer was led into the basement of this candy shoppe. There was a window where I could see the street, well - the sidewalk and peoples feet as they passed. I drifted off to sleep and woke up in the morning to three sets of feet standing outside that window.

I got up, got dressed and ventured out.

In my wanderings I came upon a cave. Don't ask how I found this cave - I just sort of did. Anyhow, I heard shrieking coming from the cave and was so scared that I turned on my heel to run away. I returned back to the candy shoppe and went asleep and woke up. I awoke to the three feet standing outside the window.

Er - so then I went out and walked around a while until I came to the airport. I didn't want to go anywhere, I just wanted to look around. So, they had in the airport areas where gravity was turned off and super hover areas where I could just hover around almost as if I had a jet-pack attached to me. That was pretty cool.

I returned to the candy shop and fell asleep, woke up again to the three pairs of footses.

I returned to the cave, this time a straggler was following me around but I didn't mind his company too much. We found a princess in the cave who had all her fingers and toes cut off, her face was bashed in and her long blonde hair was missing due to pieces of her scalp being torn from her head.

Somehow we healed her and transformed her into the beauty she had once been.

We left her there and I returned to the candy shop, went to sleep, woke up to the three pairs of feet once again. (I know this is getting repetetive, I am sorry)

Me and the straggler returned to the cave where we found the prince trying to capture the princess. For some reason almost a whole town of people was surrounding him and a carnival had broken out several hundred yards away.

I walked up to the prince and in front of everyone said he was not a real prince. I don't know exactly what I said, but I had enough evidence against him that all the towns people were carrying torches and dragged him off. The princess was very happy. She started dancing and twirling.

I sauntered off slowly, back towards the city.

I have noticed people like to use the color blue for their lucid dreams. I'll do this as well.

This is the point in which I became lucid.

I was walking through the streets when I remarked rather loudly 'HOLY SHIT I'M DREAMING.'
Well now, the strange straggler fellow who had helped me heal the princess was there and said.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm dreaming, woah - this is cool!"
"You are not dreaming, if you were dreaming how could I be here?"
"Well, you're just a dream charactor, you don't really exist."

He did not like this at all.

I decided to stop wasting my time and explore this place a little bit.

I walked up to a huge sky scraper that seemed to be made up of all these little microchips and wires that were all sorts of different colors melding into a giant glowing monster (not really a monster, but of colossol proportion, whatever you'd like to call it). I stuck my nose really close up to the building and looked to see all these little colors of light swirling around and moving up and down wires and microchips. I stuck my hand out to touch the building and my hand got absorbed into it. I watched it turn into little rainbow colored atoms and particles with little dots of brightly colored light swarming around.

I got so excited that I woke myself up.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I am standing atop a huge mountain. The air in my lungs is crisp and fresh, there is a nice breeze blowing my hair behind me, I am so content that I lift my arms in the air and stretch... I am with someone although I do not recall with whom. I just have the feeling of being really really happy and content - which is saying something, believe me you.

Fast forward to - still on the mountain. I look in the distance at another mountain... The terrain around is tropical, kind of like the rainforest in thailand except not as, well, deforested as it was. Bleck. Anyhow - I spot red, almost crack-like looking lines running down this mountain. It looks like it's about to shatter into a million little pieces - it is beautiful, I am completely in a trance watching the little lines dance around the mountain, cascading down into a stream around it....


PSSSHHHHH KA-POWWW.....

How do you watch a volcano explode and not know that you're watching a volcano explode? Well - in our dreams, I suppose. I got the whole picture when I saw a wall of lava rushing toward me...

I turned on my heel and shouted to run - but I realized that I was now alone and fleeing for my life.

FLASH FORWARD

I am standing on a platform surrounded by lava. The sky is dark, the only way I can see is because this metal round platform has several flourescent lights attached to it.

I am one of the only humans around, and there is a grocery store on another platform that is circling my platform. I am hungry and to get food I have to jump from one platform to another in order to get to the grocery store.

