Dream Space, The Final Frontier

Take My Brother, Please!
My cat Venus is laying in a window in my living room. I hear something in my bedroom. I automatically think to myself that I had left the blinds open so that Venus could use the bedroom window to look out. Maybe someone is breaking in?

I go to the bedroom and two young boys are sneaking a baby in through my window. I grab the baby and shut the window to teach them a lesson. They panic about losing their little brother and start to leave. I open the window and hollar to them. They take the baby back.

I give them flyers about a kid's event, since I suddenly realize I am involved in some sort of children's social services career. There is a clear, plastic rack holding lots of pamphlets on top of my desk. I hand them pamphlets about a martial arts weekend for children.

Magical Water-Balloons
I am GMing a game of Mage: The Awakening. The guys need a bathroom break, as do I. I end up having to wait. We get back to gaming. As I describe an in-game note to the players, one of the players interrupts and starts to finish my description. It's not correct though. I stop him and correct the information. Then the information is sent in game (as though I was actually seeing what that world was like) via magical water-balloons filled with tass, carried by a bird.

Video Cameras and Crooked Judges
Ron Swanson from Parks and Recreation set up a video camera in his daughter's room. I find it in the broken smoke detector on the ceiling. He turns me into the authorities for drug use. I somehow convince the judge not to sentence me.

Crazy Clock & False Awakenings
I wake up but feel very heavy and can hardly move. Something doesn't seem right. I can barely see. It's hard to see anything but the bottom of my field of vision, my eyes are so heavy. I can sometimes move my body out of my bed but then I see my pillow when I open my eyes too far. I realize I need to do a reality check. I reach down the side of my bed and grab my alarm clock to look at it. The clock is wider than it is in real life and there are strange symbols "counting" very quickly. "I am dreaming!" I can feel the dream slip away but I say, "No, hold it together!" and I rub my hands together. I can feel my legs are smooth from shaving, they as they rub against the comforter of the bed. I breath deeply through my nose but I don't smell anything.

I am still very heavy and having a hard time moving. It's as though my muscles are weak. Sometimes when I try to look around everything goes dark. When I open my eyes, I wake up again. After a second or two I realize that I am still dreaming. This keeps happening again and again. I crawl out of bed and head for the door of my room, but then I open my eyes more to see and I wake up with my pillow in front of me.

Eventually I feel myself give up, this is taking too much effort. I wake up for real. I double-check my alarm clock and know that I am really awake.

Second Job
I see a want ad for a printing job on a second shift schedule. I realize the job that is posted is probably the one I used to do seasonally for Jostens in their diploma factory. I decide that I should go and apply for that job but I can't find my car in the parking lot.

Surprise!
I hide in a house for a prank to surprise a friend. The lights are off. I hear him come in, the lights come on. It is not him! It is someone in a gas mask and a flak jacket. I think it is a woman? I yell, "Get out! Get out of my house!" My friend is there, he is one of the old actors from The Dirty Dozen.

Broken Subaru
I help a fugitive on the run in exchange for sex. I help him get to the river. I then take a bus to go home. The bus drops me off. I get stopped by the national guard. They are searching for the fugitive. They ask me why I am walking alone in this part of town. I explain that my Subaru broke down and to save gas I am walking.

Lemons and Kitties
I am in a strange old house. It is a little dark and dank. There is a large lemon built into the ceiling, where a light fixture should be. I hear a man's voice telling me to notice the texture of the lemon (from the Hemi-sync lucid dreaming exercise tape). There seem to be many bees living in a colony built into the giant lemon. There are a few rooms in the house.

I walk into the next room, away from the lemon in the ceiling. In this room I see three cats, all different sizes but they are all Venus, my cat. As the three cats walk away from me, I feel very sad. It is so strange that there are three of them, yet they are all my cat. I realize that I am dreaming! I look through the door into the hallway. The door is not solid, but like a gate or portcullis. I see a young man with a 70's style bowl type of haircut. He is lanky and not very attractive. I walk through the door to him and ask him, "Could you become R for me? He does not say anything but begins to transform. His hair is shorter and blonde and he is suddenly more attractive. This does not make him look anything like the friend I asked him to be. He leads me by the arm, as though we are on a date.

