memorable

Okay, this is a bit of a long one with a lot of miscellaneous actions, but the really interesting parts are in red...

I stood in a circle with a large group of people at an outdoor celebration of sorts, headed by the owner of the restaurant I work at. He spoke for a while, then we all dispersed to mingle.. however there was a colossal snake slithering around the entire time, often getting close to me. It was about twelve feet high and was extremely wide and long, with huge beady eyes. It was a mottled brown and black color. I told a couple people that I would go and meet the snake, but I knew he could smell fear and it scared me. I walked around a while, talking to DCs and avoiding the huge snake. Eventually I was outside a large tent-corridor a distance from the gathering, and the snake came through. It kept trying to come through various doors, but I would zip them up before it could enter, though I was letting it smell me so that when I came toward it, it would know me and be friendly. A DC distracted me by pointing out a comic behind the snake that I knew explained its back-story, but I couldn't see it clearly.

The snake transformed into a massive gorilla, like King Kong. He charged through the door, grabbed me, and picked me up, taking me a distance away into the night. We spoke a while, and though I can't remember the details, I knew that by talking to me he learned about the concept of death, of which he had been blissfully unaware before. I also knew that he associated the concept with me, which made me feel threatened, though I was acting cool, calm and interesting on the surface. He wanted to show me a trick, as he had apparently spent his life forced into circus work. He threw me lightly into the air, and though I could imagine him tearing me in two with ease, he lightly caught me. I let him throw me again and relaxed myself utterly, and knew pure joy as I knew I was safe in his massive grasp. We went inside, and I was now friends with the snake-ape. There was a council of his owners. I attempted to slip past them, but they offered me a breakfast fajita, which I politely accepted. They began to talk to the proud and insolent Kong, who was newly awakened to the concepts of mortality. One of the chiefs asked, what were you talking about? I responded, we were just talking about life. Technically true, dream self, well played. The gorilla was talking about his past, perhaps his mother had been poached by the corrupt council. They attempted to assuage him with soothing, honeyed words that shuffled the blame from them. One woman turned into a bird and massaged his back with her claws, which he liked. Before I figure out the conclusion, I awoke.


Wake, sleep, dream. I was in a classroom without a teacher. The kids were passing around bowls and bongs and getting ripped, myself included. Then, authority figures entered and demanded we register our drugs, mainly acid, as weed was still illegal. I kept the bubbler I had hidden under a blanket.

I was home again, and my mother left, exhorting me to be moral. I got in a car with some friends and went to a hill near my house to smoke the ganja I had left over from the classroom. We went into a massive trailer and sat in a circle. A couple other friends came in, along with a guy who must have lived there, then they left to go adventuring. I sat and smoked a bit, got bored and left. I came across a group of women playing volleyball in an empty swimming pool, and saw others climbing pine trees. The hill was well populated. I walked down to the university gym and saw more girls playing volleyball, and some guys playing a game. There was food on the sidelines and many morbidly obese players.

Next, I was at a camp or retreat of some sort. We were all hanging out and I was acting a clown, cracking jokes and goofing off. I went to the bathroom, walked in and cleaned a urinal, then walked out. Turned out I was in the ladies restroom! A couple guys followed after me, too. A tall, extremely beautiful woman came up and laughed about the mix-up, and I told her she now had to use the guys, because it was all mixed up. She had writing on her lips. I offered to kiss her, but she asked, right or left? I said, right, and presented my right cheek for her to kiss. Later, we played a game like hide and seek. I decided to hide in a box, but couldn't decide between one or the other side of the room, so I didn't have time to get the box closed, and was immediately caught.

