non-lucid

Had a handful of sequences tonight, but I can only recall one:

I was on House's team; we had a patient with some condition that had us stumped. We were all off working various tests and I was discussing the case with Chase when I suggested the patient's problems may be the result of a genetic condition that's caused by an extra X or Y chromosome. We took this idea to House and for some reason testing this idea required us all to go down to an elaborate cave system below the hospital. We explore the cave a short ways in and talk about stuff, and at some point I went back up to the hospital to retrieve something and as I was about to go back down to the cave I noticed several suspicious looking people with guns enter the hospital through a back entrance. As I got back down to the cave I heard a PA announcement that the hospital was being taken over by terrorists. We discussed how we might hide from them in the cave, but House was convinced they'd search every inch of the cave and find us.

I'm living with my college roommate in a Covington city apartment. I'm going to a concert by The Dear Hunter, one of my favorite bands, but he's not coming along. I decide to walk, and as I do so I pass the library. There I run into two of my favorite high school teachers, Dr. C and Mr. G. We talk about music for a while, but then we go our separate ways. When I get to the venue, it's very crowded in line, and I have to wait for a while. When I get to the front, the bouncer tells me I can't bring my knife in, so I have to run back home to drop it off. The streets seem to change from what I know them in real life, and the distance must be more, for when I get back to the venue the band is done playing. The room is still crowded, but there is no music.

I was in the kitchen putting away groceries and I a large green snake. I told my Mom that I was going to go release it somewhere outside and she told me to be careful. When I picked it up, I realized it would have been safer to grab it by the head rather than the middle of it's body. As soon as I tried change the position of left hand, it lunged at my right and bit.

I felt a burning sensation in my hand that quickly spread up up my arm and through my body and then I went numb. I put the snake in a bag and then went over to the sink to wash the blood of my hand. I told my Mom that I was bit and she said something along the lines of "I told you so" and then she asked if it was poisonous. My vision soon went blurry and then I eventually went blind. I became disoriented for a few seconds and then I started having heat flashes. I also started cycling through emotions, one second I was furious and the next I felt terrified. After a few second of that, I was hit with the strongest high I've ever experienced and had to sit down to keep from passing out.

It felt like it had lasted hours but my Mom said it was a minute or two at most. My vision came back so I went to my computer to search up a bit of info on the snake to see if it was deadly. I read that the effects of it's poison were only temporary and that it wasn't lethal so I relaxed and went back to the kitchen, wondering what I should do with the snake.

I woke up soon after.

I was at school in free block with Niki and dressed in a long shirt with black leggings, which was very odd for me because I never wear anything like that. I was trying to be fashionable or something. But I also had this long underwear type long sleeve black shirt under my regular blue shirt, which made it look weird. I asked katelyn if I should take the black long sleeve off and she said I should, so I went to the bathroom to change but there was a really long line and a bunch of popular girls were waiting in front of me. We still had about half an hour left of free block, but it as the hour was drawing to an end, I was still waiting in line. A male gym teacher was in the bathroom also for some reason, I think it was Mr. Huber from middle school. He was handing out passes for people to fill out so they wouldn't be late to their next class. I didn't think I would need one, until the bell rang and I finally got into one of the stalls to change. It was extremely small in the stall and the back of my legs kept touching the seat of the toilet because it was just too cramped to not touch anything. It was really grossing me out, since I'm a bit of a germaphobe. It took forever to change because I had like 4 shirts on and when I finally got done changing it was 5 minutes into the start of the next class. I took a pass and filled it out and went to my locker before going to my math class with Aub. It was taking such a long time that I was scared that the teacher wouldn't believe me that I came from the bathroom. After awhile of fumbling around at my locker I saw Aub walk by with the class and she said they were going somewhere, so I joined along and got back on track.

This guy named Yotam was in my dream last night. I went to beeed.. aroounnd.. 2 or 2:30AM. I know I turned my alarm off a few times and actually got up at 10:30AM. Let's do this.

