My brother woke up late for school, it was at least an hr or two late. We decided that he could just skip school. I remembered that I had to the school to report his absence. Someone around us told us that if he goes to school now, no one would really notice. We were riding in the car, we got off next to the school. It looked like a drop off spot for trucks. There were diagonal lines on the ground. I wasn't sure if we can actually stop here. Once we were off, my dad drove away. We went in to a building, it was more like a tower with steep stairs and gaps. We went up thinking that the school's upstairs. Soon enough, I realized that we're in a fashion company and everyone was busy and running around. The platforms where the stair turns are open showers. We started back down stairs when we realize the school wouldn't be here.
I was sitting in a bar with 3 Benedict Cumberbatch. Each one of them is different, one was really put together, the other was really adorable and the last one was Sherlock. Sherlock sat on my left and the well put together one was opposite of me. I asked them if I can take a picture of them together, they looked at me and smiled really big saying yes! --- I was in a hallway leading to a room that looks like a YouTube video. It's called "Pyscholistic Lover" by Kanye West (wtf). While walking toward to room, I see the back of a creepy person. That person had paper like material for the face and a beak. It attacked me and wants me dead. I tried to slit its throat with a knife multiple times, it only leave dents for a sec with no mark or blood. I thought it was too scary and changed back to the bar scene. They were close enough and I could take a picture but something happen and the parted a little. I said I would have to move back a little to take it and they moved close again. (I woke up in rl and couldn't find my phone) I was in my bed and found my phone to the left side of my pillow. I woke up thinking about a lot of things, jumbles of words, words that I wouldn't use, words that are probably not words. They all made sense to me that moment.
I was in a familiar looking plaza. I went inside a gym, it looked pretty old in there. I started to lift weights that were near the front of the door. I begin with a little weight. A woman came in and stood there staring at me. I looked for heavier weights and found one half of a 21 lbs. Another girl came in and joined the woman in staring at me. I sarcastically asked them if I'm not using enough weight. They then told me that I'm being weak for using so little weight. I fought back saying that I'm not comfortable with heavier weight, and yelled at them some more. I was in the previous plaza, but in a restaurant this time. The owner was showing off pictures of celebrities that came to eat. I found it really annoying so I left my family there. I was in a car driving away, but decided to go back. It was night time and I couldn't see really well, couldn't remember if I was going on the right road or not. I thought I saw a familiar entrance so I switched 4 lanes at a go without a care. (The road was so busy, I could've die in real life). The plaza that I drove in didn't look familiar at all. I decided to just pick a restaurant to eat at and went in a small Japanese restaurant. It was crowded and I didn't know if I should stay or go. I took a sit at a table with an old lady, we started talking and I showed her a menu that I got from the previous restaurant. It had a lot of pictures with descriptions, she then said she want to order from that menu. I was in a fabric store following a lady, she told me she comes here whenever things are on sale. She was about to walk out but turned around and came back with a dark blue fuzzy fabric. She told me that the key to having long lasting fabric is to wash it really well before making anything. I was going to ask if that's actually necessary. 1AM-8AM
I had a long string of vivid semi-lucid dreams. At some point I became frustrated with the tedious nature of a sequence that involved carrying furniture. I made the needed change of mind set and became fully lucid. The lucid went on for queit a long spell. I do not bother to journal standard LDs, and much of it was very standard. I started to wake on two occasions, but pulled off the DEILDs by returning to my mantra 'Thank You.' The LD involved basic flying stuff, of interest was one case of getting hung up on a power line. It also involved walking around looking at/for pretty DCs. Scenes took place in both a icce cream shop and a coffee shop. The one truely interesting portion was while flying I decided to transform iinto a fighter jet with lasers. I did airal stunts and shot targets with the laser beam. I think this is the first time I transformed into a non-biological form that was capable of action (have been a river and so on). Great fun. Dur ~30 min.
