Ophelia's Book O' Fun II

I swear that dream where Pegasis heard the word ocher and then looked up the definition when he woke up, had some impact on my dream last night.

I don't remember much at all, except some HI just before an incomplete WILD (my alarm interrupted it). I felt like I was floating in space, just before the "big bang". I was there because I was sent there to determine what existed before the universe as we know it. All I could see were these impossibly giant structures, floating around in the prenatal space. They hummed and vibrated, barely audible in the infinite blackness. A voice in my ear said that these were the Sound Auricles (though at the time, I imagined the word Oracles, though both words kinda apply, weird). I understood that they were the first beings ever in existence. And they resembled the convoluted flesh of the human outer ear. But the boundaries were impossible to see, for they faded, and blended into the darkness of outer space. Suddenly, I saw a tiny sliver of light, no larger than a fingernail clipping compared to the Auricles. Then a tiny spark zoomed toward the light, and the same voice told me this spark was a cowboy astronaut (space cowboy? lol), and it collided with the light, causing the Big Bang. As this happened, I felt the usual WILD vibrations, but my alarm interrupted it.

Later I looked up the word Auricle, even though in my head I remembered the word Oracle from my dream. But something made me look up Auricle first, because those things had an outer-ear look to them. Auricle/Oracle. OuterEar/OuterSpace. InnerEar etc.

I don't know what happened to the Sound Auricles after the Big Bang. But I wouldn't mind dreaming about them again.

The End.

Me, my high school band director, and a middle eastern father were in the middle east somewhere, trying to find the guy's daughter. Apparently, there were these middle eastern guys that owned a shop that sold knock-of brand luggage. At the time, if someone in this country had the same first name as a fruit, they had to be punished. Like it was illegal. Or at least, the guys that owned the shop didn't like it. So the man's daughter was named after a fruit, and so were these twin boys. And one other person I believe. So the shop owners kidnapped them, stuffed them in a huge suitcase, and buried it in the sand behind the shop. They were alive though. So me and the dad and Mr Coulson went to go rescue them. The last thing I remember is sitting on a suitcase with Mr Coulson, trying to decide how we were going to do this exactly.

I stayed up too late last night so my recall is kinda poop. I know I had other dreams. Oh yeah, there was the one where we all went to Scarborough Fair, but it was all wrong. The place had been redone, and didn't look Renaissancey anymore. And Danny was suddenly looking more like Carsten, and beeing all whiney because he didn't understand the concept of a ticket will-call booth. The place morphed into the Dallas World Aquarium, and I got delayed messing with some make-up, and ended up at the end of the aquarium going backwards, while the rest of the family was at the start, going forwards. When we met up at one point, we were all wtf.

That's all I remember.

Just like last night, I was at my parents house. And just like last night, I had issues with folks trying to get through my bedroom window. Entirely different dream from last night, and entirely nonlucid.

I was in the family room watching tv, and mom was in the kitchen. The couch in the dream was a rocking couch, even though it wasn't in real life. For some reason, I had girl parts and boy parts. And the main boy part was actually IN the girl part. And rocking on the rocking couch felt real real good. I had a blanket over me, so you couldn't tell. Anyway, it was feeling a little toooo good, so I decided to go to my bedroom to finish. But some weird goth people (friend's of my mom I think?), who kinda lived on our porch right by my bedroom window, were trying to get into my room. Like their party was spilling into my bedroom. I was BALLISTIC. (lol, ball). I just shoved them back outside, locked the window lock, and started trying to pin my curtains over the window so they couldn't see inside either. By the time I had accomplished all that, I was no longer horny and I woke up.

An interesting side note: I told a coworker buddy of mine yesterday that I had the lucid dream the other night where i was a girl and had sex, then a guy and had sex. I said, it must be penis envy. She said, nah, it just means you're fine on your own.. you don't need a man because you have both parts. Then BOOM I dream I have both parts simultaneously. Power of suggestion, I love it!