I keep trying to jump but am scared that I will fall into the lava.

All around me it's like that - well, metal, circular platforms hovering over the lava, slowly moving around each other so if you need to go somewhere you just jump from platform to platform.

I never got to the grocery store, I ended up sitting down and staring into the lava - at one point I thought I saw my reflection and it was red, deep red and fiery.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

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I am standing in a forest. Everything is really big, all the trees and plants - hell, even the grass is all-too-tall to believe. I'm hoisting myself up onto some sort of ancient-ish stone wall when I run into a group of my friends who are all standing around doing nothing, not even talking to each other.
"Hey guys," I say to them... They all return my greeting and I ask them if they want to go ride bicycles around.
"No," one of my friends says.
"Do you want to walk around?" I ask.
"Yeah, we could do that."

And so we venture forth, walking and walking around. We come to a little shop nestled between some sort of strange tree trunk... Er, yeah.
We entered the shop and it turned out to be a comic book/typewriter shop (I collect typewriters and fix them up so I was overjoyed with all the old typewriters). I ran around inspecting the typewriters and couldn't stop smiling. I looked down at my body, my hands were pulsing and I could see all the veins in them. I was covered in tattoo's, I mean different tattoo's than the ones I have. I was wearing a red, er, I'm not sure what it was. It was like a red bra thing made of chain male but I had everything I was wearing tattoo'd on my skin underneath it. It was really odd.

Something happened that was not good, something which I don't remember - I would say it was probably so terrible that I completely blocked it out. I don't know, I'm just rambling at this point. Well, I'm not really rambling - I'm rambling about my dream. ACK!

So anyway...

I'm outside, I see a huge wall up ahead. I run over to it and discover a gladiator stadium... It's not in use anymore, it's all overgrown and ancient. The last thing I remember about the dream is standing in the middle of this ancient gladiator stadium wondering why the hell it was there and being incredibly excited that I had found it.



.... there were so many dream signs in this one, I can't believe I missed it.

---Comments welcome and appreciated---

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I’m standing on the street with a group of people. There’s some commotion going on, and I immediately know that I am dreaming. I’m staring at my hands and feet, and I feel a rush of excitement. I’m really happy that I’m in a lucid dream and immediately want to start flying. I jump off the ground. I start hovering off the ground for just a moment when my dog jumps up with me. We’re rising off the ground, soaring in the air. I am so happy how vivid everything is. The weird thing, this has never happened before, I was completely aware of my body sleeping, but I could still feel my dream body.
I came back down onto the ground for a moment. There were some dream characters standing around my car. “Look what you did,” one of them said, opening my drunk. A cat was in there. They said it had been starving in the trunk of my car.
“Nope,” I said, “I’m dreaming, I can’t feel bad about that.”
It was a relatively short lucid, but every detail was so vivid, it almost seems more real than my entire day yesterday.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

(Note: This dream was really gross)
I’m outside drinking a beer and begin to feel really sick. I start throwing up everywhere and lose complete co¬ntrol of my body. Everything is blurry and I keep falling over and I’m trying to hold on to a railing. I see my apartment up ahead and stagger towards it. I’m confused because I only had a few sips of beer and I wonder if I was roofied. I walk to my apartment and there are a bunch of people there. My roommate is there, and there are a bunch of drunk guys. One of them is opening the door to my room and I say, “Hey that’s my room !” They all nod and walk inside. They’re sitting on my bed. I feel too weak to tell them to leave it and go back ouside where I begin to throw up some more and try to hang on to a railing. I go back inside and everyone is wearing those clear plastic masks with painted faces over the eyes and mouth. I feel scared. My roommate comes over to me and takes off her mask and tells me it’s okay. I walk into my room and all my furniture is rearranged. I feel pretty upset about it and walk back into the living room. I say that I don’t want the furniture rearranged. When I go back into my room it’s rearranged differently and I’m still pretty upset about it.