We walk into a room with a large dining room table that is set and has a lot of food. We sit down. I ask the dream figure if he could help me find R. Suddenly, R is sitting on the side-table nearby. He is sitting cross-legged, Indian-style. I look at him for a moment. He is not quite completely correct. It's about a 90% accuracy for his appearance. I know the real R is more attractive and there is something slightly off about this dream interpretation of him.

R looks at me and says, "What's wrong? You were okay the last time I saw you."

I respond, "I'm okay now. I just wanted to see you."

He begins to reply but as he opens his mouth to speak the voice of the Hemi-sync recording covers it up. I wake up.

Losing Weight?
I am walking down a street and a woman across the street asks me, "Are you losing weight?" I respond, "Yes. I'm working on it!" and chuckle.

THE Delorean
I'm driving around downtown (of my old hometown). I helped Dr. Kramer and his wife, Lilith by giving them a ride. We drive past a building that was where they filmed for Cheers to say that Norm worked in that building. It is a very industrial, two story brick building with an old, iron set of stairs on the outside.

A jerk pulls up next to my car. He is in a convertible. He yells at me for having the windows open, for being too cheap to run my air conditioning. After running a few more errands for people, I pull into the parking lot at a grocery store. I come out of the grocery store with some friends and head towards my car.

In the corner of the parking lot I see a silver car. I think to myself, "Is that Delorean?" I head towards the car and the driver-side door opens gull-wing style. It is not only a Delorean, it is THE Delorean. Marty McFly is rummaging around in the car looking for something.

The scene transitions. I am with my family (not my real family). I blame my parents for ruining my life Marty in an alternate time line.

I'm at the old farmhouse. It's a boarding house now. There is a young woman working as the cook to help pay for her stay. She owes some money for the food she's eaten during her visit. She has short, curly black hair and is fairly pretty. She works at the stove, wearing a dress and an apron. I get the feeling that she has no money and won't be able to pay her tab, but she insists that she will pay it.

There is a man staying at the house and I don't think he can pay for anything either. He eats at the kitchen table. He leaves to go do chores outside to help pay for his stay.

When more visitors arrive and there is some distraction, the young woman leaves quietly. She leaves a loaf of wonder bread to pay for her stay. I think to myself, "That is better than nothing I guess. It's not as good as homemade bread though."

Gordon Ramsey
I am living in New York City with my mother and my sister. We're on a stage meeting Gordon Ramsey. It's either before or after a show or something. There are only a few people around and there is no audience. Gordon mentions that it is interesting that we all three live together. I point out that I moved to New York first and that my sister later moved out here and lastly my mother moved. I felt it was important to know that I moved out on my own, independantly. Somehow it made me feel better thinking he would consider me a stronger person.

Mountain Goblins
My sister, a faceless person and myself are running down a big sledding mountain in winter. We're being chased by some kind of goblin things. I'm carrying a small baby in my arms. As the goblins get close, I reach back with a wooden bow and sweep their legs out from under them to slow them down. I worry that it won't work when i try it, but I get excited when it works. It works every time but the goblin things are catching up with us. I find a steep cliff/ravine that will be dangerous and slippery to climb down in the winter. I hollar to the others and tell them the goblins can't follow us if we go this way. "It's too steep for them to climb!" We start to decend down the jagged rockface.

Assassin
I am an assassin working for an agency. We're on a job , a heist of some kind. When it comes time for me to do my part then hide in a small room to wait for the signal that it is safe to come out, I realize I am probably about to be double crossed. There are about a half dozen of us working on the heist and I figure that one or two of us are going to take all of the money. I realize that my gun has been marked, that the bullets now have a distinctive gouge in them when fired. I've been set up!

Inappropriately Dressed
It's a holiday or birthday celebration at the farmhouse. I throw a fit because I can't find a bra to wear. I keep digging through a laundry basket in in grandma's bedroom, but can't find one. My mother chews me out for not packing one. I can't go out to the party with everyone else because I don't have one.