So I'm still in school, but it's the last day of the year and everyone is leaving. I have a feeling it was college because we were in dorms and I was packing a bunch of clothes. I saw Yotam walk by my door, which was open, and his hair was down to his shoulders (and he looked awfully depressed). I yelled for him to come back and he did and I started going on about how great his hair looked. He seemed pretty sheepish about it but also glad I complimented him. I was under the impression that no one really liked it or he'd been made fun of and generally had a bad year, for other reasons, too. He then started asking me if I wanted to hang out/go to his house/play games/whatevs' and I had the feeling he was kind of trying to ask me out. I said something about how that was a great idea and I just needed to finish packing.

[transitiooon]

I'm in a bathroom, I'm pretty sure it's Yotam's because he's in the shower. I was just like.. brushing/drying my hair or something, maybe washing my face. I know he was talking to me the entire time but I can't remember what he was saying. I was in a good mood, though. I guess he was saying something nice.

[another empty transition]

I can see Yotam across the street. I'm standing outside a house and he's surrounded by guys who are about to beat him up, possibly over his long hair or something equally stupid. I ran over to help but don't remember getting there. I do kind of remember seeing him on the ground getting kicked, though.

[some kind of transition, again]

I was walking around the house and caught a glimpse of my hair, which was still kind of wet from a shower I had and it was plastered to my forehead and drying in a really weird way. It was on the verge of being a bad mullet and I was like, "Oh man, I need to cut my hair." so I cut it and ended up making it look even more like a bad mullet. Parts of it would be sopping wet and then suddenly be dry and I couldn't cut anything properly because it was switching from wet to dry. It didn't look as bad when I blow dried it.

[This was lost in the server crash ]

May 31, 2011

D1: Lame "Heavy Metal Thunder" Cover
D2: [Limey, cut]
D3: Remmaried from M to Laina
D4: Knights challenge the household, and I think 'steampunk'
Wake during, half-asleep for the latter half of.



D1
Second Person: I think and perceive as myself, but can see me directly in front of my vantage point. I=you

'You' [Elliot] are at a small concert with about forty people in the audience.
The stage is also relatively small, canopied, and has been constructed on some sort of blacktop or parking lot. You can't see it but somehow you know that there is either a strip-mall or Casa Bonita [I had recently been there] behind it.
Onstage is a four-piece rock band, and they are doing a watered-down version of Messiah Prophet's "Heavy Metal Thunder". In all honesty, you don't think they're doing a very good cover, and the middle-aged guy next to you concurs with the statement that they aren't any good at all. You sigh with consideration and defend the music in saying that it's metal-ish enough, mainly because you're just happy to hear it being played at all.

The total detail wasn't very deep (think "Waking Life" level of clarity), and I could tell while dreaming that this dreamworld/dreamset was particularly small. A couple hundred feet left and right, a hundred behind, and no further than the building behind the stage forward.



D2
[Because of limey content (I'm a guy, deal with it), I'm not posting this one. Really, I'm hoping to just forget it.]



D3
Third Person

The gist of this dream is that I had been married to M (name withheld 'cause she might be joining DV), but she had died, and, for whatever reason (not clear within the dream), I was to marry this other person I know. Let's call her Elizabeth.
Probably the oddest thing about the whole dream was that nobody, even Liz and I, cared about the fact that she something like twenty-five and I'm seventeen. Actually, I'm pretty sure I was younger in this dream, about fifteen. Either way, the thing that had me tied up in knots was whether or not I could really love Liz. In the dream, as in real life, I don't know her really well, though we get along quite well.
I can recall that at this point (if you can call it that) in the dream, I am in a church classroom of sorts, modern, and furnished, and I'm sitting in a chair near one end of the room, agonizing over whether or not to go through with the wedding. It's set for a few days out, at this point.
I'm finally able to resolve the dream when my father comes in and asks me a question regarding my commitment. I can't quite remember the exact phrasing (and, boy, do I wish I could!), but the effect of his short question was, "Are you willing to work hard to make your love to Liz grow and mature to what it needs to be in marriage?". Except he somehow was able to say all that in about five words. Just like he does in real life.
Either way, when I considered that, I was able to finally realize that, yes, I could do that. I said as much in reply to dad's question, he smiled and left the room, and that was the end of the dream.