I was on facebook. This seems to be a regular occurance in my dreams, it's quite strange, it's not like through my eyes watching facebook, it's as if Facebook IS reality, so that's all I can see, but it still applies to my real life. I was discussing pizza with someone, I decided that I would much rather have a 10 inch pepperoni pizza as opposed to a 12 inch beef pizza, as pepperoni is a much better topping and quantity < quality I think the pepperoni had green pepper on too (: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm going to experiment with a new technique tonight, as my dream recall and lucid dreaming has been almost non-existant recently. A fellow DreamViews user MasterMind recommended I try it. The basis is that you keep a journal of the things you do in REAL LIFE as well as in your dreams. Loads of people replied saying it worked, so I may as well give it a go. Fell asleep at 10:30pm ish last night. Woke up at 6:00am. I decided to awake early this morning despite not needing to wake up until 7am, so that I would have time to play an hour or so of L.A. Noire on the xBox as I haven't had time in the evenings. I had a glass of orange squash, had a shower, went for a cigarette, had a coffee and my cereal, and started playing the game. I realized at about 7:30am that I needed to get ready for college. I put some music on a memory stick for my friend, got ready and left the house. On the way to my bus stop I had my last cigarette out of the tobacco pouch. I was also planning to quit smoking after this. When I got to the bus stop there was a man there waiting who was middle aged. My friend Rob.M crossed the road and waited with me. When the bus came, it was very cramped. We listened to two fat girls talk about their life drama on the bus. At the bus station Rob got off for a fag but I just waited with him. When we got to college my first lesson was Philosophy. We studied liberty and laws prohibiting homesexuality and prostitution, and whether they should be legal. After class, me and some friends when to the smokers pen. I was offered a menthal cigarette by a new friend but I turned it down. After a discussion about cigarettes, weed and LSD, I left for Music Technology. I did some work in this lesson which was recreating "The Look of Love" but after doing a bit of work I spent a lot of the lesson chatting to my mate James. I walked to town with Sam after this lesson. He offered my saves on a fag, I declined. After the cash machine and my headphones broke I was quite pissed off. I returned home with an uneventful bus journey. At home, my Mum and I had a very long, heated argument about my parents addiction to the TV and me always being miserable. I concluded that the argument was an over-reaction caused by me quitting smoking. After this, I played with my Dog for a bit, watched the news, had a nice fish and chips, used the computer for a bit, listened to a new album when my Mum and Dad went to work at 6pm, and wrote this xo
Last couple of days, some great, detailed dreams. For several days before then, closer to dream bits. So I'm going to post them here, where it will make for a long post, instead of in a bunch of short threads. 10-11-2012 -- Very short bit where I am meeting Dale at Walt Disney World, with his whole family, including his mom, who has died. Problem is, they are only here for 24 hours, which leads me to asking why he would spend so much money to fly the entire family all the way across the country for a single day?!? --- 10-06-2012 -- I am at May Company, riding up and down on the elevator in the back corner of the store like I often did as a kid. For most of the dream I am not being chased by managers or security, which is what almost always happened in this kind of dream when I used to have them frequently. At one point I am on the third floor, and somehow the doors open when the elevator is on the second floor, and I almost walk forward and fall. Somehow at some point I time travel, and I end up in Waldenbooks back in the late 70s, but as an adult, not a kid. I am looking over the kids book section and see an entire couple of shelves of Three Investigators hard covers, and I get so much pleasure in seeing them all sitting there available for purchase. I loved that series so much as a kid! Soon I find myself in one of the larger malls somewhere with B & C. It is near closing time, and there are a lot of very lovely ladies around, and some fun stuff might soon be happening, except that B is furious that I might ever consider letting anything happen while C is anywhere in the area. There was a lot more to this, but the whole point of dream fragments is that I can't remember the rest. --- 10-07-2012 -- There are hints of offering bones on a gilded