New Video Game
My cousin, Matt, is playing Super Mario Brothers 4 in the living room at the farmhouse. At first my sister and I say we don't recognize the game. We're sitting on the floor, the old patterned floor. The game levels look new and unfamiliar. But the longer we watch it, the more familiar it becomes. I am sure that I have played it before, maybe on another game system? Eventually he gets tired of playing it and switches to a football game. I lose interest.

New Hires
We have three newly hired employees at work. They're all Japanese and none of them speak English. It's a great thing, because some of the people at work can shake off the rust on their foreign langugage skills. The new employees seem nice but we haven't gotten to speak to them much. A manager is walking them around on a tour.

Loud Music
I am helping my sister find an actor for a part in a movie. We're in a bedroom that I assume is hers. She has a boyfriend who is passed out/asleep on the other side of the bed from where she is sitting. Mandy is near an alarm clock while she goes through a list of actors. I don't recognize any of them. Then she finds one named Circe while we go through the C's. For some reason it is a male actor with that name. I think I recognize it, so I call the guy up. There is a poor connection with lots of static. I can barely hear him. The alarm clock is also a radio, there is loud music playing. I can't hear the actor to tell him about the job. I walk through the house, downstairs and even out onto the side porch. The house is apparently now my parent's old house. I can still hear the music very loudly from outside. It's overwhelming. I wake up. One of my lucid dreaming music sound tracks in playing too loudly in real life. I had noticed this track being too loud before, so I take the time to figure out how to set that track to a lower volumn.

Too Many Fridges
My family comes home from a long trip. We are loading many, many groceries into several large refridgerators. I spend a lot of time organizing things so that they are stored in the right fridges. I find it odd that there is a grocery store freezer in our home (the kind that are open on top, so that customers can just grab things out of them). The freezer also has a shelf unit (kind of like a hutch).

Power Over Death
I'm one of several magic-users in the downtown area of my old hometown. There was a horrible disaster. The buildings were tossed around like toys in the wind and many people have died. In the middle of the disaster, myself and two other mages figure that the St. James Hotel has been around for over a hundred years and should be safe to weather out the disaster in. It's some kind of storm?

The other two mages are upset that their friend has died, a young Native American man. They are arguing over who should be attuned to an artifact that brings people back to life. Neither wants to trust the other fully. As they debate near their dead friend's body, I tell them, "I can bring people back to life just by touching them." It takes them a second to hear me and then they stop arguing. They stare at me, astonished for a second and ask me to repeat myself. I tell them again that I can bring people back from the dead, "But I won't do it if they've been gone too long and are decomposing or if they died from poison. If they died from poison and I bring them back, they will just suffer from the poison still in their bodies and die again."

They decide to let me bring their friend back to life, so I begin working on a ritual with his body. Eventually I realize that the last part of the spell requires me to kiss the dead corpse, so I hesitate. It seems that the magic is taking a while and I'm not quite done with the spell by the time I wake up.

Naptime Dream Fragments

Evil Man & His Trashy Mom
There's an evil man who has lost his soul. His evil mother starts to tell him the advantages of not having a soul. She tells him that no one can hurt him and he can't be killed while he enacts his plans. The mother has very yellow, blonde hair. I think it's a bad dye job. She's very thin and has a wrinkled face. She seems very "white trashy" to me.

Killing Frogs
I'm in an old claw tub with a shower over it and a shower curtain. I can't take a shower though because there are some kind of green lizards bubblings up from the round drain in the center of the floor of the bathroom. I try to kill them without getting out of the tub. I use a plunger - the kind with a wooden handle and an orange rubber cup. I smoosh a few of the lizards and then I realize they are little frogs. For some reason I feel worse about killing little frogs than little lizards so I stop squishing them with the plunger.

Late Night Dreams

Wheaton Waxen
From a third person perspective I am watching a scene where a number of people are frozen in giant ice cubes (rectangular ice, actually). There's an evil villain responsible. The room is a large lab-like space. The ice cube'd people are set into chambers, like teleporters or grav couches. Suddenly a jingle plays through the air, "You can waxen your heart with Wheaton, but you can't Wheaton your heart with waxen!". Suddenly the ice cubes shatter and everyone that was frozen is free, including Mr. Wil Wheaton.