I’m in a car going down the highway with Liz. We’re talking about how we need a place to help us, or something. I’m not really sure, but Liz starts talking about all these different places we can go. There is a running commentary, some unknown female voice saying that we can get off at the next exit, but the exit after that is Sage Francis’s and he takes in people. We get to his house, it’s really big. A butler greets us and ushers us inside. Sage is there and tries to coach us through our lives. It’s all very odd.
I’m in New York City walking down the street. I remember thinking about how it sucks that you can’t smoke inside anywhere there. The streets are dark and I’m wondering if I should hail a taxi.
I end up at a place where people are lining up and dousing themselves with gasoline and throwing themselves onto a burning pile. They tell me I’m next. I step up and into the pile but then realize I want to live and jump out to save myself.
I also remember some army man ordering his child to die, his child coming to petition for his life and catching a glimpse of his father sitting behind a desk. He just looked sad and shuffled away.
Also, I think I went to a wedding of sorts. I forget whose wedding it was, but I know that Sage Francis was there.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

Phew, long dream last night, and lucid!

I was walking through a dark alley, and it was kind of creepy. I walked into my old house and saw the computer sitting on the desk which made me start thinking of DV (I spent the better have of yesterday just geeking out on DV). This made me remember to do a reality check. All I had to do was take one good look at my hands to know they weren't supposed to be acting like that. I sat down on the computer and the word "Cacophony" kept appearing except it was like "cacagogophanagy" and I kept looking away and looking back at it only for it to be "craginagpononomony", etc....

So, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do because it's been a while since I've been that lucid. I started thinking about the monthly challenge... go see if you have a shadow in the sun, or get married in the mist or something like that. I went outside and it was still night. I started thinking about the mist thing, and a bunch of mist started wafting my way. I stood there for a moment and resolved that I don't want to get married, even if it is in a dream. I swatted the mist away.

So, next I decide I'm gonna check out my shadow in the sunshine. I looked up and the moon was, as I like to call it, a cheshire cat moon. It looked like a giant smile beaming down on me. I jumped really hard and grabbed the thing, dragging it down with me. It really was a smile, I could see its teeth gleaming up at me, now the only thing to illuminate the world. Next, I was kind of baffled as to how to make the sun appear since I had just stolen the moon from the sky. I spotted an orange tree nearby and decided to try transforming an orange into the sun. I simply picked one and threw it as hard as I could into the sky, simply expecting it to work... which it did. I stared at the ground and could see my shadow.... it was moving completely different than I was. It was waving at me and stretching and morphing into other things, and it was really cool.

After being done with this I jumped as hard as I could into the sky, sort of drifting upwards. I wanted to visit another planet, or at least check out this really cool dream universe. It's something I've really been wanting to do for some time now. It didn't take very long to get out of this galaxy, and soon I was soaring around nebulas mostly, and a few planets. I stopped at this one nebula... it was pink and orange, and all of the colors were morphing and swirling together in the strangest fashion. I tried to pick pieces of it up, and it worked kind of... The weird substance the nebula was made of sort of seeped into my hand, transforming my skin into the same patterns and movement as the nebula. It was really beautiful, I wanted to stay there.... But alas, there are such things as alarm clocks.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I am sitting on a bench all by my lonesome. I’m staring at the ground blankly, when Justin walks over to me and sits down. Liz is standing across from me and smiling widely.

Justin is complaining that he doesn’t have any other clothes to wear, so I assure him that I will go find some. I skip across the street to the mall and walk into a pretty average size store. I go straight to the clearance rack and begin rummaging through the boys clothing, but I realize it’s all so tiny. There’s a woman who’s desperately grabbing things off the rack. I smile at her and she gives me a stern gaze, one of utter importance.

I see a young boy, maybe twelve years old or so. He’s wearing skater clothes and a beanie.
“Hey kid,” I say, “you got any fives or tens on you?”
“Yeah,” he replies. He takes out a large stack of money and hands it to me. “I want twelve dollars back though.”

I take out two dollars from my pocket and one of the tens he handed me and hand it over to him.
“Woah! Thanks!” He says, a huge shit eating grin on his face.