alter in Runescape, but not much. Soon I find myself in the Hickory house, and there are ladies everywhere. For some reason it seems there are something like 20 ladies staying here, sleeping everywhere. They have really made a mess, and there are clothes everywhere, too. Three or four are staying in Melody's room and I don't think she knows about it, and I am afraid she is going to be furious. She calls and I answer the phone in her room, and try not to let her know what is happening. Since there are a couple of the ladies talking about the things they can see in her room in the background, it is kind of difficult. Oddly, during the conversation with Melody I find we are discussing something in the Catholic Bible that isn't in the Protestant Bible. It might have been Bel and the Dragon? Soon I am off the phone, and Mike G. from high school is here, helping me to clear out the ladies and clean things up. I go to take a drink from a soda bottle, and I see there are all kinds of worms and tiny snakes and things in what I have been drinking, and I am horrified. I glance at the bottle again, and it is perfectly fine. Am I loosing my mind? "No," Mike tells me, "you're just feverish and sick." he tries to hose me down to cool off the fever, and in the process, he ends up ruining my clothes. So I find myself at Pine Castle, and Tom is the music minister, though I don't see him at first. Cheyanne sings a solo, but she is singing really, really low, and doesn't have a mic, so nobody can hear her. She seems to be almost chatting a song, instead of singing it. Kathy and Grace are here, and seem to have been forgiven, and Tom is even commenting on how nicely the hair is growing back on one of them who had cancer. They reveal that one of the brunettes who had been in my house was Cathy Lee Crosby, and I am amazed that I didn't recognize her at all without the blonde hair. --- 10-08-2012 -- I am working in what almost seems to be the Courier Express warehouse, and they seem to have moved again, because there are hundreds of pallets of stuff on the floor and almost nothing on the racks, and I have no idea where things are supposed to go. I have two packages that have just arrived of small computer parts, and I know they are going to go out soon. I put the proper labels on them, but I don't even know where they are putting the just arrived stuff, and have to ask for help. One of the forklift drivers is going a little too fast, and manages to tip his forklift over on it's side, but he keeps flooring it, and is now tearing deep groves in the concrete floor. He is trying to get enough speed to flip the thing back up, but I think they are going to need to use another forklift to leverage it back up. Not good, and quite a mess. The whole place is turning into a kind of computer-related warehouse store, and some guy is buying a huge foam-padded helmet for some reason. Some little girl is going on and on about this place on the turnpike where there are a whole bunch of signs for exit 57, and I'm discussing it with her while Minerva Mcgonagall looks on. I think I am Harry Potter, and I find myself wandering around the warehouse with a bunch of other students, half of them from my real life high school. I end up talking with Steve K., Calvin D., Julie Davie, and Neville Longbottom, who is known by the nickname of The-Other-Boy-Who-Lived. Somehow the area we're walking around seems to be the lowest part of the vampire city in the Runescape Darkmeyer quest. --- 10-04-2012 -- Visiting with Dale and his mom in a hotel room somewhere around the world, right at the end of our trip, preparing to go out and have some fun. Then suddenly we are at the airport, getting ready to fly home. I have been at this airport before in my dreams, several times, but it keeps changing. They are getting more invasive this time, and they are opening and searching every piece of luggage. I find for some reason I don't really mind. My laptop is in my main suitcase, which for some reason looks like a dish washer rack with all the prongs to hold dishes in place. I don't know why there are two large gallon bottles of urine in there. Amazingly enough, nobody asks about them. I seem to have very little stuff, and actually fold up my big backpack and stick it inside the suitcase. Suddenly they change our gate, and heading to the other gate we find we have to go through the security screening again. By this time I am getting hot, sweaty and tired, and I comment on how I can't wait to get through security and reach one of the bathrooms with a shower you can rent the use of, which I can remember from one of the previous dreams at this airport. The screener tells me that they got rid of those about two years ago, and I am very disappointed.