D4
First person

This whole dream, because of the intricacy of it, is a bit fuzzy as to what I’m doing in it sometimes.
I’m at my house and the setting is kind of weird. It’s like my grad party (sort of), but there is a light on the horizon both to the west and to the east, as if it was dawn and dusk at the same time.
I’m running around with a friend (no clue who), playing something like tag, when we run into the front yard (it’s on the east side of the house), and stop where we are. In front of us, about a hundred-or-more feet away, are knights, I’m not sure exactly how many, I think six of them. Off to their right, my left, riding astride with the group but about fifteen feet away is another. They all are decked out in crusader-style armor, black, with dull trim on some suits, and their visors are down. The right (my perspective) knight of the center two has more frills than the others. He has red ribbon trim on his horse, and his visor has four vertical slits, unlike the two horizontal ones on the other knights. He was also the only one with a lance, and there was a banner flying from the tip of it (he had it upright), though the knight off to the north had a pole and banner.
Let me say at this point that I live about eight miles from town, and on the other side of the gravel road that passes by our front lawn is nothing but a field. To the north (left from my current perspective in the dream) is a woods, and off to the right (south) is another house we rent out (called the white house, ‘cause it’s white) and the driveway.
Like so: /\
E
<N+S>
W
\/
The road
================================================== =================
TTTTT ||
TTTTT ||
TTTTT Front Yard ||
TTTTT ||
TTTTT _____________ ______________ ||
TTTTT |My House | | White | ||
TTTTT | | | House | || <Driveway
TTTTT | | | | ||
TTTTT | _________| | ___________| ||
TTTTT | | |_| ||
TTTTT | |_____ //
TTTTT | | //
TTTTT | Garage |================================//
TTTTT |________|

Anyways, the knights ride up to within twenty feet of the house, and the leading knight speaks, challenging the household to fend off his troop of knights, implying that he has many, many more knights than the five-and-one with which he’s riding. They turn and ride off.
The funny thing is, I can remember what his voice sounded like, but not his exact wording. Hmm.
I run over to the front porch, looking for something to retaliate against the knights-to-come with and notice what I think is a box of fireworks. When I go to it, though, it turns out to be just some empty packing boxes. The idea stays with me, however, and I tell myself that I’ll need to run into town to get a bunch of them to shoot at the knights. Yep, that’s right. My though process said “Get fireworks to shoot at the knights” and didn’t even think to use them to spook the horses. I didn’t even think of using the two-dozen-plus guns we have laying around. (And the 30-30 would have been effective, too.)
I’m thinking along those lines as I run back to get a car when the idea of charging at the knights with the various vehicles we have around here pops into my head. I like that idea, and, deciding to work out that plan, say aloud to myself “Yeah, I’ll be a steampunk!”
The only reason I can think of now for me considering myself a steampunk for this plan is because it involved cars and gunpowder (fireworks), not computers. Go figure.

I wake up, mostly, at this point as I’m running back to the garage to get a car. I let (of kind of make) myself fall back asleep, and the scenario slowly starts to formulate again.