I start feeling completely overwhelmed by being in this store. I don’t like the florescent lighting or the creepy shoppers milling around aimlessly. I bolt out of the store. As I cross the parking lot I realize the woman who had been looking through the clearance rack is following me. She walks across to her van and stares at me. We have some sort of conversation.

I find Justin and Liz, but now they are surrounded by a group of kids. We all decide we need a house to live in. I end up walking down the street and opening the door to an empty house. We all pile in and as everyone’s scrambling to claim their rooms I start trying to get everyones attention. It’s so loud in there, I realize someone is playing the drums in the next room. I open the door and peak my head in, “Hey guys mind stopping for about a minute and a half?”
The girl with red and pink hair who was playing the drums nods and agrees to time out a minute and a half.

I announce that I think everyone should come exploring with me. The vast majority of the group agrees that this would be a splendid idea.

Together, we venture out to a sandy beach. We're all sitting on this cliff made of sand. The sand is dry and crumbly, the drop off the edge is maybe 20 feet down to the beach where the wet sand is... the water not far away from that.

Off in the distance I see this huge creature leaping and diving in and out of the water. I realize that it is a giant whale. The whale comes onto the shore and starts charging around looking crazy and violent. The sand I'm sitting on starts to crumble more and more by the second, and I realize I'm going to fall. I start desperately trying to edge myself up onto harder surface, but instead I plunge straight down to the wet sand and am face to face with the whale. It keeps charging at me and I keep trying to scramble back up to where my friends are sitting.

Finally, the whale submerges itself back into the depths of the ocean. As this happens, all my friends seem to fall down to where I am.

I momentarily forget about the whale as this vast layer of fog clears over the ocean and I can see in the distance what appears to be a carnival.

"It's the punk rock gypsy carnival" somebody says.

We stand there, staring longingly out into the distance at what appears to be the happiest place on earth.

The whale reemerges and makes its way right to where we're standing and bows its head. It wants us to ride on its back. We all pile on and it ever so gently takes us straight to this little lit up island, nestled behind the fog.

The carnival itself was pretty cool. There was good music, fun rides, and underground caverns and tunnels to explore.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm invited to a party. It's really lively and there are tons of people everywhere. I find a friend within the massive crowd circling this broke down house covered in Christmas lights. I want to find my friend who I seem to have lost. I take off walking down this dirt road toward where I imagine there is a town. Up ahead I see Puddin' Boots leaned over on a bench in front of a grocery store. He's holding a cup of water that a stranger just handed him.
"I don't feel too good," he says, looking up at me.
I think about this for a moment and decide that the best thing for us to do is get out of this backwards town. I suggest this and he seems to agree with me.

Somehow we are suddenly in a car that's speeding down a winding road through the forest. I'm driving. We stop at a house and Jo and Sh are standing outside.
"Hey dude!" Jo says, smiling. "I'm glad you made it! Come check out our new house."
Puddin' Boots and I walk up some stairs and open the front door. We emerge into a pretty nice living room. There is a green couch and a wooden coffee table. Everything seems to be fine... despite the fact that there is no roof on the house.
"Uh," I began," You have no roof."
"Yeah, I actually kind of like it. It never rains on us," Jo replied
"Well that's good."

Jo wandered into the kitchen to make a pot of tea. I began walking around the living room and found a trap door nestled inconspicuously behind the couch. I opened it up and descended into what appeared to be the bedroom. It was very nice inside and everything looked like it was an antique.
"I see you've found the bedroom," Jo called to me, "check it out, we've got a roof in there!"
I laughed at this and clambered back up the stairs.

Everyone had completely vanished. I walked outside to find PB sitting in the car.
"They're all gone," he said quietly as I climbed into the car. As I drove away I could see the house crumble in my rearview mirror.

We arrived at a really bizarre looking carnival. Everyone was dressed up like they were straight out of the 1950's. Women were wearing old fashioned dresses and pony tails.

