joeseph

1. marie
2. 007
3. eagle
4. speedboat, apocalypse

I don't remember dreaming until maybe 5 in the morning, when I found myself in a library, looking for a book. It was a book that Marie had written. I was in a car at some point, doing a drive-thru kind of thing in a book store, and asked somebody if they knew of the book I wanted. They did; we went around for a whole other rotation. I find that in addition to that book she had written a guide or agenda book for a school. There was her name, right at the top in the front page. I go to buy the other book, which is in the same section as a Diana Gabaldon book, but it costs too much. I'll just buy it at the library.

I wake up really pissed off. I can only interpret this is seeing the need to "study up" to a relationship, and subjugate myself to a course of study before I can get to know someone. Really tilting concept.

2. Back to sleep, and this one was really clear. It started with a raid on a house. I'm 007 (roughly), and I need to fight against a shaking force that vibrates the whole house and makes lots of noise. This is a weapon; it's blackish brown and changes shape depending on the will of the person wielding it. But it's evil; I can feel it preying on my aggression. I get the feeling that it will consume anyone who uses it, kind of like Venom in spiderman. It makes me hate another member of my crew, and I bully him and beat him up a little bit. Once we beat all the bad guys in the house, and it's clearly time to leave, I backtrack up to the upstairs of the house to try and find it, to see if I can. The vibrating grows bigger and bigger as I approach, and I'm about to open the drawer that it might be in when I decide against it. Back outside.

We end up on a road, running away from amorphous "bad guys" and creatures. Lots of cool chase-scene kind of imagery. There is wildlife and vegetation suffused throughout this road. No cars; I think we were on a motorcycle for most of the time. We get to the end after being chased by a crazy sasquatch, and the moped goes over, but I catch the edge (and the bike too, somehow) and pull myself back up. We gradually make our way back to the middle of the road, where there are more people gathered. This is the safest part. I have reached a new understanding about my role in the dream. I uncover a pillow underneath some sand in the road, and there is lots of FOOD underneath! This is a safe spot, with hidden love. There's almond milk and a bunch of other stuff. I start becoming more aware in my dream, and I reunite with my family. We snuggle up together and watch the beach at night. This is what I wanted.

But this peace doesn't last for long! Soon a gigantic eagle comes out of the sky and begins to chase us. I run ahead of my mom, sister, and dad, doing parkour moves on top of the rooftops, pullups, climbing around, you name it. I'm one of the fittest humans, so I can definitely make this eagle break a sweat. I go higher and higher on the rooftops; the setting becomes almost like an Italian villa, with vines growing everywhere and cobbled streets down below. I'm so caught up in the chase, though, that I stop and notice something. There's a villager walking down below with a hat on. He looks up at the fearsome eagle, nonchalantly, and as it swoops on him he simply averts his gaze back down to the floor and covers his head with the hat. The eagle swoops away. WOW, SO IT'S THAT EASY.... The dream fades.

4. I'm drinking around an ocean-based town (miami???) with my dad and some affluent people he knows. Sunny imagery. I end up saying a lot of silly stuff in the conversation, like recognizing that someone's ringtone sounds like "I HAVE A STRUCTURED SETTLEMENT, BUT I NEED CASH NOW. CALL JG WENTWORTH, 877 CASH NOW!" Noting that this dream is kind of like the beginning of Fast (and Furious) 5. The beach interactions.... I don't know. Asserting myself in a kind of odd way. We speedboat between lunch locations in the canal in the middle of the street, and I am amazed at the degree of control the driver has. We try to jump over some diners, but he pulls back at the last second, in mid-air, and we only very gently bump the side of his table. Very cool.

We get to the next dining spot, which is more indoor, a compartment on a yacht or something. My dad tries to close the door and lock it, but the other side comes undone. I look at it closely and show him that it's only velcro'd to the other side, instead of having hinges, so even though one side locks the other basically just falls off under enough force. Sorry dad, but that's as good as it's gonna get.

The dream changes markedly at this point. Not much continuity, and a whole lot of imagery which means many different things. Too much to piece into much of a solid narrative. There are lines of people indoors, one of them is a girl that I love. However, due to a zombie apocalypse or something catastrophic like that, the owner of the yacht has decided to match us in a predetermined way as to who we can mate with. I get a fat brunette girl who wears a veil over her face. Her name starts with an M. She makes a remark about listening to heavy metal, and I groan... somehow this guy has turned out a ton of blonde clone-y looking women, dying their hair to make them look more ideal (in a superficial way), and I get the odd one out. I start writing on an old computer terminal, narrating the thoughts of the dream, which are also narrated by a voice over loudspeakers. "She was heady alright: headstrsong, heartbreaking, hellish...." Something about that allusion stuck out.

More imagery of being in a classroom, in a position of authority (no narrative link this time). I take a toothbrush and oddly enough give my dick a quick brush, then walk away and finish brushing my teeth (the toothpaste is stale), spit it out, etc. I know that I'm sleeping at this point, in some way, and I tentatively agree to a "blow" with my mom (my dream mom) at a later time. LOOOOL.

Another image of being in Mrs. Fulgham's classroom, discussing different books. One is a Utopian thing set in the future, which she projects up onto the board, a visualization of the novel. In line, a family: a baby in a chair who drinks cow milk straight from the udder, an adolescent in a chair in a running position, then a heavyset dad, depressed and worn down, and a nondescript, unimportant mom. All of the chairs have been made to fit them and cater to their needs; we need to ask the question "Is this better for them?" Someone comes in to the back of the classroom. I suppose he is here to observe. This is high-quality teaching, after all.

I wake up and decide to write these all down.