dream fragment

01-26-2014 -- Cool sort of crossover between Runescape and Roller Coaster Tycoon three. I am playing a live action version of Runescape, and I seem to be doing a new quest or diversion that seems to involve another gnome who looks very similar to the sculptor who does the God Statues, but this one is a slightly beatnik looking painter. He is in a building that seems to be built upon the roof of his mobile home camper, and it is sort of odd because I have to fly up to the top of the camper to manage to get in the building, since it doesn't reach to the ground. (Sort of floating building.)

So I enter into the building, and am looking forward to doing some painting with this gnome for some nice, valuable crafting experience. The thing is, the gnome is very unfriendly, doesn't feel like he needs any help, and is pretty much screaming for me to leave him alone. He more or less tries to chase me from the building and tries to run me off, but I get angry, and as he chases me down the hall I grab a bucket of paint and just kind of toss it at a door and he suddenly stops and is amazed at what I have done, and becomes much more friendly.

At that point things start to change, and I find I have to paint a large, slate gray roller coaster that I kind of ride in slow motion as I choose what colors to paint various sections of the track. First I throw a large bucket of a light purple paint, which coats the whole thing, sort of a background color that will show through anywhere I don't paint another color. Then I ride along the twisting and turning track, slowly painting alternate sections of the track red and blue.

There were also other weird bits about having some minor problems breathing, and filling up some strange small glands with a glowing white light that somehow seemed very reminiscent of the 'meteorites' from the Doctor Who episode Spearhead from Space that contained the Nestene Consciousness, and I eventually found myself eating some Oreo birthday cake cream cookies. Yum!

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01-27-2014 -- [First dream of the night while 5-HTP is blocking off REM sleep, very choppy and very little detail, but probably the neatest dream of the night if I could remember it. Sigh.] 007 dream, but I am working with the spy, I am not the spy, myself. Hints of time travel, and some neat chase dream stuff, but most of it I just can't remember. Somehow we are trying to save somebody, possibly Bond's wife, or possibly a Doctor Who companion, but if we manage to save her, it is likely it will mean the death of Prince Charles' Camilla, which means we may have government problems if we do this.

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01-28-2014 -- I find myself doing some foreign travel with an odd composite group that is part Rosemary's family and part Joe and Cindy's family. We are in either China or Japan (not enough to see to tell what is going on), though all the signs are in English, and as we wander around finding food to eat, and interesting things to look at, I am discussing the entire trip with Lexie and Jimmy. Cheryl is not too friendly, but we're traveling the world, so she can't be too upset, either. We're just about to start heading west a bit, and I am planning further site seeing and explorations, especially in Germany and England, and things are sounding nice.

But as I continue to walk west, I find myself approaching Cinderella Castle, wandering along the parade route, and come to realize I wasn't in China, but probably It's a Small World. Everybody else has disappeared, and I find I am wandering around the Magic Kingdom. (Not sure Disneyland or Disney World, though the castle did look more like Cinderella than Sleeping Beauty.) I wander over to Main Street, hoping to listen to one of the Refreshment Corner pianists, but it turns out the entirety of Main Street is being refurbished, and is closed down, so I start to wander over toward Frontierland or Adventureland, instead, just kind of poking around, and wondering if I will run into any performers I know from the Club doing Streetmosphere.

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02-27-2014 -- [Short one with not much detail.] Find myself at the Hickory house, and though there was probably more going on, all I can really remember was that I was taking out some trash, carrying it back to the alley. I knew that there was recyclables to take out, and was planning to remind my roommate to get some, but then I realized one of the bags I had just taken out sounded like it was filled with aluminum cans, and was quite light, so I may have already taken it out for him, even though it wasn't in the proper recycling container.

I knew I had a couple of pizza boxes that I wanted to take out of my bedroom, so I went in to get that, but as I shifted through stuff, I kept finding more and more pizza boxes, including two that were actually still full. I sat those aside to eat. Meanwhile, I kept building up a larger and larger stack of pizza boxes, soon maybe 12 to 15, and I was surprised and horrified because I honestly only thought I had three. Then there was a knock on the door, and it was my landlord Rosemary, who just glared at me when she saw the pizza boxes and I tried to apologize. I explained to her that I really thought I had been keeping up with taking them out better.

[Funny thing is, I really did have to take out the garbage as soon as I woke from this one, and I do have a roommate that I have to remind to take out his recycling. I also did have to take a couple of pizza boxes out, but I swear it was only two, not the 23 or so that Rosemary once caught me taking out, when I had kind of gotten lazy about removing them.]