Somehow, PB and myself knew we were supposed to be there and knew exactly where we were supposed to go. A space ship was sitting several hundred yards from the festivities. I climbed aboard only to be faced with a group of people that looked like they belonged on an MTV reality show. Not only that, but we were surrounded by video cameras and everyone kept trying to come up with cheesy one liners.

Oops! I'd walked into hell.

I sat down on an empty seat because by now it was much too late to get out. PB seemed to have realized this early and made a mad dash for the front door. I really couldn't blame him.

Before I knew it we were exiting onto a strange planet. It was really dusty and windy there. Apparently I had found myself in some sort of deranged deep-space reality show. Just my luck. As soon as I get the chance to explore other planets I have to do it with a bunch of wannabe-famous MTV losers. Great.

They showed us to the house and everyone scrambled toward their favorite bed. I didn't care, I just wanted to get away from these people.

I walked out along what appeared to be a sandy beach. There were Manta Rays floating in the air. I recalled several things at this point. The first was riding the manta ray in Mario Party. The second was Douglas Adams ranting in the Salmon of Doubt about how he had intended to ride a manta ray. I decided there was nothing for it and made a running jump toward the beast. It immediately began to glide low just above the sand. I was expecting a crazy ride through the wind, but the thing maintained a relatively slow pace. This was okay, at least if I fell off it wouldn't hurt too bad. I then realized I was still being followed by those damned camera people. I felt a pang of anger about the whole situation, then realized that I would be forever immortalized riding a manta ray on some distant planet. I was okay with that.

They had to pull me off the manta because apparently we were going to a different planet.

When we emerged from the space ship I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything was huge. All of the people I was with were eating something that made them shoot up and grow large. I took a bite out of a cookie they handed me and I was just the right size. I began to wander around away from the group and realized that I was walking through the actual Wonderland. Really. I'll even meet the mad hatter in a few sentences.

So, I'm walking down a dirt road and I see a girl who either is Alice, or she's just dressed up as her. I'm not sure. The cheshire cats face appears out of a tree and I wonder if I'm just going insane. I take a few steps toward a really whimsical looking wooden house only to be dwarfed by a man who's towering above me in a very peculiar top hat. "Hello, little one!" He says, grinning what can only be described as the evilest grin I have ever seen in my life......

I wake up.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm in a park with some friends. I'm rummaging through my purse and find a receipt... it looks like a receipt, but it says "Fly to New York and find me" with a bar code printed on the bottom. I stuff it back in my purse, confused.

There is some sort of crazed music festival going on. The crowd to get into this thing is massive. We're talking hundreds of thousands of people shuffling awkwardly in strange attire trying to get into this deranged music carnival festival.

I'm separated from my friends and somehow manage to wander inside. There are hundreds of different giant tents set up all over the place. Nothing is labeled, you just have to wander into random ones and see what you find.

I find an old movie theater in the grass, Dookie is sitting on a ledge beside it drinking a beer. I say I'll come back and find him when I find something better.

I find a tent equipped with Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Johnny Hobo and a whole gang of other musicians all sitting in their reserved corners with acoustic guitars. There's a boy singing about being in the tent with these people.

I'm pretty excited so I go back to find Dookie. He's reluctant to come with me but in the end he does.

We spend a long time dancing and singing. Afterwards, I say that I wish I had video taped it or something. Dookie turns to me and says, "you don't remember video taping that entire time?"
"Oh," I say and pull out a tape recorder. We watch the contents of the tape for a while and I make a note to put it on youtube as soon as I get home.

The dream kind of changed here.

I realize I'm going to be in a vampire movie, but the scheduled time to shoot it is 1981, and that was a long time ago so I don't know how I'm going to make this happen. Some movie dude is telling me I can be in a different one.

I go to the place to shoot it and find myself in front of a enormous old creepy house. It's more like a mansion or a castle than a house due to the sheer massiveness of it all. My dog is with me and so is Dookie.