Ok last night I had a nonlucid dream about zombies. I was at my parents house in Sunnyvale, and we were all stationed in different rooms, fighting them off. They were coming pretty slowly, I guess because it's such a small town. Like one or two an hour. I was stationed in my old bedroom with the bay window. I had the curtain up only on the left pane (closest to the front door). I also had that same window open. Reason being, when they came stumbling toward me (quite quickly, may I add), I could impale them immediately. I had the stool from mom's kitchen, painted sky blue instead of brown oddly, and I would jab the zombie with all four legs when they came to the window. Cool thing about this dream, you can stab them anywhere, like a human. Doesn't have to be the head. However, some of the zombies were starting to adapt. They could talk and carry on fairly normal conversations, even with humans. We still knew that they were zombies mind you, it's just that they were getting good at trying to talk their way out of us killing them. So one lady came to my window and was telling me something, I can't remember. I hesitated and she got in the house, as far as the utility room. I knocked her down by the washer and dryer, and stabbed her straight in her heart. She seemed upset by this, as black blood spilled from her chest. I think I would have felt bad about it except I didn't have time. I heard noises from the front door of the house. I ran to the living room, and saw by the front door (which was all glass, with 2 large glass side panes, stupid parents!!) gobs of zombies trying to bust through the stained glass. I froze, realizing I had forgotten my impaling-stool in the utility room! As I could see the zombies growling and pounding and trying to push through the glass, I was oddly rational. I asked myself, "What is the nearest thing to me that could double as a zombie-killer?" Then I looked to my right, toward the livingroom fireplace: FIREPLACE POKERS. 2 sets even. I always wondered why mom insisted on 2 sets, now I know why (or at least, I thought so in the dream. I mean, in real life she always had 2 sets of fireplace tools by each fireplace in our house. In real life I still don't know why, but in the dream, it was like providence. I w2as meant to use them to kill zombies). Anyway, I picked up both pokers, and ran to the kitchen. Only 3 zombies were able to get in, and they followed me into the kitchen. The leader was a male, and he could talk too. He was trying to engage me in a conversation. I started to falter at first; it was hard to kill something that seemed so human and docile. I was getting entranced by the conversation, and I thought of the woman in the laundry room. But the talking zombie said something about my son.. like, some comment he had read from Chris on facebook or something. Then I lost it, I shoved one of the pokers straight into his lifeless heart, twisting it as such to make him buckle to the floor. The other 2 zombies behind him vanished, along with the remaining outside.

The doorbell rang, and I rushed to the front door, expecting more god damn sentient zombies. But it was two older chinese people. They looked worried, because they were looking for their daughter. When they described her, I asked them if they were referring to Elsy, a girl that works in the sushi department where I work. They said yes, that's her. Which is odd in retrospect. because Elsy is Mexican. I told her parents that I would tell her that they were looking for her when I saw her at work the next day.

Weird thing number 1: I was just reading on dreamviews the last 2 days about a post where people were asking if they had ever killed in a lucid dream. I never killed anyone in a lucid or nonlucid until last night.

Weird thing number 2: Elsy is Mexican, in my dream her parents are Chinese, in real life she makes Japanese sushi. Hehe, my crazy head

Some lucids!

I woke up in my bed, and felt lucid, like I had just had a DILD. So I sat up in bed, about to do an RC when I saw this giant gemstone ring in the bed that I knew didn't really exist. So I got up out of the bed to go have a fun LD. But the blanket stuck to me really bad, and I pulled the whole thing off the bed. Danny groaned, "What are you dooooing?" I was worried that maybe I was really getting up in real life too, because the dream felt so real. I just said "I'm getting up, go back to sleep." But he got up and followed me, and i was worried that Dream Danny was going to ruin my LD, when he suddenly shrunk down to midget size. All he did was walk me to the bedroom door, opened it for me, then went back to bed. Yay! So I went to the kitchen, and things started to get a little blurry, so I looked at my reflection in the glass microwave door. This time, I was a guy with big green bug eyes. I looked 3 times, and each time it changed, but I was always a guy with bug eyes. The last time I looked really close and as always, I got those sparkly, gel-like green irises, with the tiniest black dot for pupils. I decided to go out and have some fun, when my left eye gave out again. I looked at my hands and it helped a bit, but whenever I winked my right eye, I was nearly blind. So I yelled MORE LIGHT which helped a little more. Then I looked at the door and said "Ok, when i open that door, it's going to be bright outside, and I'm going to be able to see clearly, and some cool stuff will happen!" I opened the door and looked outside:

The entire block was flooded! The sidewalks were about an inch underwater, and all the driveways and streets were an ocean, rolling with waves. I started splashing my feet on the sidewalk, and singing and having a jolly old time. The water felt so real, and cool on my feet. I remarked on some pretty flowers (marigolds and dianthus). I got to the curb and looked at the impossibly deep water that made up the oceans. It wasn't clear, rather murky and blueish-green. I had an urge to jump in, but I was too scared. Even in a lucid dream, I can get pretty frightened by what I might find in deep, murky water. So I turned toward the house. Now the yard was flooded too, but I could see through it a little bit. Then Bella, my chihuahua, came out the front door, wanting to play in the water. When she did that, I could see a couple HUGE fish in the water in the yard, heading toward Bella as if she were a snack. I yelled "Go back inside Bella!" and one of the fish turned and looked at me with a pissed off expression. It was about 5 feet long with an orange body and the head of a tiger. An angry tiger. See this is PRECISELY why I don't go into the water.

I woke up in my bed, and went right back to sleep and was immediately lucid. I was laying on my stomach and I immediately felt the Demon get on my back. No drama this time, he just got on top of me, held my arms down, stuck it in, and went to town. I got off in about 4 seconds. Then he vanished. Thatta boy I turned over to lie down on my back. I was still kinda horny and I felt down there and I had a big boner. So I decided to play with it. It was all big and red. I remembered something Danny had told me just yesterday about how when he jerks off, if he wants it to feel like a virgin, he keeps his hand dry and squeezes harder. But when he wants to feel like he's with a whore, he gets his hands wet and loosens his grip. So I licked my hand and started stroking it. It DID feel different. After a while I reached down and felt my balls. Never did that before, but this time I just wanted to feel them. They were small in proportion to my dick, but hey, they're MY balls. And a little hairy. I just love the details. After a while I got a little bored so I found a chick and started banging her. It was a bit cumbersome and I was getting tired so I let myself wake up.

Was at the grocery store and the cashier asked me to sing some opera. I said no because I had a cold. I have one in real life.

Dreamed Daisy was chewing on a bone like a normal dog instead of swallowing the whole thing in one piece like she does in real life.

Some more Katie fragments, and some mom fragments.

Side Notes: I didn't sleep well last night, so my recall is spotty at best. I think the reason I'm dreamign about Katie so much lately is because I'm constantly paranoid about her throwing me under the bus. She does that, especially if she gets in trouble for something. The first, and only thing she knows how to do when she gets yelled at, is to reach into her mind for the first person she can blow the whistle on, regardless if what she says is true or not. Rather than own up to her own mistakes, she tries to dilute the guilt by incriminating others. WHAT A SWELL GAL!!!

The dreams about my mother lately are all arguments. We almost never bicker about crap, and the dream arguments usually lead to lucidity. I'm guessing this is my subconscious being desperate to get lucid again. /therapy

I forgot to mention one of the non-lucid dream fragments from 2 nights ago: There was this guy who referred to his penis as his "butt-tooth". We had sex but it was just all wrong wrong wrong.

Last night Josh was there. Been a while. He was helping us save this one tree that had been injured. The tree would even groan like the trees from LOTR when we removed some of the dead branches. We of course left the branches that were showing green under the bark, because we knew those branches were still alive.

Then more of the usual and ridiculous Josh nonsense.

Katie from work and her husband Jeff were going to the movies in separate cars (I bet he would rather do that irl because she's a PSYCHOOOOoooo .. in a bad way). Anyway, she was stupid and didn't know how to get there. I guess she got ahead of him, got lost and frustrated, so she drove diagonally through 3 lanes of traffic to where Jeff was and parked her jeep, face to face, in front of his car. In moving traffic.