I’m still standing where I had stopped running to declare myself a steampunk and I take off running again. When I get to the garage, it’s loaded full of vehicles we have had in the past. Sandwiched in between them all, and at a rather odd angle, is the Subaru dad used to drive to work. I get in and somehow get it out of the garage with ease. As I’m driving it around to get it positioned at the front yard, I notice that it’s almost stalled multiple times in the short time I’ve been driving it. The clutch and tranny also seem to be terribly sluggish, and suddenly I realize that I must be driving the old Subaru we used to have that looks exactly like the other one. (Not a dream warping of memory/reality, we really did have two identical Subaru Impresas.)
I park the car between the two houses and my brother (Et) comes up to the window (I had rolled it down, I think) and told me basically what I had just figured out. I get out and start to go to get the other Subaru, but Et says he’ll get it for me and says he has something to show me.
We go to the inside exterior corner of the white house and he shows me how, at the bottom of the drainpipe of the rain gutter there is smoke or smog or fog coming out of it. He tells me that he’s set up an engine on the roof to make the smoke, and I really like the idea.
Somehow it didn’t occur to me that the drain was on the wrong side of the house.
At this point, I turned to walk to the front lawn, but I was effectively awake by the time I got there.



Yes, that's a pretty wacky bunch of plots for the first set of dreams I've had in over a year, but hey. I guess I'm just unique.

I can only remember fragments this morning (umm afternoon). I can just barely remember one little detail, and then it just slips away. Here's what I do remember though:
The first dream that comes to mind I was in my old school, but it looked like my current school. I said hi to the teachers and ran towards these small rooms. In one of them was 2 kids that I'm very good friends with now. I hugged them and thats where it gets a bit fuzzy. The next thing I can remember in this dream is being in my old school assembly hall, and all the popular girls who didn't like me were writing my name twice on a small piece of paper. Another one of my friends was with them but she didn't go to my school. She had written my name down too. Apparently it was a good thing so I wrote her's twice on a piece of paper as well. I can't remember much more. Just fragments of all my theatre friends being there and running after and trying to talk to one of them thats mad at me right now. She won't talk to me in real life either.
The next dream I was in this huge mansion. This was a big dream, I wish I could remember more. I do remember this strange writing on the wall. It looked like a mix of chinese characters and the greek alphabet. This man explained to me that it was ancient english. I vaguely remember something happening upstairs. Thats where I forget.

Nondream - Lucid - Nonlucid

I sadly didnt get lucid this time, was hoping for three nights in a row..
Oh well, I actually went to sleep alot later than usual.
I was pretty tired,
I even woke up at 5 like usual, but I fell right back asleep.
I had a bunch of dreams, but I only remember this last one,
darn recall.

Im inside a house, surrounded by family and some friends(who I dont know in RL, but I guess i do in the dream).
We're all getting ready to go somewhere.
My mom seems pretty stressed,
she's making sure all of us have everything we need packed.

We all have everything and start leaving the house,
Im one of the last ones to get out,
Im helping my grandma who has a hard time walking.
She gets through so I leave,
as I walk out there's some chick sitting near the doorway,
she's one of the friends who're going with us(dont actually know her)

She's wearing a really creepy black and white mask,
she's also playing a ukulele, just sitting there.
I freak out for a second seeing her mask,
I dont want to show her I got scared,
so I just motion for her to come get in the car with all of us.

She shakes her head,
she takes off her mask and says "Its okay"
She's around the same age as me, but alrighhhht then.
I walk towards the car,
take one last look at her,
"Your mask scared the Hell out of me!!"
She just laughs and says "Did it?"
Or something like that, im not sure if I replied or not,
She seemed kinda different from the regular DCs, wonder who she was.

We're now all going to the place we're supposed to go,
(I dont actually know where that is..)
We're all in some kind of tour car, kinda like this:


Except there was no roof, well, there was a roof, but only over the back half of the car,
oh and it was alot longer.
Actually there wasnt any driver in front either, actually I was in front,
I guess the car was just moving on its own.

We're driving down a beach,
there's a tour guide standing on the car's roof,
telling us about special offers we should go for ASAP. Please.
We keep driving down, its really sunny,
the beach is right next to us on our left.
And to our right is a bunch of buildings, probably stores and hotels, the scene looks pretty sweet.

The guides telling us about activities we can do,
and well they're not something I'd do..
One of them is where you go on some kind of speed boat,
it goes as fast as it can, and you DIVE off the back of the boat.
While its speeding. I'll pass.

