dream fragment

I need to write more of my dreams down in my dream journal, i just go right back to sleep and I can only remember the last dream..

one of my dreams had andrew matthews in it, childhood friend

had some others but COMPLETELY FORGOT THEM

last dream I was in looked like a school and I was walking around in it. Looked like some sort of combination of the middle school and high school I went to. I remember going into a room full of computers and my friend Anton gave me a key that just looked like a tiny black rectangular prism and he said to use it to get another key from the PC (personal container). So I went looking around outside and went through this cafe and he asked me telepathically or through some earpiece somehow if i found it and I said I couldn't find it so he was gonna come down to show me. By that time I was outside and a bunch of other guys were hanging around. We were in the grass outside of the school and we all decided to go find it. Eventually we found this old abandoned wooden house in the middle of nowhere and the other guys wanted to use the PC to skate all over and Anton said no. We went into the house and looked around and I was following Anton along this incredibly weird and complex second floor pathway that looked like scaffolding except wooden. Then I saw this huge spider web and I asked Anton how he got past it. It was like this huge spiderweb that went in like a sideways pyramid from where I was standing. I didn't want to walk through it so I jumped down to the first floor and there were spiderwebs all over the floor. I tried to leave but my hands started bleeding from the spiderwebs and I finally made it outside the gates of the house where there were no spiderwebs. I think I met some girl outside the gate but I'm not sure, thats all I remember.

Dream recall from today"s WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was reading someone's dream apparently on a side that looked vaguely like DA, it was about an island and a blue dragon.

Dream 2(fragment):

i was talking to friends on skype.

Dream 3:

I wake up in bed but i am in different room. There's a collection of dragon plushies in front of the bed and some of them are a bit changing so i am dreaming, i try to phase through window but dream destabilizes and i bounce off, then it fades out.

October 12, 2013

A third-person memory
A dreamsign
Missed opportunity

At the beach
I'm standing by the road near a beach. From where I'm standing, there's a steep, rocky incline to get down to it. Along the beach to my right is an impassable wall of rock; to the left, the beach goes on forever. Now I'm down on the beach. I've come here to feed the birds, but there aren't as many birds around as I'd expected. I remember there's supposed to be somewhere nearby where there's a cabin in the water that the birds like to flock to.

Now I'm inside somewhere, sitting at a table with some other people. We're trying to figure out where the cabin-in-the-water is. Someone finally figures it out: it's a nearby Crab Shack. I can see it now: it's a small building, made out of wide, dark boards, covered in strings of big Christmas lights, sitting out in the water and accessible by a 20 foot long pier.

We have no desire to go there, but thinking about a restaurant has made us hungry. We try to figure out where to go. Now we're at a restaurant, looking at the menu board. We're disappointed: all the options are either incredibly cheap ($7 for the whole family, which seems questionable) or very expensive ($40+ for one plate).

Now I'm sitting at a small table, looking at a "magazine." Across the pages I'm looking at are thumbnails of the other pages in the magazine. I somehow choose one of the thumbnails; now I'm looking at the full-sized page. It's a super-hero comic book / graphical novel of some sort. I'd been interested in this for a while, and I was excited to find a copy; but now that I'm looking at it, it's very revealing. I have no desire to look at this kind of material, so I close it and put it back on the table.


Working for Maudia
I'm at a large house meeting with a woman named Maudia. She's interested in having me do some work for her around the house. Now we're in a large tool shed, and she's showing me a drill bit that's about an inch wide and about 3 feet long. It comes with a special tool that hooks onto the drill that pushes it forwards as it drills. I ask her what she could possibly need such a large drill bit for. She explains that they needed it when they were working on some pipes. From the end with the faucet, the pipe went back into the wall for a couple of feet, then hit a 90 degree angle and went down. They needed this drill bit to go along from the faucet end and put a hole in the back of the angle piece. With the hole in place, they were able to stick a feathery something in that hung out the faucet end. It all sounded pretty strange, but it was somehow involved in a publicity stunt, so it was supposed to be strange.

This is actually the second time I've met with Maudia. I first met with her a couple of months ago, and she went over her list of tasks with me then. I apologize for not getting back to her sooner, and she accepts my apology on the condition that I don't do it again.

