Laberge4prez

I was in Clemson although a large part of my study abroad group was accompanying me. I made a mental note that the school had 10 times as many students as Southwestern. I was trying to use the public transit system to get to the north side of town maybe for a used shoe store. Someone helped me on board, and I only rode the bus one stop. I did not have to pay anything which I thought was awesome. A girl was flirting with me, and I thought this was a good sign of things to come. I guess I went to class or at least received my assignment which required me to go to a certain part of town. I then hopped on another form of transit, sort of trainlike. I rode it quite a ways and then up an escalator. We were nearing the coast, and I was noticing the incredible waves that were crashing on the shore. Quite scary actually. I touched some girl's hand on the railing, and she gave me a very welcoming look. All these ego boosts. I ran into some of my study abroad folks which was nice. I came to the spot where I thought the used shoe store was but they were closed. A lady then said that they were open in fact, so we helped her open the doors and turn on the lights. The selection was underwhelming for most of the people, and everyone filed out. I started walking down the commercial avenues noticing all of the school memorabilia when my bookbag just disappeared. I thought it was strange and could tell that I almost became lucid, but no. Then, in an instant, it reappeared on my back and I resumed my stroll.

I was in Costa Rics/Georgetown. Beautiful scenery on the coast. I was part of a small group who had survived a zombie apocalypse, and we were working on an escape plan. We wanted to stick to the high ground and work our way north. IO was leading the group alongside Tom I believe. We were on a cliff when we saw a huge number of kayaks entering the sea. We knew them to be the town survivors taking all of the viable kayaks and making their way to safety. It was a sad moment since we felt stranded. We weaved into building being as quiet as possible. Tom opened a door, passed through, and we were all apprehended by the law enforcement personnel.

It was the first day of classes and I was already late or got confused about the lab period for landscape genetics. I was rushing off to class when I ran into Nasir. I had a fleeting glimpse of lucidity. I tried to help me cope with the stress of being late to class by describing a technique where he opens his chakras by bending his fingers in certain directions. This was represented pictographically in my mind. He then said that he had taken it too far, bending too many fingers in too many directions which also appeared in an image.

I was in the garden when I saw my cacti. they definitely survived. One of them morphed into a saguaro which was uber giant. This made me very happy. I also saw the tiny cacti sprouting in the greenhouse pots.

A was having a sort of spend-the-night party in her house. All was going fine. I noticed that she had a fridge magnet which mentioned that the house hosted my 21st birthday party. This made me feel bad in the moment. Fun was being had when A sort of sprained her wrist. She cries out and begins to freak out on us. She first called for an ambulance. I tried to dissuade her mainly because it's so expensive. She then wanted to be driven to northern georgia where she could rendezvous with her dad. Essentially, her parents found out about the party. Her mom was very disappointed in us and said that she was sending individual text messages to some of us (not me) so that they may apolgozie for lying about their plans. Chelsea noticeably felt very bad. The whole dream made me annoyed for the the very childish way of dealing with the situation by A and sort of hurt for being outside of the whole situation.

I was traveling to some school-sponsored guitar circle. I sat next to some sort-of acquaintances who welcomed me warmly. I tinkered a little bit on guitar and then was acting quite silly around Puffer, A, and Anne. It turned into some sort of game. I was quite conscious of my body language towards A. Anne had some special ability where she essentially banished me temporarily from the game. I climbed a hill covered in young trees and began to walk around campus. I noticed this one patch of exposed earth. I received some commentary talking about the area where the govt. purposely exploded the spot to make it look like another group had done it (Avatar reference). I continued into a more populated area of campus. I was walking backwards to seem stylish and many first years paid a lot of attention to me (some obviously into me). I see Tom at this point who makes some comment about how Twin Galaxies, the company from King of Kong, was the ideal job for him at this point and that this was the ultimate pun of his existence.