I'm in a magnificent cathedral. I'm with someone, and see a friend about to go play a guitar onstage, and he waves at me. A priest walks up to me, and asks, are you confident?to which I simply say, yes.He leads me to a wall. There is a small, tight mouth, an opening, on the bottom of it, covered in runes and glyphs, wrought in beautiful stone work and pouring out red and orange. It looks like the mouth of Hell. He says something to the effect of, it's good you're confident, you'll need it, or we'll see, I can't remember. I barely fit in the gap, and began a slow facedown descent, using hand-holds on the passage to keep myself from tumbling. I see two scorpions, and wonder, why am I down here? I'm not even Catholic. After a while of indecision, I exit into sunlight and fresh air. Another priest stands there and asks, what you doing? The real challenges are ahead, you must face your demons.I pathetically say I need shoes, look down and I'm wearing them. He extols me to have courage and continue, so I go back into the mouth, down, down, down. I'm on a stair case that's unbelievably cramped, with hundreds of even tinier scorpions that I run over, worrying that one is in my shirt. I'm now in a dark, quiet and misty stone corridor bathed in glowing white and blue. I enter a room to the right, and find myself looking at two animal spirits floating over stone wells. One I can't access, but the other purports to be a mirror of the soul, and speaks proudly and with disdain. From a third person perspective, it consumed me, and I now look like Harry Potter. It was all fire within, and he discussed a Reformation of sorts. Whether the historical one, or a personal one, I don't know.

Then, there's my brother next to me. He has a beautiful amulet and he gives it to me to help me. I thank him, and awaken.

Last night, I had my second lucid dream. In it, I became aware my mother, who I had just been talking to, had vanished. This sparked lucidity, and I euphorically ran down a track at a college I live nearby to, shouting in triumph. I nearly lost lucidity, so I calmed down. I've never flown in a dream, so I tried. Nothing happened, even though I knew it was a dream, I knew I was able to fly if I had the expectation present. Disappointed, I saw my sister walking ahead of me, but she was walking funny.. like she was made of melted putty, swinging her arms and legs strangely. She transformed then into a large, sinister character with a monstrous face torn in some parts to reveal his skull, which was slightly on fire, wearing a trench coat. Rorschach meets Ghost Rider, then takes nightmare steroids and grows. He strode quickly toward me, then transformed into an obscure acquaintance. My desire in dreams is to talk to DCs, so I asked him, what do you represent? He answered, you, now. He walked away, gaining a blue toga and a massive bow, like a Greek hero, or Kid Icarus. I looked into the sky, which started to fade to black, then back down to retain my dream awareness. I tried spinning to a new environment to no avail.

Knowing this was a lucid dream, I started looking for some lucid booty, and I am not a pirate. I asked several women I saw to undress, but they vehemently defended their honor as any woman in a street would, making me feel self-conscious and slightly abashed. I walked into a nearby building and couldn't change anything. Nothing, I was in a very low degree control over the dream. I talked with a couple people about making plans to go to another dream, and they were drawing up plans for it (a cruise in a wondrous tropical sea with a boatload of girls), when I walked past a man I knew sitting on a couch. He said, Matt, this will always be a part of you, then proceeded to molest a girl I know who he was next to, who was sniffling and unresponsive. Enraged, I lost sight of creating a tropical paradise and wanted to hit him, though I'm not generally violent. As I moved slightly toward him, I merged with the girl on the couch, who turned into a very close lady friend, and the dream turned sexual.

I woke up feeling angry, ashamed at the disturbing content and thrown off in general. Did I expect to be turned down? Was the amorous ending a reward for trying to attack evil, or did I give into my anger and become the evil itself? Mainly, I see the strangeness of it all as being caused by my inability to control and manipulate my dream environment (not able to fly, create new dream, etc.). If I had been flying, I think I could have escaped the nightmarish elements of it.

The real unanswerable question is, why are the two evil characters in the piece, the fearsome monster hero and the predator, a part of me, and how can I either integrate them into my psyche... or destroy them? Love your enemies despite their wickedness, even if they are within, or are these weeds in me that I should be rooted out and burned?

These are moments that struck me as odd or notable, drawn from a number of dreams over the past four or five months. All non-lucid. Mainly these are moments that disturbed me, the ones I felt had deeper meaning if I had the wisdom to penetrate the veil around them--moments with animals, periods of huge change in the dream, and quiet, dark aspects.