Last night I was able to have a good sleep and my WBTB-alarm woke me up at 05:30, however the loud alarm shocked me and I moved to much. For some reason 2 nights in a row already do I decide to perform WILD instead of SSILD, I don't know why. I've had very rare succes with WILD so why am I so drawn to it? Is it the mysterious sensation I miss from the one time it worked? Anyway I've also been noticing my DR getting weaker and weaker combined with me getting more and more tired everyday I wake up, so I decided to temporarily stop my WBTB-alarm and sleep normal. Until my DR gets better I wont interupt my sleepcycle anymore.

1. School profile

I was waiting in a hallway for an exam to start when I noticed touchscreens hanging of the wall, the others seemed interested in them too. I walked up to it and pressed a screen, it displayed a picture of me with my name under it and which class I'm in. However the picture of me had some flaws, my chin was too large and I had a beard. (IRL I always shave myself.) My friend laughed at the photo and I said "Well, it's not that bad is it?", then another person pushed me away so he could operate the touchscreen.

Chances of lucidity are low, need to get my DR back up and then I will do a WBTB with SSILD and NOT WILD!

Preparation: The normal
Products: Applejuice and a multivitamin pill (which had 4 mg of b6)
Number of dreams: 3
Sleep: 11.30 PM to: 08.40 AM.

Dream:1 Lucidity:0
Vividness: 7
Length:6
Recall: 4
I start out on a shore, and walk around for a bit. I seem to have a sword (some kind of rapier). Eventually i see 2 of my friends riding on some type of strange fish down the river. I jump on. We eventually jump off when we hit a bridge, and cant go any further. Some girls are sitting under the bridge, I challenge 1 of them to a swordfight, if i win, she raises the bridge. This is all i can remember. But i know there was more to this dream.

Dream 2 Lucidity:0
Vividness: 8
Length:8
Recall:6
The earliest thing i can remember is me sitting on a crowded bus, one of the girls jump of the bus in speed, but the rest continue on. It seems we drove past our point on the bus, so me and a few friends want to get back up. We take an insanely hard way though. It is almost impossible to climb, with steep hills and long drops. We get to a very steep part, which has few parts go grab onto. But there is a car trying to get down. The road isn't big enough for both of us.
My friends are about half way up, but i am lagging behind, as i got the hardest route. When they both get up the small, steep hill, Trym (one of the DC'S) tries to help me up. It is not enough, the stronger friend i have, tries to help me up, and he succedes. However he is cocky, and boasts of his ability to lift me into the air, we end up danglig at the end, and we both fall of.

I cant remember if i woke up here, but i know the dream continues. My friend died, it seems, but i lived. And the mood has changed, i am half grieving for him and half pissed. For some reason i walk into some rich family's yard, and see a large amount of people playing and having fun. If i walk a bit further into the yard, a group of people are chatting. They bring up my climb, and asks me how it went. I say it didn't go very well, because Vetle died. I go out the mansion using a different door, but now some annoying kids are following me. They ask me questions as i slam the exit door and leave the mansion, only to see a beautiful city. I think there were 3 kids.

Dream 3: Lucidity:8
Vividness: 8
Length:2
Recall:7
Insanely short dream. I realize i'm dreaming somehow in the middle of my schoolyard. I see a few people i think, but i focus on the fact that i am lucid, really lucid. I first try to make a DC appear ahead of me, doesn't work. So i try to summon a teddybear behind me, and it works! I think i get pretty excited here since i wake up.

Extra: In the second dream, the hill and place in general seems VERY familiar, so much i almost know i've dreamt something about it before. The city is inspired by Fredrikstad, the hill in dream 2 by engevika, and schoolyard in dream 3 by my school.

Near Dark-based, I'm enjoying watching Diamondback as this motel desk clerk tries to fight her off. She's just come around behind the counter, and she takes out her knife and stabs the desk clerk straight through the back of the hand, pinning his hand to the desk.

FMA-based, Ed's automail arm's bothering him while he's staying in a sort of underground village, and he's talking to Al. I'm briefly wondering why Al has a human body at this point in time, but then I remember that he retrieved his body very early in their journey, and then spent the rest of the time trying to retrieve something along the lines of his mind or memories or soul.

I've just entered into some wealthy household, and the lady of the house is greeting me. She uses formal greetings that trick me into responding in a way that formally declares us to be on friendly terms. By doing this, she's effectively prevented me from being able to bring up past grievances. This is very irritating. I'm thinking about how this way of manipulating words is something that she taught her husband, and it's the main thing that allowed him to make his fortune - that and the skill of building false walls that she also taught him, both things that she learned in her time working for a kind of illusionist or something similar, before she married. As I'm thinking about this I'm seeing an image of a false wall in their house which they use to spy on visitors, and then a scene of her visiting the court of a nobleman. She's raising a glass and saying "To the ruler of the land, Sho Haoon!" Calling him the ruler of the land is sort of overstating things - it's a position that's in question. She's been flattering him a great deal in order to get what she wants.