We actually see some people doing this "activity"
And all the guys on the tour car start getting pumped, yelling "I WANNA DO THAT"

Oh yeah, the people in the car have completely changed,
I dont know them anymore, my families not in there either.

Suddenly, the car, and all of us, are inside a mall.
Its pretty busy, I see a bunch of people everywhere,
but they dont seem to notice the packed tour car driving around.

The tour guides gone, and its just us,
we're all sortve in control of the car now.
We go around the mall, and we get to this Huge glass wall,
The guys in the back of the car thought it would be fun to smoosh the people in the front of the car against the glass wall,
Wait.. Im in the front.
They start pushing us against the glass wall,
we all laugh, even i laugh at first

They do it a few times and stop,
then our group just disperses.
Everyone starts leaving, and even the car disappears.

Then some guy shows up,
he's pretty big, but not buff big, but fatass big.
He's white btw, but he has some kind of afro mixed with dreadlocks.
He looks like he's looking for a fight.

I dont remember how exactly, but he starts messing with me..
And I get PISSED.
He keeps messing with me, but I dont wanna get in trouble for a fight.
I hate this guy.
At one point he turns around and gives me this dumb look,
I yell at him to turn around again, he does
.. And I freaking wake up. PISSED.
My hearts racing.. If only I went lucid.. Hate dreams like that

I was new to town. My friends and I just moved came in on a bus and found our new apartment. Then I'm at a school where I presumably work. Then I'm talking to a Korean guy who wants me to drive him somwwhere the next day at 5:30am and make sure he survives, is okay (bodyguard type work). Because his girlfriend's mom will be doing an experiment on him and his girlfriend and maybe others. Something to do with increasing their memory. After he walks away I turn to someone who knows me and he says "Oh are you done mumbling to yourself now?" So I ask if he can see the guy as he walks away and he says there's no one there. So I believe him that I was hallucinating and tell him what I was 'talking' about.


Another dream I was god-like with telekinetic powers and I could make people say whatever I wanted.

Hey so i dont remember all of the dreams soo i remember i was sleeping in my dream and i heard my bro old me that something happpened with my uncle and he died?.. i was sleeping didnt heard good.. [in a dream not in rl]

then i woke up in tat dream and i went o the room of my uncle he wasnt dead but sick an di started takling and so and so..
he could move everything i didnt wanted him o die or so lol...

ok then wetalked talked idk what else we did , i moved to other dream it was like i was with 3-4 kids my bro and someone else and we were outside and was trying to find a good place to sit, we went on mountains and so lol.. idk remmber what else..


next dream...
Well me and my close friend meet before like 3-4 months in other dream and went to 1 friend who had a Snake...
we went to his place. so we lay to the bed cus he was sleeping , and i saw his Snake ... i was like wow..
my friend took him on his hands he was playing with him ... xD.. then i was too crazy i took him i was playing him and i went outside and going somewhere i dont know why and so it was fun.. then i lost him in 1 building very big i couldnt find him we were searching him with my friend , no chance we went back to his place and he find out that no snake we went out and saw a snake.. that wasnt his...
then we went out and there was 1 more snake.. we could see his head and the back... and ppl running from being scary lol
then some ppl tried to attack the snake but i punched them with my friend then if i remember my friend took his snake and dream ended..

thats all i remember.

thanks for reading

More non lucids.
I was some kind of super-agent like in Deus Ex (there was even the deus ex menu). I had to go running, vaulting and jumping through some kind of trap with bars to deactivate an alarm. I had a squadmate or something. Then some thugs appeared.

I was at the Purgatory, working as a shop assistant. I had to fight off demons. I asked the shop owner why so many demons, why weren't there any angels. He answered me "Who cares? Look what these demons bring me!" And he showed me a dagger.