Now I'm filling a collander with water. Even though it has lots of holes, it's holding the water easily. Now the son is in the same room as I am; he just ignores me. Now Maudia's husband is talking to me about a project he wants me to work on with him. It's something to monitor the house while they're gone, and it'll involve both hands-on electronics work as well as a fair amount of programming. I ask him what kinds of alerts he wants available, and he starts out with both phone and email alerts. I explain that email is easy, but that phone alerts would have a number of additional challenges. As an alternative, I suggest both SNMP and RSS, and he approves. He also wants a nice web page to go with it. I explain that I'm a backend guy, and while I can build a web page, it'll be functional yet ugly, and that a modern second grader could probably make a better looking web page than I can. I'll design the site to be very modular so that someone else with more design skills can come along later and reskin the site without having to touch any of the logic.

Now it's night, and I'm with him in the car. He's driving, I'm in the front passenger seat, and his daughter is in the back seat. She keeps tapping me on the shoulder, trying to get my attention. When I finally acknowledge her, she says she found stuff in the back seat that belongs to me, and she's been waiting to give it to me. She gives me a handful of coins and a key. I'd been given the key so I could get into the house, but then I promptly lost it.

Now we're at his office building. We walk into his office, which is a large room with a single fairly large cube in the middle. He gets something - a key - from his cube, then walks over to the corner of the room. He sticks the key into a crack in the wall and pushes, revealing a secret door. I ask him about it; all he'll say is that it's a "red room," which means it's not on the blueprints. I follow him in, then close the door behind me. I become self-conscious and ask if I did the right thing, but he shushes me. He walks over to a pair of laptops on a shelf on the other side of the room. He logs into the first laptop by speaking: it recognizes his voice. He then logs into the second laptop by doing a perfect impression of his coworker's voice. Some kind of video conference is started between the two laptops.

Now the room is changing around me - I think it's using holograms to appear different. It's also projecting many people - the place looks like a dinner party with people mingling and talking. No one seems to notice me. I see a few famous people walking around, including Patrick Stewart, who walks right past me.

Now my host is lying on the ground, dead. Someone says that he knew that next time he threw up, he'd die, and it'd finally happened. He must have known it was coming on; that explains why he was moving so quickly tonight. Someone finds a blanket and wraps him up with finality.

Now I'm back home, walking up a long driveway to a house in the woods. To the right of the entry stairs is a large hanging garden. I walk up to it and insert the key into one of the beams.


Sidewalk work
I'm in the office with two of my daughters. I hear some odd noises from the outside and go to the window to look. A construction crew is doing something in my front yard. Now I'm downstairs looking out the front window at what the crew is doing. I'd forgotten that, as part of the work they'd be doing, they'd have to rip up and re-pour the sidewalk leading up to the house. They're ripping up the sidewalk now and are nearly done. I'm momentarily confused when I notice that the sections they've already pulled up are already overgrown with grass, as if there had never been a sidewalk there; but I don't give it any furthe thought. To remove the old sidewalk, they first use a hammer-like tool to knock holes in the concrete, then they use a narrow white tube (looks like a piece of paper, rolled up) to deliver a blasting charge into the hole. Once they've prepared an entire segment of the sidewalk in this way, they blow it up. I realize my son would like to see this.

Now I'm upstairs in his room. His bed has some kind of lid to it, and it's currently down, closing him in. I know he closed the lid because he likes to sleep where it's really dark. I open the lid and tell him he needs to come quickly if he wants to see something neat; but since he's still really groggy, I pick him up and carry him. As I pass the office, I tell the girls to come too.

Now I'm back downstairs. I'm disappointed that the workers aren't outside any more. A worker lounging in one of my chairs inside says they finished a long time ago. I take my son over to the window and start to point out what they were doing so that my getting him up wasn't a complete waste. As I'm pointing things out to him, I see a fish tank near the street. Inside the tank is a doll in the act of throwing a basketball into a doll-sized basketball hoop. I remember the workers told me the kids could practice throwing a basketball if they wanted to, and I realize they meant they could use this piece of junk. I'm glad I turned the workers down and didn't get my kids' hopes up for nothing.


Women at the airport
At an airport, my viewpoint is following a young man who's up to no good. He goes up to a ticket booth and starts talking to a young woman inside, who is very taken with him. An older woman in the ticket booth scolds the younger woman for being too easy. She explains that any time her thoughts stop syncing properly, that she gets very excited; and that once her thoughts get back in sync, she doesn't remember any of the out-of-sync period. The older woman doesn't accept this explanation and keeps scolding her.


Fragment
I'm trying to find something, and I finally remember that it's in my wife's purse.