June 09, 2014

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I only remembered one fragment... Or rather, I know I remembered full dreams when I woke up, but I was not in the mood to write them down right away, and then either forgot because I didn't think about them enough, or fell back asleep...


This Book!

I was with my brothers at Oma's house, and we were talking about a book that my brothers didn't think was all that special. "But it's got all the ends of all the Harry Potter characters! I've got Dumbledore's end, even!"
(didn't occur to Dream-Kestrel that we all know Dumbledore's end from the books, anyways...)

6/9/14

Last night, bed shortly after 10pm.

DR
I'm entering a room from another room. Ophelia is sleeping there, under white comforter. I want to wake her up, but I know what happens to people who do so. She is kinda waking already, so I stay quiet, but I really want her to wake up.

I was with my father out in the garage, trying to get something working for my sister. What this was exactly, I'm not sure, but I do remember thinking it was very expensive to be attempting it, and would probably be best to just buy instead. Later on I was talking to my sister and saying how we should both get really good at sword swinging, and that it would look cool in like videos and things. I remarked on how we had plastic swords, so we never had to use real ones, and would imagine myself doing "tricks."

Lastly, I woke up from my bed in my dream, and got up in order to go to school. I was so tired I would "sink" through the air slowly as I fell down the stairs (at one point I was standing and just tipped forward, landing softly on my chin onto a lower step of the stairwell). I saw my mom, who was a little exasperated that it was 1:00 PM and I just got up, but I gave her a hug and said "It's all good" or something similar. She needed to take me back now, so I first went to my room and cleaned the place up a bit. I found a scrap of paper I didn't want her to find, though I don't remember what was on it, and threw it away. I was also in a huge rush, so I took off my shirt, wiped my armpits, and reapplied deodorant, as I was scared I would not be able to take a shower for a bit.

Afterward I walked into the bathroom and tried fixing my hair. I noted I wasn't wearing boxers, but, for some reason, kept a rolled up piece of newspaper sticking out of my very colorful pants. My mother needed the newspaper, and I was a little worried that when she grabbed it she would notice I was going commando, but, if she did, she didn't make any comment. My hair was longer than it is now (I recently cut most of it off), and I was applying water in spots where I wanted it to go down.

I walked downstairs to wait for my mother and came across two dogs, one of which I actually owned (a really annoying, but likeable, doberman) and a tiny yorkie I don't have. The dogs were extremely excitable and would keep trying to lick me everywhere. I felt like my attention was only going to the doberman, so I pushed him back to pet the other one for a bit, which he responded to negatively, growling out of jealousy.

Then my stupid alarm rang (not that my dreams were particularly exciting).

I have lucid dreams very frequently and would love to keep track of it, so I've come here to do so.

I usually don't get to remember all of the dream, even if I do, I forget it within a few hours of waking up, so I post what I remember.

Feel free to read, comment

I am with PL near some stairs to a temple. The sun is setting and everything has a yellowish tinge. He is near some stairs himself that have holes in the sides. He cups his hands around the holes, as if he's playing the harmonica (PL was playing harmonica earlier that day), and beautiful musical notes begin to play. He does this around several holes, and it makes me remember how much I want to improve my musical abilities. I try to create the notes myself by imitating his technique and am able to do so successfully. There's a guard nearby, and he's impressed with our abilities. PL then begins to sew up a sleeping princess zelda from her belly up through her chest. I ask him if he's sure about what he's doing, and he assures me its fine, though I still have my worries. After zelda is sewn up we begin walking together through some rocky plains. He tells me that we should walk through some clay because it's hydrophobic (earlier that day PL had talked to me about hydrophobic substances) (I then see some clay dropping into a clear glass of water, clearly seeing individual clumps of clay floating in the water). He says it would be awesome if we could walk through some clay, because we could look back at our tracks and tell if we were dreaming or not. I respond that that's a good idea, but we can just walk through some dirt and get the same effect. He says something along the lines of truuuuuuuuuuuuuu, and we proceed to walk through some dirt.

Later, I'm watching Bleach with my sister, or at least have the impression that I am. (This whole sequence is first person from Orihime's POV) Orihime is with some of the other characters, when suddenly she is in this other dimension (it's like a really blue region with white lines flying past, like the animation for extremespeed in FR). She tries to disappear (which is something I was thinking about earlier that day for my PAO), but this blue guy appears who blends in with the environment. She's scared. Apparently, this guy's a time traveler. I'm unsure about what his intentions are. Idk if he's a bad guy or what. She asks him to take her back to 2:30 am, which he does. She's suddenly in her bed and looks up at her digital clock (green), that indicates the time is 2:30 (ish, sometime rlly rlly early in the day). She gets up. The room is dark, but clearly has brown wooden floors and walls. Orihime asked to be brought back to this time, so she could warn her friends. I ask my sister (without seeing either of us) why Orihime was scared when she has abilities, but I don't remember what my sister says.