-My ex-girlfriend and now good friend had written a book of life advice. Knowing she wrote it, I spoke to her, and she answered through the pages. I felt a sudden chill of knowing and a measure of uneasiness. She told me to sell everything that I owned.

-An old lady who rode my bus. We got off at the same time. In the midst of mindless chitchat, I started discussing centaurs. She told me, "War is coming. Mars shines brighter than ever. And Pluto." I told her, "I am Pluto."

-The closest I've been to flying, I was on a Skyrim-esque adventure (what a beautiful, wonderful game), and I had jetpacks that shot me up into the air. I'd fall, then launch myself up again. Think Iron Man, but propulsion rather than energy.

-A wooden boat in an underground crypt, like the Phantom of the Opera. I knew it was preparation for something. Later, a Smith Agent reaches into my forehead. I left, and had a strange incident with a dog, which was tied to me, and a squirrel, which I tried to protect from the dog but ended up scratching me. A group of friends took a look at my wrist, rubbed my forehead and reassured me to not feel fear or anxiety.

-A group of schoolmates, who have no drug interest, all took magic mushrooms. They all described it as catapulting the mind into the universe. However, it was intuitively understood that the return to earth would have to be paid in blood.

-First lion dream, my friend had one chained. It ran back and forth, the length of its chain. I lay there. It would sniff me each pass, getting closer. Fear.

-Second lion dream. I'm sitting with a friend in a field, and I see a lion approach. I determine not to move or show any signs of fear, but I know I'm lying, the lion knows, my scent is palpable. He approaches, sniffs me as if to take a bite. Then, the dream shifts. Another friend tells me the lion was shot with a tranquilizer dart from a helicopter.

-In the dark of night, under an underpass in heavy snow, I stumble and fall as I walk with my brother's ex-girlfriend. My hand finds another warm hand buried in the snow, and I grasp it. Fear wakes me.

-An eagle perches on a totem pole, and lets down an ancient runed manuscript that reads: 'Human Yoga.' He transforms into a boy named Sam, though he wishes to remain anonymous and is only revealed by a group of passerbys.

-As I walk in the front door of my home at night, I see unfathomably massive lights in the sky, like great energy beams charging. They briefly grow in intensity (it looks like ancient letters with the Enlgish W, S and A) then fire. With a primal yell, I struggle to slam my front door shut due to the incredible shock wave that sweeps through. Low in the sky, a ship the size of a small city roars overhead.

-A very intelligent, conservative and large dragon was intent on consuming my family, friends and own person. We were in a castle by a forest of evil monkeys, and I was attempting to diplomatically see everyone out of this crisis.

-My brother and I were in an industrial, Spartan-like training complex where boys were trained into soldiers. We found a room with water and boxes. I opened one and pulled out this strange fleshly doll, abnormally proportion (large chest and arms, triangular but human). I dropped it into the water, and remember debating whether to pull it out. I knew it was right to, so I did. As I picked it up, it drew breath.

-I was playing a hunting game. I morphed into a werewolf, but then took to the skies as a pterodactyl.

-A dream of two blind men at different times. One passed me in a hall. The other, I scaled a wall, and he was scaling the opposite way. The guy looked rough, with strange eyes, oozing sores, and an expression of anguish.

-Three large snakes were moving in waves, all as one. There was one tiny white snake that I held in my hand.

-I had three bugs of different color which I noticed were imbedded in my forearm. They began to hurt, and I scratched at them to break free from their painful bite.

-I was driving with my friend in the city, when I noticed a bridge next to us begin to collapse. We were on a bridge, too, and it collapsed behind. As we entered, the buildings of the city began to be broken up and destroyed around us as we drove both forward and in reverse.

-I was missing several teeth. A woman I knew suggested I use various crystals and stones, but they were all too large to fit what was missing.