10-10-2012 -- I think I am out somewhere on Disney property, perhaps around the general Pleasure Island area. I am being driven around in my new white car by Chris Bean, whose driving, unfortunately, has not improved. Within a mile or two, there is a car stopped in front of us that he hasn't noticed until too late, and he suddenly slams on the brakes. The car spins out like it was on snow in Omaha with no tread, (uncontrollable O-turn) then with a horrid crunch, the back of my car slams into the other car, doing great damage to both of them. Chris screams "Run!" and we both burst out of the car and run off. We seem to be in a downtown area that seems very familiar, and I think I remember it from other dreams. It might be London, it might not. Anyway, we are running three or four blocks to where I think I might have another car. The car Chris just crashed was an off-white, slightly bulky station wagon. Suddenly I find myself inside the Magic Kingdom, no idea why. I am on Main Street, kind of browsing the shops, and it seems a show has just gotten out, and I see some performers I know from the Adventurers Club walking past. One is Phil Card, another looks familiar, and might be the English Hathaway. Suddenly they are even dressed in Club costumes, though they weren't a minute ago. There are two female performers, but they aren't in Club costumes, and I don't recognize them. One is a white blonde who is really small, even smaller than the redheaded performer whose name I don't remember at the moment. The other is a big black woman who I think I know from TV, but in the dream I just can't place. In real life, it might have been Roz from Night Court. I seem to be being followed by a couple of people who are trying to get me to do a balloon gig, but are warning me they can't pay me enough. On the other hand, they are telling me they are going to pay me twice for the same job, since there are two guests of honor, and since the two payments add up to about $120, I'm quite happy with that for a two hour gig. Problem is, they want to keep talking about it, and are going on and on, so I eventually duck into the tobacco shop on Main Street just to escape. They follow me, but they turn into Joel and Cheyanne, a friend, and a couple of their kids. I am trying to avoid them, they are trying to catch up with me, and Joel is stumbling around because he is blocking his face with his hands. It seems the old tobacco ads in the store have too attractive of women on them. Joel has somehow gotten addicted to pornography, but is trying to fight the addiction off, so he refuses to see the posters. I sneak off, going up and down the escalators that sure don't belong on an old-time Main Street, and Joel & Chey give up and start to wander off. Moments later they have piled into a sedan, and are about to drive off when I show up to hitch a ride. Within a few moments the car turns into my old light green station wagon, which they now somehow own. They are driving me to a rental car place or something, but Joel can't drive, either, and is soon almost running down kids in a crosswalk. He fears he may have hit one, and we're soon out of the car and looking around. We're now back in the downtown area from earlier that might be London, and Joel & Cheyanne quickly disappear. I am looking for two of my cars which I know should be somewhere close. I pass the pale green station wagon that Joel was just driving, but keep looking. Soon I come across the white car, but I remember that Chris Bean crashed it, and it is now a wreck. Actually the car I want is the one that I just walked by a few minutes ago. So I turn around and try to find my way back to the green station wagon. I am walking down one street where some police suddenly burst into the street with a bloody looking woman who almost seems to be some sort of zombie. Unfortunately her head kind of explodes, and suddenly there are fumes in the air that seem to be releasing some horrible sort of plague that may kill off half the world population. I rush out of there, not wanting to be affected. I run around a corner and see some more police, and am about to stop and ask them some questions, when I realize I know them. It is Horatio and his crew from CSI:Miami. But I realize that is a television show, so they must be filming an episode, and they certainly won't appreciate it if I walk into the scene asking questions. So I just keep looking for my car. I finally find it parked next to a curb around another corner. I turn to look at something for just a moment, and when I look back, the car is moving, being towed away. I am horrified, and start running after it calling for the guy to wait. I catch up with him about 70 yards down the street, and beg him to give me my car back. He tells me I'll have to pay for it, and I am scared I won't have the money since I'm broke and unemployed, but he tells me he needs $5 to release it, and when I look in my pocket I have a $50 bill. So he lets me have my car. It is filled with tons of my stuff, and I am kind of glancing through it, but I climb in and prepare to drive off. I want to go back the way I came, but behind me there is some sort of parade going on, with tons of black people. So I have to go forward, instead. I turn off on a small street, figuring I will wait for them to pass, then go back, but they follow me, so I still have to keep going in a different direction than I want.
Still need to write down... August 5th 2012 August 9th 2012 August 10th 2012 August 11th 2012 August 18th 2012 August 31st 2012
Still need to write down July 31st 2012 I have utterly no idea why I wasn't writing down my dreams in July...
