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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.