Fantasy Dork
I've been picking on Laura, one of my elementary/middle-school classmates, for most of the dream. We're in a swimming pool. I've been calling her a dork by using futuristic/science fiction speak. When she finally catches on and starts to retort in kind, I change the rules of the game. Now it is suddenly cool to speak as if you're a high fantasy character making fun of the other person. She gets frustrated but I insist that speaking as if you're an old fashioned wizard or knight now makes you cool.

Engraved Bible
I am in a church for a ceremony. It feels like a graduation or confirmation. Everyone is dressed up and near the front of the church. They keep trying to hand me a very expensive and old looking, golden engraved bible. I keep refusing it.

Sanctuary Spirit
I am a nun or other catholic leader. There is a protective spirit in the church. I defend its right to be there against an argument that another church member has. They want it gone because it is a relic and possibly dangerous, but I know that it helps the church and should stay.

Sibling Disposal?
My Uncle Gary has been storing things in a cave/sewer system beneith his yard. We climb down there for him to show me. It looks like a natural cave, but there are some drainage pipes pouring out water in some places. There's a large muddy area with pebbles on top that is absorbing much of the water. My uncle sweeps the pebbles together effortlessly to keep the water where it should be and away from his things. To climb back out, you have to go up a well. The stones on the walls are hard to grab onto. It's a very tight fit and at first I don't see how I will make it. I squeeze through and end up inside a house that I assume is his.

My sister decides she wants to go down to see the caves too. Now the entrance to the cave is a washing machine. My sister climbes into the washing machine to start to go down. I offer to go turn on the lights. The first switch I flip turns on the overhead light. It is one of those rather plain-looking glass bowls that lots of older houses or cheap apartments have. When I flip the second switch to give her more light, the washing machine suddenly turns into a garbage disposal and my sister screams out in pain. I quickly turn the second switch back off but it takes a second for the disposal to stop spinning. I tell her, "I am so sorry!" It's so terrifying and I feel so bad that I wake up.

Move-In Day
I am a college student and it is move-in day. When I get to my dorm room, it is FULL of stuff. There are boxes piled very high. They are "bank boxes", the kind with lids and handle cut-outs. They are not all the same color - there are lots of different looking types of boxes. At first I think that it is because Jenny must be my roommate and she has a lot of crap that she thinks she needs to bring to school with her. I am a little disappointed to find out that Jenny is not my roommate. There is a young, thin blonde with short, wavy hair. She is holding a baby in her lap. I think she is sitting on one of the boxes. There is a young blonde guy there too. He is trying to put a fish tank on top of one of my little, black, wooden tv trays. I try to tell him that the fish tank is too heavy for it. It is top heavy and will tip over. He doesn't pay any attention to me.

Can't Find My Class
I am in a high school. It looks a lot like the highschool I graduated from but different. I have lost my registration form. I spend a lot of the dream trying to find out where my next class is supposed to be. I finally make it to class. It's a topic I am not familiar with and I feel like I am already falling behind. When class lets out, I again struggle to find out where my next class is. There is an administrative office but they don't seem too helpful. I find myself wandering the halls. I end up in the bathroom, staring at the inside of the stall door and I realize that bathrooms are one of my dream signs. I say aloud, "This is a dream!" but panic as things start to go dark. I lose the dream and wake up.

Zombie Games
I am playing a zombie game at night, outside with a lot of people. Most of the other players are kids or teenagers. I recognize a few of them, like my cousin and some of my friends. We get "infected" by players that are zombies. They throw a grey cloak over us when we get turned into zombies. Then we have to go back to the base and shamble out to infect other players. The players just run around in the dark and try to avoid the zombies.

The scene shifts and now there is a game show host that is surrounded by a crowd. We're here to see someone defeat the zombie on stage. I get impatient as the previous contestant fails to kill the zombie. They take so long that my buffs start to wear off and I need to reapply them. I am apparently my BloodElf Paladin tank character from World of Warcraft now. I can't wait for my turn to smash the zombie up with my holy hammer.

Strange Cat Lady and Deck Building Project
I am at my Grandmother's farm house. At first there are only a few people around. In the living room it is just one of my guy friends and a woman I know from the roleplaying meetup. She's different though, she is very slow witted and very socially awkward in this dream. We're playing some kind of game where we are all three on the couch. I'm at the far end and she is in the middle. My guy friend is at the other end.

