non-lucid

I told someone in "chat" that I would record alll my dreams in my dream journal. Kinda regretting that already cos its tedious. But here goes. It's Saturday and I've slept-in.

I got into a bus and sat on a sideways seat. I looked up and directly across on a sideways seat was a 27ish brown man, bit heavy in work-like old black t-shirt and corderoys.

I was surprises cos I suddenly remembered he was on the same bus as me this morning.

He knew I was thinking, 'amazing sync' so said to nip that in the bud he said, "We work the same shift". (l woke)

Back to sleep.

False awakening (very tedious). My room felt same but as I questioned the position of things they changed to the right place and I took that for granted.

When got up i felt strange and did a drunk-stretch type dance then wanted a poo. Got some newspaper to poop on cos felt too lazy to go out to the loo. Then didn't want a poop.

6 framed pictures were on the wall. They were like TVs with living, moving picture in them. I wondered where I got them and how long I had them.

Then I went to open my door. It was open. Oops how can that be? I tried to shut it but it wouldn't stay shut. I used my key hoping that locked, it would stay shut but it didn't.

Went to tell other boarding house guests that my room was broken into while I slept. Nothing stolen and I wasn't attacked. I guess after they broken in and saw me sleeping they realized they had the wrong address.

I didn't recognize any if the guests.

They were not rude but they weren't interested.

I'm not good at description but I now think they might have been you guys (and gals) visiting Chicken Itza.

Then I had that poo in the loo. I could hear someone cleaning there teeth outside the toilet at the sink. There was an upturned jug that I remember turning over to drain but it had drained a pool of yellow cleaning fluid onto floor. That's ok, I will use it in a minute when I start the cleaning.

Then there was red seepiage coming out of the wall tiles. I wondered where it was coming from. Didn't matter, I would just clean it up then I clean.

Going back to room a kind curly white short-wavey haired man was vacuuming yellow shag pile rugs in my room. He vacuum Wet blue shag pile rug too. I wondered where I had got them and how long I had them.

When I passes the guests in my way to the loo I noticed two men drinking. As I pass them going back to my room they were asleep, mouths open, sitting opposite each other, heads on the table.

I think even inebriated folk can stil make it to Chicken Itza, Hahahahaha.

6am Dream made of bits like a collarge.

Walking home to where I really live in physical world. When I arrive home both sides of my place are being demolished. My place is safe but getting to it, this yellow metal arm is playing with me by coming down around me and in front of me. I wonder if a person is controlling it or if it is a mindless automation. I hope it has senses and don't crush me. Then it just comes to rest so I get past it to my place.

Inside my place is ten times bigger than it looked from the outside.

It looks like a warehouse.

My landlady asks me if I want any of the wooden curtain rails or table or bed parts that are being taken away to be recycled.

A guy wands a specific type of bed. Bedbase is leaned on something at about a 90 degree angle. I try it out. I lay it the wire Bedbase. It is interesting.

Oh, somewhere in the dream collarge I'm taking frozen food out of an old fridge. Seems there is a new fridge some where for the frozen to go.

4:09am woke, with sight headache so didn't go straight back to sleep then remembered unusual dream.

Lady came and told me and others, she said I married GM 40 years ago. In the dream I went along with it for a while cos I couldn't remember where I was or what I was doing 40 years ago. She seemed to know so I trusted her memory.

Then, within the dream, I remembered something of who I was and what I was doing 40 years ago.

I said, "Wow, I didn't marry GM. I remember getting the news of his marriage when I was among the hippies in Cairns.

The marriage was emblazoned over the front page of the morning paper and I dropped to my knees in the front lawn.

Oh, you've got the wrong person.

I walked off with a couple of friends, in the dream. I hoped the journalists woman would find the right woman who married GM, but I clearly remember now, where and who I was 40 years ago, and it isn't me.

In the dream I was amazed that my memory came back to me. I wasn't expecting that cos it was a dream and, don't I usually go along with the dream scenario, memoryless?.

I.wake, then cos this slight headache stopped me from just dropping back to sleeo, I remembered this remarkable dream incident, of getting my real memory back within the dream.

4:29am Friday 19/August/11 now and I will post this phone not, in my dream journal now.

It is 3:33am and just woke from first nightmare in decades.

Was walking home through back streets of (unknown) city.

As I was climbing outside stairs to my apartment I noticed groups of 2 and 3 standing around on street, glancing at me.

As I came inside I was feeling a little scarred and said to my family of many wearing blue tops, "please! Don't go out side tonight. There are teams of people in red spoiling for a fight. Please just stay inside till it passes.

But, somehow, it didn't sunrise me that all of my very big family left the large highrise apartment building to fight the red's on the street.

Then a.third gang, all Negro's, male and female came into my families highrise, (after all my family had gone). They didn't want much. They all just wanted me to join there black-gang, and fight on there side as one of them.

I felt my only choice was to say "No" and stick to my guns. If I wavered I'd be stuck among a group of people that I didn't want to be with forever. Like, if I.pretended to join them, just to stop them hurting me then I'd be permenately stuck in a war with this darkskined gang and would have betrayed my own family.

I had a gun in my hand. It was from Sean Lee's blog, "timeisnotlinea.com".

I visited there for the first time last night.

I used the butt, cos I didn't want to shoot or kill anyone. I kept sacking the skinny brown shoulders of this Negro. He was being hurt, and I felt.sorry for him, but he was not going to quit.

I realised that, sad as THEY were about it, they were determined that I join them or Die. Them was the only options.

They pushed me higher and higher up the scaffolding of this building, till I was very alone and scared.

I looked down. It was a long way down. They intended to murder me.

I knew I had to die to stay free.

God, was my freedom worth dying for (!!!!!?!!!!!)

No! They were not going to force me to join them and fight with them, as one of them.

They were sad for me but them's the rules and I was bundled into an open cart and the cart was sent hurtling down a long steep rocky mountain to a.dump.

Then I was watching me on the cart, hurtling to my doom.

Then woke-up.3:33am.

This was my first attempt at dreaming off being with you guys at the pyramid

It is now 4:39am Saturday 13/ Aug/11 here in Adelaide, South Australia.