6.9.2023 Bedtime 1:00am. Woke up around 3:40am and took notes on the following dreams: Fragments: (1) I’m upstairs in a house. It is windy outside. I’m rummaging around, looking for a particular stuffed animal I think. I’m talking to the other stuffed animals as I do so... (2) Walking along the sidewalk in an old town. It’s dark, and the town is mostly empty and run-down. There is a noise like gunshots, and I go running around a corner to hide. Not because I actually think anyone is shooting at me, but because “it’s boring in this town and I might as well pretend that something is going on”. I then walk back the way I came and look for an open business that I can go into... (3) My Mom and I are sitting at a table (?) next to a wall. Someone drops a candy stick over the wall. I catch it, although I feel like my Mom needed it for something. We’re using the candy sticks for something, and she needed a specific one. I sample it, and think it might be grape, which my mother didn’t really want/need anyway... (4) Something about a palm tree up on a sort of ledge... Back to sleep. Woke up again and looked at the clock at 7:39am. Remembered the following dreams: Christmas It is Christmas, or Christmas Eve. My Dad is coming out, and I’m a bit worried that I didn’t buy enough presents for everyone (especially my Dad – I feel like I’m one short). But surely I did buy enough, I just don’t remember them all at the moment...right? I’m a bit nervous. I think my Dad arrives, and I go upstairs to wrap presents. I see that I have a couple things for him – a shirt that I just picked up being one of them. The presents are kind of boring, but at least I have three of them. When I wrap them, I notice that the wrapping paper is kind of transparent, which is disappointing. Then I realize that my mother has joined me in my room. I think she is gift wrapping also. I quickly try to hide the presents that I bought for her, but am worried that she saw them already. Then she leaves and I go back to wrapping, wondering if I should try to buy something else last-minute for her. Also, it turns out that R, a girl I know from the University, is coming. She and I had apparently gone out together a while back, and there is some ambiguity as to whether or not we are dating now. I don’t really want to date her, I don’t think. I think about buying something else for her last minute as well. These fragments might be part of the same dream: ...Outside, we have a garden. It is kind of weedy though. My parents are talking about something, maybe about the garden. Also, we have some chickens that are supposed to be laying eggs soon. My mother has been looking for eggs, but hasn’t found any yet. I see a couple eggs next to the house. They are huge and long, and look more like squash than eggs. We take them inside... ...Doing something in the kitchen sink. Someone says something about having to have the stinky mugs there while cooking, or something. (There was a scene with tea or something, that might have happened around here). There is also something about the sink leaking (?), and my Mom finding out that that could do damage to the foundation of the house (?)... The Cowboy and the Inventor Petting a dog. It might be one of the dogs we had when I was younger. I tell her she’s a good dog. Then I’m reading a book. In this book, a man is walking back from somewhere at night. It is supposed to become a little scary, with him meeting a ghost. But as the story progresses it turns out a little differently than expected. There is a stage coach. What looks like a person made of energy floats out of the stage coach (mostly invisible to people, I think). It messes with people. In one scene, it opens a shed door, which almost falls on someone. A guy standing there points it out just in time for the person to either dodge it or to catch the door before it falls on him. It turns out that this is some scientific advancement, and the inventor is trying to show it off to people. There is a conversation in which some cowboy-type and the inventor (who is wearing a black outfit and a priest’s collar) are discussing what might be going on. The inventor suggests that perhaps this whole thing is just someone trying to educate people. The cowboy disagrees – saying that whoever would do this kind of thing would be untrustworthy. Meanwhile, there is some gooey stuff in a creek below. The inventor decides it would be a good idea just to leave without revealing his invention. He gathers up the gooey stuff I think, and climbs back into the stagecoach with a woman. The cowboy then introduces himself as “Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho”. The inventor and the woman drive away, singing a song to a tune closely matching the Funky Chicken. The words are as follows: Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho Pee Pee Pee Pee Ho Ho Fragment: (5) Looking at houses, thinking to myself that some of them were built more recently than others. Something about the power lines...
6.8.2023 Once again I jotted down some notes soon after I woke up, but didn’t journal until about 9:00 this evening. Fragment: ...I’m with someone, or some people. I do a reality check by pinching my nose and breathing. I can still breathe, but I seem to be busy or distracted at the moment and don’t really focus on what I’m doing... Action and Andromeda ...With the crew of the Andromeda, or at least Tyr Anasazi. He makes some pun. I don’t think it’s all that funny, but I think I laugh politely. Then I make a pun: “What do you get when you cross a Nietzschean and a Decapod? A perfect 10!” Tyr doesn’t find it to be funny, but I thought it was rather clever myself. There is a scene in which someone is selling chocolate covered things. Strange things, I think. I drop a phone into the vat of chocolate, and then act as though I’m going to eat it. The joke here seems to be more about eating something without paying than eating a cell phone. I don’t really do it, I don’t think. There are some other scenes that I’m having trouble recalling at the moment. I seem to remember this dream being kind of enjoyable, or at least interesting. The following might have been part of it: We need Donald Trump for some reason. We want to convince him to help us. He seems to be off by himself, and may be reluctant to help us. I suggest that I be the one to talk to him, since I’m more of a conservative and I voted for him in 2016. I go to some construction, kind of like a large dam. There are stairs, and a skywalk, I think. Chains hanging down too, as though to work some machinery. Trump is out on the skywalk, and I rush up the stairs to try and get to him. However, I misjudge which floor he is on and end up on the wrong floor. Someone else gets to him though (Tyr?). I feel like there is something about someone being compared to a guardian angel, and perhaps Tyr is arguing with Trump that he’s not a guardian angel. Hebrew and Cake I seem to be on a couch, talking with someone online, or watching something online, in Hebrew. I try to write comments in Hebrew, but I don’t really understand what I’m saying. I copy and paste a phrase that I typed into a Hebrew-English translator online to see if I might have said something inappropriate...There is something about evangelism in the Middle East, or South Asia. There is a map showing where Christianity has spread. I seem to have a job doing something with the line on the map, expanding it northward. Maybe digitizing it on a computer. Then my mother makes a cake, and frosts it to look like the map. Some Things This might all have been one dream, so I’ll count it as one. My brother is sleeping. My family is going to do something, perhaps go somewhere. But he keeps on sleeping, and I start to doubt that we will be going anywhere. I ask my Mom about it, and then decide to go outside for a walk... ...I go into a restaurant. I have a backpack and a shovel (?) with me. I look for a place to set these down while I get food (or do something). I see a little nook in the wall to my right, and think maybe I will set them in there. But then it looks like that might be where people can order, and I don’t want them to be in the way. I look around for a place to sit. The seating in the restaurant is set up like a classroom almost, with things in rows rather than individual tables with space around them. I have a hard time finding somewhere to sit where I won’t be right next to someone – it’s kind of crowded. Then I hear someone call me, and see some people that I seem to know from somewhere. I go over to them and start talking. ...I want to get tickets to a fair. Something about buying them. They are put on a stick, and I put the stick in my shirt pocket...
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