I got killed by Satan, and my friend got killed by the Devil, which were 2 different 'people' in this dream. I was killed by a demonic spear and my friend by a demonic scythe.
We ended up in hell, in an arena. In my hand was both the demonic weapons. I threw the scythe to my friend, and we went to take our revenge on the Devil and Satan, which were somehow represented as my two brothers.
We hacked, slashed and blocked away. As I managed to cut the arms off one, the other stood forth and fought me, so the other had time to go rejuvenate his arms.
All while this happened, my friend was standing passively and watching, doing nothing - just like in real life. After a little while he went to fulfill his WoW addiction and left me to fight them both alone.
Instead I went "fuck it" and my brother - which represented Satan - asked why I wouldn't fight. I said "it's no use when you regrow your limbs" and left.

16.06.2011

Lost and Very Naked (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was my third, final and most well-remembered dream of the three that I had last night. It's taking me so long to get to writing this one because I went out with some friends today. Sorry. D:

I was living with my family again and this time, I was living with my -entire- extended family which was sort of trippy. My dad's office was connected to the building (he's now retired). I'll get back to that. I also spent the entirety of this dream wearing nothing but my panties and I tried to cover my nudity with my hands and hair as best I could.

Anyway. In the apartment that we were all living in, one of the women was cooking in the kitchen when the gas went wild and fire started spewing out of the gas valve. It didn't take long to put it out (or much effort, really) but I did run to my sister's room to wake her up and the entire time, the fire was letting out a deafening roar. It sort of sounded like I was in a wind tunnel. I ran back into the kitchen to see that the fire was being put out and that nothing was damaged and no one hurt. I slept(?) in my dream, woke up and walked to the back window only to run into a cousin on my dad's side of the family (who doesn't really exist) and he confessed to being the reason that the fire happened. He said he tried to fix the valve after fixing it but he couldn't do it, and when he couldn't, he decided to save himself the embarassment by not telling anyone. I kept walking with him for a while and ended up walking downstairs to a beach. Here, I realized that I was naked the entire time and decided to run back to get some clothes because I didn't want to be arrested for indecent exposure. So I started to run back inside but nothing was the same. There were no stairs leading upstairs, back to the apartment. Now, it was all Air Force offices, Family rooms and an airport.

The first area I had to run through was the airport but this section was short. I only remember coming to some escalators with signs above them that said things like "Only use this escalator if you're a loud prick" or "Jump up and down like a kid if you want to break this escalator". I didn't want to go up it but decided to anyway since I might get some help here. Luckily, I did and a man who was standing off to one side gave me an old cellphone with my dad's office number on speed dial. I called him and asked him to give me directions back to the apartment but he was busy talking to someone else who was in his office.

Here, I found an Airmen who had fallen from the floor above him in a stairwell. He was surrounded by large burlap bags of soil that he was apparently carrying. I called for help and two more airmen came up. They said the guy was only hungover and gave him a hard time about it. There was blood on the back of his head and he seemed like he had alcohol poisoning.

Just then, I had a strange image flash before me of Marines in sharp uniforms, at attention. The only thing was, they were upside down, balancing on their heads and using an extra pair of boots each to support their heads. Their faces were beaten and bloody but their eyes were closed and they were smiling. This and the bloodied, dirty Airmen were both very disturbing images for me.

Afterwards, I ended up in the "Family Center" part of the building, stole an Oreo milkshake from the table at a kid's party, made it back to the beach where I started somehow (it was now noonish. Before it was early in the morning) and gave up trying to make it back to the apartment.

Out of nowhere I was wearing purple clothes that was made out of grapes and I was singing with another woman in the bushes. The singing was so terrible that I decided that I didn't want to be there anymore and then I woke up.

I went to bed around 1:00AM and I had a view at a moon directly from my bed. I fell asleep and had a false awakening. I remembered that there was supposed to be a lunar eclipse tonight so I went out of bed to see the lunar eclipse. I sent a text message to my friend about it. I went outside and saw that the moon is all red and yellow. I went inside the house to look for binoculars and I when I found them my friend arrived and we went outside and watched lunar eclipse together.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a camper trailer, one of the kinds that hitch to the back of a pickup truck. It was parked somewhere in the woods. The door was open. I stood in the doorway. My sister stood just outside it.