I confronted her about it at work the next day, because I had seen the whole fiasco. I was like "Hey Katie, do you drive a brown jeep?" She was like "I don't want to talk about it."

Then I watered all my plants with a water-fertilizer combo that you attach to your hose. Very convenient. While I was doing this, I found a bunch of really tiny shoes. Tiny, like the size of pinto beans. Gnomes?

3 non lucid fragments:

1. Trying to convince this young single mom to go to the same battered women's shelter I went to.

2. Harry and Ron accidentally cast a spell on Snape that caused him to pass out and make all his hair fall out. They didn't know the spell to restore it, only how to permanently attach 1 of 4 wigs that they found. They chose the one that looked like a spiked Devil's lock. Snape was not amused.

3. I was at mom's making a bagel with some blue cheese spread, when a crazy guy came into the kitchen, pretending to be lost and looking for a steak house. My stepdad got rid of him. Spooky looking guy. Then I went to the tv room and started watching a movie on tv. It was Sixteen Candles, but it had changed alot. Sam and Jake Ryan were still after eachother though, that part was still the same. Oh and Spandau Ballet's TRUE was playing at the prom as usual. Haha I woke up hearing it in my mind, and it's still in there as I'm writing this

Couple non-lucids.

1. I had adopted this alien looking child (looked alot like that girl from the movie Splice. She could run really really well, so I was letting her compete in these Olympic style events for little kids. She nearly always won the sprint races. Anyway, she got an unusual illness, and I wasn't sure what to do about it, since she was so different. So I called the orphanage where I got her. They accused me of using her as a slave by having her run these races. There was no money in those races, like dog or horse races, it was just something that made little kids famous. Anyway, I got arrested. I went to trial and the jury found me guilty. But they were willing to work with me. I was handcuffed, hands in front, and my lawyer talked to the judge for a minute, then came up to me and told me what I could do instead of jail. I had to dip my handcuffed hands into this shallow bowl of water, and there was a tiny razor blade on the bottom. I was to take this blade, cut a slice into my left middle finger. Then I could reach around the cuffs with that finger, where there was a little slidey button on the cuffs. I had to stick the hole on my finger over the slidey button, and pull until the cuffs came off. Then I would be set free. I literally told the judge, "HELL to the no way. I'll take the jail time. How long?" 4 to 5 years. So I went to this cushy jail where I was the only chick. The guys were nice, so was the warden. I guess they were all there for minor misdemeanors or misunderstandings too. All we did was hang around, eating and drinking beer after a day's worth of easy chores.

2. I was in a huge, beautiful green wheatfield (like in the movie Toys) having a big fiesta dinner with a huge Mexican family. I was given some shrimp that was supposed to be very spicy. But it wasn't, because it didn't have enough salsa verde on it. So I saw some chopped green anaheim peppers, and dipped it into the salsa verde sauce. It was a little spicy. Then everyone went into the house for some carnitas.


The orphan:


The wheat field:

Couple dreams last night. I dreamt that I was lying in bed with Danny (some other house, don't recognize it), and we kept hearing a really loud car drive around the block. It would slow down whenever it neared our house, even pull up in the driveway, linger for a bit, then resume lurking around the block. It was getting more frequent and scary, until finally they pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. I heard them come up to the porch. I said "Dannyyyyyyy.. what do we do?????" So Danny got up and went to the front door (which, oddly enough, was on our bedroom), and opened it really fast, in an effort to scare the lurkers. (Bear in mind Danny is a very tall, and foreboding looking man in real life). The people on the porch, an average looking man and woman, jumped back and blinked, startled half to death by Danny's aggressive move. They said something about looking for some people that lived next door. Turned out the whole thing was harmless. But damn those car noises were scaaaaaaaaaaaary.

Then a dream where me and nina (DV) and Seeker (DV) and Gabi (from work) were having a Christmas gift exchange party. I made white chocolate candies for everybody, except Gabi (who's a mega-christian and always on a diet). I got her one of those motivational christian things-in-a-frame. Anyway, long story short, I accidentally gave Seeker the christian gift meant for Gabi. Oops.