I was studying abroad in Athens, Greece. I felt ashamed that I had spent virtually no time learning spoken Greek before my trip. My group ran into some barrista dude who spoke some english, some french, and some spanish. I asked for some vanilla italian soda deal, and I was content for having expressed myself in Spanish. The dream then merges into complaining about how the study abroad provided had unnecessarily booked lodging at some hostel. My companions and I were carrying wooden stools at this point. It became clear to me that this man was going to attempt to mug us. He reached for a drill that my friend had in front of us. I take my stool and run in the opposite direction. The man draws a weapon and fires a series of shots at my back. I strangely felt zero pain and realized that I needed to turn around. I confronted the assailant and their partner, grabbing their hands, crying, and dancing in circles. It was a beautiful moment of accepting the destiny of the moment and staring into their souls. Incredible. Imma toss in this fragment where I was avoiding detection from some pursuers and sought asylum in a parking garage full of people who were motionless. I crouched down and waited until they left.

I was having a conversation with some exchange students who were planning on driving to Bogota, Colombia. I told them that they had to drive through all of Mexico and Central America and was X hundred miles. They maybe should consider flying. We looked at some chart showing the path. I was hanging out with Ben n A when maybe the same exchange students a Chinese girl and her boyfriend came in and we started making random conversation. Once again, I was hyperconscious of my behavior towards A and not letting her inside my head.

I had the final exam for Mel John/Dr. Long's class, but the structure of the test was a little disconcerting. It was essay style, but you could only use words and phrases from a given list. It felt so awkward to try and answer the two questions which were incredibly complex by nature. I cut out the words from the answer sheet, and formed interesting sentences that I hoped would satisfy my teacher(s). I didn't glue them down or anything and turned it in after 2 hours. After the test, I went to Dr. Long's office to make sure that my exam wasn't complete garbage. I saw A from afar and nervously tapped my leg as we made eye contact. I couldn't stand it, made quick aggressive banter, and tried to leave her presence. I was hyperconscious of my words and hated the way the interaction made me feel.

I also have a bizarre fragment in which I was home and wanted to please myself using those bad sorts of websites, so I went to another room and used the internet explorer browser. I also, in an earlier dream, noticed that a friend of Austin's had made a porn career for herself after seeing a pop-up ad.

Dream from 12/21

Ben was giving me a tour of a jungle farm where they were cultivating bees for honey. The bees were high up in the tree and had entirely exposed hives. Ben drew attention to some nearby ants which had the special capability to extract water from the trees. These swollen ants were hot commodities in the bird world. A bird which I called a manakin in the dream (actually much closer to a particular flycatcher whose name evades me) was eating some of these ants. It had parts of its feathers which change colors in a fluid fashion in the light. Then, a keel-billed toucan contests the bird, they have a tussle, and then they separate.

Dreams from 12/22

I was operating an electrically-assisted pedicab for the day. I wanted to have a beautiful entrance while being filmed, so I made several attempts to pick up my first passenger in one motion with them dropping 5 dollars in my tip jar as they boarded the moving pedicab. I then continued onward through town (I'm not sure where). I remember being aware of pot holes that need to be avoided and the traffic that zoomed by paying me little to no heed. I then had the thought that the city could benefit a lot socio-culturally from having a much slower stream of traffic.

I left school after my final exam in a course I think I added at the last moment. I am returning home when I see Chris Harvey who mentions his desire to toke. He apologizes for mentioning it since he wasn't sure how I felt about the act. I asked him if he was more of a liberal conservative. (Not sure how I phrased it, but it turned into a political discussion). I then began to flap my wings as I usually do in dreams and floated slowly above the trees. Then, I'm connecting this with a fragment where I toke with my parents and briefly discuss the merits of pipe-smoking.

-dr. long handball Dr. Long and some other SU faculty were excellent handball players, and they were making connections between handball and environmental studies. They could tell that I was some hot-shot who needed to be taught a lesson. There was a lot of talking, and it ended with a face-off between Dr. Long and I.