My first dream involved me being hunted by giant robots. I can't remember why they were after me, but they had chased me to this park that was surrounded by destroyed city scape.


The second one I remember I have been growing horns, and I was afraid that one of my friends would find out. I was covering the horns with my hands, a hat; whatever could be used to keep them out of view.

This dream was from Thursday the ninth.

I remember I was outside of my school, and it was sunset. Out of no where the sky for very dark and a meteor shower began! It was pretty cool, until one of the meteors it the school! Anywho, nobody was hurt, and what was left was a meteor, split in half. The interesting thing about this meteor however, was that on each of the two halves were written some very obscene things. I then remember one of my teachers coming down to see what was going on and that's about it.

Last two nights I was at a friend's house so I couldn't focus on dreaming too much. However, I can vaguely remember something...

I remember this dream being pretty long, although I don't remember any details. All I remember is that I was being chased by a bunch of zombies, and it reminded me a lot of something like World War Z (which was an awesome movie btw) So yeah... that's about all I got from the weekend.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some video game about attacking enemy base.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was discussing some video game weapons with someone and then i was fighting through some place. Then there was something about hospital, more fighting and then i was in large hall with big and apparently famous bell than was only been rung once by it's creator and nobody else was able to do so, hall was also full of people, i've used some kind of force to ring the bell and resulting sound stunned everyone.

First I'm in my English III class. The desks aren't placed where they normally are, but that's okay. We're taking a test/just got through with one.

Later I look into a mirror and see that my eyes keep going cock-eyed on their own. I'm devastated and go to my mom and say, "I need to go to the dentist and an eye doctor," but she tells me that we don't have enough money for any appointments.

Dream recall fro today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing Terraria and there was something ab out lightning strikes and weapon debuffing.

Dream 2(fragments):

i was watching some kind of story, it was happening on sky islands and it was raining. Inhabitants were afraid of rain, then more characters arrived and inhabitants were telling them about rules of the place. Then i found some place in void where authors of the story were making some art, a drawing of skulls, i've talked to them and was watching. Then characters from the story were suddenly in different part of void and they had to find can of paint, then they were back on sky islands and they had to dig out some people that were stuck in the ground, that made another person angry which shout was heard through the island and he summoned thunderstorm, scaring inhabitants even more. There was also some text on the side of island.
Then i wake up, hearing chanting voice and i realize that i am dreaming, but split-second after i move i get teleported into initial position. That continues a good number of times where i either get teleported or FA again. During one i briefly see brief shadowy dragon figure, which then vanishes.After a few more teleports/FAs i even lose lucidity for a bit, but then some DC falls on bed from the ceiling and i regain lucidity, and also get unstuck from the loop, i get up and go to balcony, then dream fades out.

I had a school-related dream.

There are three TVs in my room, two of which are broken. The third is a wide-screen plasma TV and I am watching the new episodes of Death Note on it. Looks as though Light has split apart from the SPK and has caused some sort of damage to the HQ, because the sirens are going off and L is P-O'ed.

My dad comes in and takes the big TV away. Grr. -_-

I'm walking with Daryl, to Josh's mums house in Strafford to pick up my dog, that was getting looked after for the weekend.
I walk into the backyard and see that a black male is working on Daryl's boat. The man walks over and greets us. He looks familiar, and has shoulder length hair. I see my dog Rex in the backyard with a boy and a few other dogs. Rex walks up to the kid for some attention and the kid begins to terra rise my dog by barking at it. Rex looks miserable and scared. One of the bigger dogs must sense weakness in Rex and they fight each other for a couple seconds. I walk over to greet Rex and he looks and feels different. He's hair is longer the usual and has lost a lot of weight. I'm furious and sad at this point and feel that he may have been abused or just overpowered by the other dogs when it came to feed time.

I'm at my old house and I'm out in the backyard. I see my Father and I tell him about what I thought happened at Josh's mums house to Rex. I tell him that a young kid was intentionally trying to scare Rex. My Father shakes his head and is certain I'm just making it up. I get fired up, and can't believe that he thinks I would make such a thing up. I continue for some time arguing about what had happened. The dream ends.

Dream Fragment:
Myself and someone else is running away from a group of people. I see a replay of how I escaped a car park, in a car.
I run towards a helicopter and as it hovers a few metres above ground, I struggle to climb up to get into the cabin. I'm hanging onto a chain that is connected to the helicopter and I find it hard to pull myself up. As I reach closer to the cabin, I try to enter the cabin as if I was in a video game, and would enter when I reach close enough by hitting a key binding.