In a separate dream...

I'm in this really big building, like the CC building. I'm watching basketball from a 2nd floor looking down at the court. I'm definitely with my Uncle E, and I think my mom as well as some other relatives. I particularly notice everyone sitting really close to the edge, especially uncle E, and I'm like man you guys gon fall off. I'm under the impression E wants to talk to me about TL's (something my mom had talked to me about irl a couple days ago), but I don't really have anything to tell him about this. I get up and walk around. Outside, I'm explaining that I don't like people sitting courtside who aren't really fans, and my mom says I'm a racist. I respond something like nah I'm not a racist, or look at the behavior of these ppl yourself. I'm pretty sure I'm outside at this point and there may be more I've forgotten.

FRAGMENTS (not from tonight):

-Broken down on the side of the road
-Infiltrating a mall, going by this stand at the front, walk by chinese restaurants in the mall
-Playing basketball at the old community center near RC drainin shots like nobody's business
-Walking through a foresty marsh (maybe running?) there's a big bridge at some point. Later I'm getting food from a restaurant with some other ppl. I think it's Jimmy Johns
-I'm inside this facility that has dirt floors and really shoddy built up buildings inside (idk how to describe it). I'm with one other person and we get all the way through. At the end we have to escape the way we came. I get the feeling there's some ppl we have to avoid.

June 07, 2014

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Yellow Two-Tailed Alpacas

I was in a rural area, walking along a country road with my mom. To our left was a field, growing something that looked a lot like corn, but I wasn't sure what it was. To our right was a wooded area with some small cottages along the road. I spotted a deer in the woods and pointed it out to my mom, who then fell behind because she was watching the deer, who were going the same direction as we were, but more slowly.

The woods to my right ended, and there was an open pasture with a small house on stilts. Just past that was a steep hill (the base of the hill was along the road), about 15 feet high, with a fence at the top of it. There were sheep mulling about inside the fence. I could only see the ones that were right at the fence, because it was higher up. I noticed a hole in the fence a little further down, and walked toward it. When I reached it, I met a little girl who looked a bit worried. She didn't say anything to me, and when I looked behind her, I saw a large yellow alpaca with two long tails and very long fur. It had gotten out through the hole in the fence, and I helped the girl coax it back in, though we didn't have anything to fix the fence with, and did the best we could to block it with random stuff.

I heard a dog-like sound in the distance, and wondered out loud if it was a wolf. It sounded very wolf-y to me. The little girl said it was just a neighbor's pit bull, but when it got closer and barked again, and then howled, we both knew it was wolves, and so we turned to find that little house on stilts in order to warn the woman who lived there that her flock was in danger.

She was worried as well, and said she would drive over to get someone to help her fix it before the wolves got to her flock. But it was about to storm, and so she offered for the little girl and I (and my mom, who was just now catching up) to stay in her home while it rained.

As we sat in the cottage, after maybe 10 minutes, there was a knock on the door, and the sons of one of my mom's high school classmates, Charlie and Andrew, came in soaking wet. We all wait out the storm inside the little cottage, and the little girl tells me she has a crush on the younger of the two brothers, and I tell her it's a bad idea because he's a pervert (hahaha! He's not IRL).

Once the storm had passed, I was sitting on the front porch (more specifically, laying on my stomach), looking at some papers that were on the porch. I hadn't noticed them on my way in, so I wondered if someone might have left them while it rained. I can't remember what the papers said. There are also a lot of little folded paper stars in yellows, whites, and pastel blues.

An old man in a straw hat came up to me and said something unnerving, but I can't remember what it was. Honestly, I can't even remember if it was unnerving or not, but whatever he did say made me go back inside.



I'm not sure whether the following was part of the same dream or a new dream that blended with the other one by the time I woke up.




Nice One, Zukin

I was in a small cottage (though I don't know if it was the same cottage or a different one), or rather, I had just walked into one. About 7 women were seating in a circle, holding hands and chanting something I don't remember. They had me join them, and it was a bit weird, because I didn't know the words and it felt very cultish to me. Once that is done, all the women smile and we eat some food. A young man came in and was getting food, and sat down on a couch near me, putting the plate on his left knee. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking (which was, What the heck was that chant?), and said, "It's something from the bible, from Genesis." I have no idea if it actually was, because: 1. I don't read the bible, and 2. I can't even remember what the chant was anyways.

It's at this point in the dream that I remember that Zukin had been kidnapped by an enemy country of the one I was visiting. I didn't dream this, but I knew that I had been there for about a month (Zukin was kidnapped on our first day in the new country) and had been training with the country's military so that we could get Zukin back.