Hard to describe, but the other night (I'm posting this a day late because I worked a 20 hour weekend and still trying to catch up) I dreamt that I was outside someplace, and this creepy guy moved past me very quickly, then turned and looked at me with this mischievous, yet victorious expression. He said, "You probably didn't feel it, but I just took this razor blade, and cut your urethra. Just a tiny slice around the perimeter of the opening." He was right, I felt no pain whatsoever, but whenever I went to the bathroom and wiped, there would be little traces of blood, as well as spots of blood in my underwear. I remember having to explain to Danny what happened, because the blood was worrying him.

Weird lucid dream last night. I woke up in the bed of a really pretty hotel room, so I became lucid right away. I got out of the bed, and it felt soooo real. In fact, the comforter felt so much like mine that I had to stop and look around again and make sure I wasn't in my room. As soon as I started walking around, my legs started giving me trouble. And the already poorly lit room was getting worse. So I looked at my hands for a bit and that fixed things. I started pacing around, trying to remember what I wanted to do. I opted for the advanced lucid task. Once I remembered that, my legs got weird again, so I looked at my hands again and all was well again. I went to the balcony of the hotel room and noticed that I was about 30 floors up. So instead of finding a way to leave the hotel and jumping into my book of choice (Harry Potter, Sorcerer's Stone), I opted to stay in the room and see if I could bring the story to me. I immediately heard a knock at the door. My vision started getting weird again, so I looked in a mirror. I didn't look like me, but I looked really cool! Young, with long, smooth black hair. I went to the door and opened it, and there was Severus Snape! But he looked to be about 18. I thought, "Wrong book, wrong chapter.. oh well." I let him in and we started messing around, all the while thinking to myself "Bye bye advanced task". Then I started to go blind in my left eye again (what is this, honestly?), I looked at my hands again, then everything blacked out. But I didn't wake up, I could tell I was still in the dream. So I clapped my hands, stomped my feet, and shouted "More Lucidity God Damnit!" and the lights came back on. No more blindness either. I resumed making out with the wizard then woke up.

I know it doesn't count as the advanced task, but at least I got one character out of the story

Then some non lucid fragments:

1. Putting on peacock colored eyeshadow

2. A bike race in college, Clairsky and Bethany were there, helping me with the bike and how to check air pressure. It was my birthday and Clairsky helped me carry roses and presents from my mom up the stairs. My bike lost a tire and work buddies tried to find me a new one. We had a really weird vacuum for our dorm room too, shaped like a big box on wheels that you just rolled around the floor. My brother Brett was trying to trade me for his crappy one.

3. Trying to go up the down escalator at an airport, carrying alot of boxes. Was really hard, I kept tripping. I also had a book and Elijah Woods said I could have gotten it cheaper on amazon.com. I didn't care, it was what was IN the book that was important (I don't remember what was IN the book).

4. I was sweeping alot of dried mud off a highway and I was really mad about something.

What I lacked last night in lucids, I made up for in real life with some home-made soft goat cheese (I'll post pics in the food thread).


Anyhow, some fragments:

1. I heard a kitten cry and it was raining outside. It was a roughly 4 month old black kitten, with a collar and a tag, but the tag said "UPC" or "CBS" or some nonsense. I decided to keep him until I could find the owners. He was really sweet and cuddly to me, but an ornery little shit to everyone else.

2. Some folks went on a trek in the jungle to study bears. Everyone got to leave with their own baby black bear. I told the jungle trek leader that I felt this was a really bad idea. He said don't worry, about the time folks couldn't handle their bear, a helicopter would be sent for each one. I didn't think that was very funny at all.

3. A girl was being held captive by the French woman from LOST near that same jungle. Oh yeah, there was the same river in both dreams. Anyway, the girl had a key to her handcuffs hidden inside a half an avocado she was eating. She made it to the river and saw the french woman. It seems like the dream looped back to the one with the bears, but I'm not sure.


GREEN is supposed to be a new reality check for me, hence all the green bold words. Just FYI.