As we play she decides to put her head on his shoulder and snuggle up to him. I get very jealous, because this is something I would like to do. She is using her stupidity and awkwardness as an excuse while he tries to tell her to get off his shoulder. I say something rather mean to her and she gets up in a huff to leave. He gets mad at me for being so rude to her. He defends her saying, "The cats like her enough," as if that is a good way to judge someone's personality.

There is a cat here in the dream now. It is a black and white cat with long fur. It's very friendly and keeps pestering me. I'm now sitting on the floor when some relatives come in. Uncle Gary and my cousins help me set up an electronics device. At first it looked like a laptop case but it turned out to be something smaller like a PDA.

Everyone goes out the back door of the farm house to work on building a new deck. They tell me not to bother. I try to remind Uncle Gary that I helped build a handicapped-accessible ramp for my dad and that I had used his power drill before. I go out the back door to help. I grab onto the railing - it is not level. (This is how my uncle actually builds railings for porches and decks in real life. The top railing is tilted to drain water better). On top of the railing is sitting a big piece of wood that has a heart carved into it. I carefully reposition it so that it doesn't fall to the ground.

Night of 09/10
I'm playing basketball on a team. I'm pretty terrible at it. There is a lot of bench time for me. I don't feel too disappointed because everyone seems nice about it. After the game they video tape me as I take some shots, to improve my skills and coach me.

Night of 09/11
I'm in a hotel room with my sister. We must be on a vacation or a road trip together. The comforter on the bed is dark blue with a light, flowery pattern on it. I slip off the bed and end up sleeping on the floor for a while. One of my guy friends is there on the floor too. I pretend to sleep with my head on his shoulder. It feels nice.

I'm on a summer camp or field trip with my elementary school class, including our teacher/principal Mr. Buth. We're expected to be going for a while. The class is looking for El Dorado, the city of gold. When we find it, I am responsible for figuring out the main clue that lead us to the city. (I don't remember if there was an actual clue in the dream or not).

We find a huge city of gold. I feel very proud of myself and very happy about finding the treasure. The buildings are tall towers with onion shaped domes on top. They look very Russian. The city extends out past our view. The view is stunning. Each building's bricks can be seen individually, the entire city is made from them.

As we walk towards the golden city, the sceen shifts a bit. We're in a large warehouse or back of a shopping mall? We're still headed towards the golden city but it is kept in a back room, locked behind gates or chainlinked fences. The people here at the warehouse are excited because we are the first people to find El Dorado. They treat us very well. One man at a gate, who is sitting behind a small table, writes down our information. As we're waiting to get through the gate, Mr. Buth jokes about how broke I usually am and how much I really needed a break. He and the man at the gate both laugh at my previous misfortune but in an ironic way. They seem happy for me that I don't have to worry about money anymore.

I stop in a bakery in the warehouse to see what is going on. There are 4 women working in the bakery. The bakery is strange, there are laundromat dryers on the back wall. Three of the women are working at a table. I can see they are working on a very gaudy but small blue and purple birthday cake. The closest woman to me, who is taking a break from working at the table, is a beautiful brunette. She is very friendly and offers to help me take a photograph with my camera. I feel like a tourist. I have lost the rest of my class.

I end up in a Bank Manager or Accountant's office. The woman there is simply known as The Manager to me. She pulls out a few files to go over some of her client's records. One of them is not interesting at all. The other file she talks about is on Keanu Reeves. She laughs at how embarassing the file is. She tells me in confidence that he broke his arm while snorting coke. She reassures me that my share of the El Dorado gold will be taken care of and that I have no more worries about money.

I start to debate in my mind as I leave the warehouse whether I should buy a brand new Toyota. On one hand, I consider that I will later want to buy a better car. Maybe it is better to buy my dream car now, I think. But a cheaper car would at least get me around for a while.