Then, I am out of my body, watching scenes of Zukin's past month; she is training with the enemy army, too, and getting very close to the young General of their forces. She soon becomes his trusted right-hand-man, so to speak, and I can see that he is romantically interested in her. I see this all in my dream, but, as in one of my other dreams, my dream-self knows nothing of it.

Then, I see the enemy country preparing for battle; they are going to invade the country I'm in. Because both countries are located on the largest islands of an archipelago, they have to get here by boat. Zukin and the General take up the lead. They both have individual boats (they are driving Stocherkahns with a modified pole that has a wide fan at one end, which I saw them using to turn and maneuver better among the rocks and islands), and the rest of the army is organized 10 people to a boat with two people propelling it to make up for the added weight.

Suddenly, Zukin makes her boat pull ahead of the General's, and cuts him off, causing him to tip. She zooms ahead, laughing and cheering about how she fooled him and how she could finally get back to her vacation (since we were on the island for vacation).

Then I am back in my dream-self's body, and I'm standing at the top of a stairway leading right into the water (it was like this in shape, but of stone, taller, and steeper. There was a metal railing along the top parts, as they were look-out spots). I don't know exactly why I am here, except that I felt I should be here.

Suddenly, I see Zukin's boat rush by, and she jumps off of it and onto the stairs, running up and warning me that enemies were coming. I'm so happy to see her alive and well that I barely realize when the enemies have crowded the stairway. This would have been their infiltration point. The General jumps up onto the first step of the stairs and his army stays in the their boats behind him. Zukin hands me one of two spears she had been holding, and the General asks her why she has betrayed him, and that he thought she loved him. In response, Zukin throws her spear at him, which he just barely dodges and catches. Then, for some reason, he puts it between his leg like someone pretending it was their huge dick. "But I love you!" He said. "Come back to me, please?"

Zukin walks along the wall to the right of the stairs, all teasing, and says, glancing back at me, "Well, he is kinda cute, isn't he?" And I have to agree, because he is pretty darn good looking from what I can see. But I just grin and don't answer because I know exactly what she's going to do. It was a telepathic moment.

The General heard what she said and looked all hopeful, but then Zukin, to whom I had tossed my spear, jumped over the railing over the stairs, aiming her spear at the General.

Except she tripped on the railing and fell very ungracefully on top of the General, knocking him into the water. I laughed so hard I think it woke me up.




The other dream I remembered was rather distressing but I'll share it anyways, because I want to make sure it gets recorded.

My Ex

This dream was really weird, and not very fun. I was back at the apartment I had shared with my ex and two other people (long story short, we broke up like two months after moving into that place so it was awkward because neither of us could find a different place at the time of the year), but it was the current me, not the me that lived there. If that makes sense.

I was sitting in the living room, watching something on TV (I think) and my Ex (current Ex, ie, knowing we are not together anymore) came into the room, sat down, and after a few moments, asked me if I would help him move something heavy in his room. I said sure, because I was the only other person home who could help him. When we got to his room, he closed the door and locked it, and you can all guess about what happened next.

I didn't fight it, because I didn't want to hurt him, but I definitely didn't want it, either. (He would NEVER do this IRL, btw. Even when we were together, he always got verbal consent)

I left the apartment after that and went home for the week, since we didn't have any classes. I didn't want to be in that apartment. But my mom had something he'd left at my house a while ago, when we were still together, so she brought it up to the apartment and left it on a table, and then we left.




Lastly, there was a fragment about a pile of mail on my bed. Two were for me, but they were junk, and then there was one addressed to my house, but for one of my best friends from high school, let's call her Rebecca. I didn't know why it was for her but also to my house.

I did not have any cohesive dreams tonight, and only remember fragments off the top of my head.

1. I was looking into the basement of my house and when I opened it, I noticed there were only three things. Two of the things I cannot remember, but the third was the skeletal remains of a giant octopus. (Not quite skeletal, but decaying to that point). My mother came down to take a look, and I thought she was going to comment on the smell of the dead animal but she didn't say anything about it, other than the skeleton's head is going to look goofy since its head is pointing up. It did not occur to me that an octopus does not have a skeleton.

2. I was with my sister and she wanted to take a break, so we went to a party of some sorts. There was a large pool with a lot of people, though it was kind of cold as there was a lot of shade overlooking it. Someone commented on how the entire feeling would change when the sun came out, and when it did, I could feel the heat, and everyone came to life. They started moving around the entirety of it, and I initiated a race, freestyle. While I was swimming, only my right side was moving forward, to my dismay, and I was worried on my return lap that I would either collide into the wall or other people going forward since as it was a small part of the pool we were racing in, and there were a lot of people.

3. I looked up on the ceiling of my house, and noticed my ceiling fan was sold by a company called "Succubus." I remarked that that must be how I came up with it in my PAO, and it wasn't through Diablo.