Mama, Becky, and I were walking in a neighborhood in Oak Grove when we encountered a group of young kids that looked like they might try and mug us. Becky and Mama walked one direction while I kept near the kids. I asked them if they went to Oak Grove and if they knew that my mom over there used to be the nurse at Oak Grove. They didn't know her by name, but I think the connection helped. Then, from the direction that mama and Becky went, I heard a series of gunshots. I gasped at the thought of losing Becky in some random street shooting. It was some flashy red car shooting in every which direction. The kids were scared too, and everyone took cover in driveways. I had poor coverage and could see the car as it drove by. They clearly tried to shoot me, and I waited for death. Bullets came close enough to where I could feel the debris they generated, but I was unscathed. I woke up soon afterwards.

I very well may be connecting a few dreams with this, but it feels right. There was a large group of peers playing various recess sports in a green area. I joined a group of frisbee folks and had decent success at finding my target. I was throwing some fun noodle and it careened off of the porch and into the ocean. I went down below to talk to the owner of the property or maybe I didn't but thought about it. Anyways, here I connect to a conversation with a South African girl about Costa Rica. She had mentioned some elongated hiking trip that she had taken with a group. I asked about the birding opportunities and if she had the chance to take this one particular walk which was closeby and very gorgeous.

This is a bizarre fragment from earlier in the night. There was this property in Lexington where the patriarch of a household was in the business of home refurbishment and had stockpiled huge amounts of construction materials for homes like windows, beams, piping, etc. The materials were slowly withering either because he died or the business was dying out. There was a portly man in a suit that was advertising for his restaurant, the Chum Bucket. He had a whiny voice and was standing atop some of the construction materials and doing sort of slapstick prank humor on himself and falling over. This was a strange marketing campaign, and I think mama had to explain everything that was going on.

So, I don't think that I'm connecting two unrelated dreams, but there might be some lapses in the events that take place between them. I was in a large group of peers, and one particular person singled me out in an asshole manner. I, then said that I gave "zero shits" about his comment and stormed off feeling self-righteous.

Then, I began juggling (something that's sort of a new hobby). I started with three balls and had decent success. It was at this point that the dream took a lucid turn. I realized that this would be a perfect place to practice juggling more than three balls. I tried five and failed horribly. However, because I was lucid, I never had to pick up the balls but rather summoned them again in my hands. This repeated for some time until I directed my lucidity towards better things.

I was presented with a large hill with a steep incline that seemed to host a terraced coffee plantation. I pointed at my goal and began to fly. I soared up the hill and began trying to summon a sexual buddy. I humorously kept failing in my expectations with numerous guys who, at first glance, looked like women. Eventually, I settled at the top of the hill for some conversation. I guess I was recognizing how futile my attempts were. This is where some fuzziness lies. I conversed for a while about the nature of this lucid dream, but almost all of the details escape me. I, then, realized that there was a woman in the group and asked if she cared to please me. She said that she did, and we left for a side room. I was aware that I might be losing lucidity due to over-stimulation, but the act was incredible. I kept rubbing my hands and looking at my dream body to stay grounded. Before I climaxed, I woke up in my bed.

My major take-away from this dream is that I need to be a lot more clear in my course of action for future lucid dreams. I think my nonchalance is aiding in my quest, but a little more direction would help me when my creativity fails and I solely seek out sex. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Moderation is key.

I've been getting a very healthy amount of sleep the last few nights. Perhaps too much. So, I have a few fragments from last night's dreams including one in which V was incorporated. We had rekindled something, but she obviously had a different vision for how things were going to play out. As I return to the bed to cuddle with her, she guides my face in a mild rejection. I feel deflated and realize that she's entirely in control of the situation. I was, myself, going through some strange emotions since I kept remembering how recently I had been dealing with feelings towards A. This is an on-going issue in my waking life, so I can hopefully use it as one of my major dream signs to look out for.

Current dream signs:
1. A
2. Birds, in pursuit of
3. Costa Rica, revisiting and perhaps living there
4. Derek, regaining communication and potential conversations