When we open the door we are faced with two sets of stairs, one is on the left and the other on the right. "Let's go left," I say.
"No," Dookie replies, "let's go right."
"Well, let's just split up. I'm taking Daisy (dog)."
"Okay," he says.

As I descend down these strange stairs I notice a horrible smell. The carpet is this tacky 1970's yellow flower print that's very worn.

I get to the bottom of the stairs and it's completely pitch dark. I grope around for a light switch, but before I can find one the lights turn on. I'm in a living room den that looks like it's straight from the Brady Bunch. At the far end of the room I see... Marie Antoinette's corpse.

My dog runs over to it and I start freaking out for her to come back, which she does eventually and we bolt up the stairs. I go to the next set of stairs where Dookie is still descending.
"Sweet zombie jesus," I say, "Why don't any of these stairs go up?"
"Yours didn't?" He asked.
"No, and there's a god damn corpse rotting in there, Marie Antoinette."
"Woah," he said taking a step back. "Maybe we should get outta here."

Out of nowhere I smiled realizing I was dreaming. I took Dookies hand and Daisy's paw and we rocketed up out of the house and into the sky. We were flying through the air and there were rainbow trails following us wherever we went.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

There is this guy who won't stop following me around. I'm walking around town and he keeps singing to me and chattering up a storm. He also smells really horrible. As we pass people they keep plugging their noses and telling him to take a shower. He hands me a cd that he recorded for me.

I see two of my friends, M and D. I make a dash and dive into their car. We're all relieved and laugh at the cd and throw it out the window.

I have this random though that we should go to San Jose to see fireworks. I find a hotel room on the internet that is 35 dollars a night with a perfect view of the fireworks. We are all excited and take off to San Jose.

We get to San Jose and I realize that I'm really thirsty. I tell them to go ahead without me and I was going to find a store and get something to drink. I found a store but it wasn't like a normal store. It was massive, there were rows after rows upon rows beneath rows inevitably following some more rows of the randomest items imaginable. There were very strange food items but I hadn't spotted a single drink. I kept getting side tracked and would stop to pick something up. Most of the things were written in what I perceived to be japanese or chinese, but were closer to hieroglyphics.

I found a banana drink and went back outside.

I was in a huge green field. D was with me and was chatting away about how the dog liked to follow him when he was driving. So when we were driving to San Jose the dog would tail behind, but it's important to make an extra effort to let it know when you're getting off on an exit because dogs aren't that smart and might not notice.

I was really confused by this and told him that dogs should never go on the freeway by themselves.

There was a huge bell and a star spinning like in... Mario. Okay okay, so this part of my dream I ran around collecting shine sprites like in Mario. The difference here is that my dream was way cooler than the game because it was very vivid and realistic and didn't come in crappy 3d graphics.

After a while we found this group of students taking a class from... my grandma. She was teaching everyone how to garden. I picked up a hose and began watering these dead flowers. As soon as I put water on them they began to rise up and come back to life. They were beautiful vibrant shades of red and purple.

I began walking around the garden and realized that there were computer screens in the ground. Just the screens, embedded in the soil.
some of the screens held emails from lovers, others strange encrypted messages that I could not decipher.

We were right next to the ocean, but there wasn't a whole lot of beach to speak of. It was beautiful and sunny. The grass was vibrant and green and I was surrounded by the most beautiful, surrealist flowers - something Dali would have painted had he been in the best mood of his life.

A young asian boy ran up to me and grabbed my arm. He started pulling me towards the ocean. Everyone in the class was following us and it seems like hundreds had joined. A city misted into view and descended from the clouds. Steps appeared from the cliffs to the city and soon the ocean and beautiful green landscape had completely disolved behind me. The boy started yelling "strike, strike, strike!" And everyone behind me started chanting, "strike, strike, strike!"
And then people began piling out of the shops and shouting, "strike, strike, strike!"
"What are we striking against?" I was yelling.
"Government," someone yelled, "we demand freedom!"
'I was pretty happy with this answer and joined in their chanting cries.
Someone said something that made me laugh. He called some random guy on the street who was wearing a purple shirt, "Gurglepletz."
In my laughter all the people around me disappeared. The angry mob behind me was gone and now there were maybe three or four bystanders staring at me curiously.