Dream Fragments
This dream was longer than what I can remember. At least, this is the impression that I am getting when I attempt to remember it. It's there, I just can't bring it all the surface.

Fragment 1
I was standing in a small backyard looking at the grass. A stained, wooden face crawls along the perimeter of the yard. The house looked small from where I was standing. There was a large tree to my left as I stood, facing the house, looking at the grass. Something got my attention, but I can't remember what and I don't recall what I did.

Fragment 2
I was walking along the right side of the house. It was all concrete and there were children's toys, gardening tools and some potted plants. I could see over the fence into the neighbor's back yard. I remember thinking that I didn't like the neighbor.

Fragment 3
I was sitting at large, wooden desk inside the house. There were either huge, bay windows or I could see through the walls. But I was looking at the sky and I saw a helicopter circling above.

June 06, 2014

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Hippopotamuses EVERYWHERE

I was at home, and it was getting dark but I didn't feel like going to bed. So I got into my car and started driving. I went down to Doug Ave, and headed north. When I passed the light at Patty St, the road was different from the way it is IRL. Instead of being wide and non-residential, there were houses on both sides, more like the street I live on.

But that wasn't the weird part. At the light, I saw the first one of them: A lone Hippopotamus standing at the edge of the road. As I drove on, there were more of them, and eventually I had to stop because there were so many of them, all over the road. They were in the road and in driveways and shuffling about slowly as large beasts often do.

I know hippos are dangerous animals, but these ones were more like kittens. They came up and sniffed the car and then left, leaving me alone for the most part.

I was amazed, and drove back to where ever I had just come from, where some of my friends were. "Guys!" I shouted. "Guys, there are hippos ALL OVER THE PLACE down on that street. Ugh what's it called? The one with the sketchy gas station where they sell rugs and tapestries!" (I couldn't remember the name of the street for some reason, so I was trying to describe it. But I remembered it anyways) "Doug. They're on Doug Avenue! Come on!" And so a few of them get into my car (Zukin is there, she sits shotgun) and I drive them to where the hippos are.

One of the people living in one of the houses to our right came out of their house and fed one of the hippos a carrot. She patted it on the head and then waved at us, before heading back into her house. A hippo came up to the car and playfully headbutted the passenger's side front window (Zukin's) like a kitten headbutting their human.

It was all rather awesome.




Bus?

All I remember from this one is that I was on a bus with a bunch of random people.




Ice Test
I was taking a test of sorts; it was like an obstacle course with puzzles scattered around, which I had to solve. All the tests were on a huge ice-mountain. Everything was made of ice, and had an ethereal glow to it. I don't remember much of the actual course, but I do remember the last part. I seemed to like it so much that when I got done, I did the last part four more times, at least. It was a series of switchbacks in the ice, and we were supposed to get down as fast as we could. So I took off the jacket I had been wearing and used it as a toboggan, sliding down. The last time I went on that part, I looked over the ledge at the city below me. It was night time and the ice-mountain was lit up, and so was the city below. We were so high up that the city looked like it does from inside and airplane.

I looked to my right, where there was a barrier of some sort made out of lots of randomly sized and placed cube-like shapes. They had about the same shape as a Companion Cube, but a little more exaggerated in terms of the corners that stick out. I wanted to see what was "out of bounds," so I started climbing around the ledge to see what was past the cubes. After about ten feet, it was getting a lot harder to climb, and I didn't want to fall, as there was no path below me, only a really really really far drop, and it looked like there wasn't anything further on, anyways. I figured that if there had been a cave or something, I would keep going, but since there wasn't, I turned back and went down the ice switchbacks again. At the bottom, the "teachers" were handing out our grades for the course. I had taken it before, and gotten 98% on it, and since I got 98% again this time, I technically failed it. You only passed if you did better than your best score so far. I didn't care though, because the 98 from the last time was good enough for anything I wanted to do with my life.

As I was walking along another ledge at the bottom, I looked out at the city again, which was a little bit closer, but still really small-looking from high up.

Then I woke up.

I was in a classroom with a lot of other people and somehow instantiated a competition between me and a fellow computer scientist. A woman was standing before us and decided to ask us each a series of questions Jeopardy style (on a powerpoint appeared to be a Jeopardy board). We both agreed and the questions began:

1. Name a program in Unix
2. Why do people program

For the first question I buzzed in quickly, as my partner didn't know anything, and said "grep, which is a regular expression tool to find..." or something similar. For the second question I responded, "To bring down the system, and similar." The subsequent questions had an additional property of being able to "own" whatever it is that you answered correctly. For example, the next question was of a girl dancing, and, while my opponent took a guess and failed, I decided not to answer as I was unsure of what to expect. I don't remember what the answer was (or if there was even a question), but I remember she was assigned a value of $60 for a date.

