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-Realized that I should definitely get another tangible journal, because by the time I make it to my computer, I have forgotten most of my dream.

01/05/2010

I remember being at my parents house and in the kitchen. My family was leaving to go somewhere, and I was staying because I was playing music with Mike Gordon. We were playing DWD and it was rockin. For some reason we were jamming in the kitchen instead of somewhere a little more appropriate. A few minutes into the jam, my younger sister came inside and told me to move my friend's car so that they could back out of the garage. I said no because I was jammin and it was awesome haha. So my dad had to move the car and I think he was pissed about it, but no one came inside to yell at me they just left and let me continue jamming away.

01/04/2011

This is the first time I have kept a DJ in several years, as a New Year resolution to myself I have decided that I will return my focus to lucid dreaming, and by the end of this year will be having them as often as I would like. Without further ado, here are my dreams from last night...

Part I: Mosey with cats

I have no idea where this dream began(possibly in complete blackness, to be honest), but for the sake of haste I will get the ball rolling. My friend, Henry, is accompanying myself on a walk of sorts. We are strolling down a sidewalk, grass to each side of us, and an old school on the right. The school was brick(typical), and concrete, kind of like a prison. All the windows were in poor condition; rocks had been thrown through them, some were completely missing, others just downright caked with filth. As we make our way down the sidewalk, we come to a few chain link fences blocking our way. These, too, are old. Rusted, the gate does not work properly, even the bottoms of the fences are curled upward as if something frequently squeezed themselves under it. The fence is not tall, so we hop it, and continue to follow this sidewalk; this sidewalk, by the way, has no road near it that I can recall. Finally, we reach a large pond, maybe ten to fifteen acres around. And what do we find here? Cats. Lots and lots of cats. Not an insanely unbelievable amount of cats, but still more cats than you would expect to be gathered in the wild. Quickly becoming bored with the site, we turn around and head back the way we came. A few hundred yards and we are back to the old fence. Once we reach the fence I hear something, turn around, and there are four or five black and white cats just moseying along behind us. We tried to shoo them back to their friends at the pond, but they persistently followed us along. We passed over the gate, they passed under. This walk took us back by the school, another few hundred yards, still the cats were following. At this point my dream faded and picked up later(or earlier) that night...


Part II: Old grind; New everything else

"by day, I am a paint prep man, by night, well, i'm normally drunk or asleep, but the main point is that by day, I work at a auto-collision repair shop."

I'm at work. Work sucks. I'm sanding cars. Taping up cars. It's quite boring, and if that had been all that this dream consisted of, well it would be much less exciting that it already is not going to be. I remember standing in front of a door that has been removed from a car. The door is on a stand, I am sanding it. I go to the tool box and grab a hammer(not sure why, because I rarely use hammers painting cars). I take the hammer to the door, and then get a funny feeling that I am needed in the offices of the shop. I go to the office, this office is different than ours should be. It is a long, narrow room. The desk is in the front left corner and there are waiting chairs all along the right wall. My grandfather occupies on of those waiting chairs, and my aunt Missie is sitting at the desk. There is a girl sitting in one of the other waiting chairs, I am unsure of who she is, but she has a familiar face. On the desk is a mound of Starburst candies. Normal colors/flavors; orange, yellow, red, and pink. I ask the familiar faced girl if she would like one, she says yes. And then she requests some random flavor like Guava. I tell her there are only four colors/flavors. She does not seem to understand, and tries to tell me something else, which comes out as gibberish to my ears. I finally give her the orange one(my personal favorite). I turn to my granddad. Still holding the hammer, I make a joke that is one, extremely lame, and two, not one that I would ever make in real-life. I say, "Hey gramps, would you hold this for a sec?" and then proceed to drop the hammer into his lap. Why? I have no idea. But he laughs, I laugh, the girl laughs. I wake.
"Damn...now I really have to go to work."