I surveyed my surroundings for a moment. The ground beneath me was cobblestone and everyone looked to be dressed from the 1600's.

I wandered into a store. It was the same store that I had been in before back in San Jose. There was a man behind a counter who was desperately trying to sell me something. He was making me smell this incense. I told him it smelled wonderful but I did not want it.
"Oh yeah?" he said.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Wait 'til you see this!" He said with a huge grin.

It was at this time that the man began fishing out huge metal contraptions that he fastened around his waist. They were metal swan wings that wrapped around your body that you could fit with thousands of incense sticks.
"Now," he began, "there won't even be more abundant incense than the holidays!"

At this point a girl came up to the counter attempting to buy a pair of my pants. They were some pants that were obviously mine because of where they were ripped in places and the paint that was covering them, paint that I had painted on them.
"Sorry," the man said, "the computer says that your credit card is being used in Iowa and can't be used here. I would call your bank."
"Iowa?! She yelled, "I've never even been to Iowa."

I grabbed my pants and put them in my back pocket before hastily exiting the store.

That's where things get blurry. I never did get to see those fire works.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

Yeah... something always seems to go wrong at the end of the world.

Speaking of the end of the world, here's a dream I had last night:

I'm in some sort of department store. You know, the kind equipped with hideously fashionable clothing of all kinds. I'm working there and looking through some garments hanging on a display rack. I notice there are miniature black holes in the tags. I take a closer look and see that there are definitely black holes there. If I put my finger close enough to touch it, I am sure that I will be sucked into a vortex of nothingness.

I go to the back of the store where, apparently all of us workers live. There are beds and showers, except the decor is very dungeon-esque. I get a phone call from a man who says he's from Alabama and I need to meet with him right away.

I leave immediately and meet him on a crowded street. I'd never seen him before, however I immediately know who he is. He's very tall, maybe 25 years old and is wearing a cowboy hat.

"Yeah, I love Alabama," he starts out, "It's a good place to get away from everything, you know?"

"Sure," I say.

"Well, you know the Alabama I speak of, correct?"

I give him a confused look.

"Here," he begins again, "let's get in my car and I'll show you."

We get into a sleek looking convertible and immediately take off. The car rises off the ground and soon we are rocketing through the solar system.

Apparently there's a planet named Alabama.

We land on a dusty looking road. There are quaint old-timey houses scattered about here and there. We approach a very grand looking one with a white picket fence. Everyone walks out of their houses at immediately the same moment to check their mail. Everyone is very upset because the government has sent them letters that says they owe money. Apparently their government knew I would be there. Instead of sending me a bill I got a giant back of money. Confused, I begin taking handfuls of the money and scattering it about all over the streets. Little children begin flocking to the ground and grabbing up the money that I am dropping. I empty the last of it onto the ground, glad to be rid of it.

I turn and go back towards the house. An older woman greets me and my Alabamian friend (In other news, Alabamian is a real word, spell checker doesn't underline it).

I need to get a password to enter the house. I call up my friend T and ask him for his password which he begrudgingly gives to me after a while of hounding him for it (the password escapes me).

We went upstairs and there was this very beautiful girl who put her arms around the Alabamian guy. He shrugged away from her and she looked as if she were going to burst into tears.

"This is your first time away from Earth?" He asks me, amused.
"Yeah," I reply.
"Well, let me show you this other place."
"Okay."

So again, we take off in his car down this highway of flying cars. This planet doesn't seem to be round. It's completely flat, like a disc and you can just drive right off the edge of it.

We go to this place on this other planet by the ocean. I can fly on this planet. We watch as all of the waste from the universe gets compacted into little squares and repackaged into I-don't-know-what. I remember hovering around this chain linked fence trying to figure out what was going on down there.

I think I woke up around here.