After this I came up to a window, and tried making my old friends laugh. They were sitting on a spinning table, and I was outside peering in. In the case I remember, I had to make #9428-31 laugh, as well as #36. As they spun around, I would stare at them very seriously, and while #9428-31 maintained a straight face, #36 did not. As a result, #36 actually won and when I opened the door in between, I had to give #36 $200. As I opened the door though, a group of my friends came out, asking for an autograph. I remember writing on one of their forehead's in particular (that of #740-8421), which was incredibly pimply.

I made it in and #9428-31 came and asked me to sign this piece of paper, which I did, as well as writing $200 on top. I realized I shouldn't have done that, since #36 won and told him this, to which he agreed. I noticed further down this room were people playing a variety of board games. Before going down that route, I explored the kitchenware and the shower, which were right next to each other and had no curtain. I washed my hands, remembering that the water each of us use was the same as in our dormitories. I turned around and walked back to where people were playing board games and saw #6412-91234 playing chess and #27-570214 playing #641-102 in a game of army men. #6412-91234 told me he was playing with the other two, but he didn't understand the game. My viewport jumped to them and became black and white, as one of their "army men" died, and simultaneously, #641-102 cut his finger with one of the pieces.

June 05, 2014

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Whoa, 6 Dreams (well, some Dreams and some Fragments) remembered!

Blue Pool

I was with Zukin and some people who claimed to be high-level Dreamers, and we were sitting on a sofa, talking about Lucid Dreaming (funny that we were talking about it but I didn't realize I was dreaming). Then we all moved to a room that was a pool. The whole room was a giant pool with a walkway down the middle. The tiles in the pool were mostly deep blue with some red ones. There were signs being made (like actual signs. Road signs.) somewhere in the room. They were popping out of a conveyor on the other side of the wall.

I think I might have realized I was dreaming, but I woke up immediately. If I did realize, it didn't last long.




Circus!

I was a kid again in this dream. Maybe 10-14 years old. My dad and brothers were going to a circus. We walked into the lobby of the building it was in (it was on some upper floor of a large building). There were three other children there, with their guardian (I wasn't sure if it was their parent or not) in the lobby.

We got into the elevator, the walls of which were lined with that yellow foamy insulator you find in crawl spaces and whatnot.

We got out of the elevator and then sat down in this little play corner that was actually the seats for the audience. You were supposed to climb up to any seat we wanted. It's a bit hard to describe, but think of side-scrolling video games where there are ledges you have to jump up to and whatnot. So I'm trying to get up to the perfect seat, but I can't reach it.



Then there were two fractions of dreams: One about playing my music over speakers, and another about sleeping downstairs in my laundry room. I was only wearing underwear (no bra) because it was really hot, and my dad came in and got all embarrassed. But I was still half asleep and still tired so I threw on a shirt and went to sleep in the car, since we were going somewhere that day. My mom was already sleeping in the back, so I just curled up in the passenger seat.




Just Don't Tell my Mom, Okay?

I was a student in a classroom, high school, I think. We were in the middle of class, and two punks had barged in; They were pushing my classmates around, badmouthing everyone, and extorting money from them and being general jerks. Eventually I got fed up with it and yelled at them from across the room, "You two need to GET. OUT."

One of them got all bashful and apologized, getting ready to leave, but the other (the taller one) just stood in the door way with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down his nose at me. I planted my feet and glared right back (I am short, so this must have been hilarious to watch), until he averted his gaze and then left, grumbling.

About an hour later, another punk came to my classroom, and yelled, "Which Bitch is that told my boys to leave?!" Like an idiot, I stood up and said, "It was me." The guy looked like a Gangster Pimp.

He took me out in the hall and I felt like he was gong to beat me, so I started to run away. I felt like a rabbit being chased by a wolf, and it felt hopeless. It felt like no matter where I ran, he would find me, and then beat me, rape me, verbally abuse me, who knows what.

I eventually got to a door leading out of the building. It opened to a slope, exactly like the one Zukin and I slid down on our butts in Austria. It was steep and the soil was dry, and there were trees scattered sparsely. I slid down the slope, using the trees as check-points of a sort to control my path downward. I got to the bottom and looked up to see if he was following. He was inside still, I could see him glaring down at me from inside the door. It had started to rain, so I assumed that he wouldn't come out in order to keep his clothes clean (Or rather, his voice was in my head saying "The only reason I'm not going and getting you out there is to keep my clothes dry, bitch."). I started running to my left, and turned when the building made a corner. Around the corner was another door into the building. I figured I would go in and try to get a teacher. As I ran toward the door, to my right I heard a voice say, "You don't have to run. You have the power to manipulate him." I turned to see a man floating in the air. It looked like he was sitting in an invisible throne in the air. He had on clothes that appeared kinda jester-like. But more ragged. Colorful patches everywhere, a funny hat. His hair was long, for a guy, and messy. He has a sing-songy voice.