I meet back up with my classmates. Our hotel (that we had apparently stayed at the night before), is running out of rooms and may not be able to keep all of our reservations. I keep commenting to my classmates that we should have at least all taken one gold brick from the city before leaving. It seems nice that the people at the warehouse are taking care of our accounts but having a bar of gold on hand could help for today. The hotel is very posh and I tell Tracy, one of my classmates, "I think I will just live in a hotel from now on!" She laughs at the idea, but I really consider it. I figure that I have a fortune now, I could afford it. I tell her how great it would be to have housekeeping take care of cleaning my room every day. She agrees that it might be a good idea.

My classmates are all watching some popular movie on pay perview. I decide to go take a bath instead. They are out of nice rooms and so I am in a dirty room in the basement. My bathrub is very gross. I go to complain to someone. He seems like a hotel janitor or maintenance man. He tells me that there is no better room available. I consider just driving home for the night, but I don't have my own car right now. I sign the register, accepting my crappy hotel room. The man laughs at the way I sign my name. It seems like a done deal.

I wake up very disappointed to find out that it was all a dream and that I don't have a fortune in gold bullion.

I was a male marijuana plant in last night's dream. The view was mostly third person perspective. I was worried about accidently pollinanting the clones around me, especially the one right next to me. I knew that clone was my sister, from the same mother plant. (I guess that means I was a stressed plant turned hermie?). Anyhow, I kept pondering the situation and wondered how I could stop myself from pollinating but didn't see any way for me to prevent it.

I'm part of a movie crew shooting a Bela Lugosi style Dracula film. The actor playing Dracula wears more makeup and fur on his face as his creature becomes more evil in the story. We're shooting at an old, underground pagan temple. It's ancient - maybe Mayan or something like that. To get into the temple you have to slip down a water slide. The opening is so small - I am surprised as I watch actors and crew members use the entrance.

Inside the temple or ruins there are a lot of symbols painted. There is a large, round chamber. We're working on the movie, when I suddenly look up. I am shocked to see Christian paintings on the ceiling. I point it out to a member of the crew, showing him the pictures of saints and golden crosses on the ceiling. He tells me that I'm wrong. The symbols are Jewish. He points up at two of the faces on the ceiling and says, "See, that is James and Jesus. Jesus is just another prophet."

We continue working on the film for a while, then begin to explore the ruins, looking for treasure. The scene transitions. It's now myself, my cousin and my sister digging through a house my Grandmother and Aunts used to rent. We're going through their stuff and I know it is because they have died. (They are alive and well in real life, but I don't interactive with them at all). There is nothing of real value there. It's all junk.

I am searching through a coffee table. It has two doored compartments on either end and a large, open area in the center with a shelf. I find two necklaces that are nice but I know the last will and testiment already bequeaths those to myself and my sister so I don't worry about them. There is an angular make-up brush. I know that it is part of a set that my grandmother and aunts gave me as a gift. I don't bother to say anything though, since it's not important that I have the complete set. I also see a grey, dingy calculator. It's one of the old style calculators, large and clunky. I know that that is also somehow "mine" but I don't care to mention it. (None of these items are real items that I have ever seen before at my relatives' house).

My cousin, Matt, is digging through a box. I tell him that I already searched it. "It is just full of Christmas decorations," I tell him, expecting him to move on to search elsewhere. He keeps looking through it and says he will use the stuff to decorate his mailbox. I tell him, "There's a lot in there," trying to hint that it was more stuff than he would need to decorate his mailbox. He looks at me seriously. "What, Christmas isn't important?" he says, clearly agitated. I think for a second about debating about Atheism with him and decide to persue the topic. "Actually, it isn't," I say. Before the argument can get off the ground, my alarm clock wakes me up to get ready for work.

I am at my parent's old house. It's dark outside and windy. There is a vicious growl outside. I peer outside the side door (which does not have a window in real life, but has a curtained window in this dream). There is a large, scary dog down the porch steps. I can't see it too clearly because it is so dark outside and windy. I check the door's lock. I have a dreaded feeling that our puppy, Jack (a dog my sister once had) is outside on the porch. Sure enough, he is outside, tide to the porch rails. I fear that the light switch won't work. It's an old-fashioned two button switch (in real life a normal light switch was beside the door). The light does not come on. For a moment, I consider that it is an odd coincidence that everything I predict will happen seems to come true (almost a lucid moment, but not quite). I am so fearful for the puppy and terrified of the large dog at the same time. I wake up in a panic.