*** Note: My Art II class was assigned to research a Mississippi artist so that we could give a ten-minute presentation on him or her, and I chose a woman named Dot Courson. Funny to note that my teacher told us that if we could get the artist to come to the school and speak in front of our class we did not have to speak at all. After taking a public speaking class during my freshman year, I'm no longer very terrified of giving presentations, but I really didn't care for the project itself at all and so I was the least prepared out of all of my classmates. Considering this, even I didn't want to give a presentation.

Happy ending: My PowerPoint got lost among all of the others and so my teacher couldn't find it! I don't have to give the presentation, but I do have to go to her class as soon as I get free time to take a test.

Here's Dot Courson's profile, if you're curious: http://dotcourson.com/

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Friday, October 11, 2013

Dot Courson comes to visit me in my home in Ucon. Apparently Mrs. Tucci had contacted her and told her that I would be doing the presentation, and so Mrs. Courson would present herself for me.

Gray parts are not part of the dream.

Went to bed at 11:02, woke up at 6, wrote down a dream & tried WBTB. Then woke up at 10 or so? In any case, I got out of bed around 11 after writing down a bunch of stuff. Note: writing on paper works really well if I want to write full sentences.

First dream (recorded ~6 AM):
A (a friend from school's robotics team) is in this room with the rest of the "working class" people; he has a gaming system set up on his bed. The gaming setup was so that he could stick his gaming equipment under the bed once he was done, and someone else in the room made a remark about that. He was like "How do you like the setup?" and said I could stay over and play games or whatnot. I was like "Are you seriously asking me that? I'm just filling in for D (also friend from robotics team), I'm not actually him. My parents would never allow that ('cause I'm a girl)." And he was like "Oh, right."

I was in the room in the first place because I was apparently investigating something. I stuck my head around the corner of the doorway? to the room where the workers were. On the right, a few guys were talking on a few couches. They looked like - or I got the impression of - richer people/businessmen. On the left were the "working class" people (another impression). They were milling around the room, which was messy and filled with boxes & possibly included a kitchen. Further in the room was A and his bed, which was a low mattress w/ white spread and no pillows or blankets.

Second dream (recorded ~10 AM):

Map: towns with names like an rpg, one spot was something like "The Beast Awakens", or just Awakens (It's probably a different verb that I don't remember). A group of adventurers were passing through. A really bright, pulsing yellow light appeared on the screen (apparently I was playing my DS) when they got near a tiny yellow dot (which also appeared on the minimap as a big glowing light). Walking over the dot w/ the main character/ party leader? triggered a cutscene in which they met/talked with a female ghost/spirit, probably well known/revered/somehow important to the story.
The DS screen was cracked on the left side of the screen, and that part was darker than the rest of the screen. (Which did happen to my real DS, only it was never cracked and was eventually fixed). I had to move some of the menu (UI?) items out of the way so I could see the character on my screen better. At one point I had to turn the DS upside down because the character was going the other way and the whole thing flipped.

The plot(?) of the game was something like the party was accused of killing someone just because they were near the scene. The party also came upon a girl (possibly the spirit), dead and buried in the ground so deep only her head stuck out. An arrow stuck out at an angle in the dirt, and I assumed that it struck her chest and that was how she died. The person who killed her was actually one of the villagers. There was a scene where someone - a party member? = picked up her ear (she was decomposing :S ) to do something like talk to her. The dream ended with the party stealing a precious jewel from the village just because they were there and could do so (out of revenge?).

Another fragment was one in which I was a hawk or some giant bird and I flew up along the side of a building.

Third and final dream (recorded ~10AM):

Finally, I either dreamed or imagined that I had woken up during the night and wrote several pages in my DJ. I did not remember waking up at all (I think I read something in DV about this). Then I actually looked at my DJ, and only one entry was there. I was disappointed, because one of the entries - the last one - involved me trying WILD and a dream where I was struggling to control a car. It was unclear (in the DJ) whether I actually had a lucid dream or not. I got excited over that, but I had never actually written that in my DJ :/

All I remember was that I was watching porn.

From now on, I'll try doing DJs before going back to sleep.

EDIT: I remember I was playing Outlast, except it wasn't Outlast, because I've never played Outlast.

While I no longer remember the dream, but I almost got out of bed immediately, because I thought my boss had just asked me to join him in his office. At 6am. On a Saturday. No.