I ignored what he said because the Gangster Pimp was going to kill me if I didn't keep running. I keep running, and I almost reach the door, but the Gangster Pimp comes out of a door a little further down and starts running after me. It's still raining, but we're under an awning now. I'm no longer safe, in the rain.

I try to reach the door but he catches me just before I get there and corners me. "I'll teach you to mess with my boys!" He threatened, cracking his knuckles.
"I didn't touch them! All I did was make them leave!"
He hit me on the left side of my face. "Shut up, bitch! I'm a pimp and I protect my boys!"
I didn't know what else to do, so I started begging and apologizing. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just don't hit me again...!"
And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of my old high school teachers coming outside. "Help! Help, Hafer! Mr. Hafer! This guy...!" But he didn't hear me at all, or else ignored me (which he wouldn't do; he was one of the best teachers I had in high school). He walked back inside, and I felt so alone.

The Gangster Pimp raised his hand like he was going to hit me again, and I yelled, "You would hit a girl like that?!"
Suddenly he got all sheepish. "D-don't say it like that!" He stammered.
Suddenly I was scolding him. "And this is a new piercing. Do you know how much it hurts to get hit over a new piercing?!"
"I'm sorry..."
"And besides you should be in class!"
"Yes Ma'am..."
"Before that, go apologize to my classmates for disrupting our learning!"
"Don't tell my mom about this, okay...?"
We walk back to the tree-slope door for some reason, instead of taking the door right next to us. We wait under the overhang until the rain clears, to keep his clothes clean. Once it was clear, we start walking, and to my left, still where he had been before, was the jester-man, who had much the same feeling as The Face at the end of one of my previous dreams. He smiled (though it was more of a smirk) and said, "Told you." Then he vanished. I noticed then that the rain hadn't been falling on him; there was a circle of dry pavement around where he'd been.

After getting back to my class, like right after the Gangster Pimp leaves, I got a text from him asking if I wanted to go to a rap concert with him. I don't know how he got my number.

Then I either woke up or faded into the next dream...



Rest Stop of Creepy

I was on a car trip with my Dad, Erik, Bob, WW (my grandpa) and my uncle Nick. I don't know why my mom wasn't there. We were driving in some place with mountains and open prairie/almost desert. We stopped at a rest stop to get some things and while we were browsing, this weird man enters the store, and asks random people if he can buy them random junk from the store. He asked me if he could buy me some canned peaches and I said no. I kept saying no but he kept asking about other things he could buy me. Eventually I got him to go away, and picked up a chocolate milk, bringing it to my dad to pay for while I went to the bathroom.

When I got out, I tried to find my family but they had left without me. I knew where we were going, so I figured I would just walk to catch up with them. I texted them to wait for me somewhere up the road, and turned out to the road. I went left (I get the feeling I was going west... but I'm directionally challenged so I don't know if that is true).

I passed a couple buildings on a hill to my left. At some point I met a woman who handed me a box of water bottles and some paper cups, telling me to "keep strong." I was starting to panic because the sun was setting and I could hear some animals off in the distance. I had gotten out of the woodsy hills and was now in an open, relatively flat, prairie area. There were huge, majestic mountains to my right. It looked a little like the Tetons look from the road. I got to another hilly area and checked my phone to see if anyone had responded to my texts. Then I rounded a corner and found the van sitting at a lookout with a door open, waiting for me to jump in. I was pissed at them all and didn't speak to any of them for the rest of the ride.



Dog Fights

I was at Oma and Grandpa's house (in the living room with big windows), talking to my grandpa about his past. My family and some dogs I didn't know were playing outside in the back yard.

Through the windows, I saw a pack of three foxes, larger than any normal fox, circle the group, as if hunting. I tried to warn my family, but they couldn't hear me from inside. Then, one of the foxes jumped at Erik, but he ducked just in time and didn't get hurt. Everyone starts yelling and the foxes run away. They were literally hopping/jumping as high as the trees, like Virginia (John Carter) in the movie. (Um, just sort of ignore that music in that video... There was loud music playing when I found the video. And then it lead to a hilarious moment when Zukin turned off her music and we both heard the music in this video for the first time)

But after a few minutes, they come back with two large wolves. Then, all hell broke loose.
There were suddenly a bunch of neighborhood dogs of all kinds, and the wolves and foxes were fighting the dogs. The dogs eventually fought off the wolves and foxes, but two of them were badly wounded. Their owners were there, and one of the really badly wounded ones, a newfie, was leaning on its owner and dying. It was really sad...

Apparently, my grandpa had completely missed the whole thing. He's a bit deaf, so he hadn't heard any of the mayhem.

Then I woke up.