My sister told me that "J Bieb" or "J Bumblebee" had died. He was some kind of famous figure, but I didn't know very much about him. My sister kind of took a mildly sarcastic tone with me, as if to say, "I know you couldn't care less." It was like she was accusing me of not caring about our family because I wasn't so emotionally stricken by this celebrity's death.

I was then in some other place. A young, kind of attractive girl told me that a celebrity named J Bieb had died. She might even have said something like, "Everybody remembers where they were on the day J Bieb died."

I didn't know anything about this celebrity. But suddenly I remembered that my sister had told me about either this celebrity or a celebrity with a very similar name.

So, to imptess the girl, I blurted out, "Oh, yeah! My sister had said something about that! I think it was back... My sister and my family had come to visit me. They'd rented a camper."

Realizing I would have made my family sound like they had a lot of money for renting a camper, I said, "Well, not one of the big campers. Just one of the small ones, you know, that..."

I may have been making hand motions to illustrate how the small camper worked.

Dream #2

I was with my friend H on an airplane. We lifted off. It was a cloudy day. Everything seemed fine. But just as we ascended into the lower layer of clouds, the plane sped up really quickly. That seemed really abnormal. We suddenly slumped downward. The plane was headed back toward the ground. It was obvious that something was wrong.

I could see as if I were looking through the pilot's window, even though I was still with H in the normal passenger area. The pilot got us turned around. The engines were dead. But the pilot was trying to get us back to the runway. We were kind of gliding, but we were also descending really quickly. I knew it would be a bad landing.

The plane approached the runway. It hit the tarmac pretty violently, possibly smashing theunderside of the plane. But nothing exploded.

I could hear or imagine some kind of news announcement talking about the plane crash. My vision was now outside and behind the plane. I was still alive. But I didn't know about H. I could still see from inside the plane, but not very well. Everything was shaking around.

Then the plane twisted over onto its left side. I could see it as if I were outside and behind the plane and see and feel it as if I were inside the plane. At this point, the plane came to a stop.

Dream #3

I was on a plane with a woman like my mother, although the woman was not more than a few years older than I. The plane had landed, and people were all getting off. I might, however, actually have been staying on the plane, as if I had just stayed on in order to help my mother get situated.

At some point, my mother became a kind of tall, thin woman, like my old friend AL.

Now a young woman with a kind of hip look, possibly with maroon-dyed hair, came into the plane and sat down. She may even have buckled the seat belt. But she was really here to meet with my mother/friend and visit places in this area with my friend.

The young woman was a lesbian, and I got the feeling that she was going to try to seduce my friend. I really didn't mind. She was only my friend. I wasn't in love with her.

So I tried to give some advice to the young woman about how to have a good time in this area. It was partly because I felt bad that I wasn't staying here. It was some kind of tough place to be, and my not staying kind of implied that I wasn't tough. But I'd been here before, and I wanted to prove it. So I started to give the girl advice.

I said, "You look like you're dressed for the summer right now. But when you go down into the caves, make sure you bring a sweater. Because it gets cold when the wind whips through the tunnels. It's like --" and I made some kind of blowing, whistling sound.

The young woman had gotten bored about halfway through what I was saying. Finally she unbuckled herself and stood up. She sulkily walked past me and said, "I already know that stuff."

Dream #4

I and a group of people, probably my family, stood up from dinner at a restaurant. A family at another table stood up at the same time as we did. My mother may have started up a little exchange between our group and the other group, based on some interesting similarity between us. Both groups were laughing and cheerful, but I felt like things could turn stressful pretty quickly.

The tables we were sitting at were in a basement area, and we had to head up some stairs to get to the first floor dining area and exit. I may either have been heading for the stairs or some place like a coat closet or coat check. My family was headed in the other direction.

I was kind of happy to be splitting from the two groups and the almost tense situation. But my mom then called out to a young boy in the group, "You know that ----- (she said my name) lived in Colorado, too." This was supposed to give me something in common with the boy, who was getting ready to go do something in Colorado.

I knew that now I'd be obliged to talk to the boy. He was tall, white, pale, with kind of shaggy hair, not quite down to his shoulders. He wore a t-shirt and a hooded sweatshirt. He seemed cool. But he seemed about as inconvenienced by having to talk to me as I felt for having to talk to him.

We walked in the direction of my family. We headed up the steps. I asked the boy where he'd grown up. He said, "In the West V-----"

We were walking through some kind of crowded space with wood walls. There were a lot of people, and the place was full of noise, so I hadn't quite heard what the boy had said. So I mistook it for "West Village."

I said, "Oh, you grew up in New York?"

The boy said, "No. I said the West Valley." He seemed annoyed at my mistake. So I made some kind of dumb joke. I became really sheepish. As the boy, kind of ignoring me, walked away and back toward his group (we were all in the ground floor dining area), I kept calling out to him with this weird joke.

I suddenly stopped myself, thinking, Geez. The way I'm going at this guy, you'd think I had a crush on him.

So I went and sat at a table where my mom was sitting. The boy's mom was also sitting there. She was white, kind of thin, with short, blonde hair. She'd overheard my weird joke to the boy. She said, "Yeah, a lot of people don't know where the West Valley is. But it's basically all the most populous regions in Kentucky." She said this with a kind of mock-flair that made me realize she thought the area was pretty dumpy.

I wanted to respond with a joke like, "Right, all the great suburbs of -----." I wanted to say a really big town in Kentucky. But all I could think of was Louisville. And I didn't think that was good enough.

A waitress came up to the table from my left. A man had been calling after her. He'd been trying to joke with her, trying to flirt with her. He'd struck me as a bit of an old creep. I was afraid he'd pursue the waitress to our table and start making trouble for us.

The waitress was wearing some kind of one-piece shorts outfit with a gently colorful floral print and made out of a satiny material. She had tan skin and pale brown hair. She was incredibly sexy, but she didn't strike me as a waitress.

The waitress gave me some eye and body signals to let me know she was attracted to me. She then said, "Maybe you should give me your card or your contact information, so we can keep in touch."

I said, "I don't have a card, but I can give you my email address." I shifted in my seat and leaned back a bit, as if I were going to pull a card out of my wallet. I felt embarrassed that I didn't have any business cards. I asked the woman, "Can you give me a napkin?"

The woman sat down in the chair across from me. She picked up a napkin. There were drawings along the top of the napkin. I had apparently been looking at them before. They were done in black, felt-tip pen. They had struck me, as I'd seen them, as some kind of mystical hieroglyphics.

But the woman, looking at them, laughed. I asked her why. She directed me through each drawing, from left to right. It showed stick figures, in frame-like settings, like in a comic strip. One frame showed a boy chasing a girl. Another frame showed the boy and girl together in bed. Another frame showed the boy and girl doing some kind of really nasty sex position.

I said, "Well, I hadn't seen that at all! Must've been cause I was reading it the Japanese way." This meant from right to left, instead of from left to right. Okay...

I suddenly realized that this drawing was made as a kind of love letter to the girl. I was scared. I thought she'd think I'd written this to her. But then I realized that the creepy guy had actually made this drawing for the waitress.

There was another drawing below the first drawing. The first frame showed a cabin in a snowstorm. The second image showed a close-up of some structure in the snowstorm. Then there were a couple of images of an American flag waving in the wind.

Below each frame there were captions. The first captions were something like, "A snowstorm, loneliness, the comfort of a warm home." The next to last caption was, "Destroy the commandos." The final caption was, "America the brave."

I realized that this was some kind of mass-marketed (how?) advertisement for how America should continue the war on terror. For some reason I felt like this was directed against me. I also thought that, since I thought the drawing was kind of silly, that I'd somehow be targeted by the government as unpatriotic.