June 1st 2012 I think I had another Disney related dream, some of it in flashes. One was a large piece of paper that was apparently trying to punch holes in for some kind of pointilistic effect. (pointilism is an art form I like) It was spilling somethingon the table that I had to clean up, and I was either at Dad's house or Mom's old Stockton apartment. Other flashes seem to involve me and Richard making a list (on Dad's fridge) of something, buying candy bars that were long and with an orange wrapper, and doing something I think while at Disneyland but I can't be sure as I didn't see any Disney landmarks. Another part of the dream that was more vivid. I was apparently captured by pirates who for some superstitious reason, good luck or bad luck or whatever, they decided they wanted to tie me to their ship as their ship maiden on the front of the bow. I looked up and realized that they didn't have one, so guess what I became? Although I was tied up, I somehow had use of my arms and it felt like I could steer myself. We were paddling down a jungle river and I kept seeing crocodiles swim towards me and I kept calling out "Crocodile" or "Alligator" and "it's coming off the port bow!" I passed them without difficulty and they apparently didn't attack after I had passed them. The knowledge of a boat behind me was kinda fading away and I just felt like I was either wading through the water or in the front of a canoe or something. The alligators got smaller and more toy-like, at one point a black dog looking like Toto from Wizard of Oz came wading through the water yipping a little. I went through a tunnel and on the other side there were minatures like in Storybookland. Suddenly I felt as though I were now on a canalboat going on the Storybook boat ride. I wantedto take a closer look at 2 pictures that I saw. Without physically getting up or leaving the boat, I stopped and looked carefully at the 2 pictures mounted on top of the minatures. One looked like a young Walt Disney and the other I realized was a very small cross stitch of the first picture. After looking at them I moved forward into a building somewhat like a hotel counter with papers and booklet pads and calculators. (why calculators?) I talked to the lady behind the counter and she smild and congradulated me for seeing the cross stitch picture. As I left I saw a gift shop window that had other, larger cross stitch works. That's all I could remember on waking up. June 5th 2012 Trying to remember a very vivid dream but after a few hours at the polling place. The dream started like a printmaking club meeting and evolved into a kind of nightmarish Ghost Whisperer episode... (a day later I actually wrote the dream down) Started like a Print Club meeting, Dad was picking me up as we were saying goodbye but the other members were clustered around and listening to something Ms Santee was saying. I in the backseat of an already moving car, somehow managed to open the driver’s side door but could not get out. The dream had a movie shot of Dad hitting the brakes and the car screeching to a stop. It was daytime and I got out the passenger side and ran up to the school (not a school I recognize) all because I realized that I had not yet cleaned out my locker and it was the last day of school. (This is particularly bizarre, because I’m sure this was a high school and I did not go to a high school, I was home-schooled. Even though I’m in college now, I almost never have my own locker...) I think I got distracted by an artistic contest thing going on and I tried to make my own art entry quickly so I could get this rubber stamp texture thingy that I liked. I kept trying to find my locker but I seemed to be walking in a maze and passing other students some that were working on their own art projects. The structure of the school kept changing on me, I would walk downstairs and end up in a different building, I took the elevator up and wound upon the floor 0 which seemed to be an ice cold basement freezer! I realized that the ghost of a young girl was making this happen. She had long stringy wet hair and sunken angry eyes. I kept shouting at her trying to make her stop while I kept looking around. Finally I realized my cell phone was ringing. It was Dad who said he was going home without me! I pleaded with the ghost who finally helped me find the locker and there was Dad right next to it! I opened my locker and took out some papers and books and some old food and rotten bananas. I took what I wanted from the locker, embarrassed about the bananas. On the locker door was my art thing. A collage with various metal things on it including a heart cut out of a solid quarter coin! It said something like ‘To the only person in school from whom I actually learned something.’ As I left I saw her parents with a picture of her weeping. I had just decided to give them the art piece when I woke up. June 6th 2012 I had a dream sort of like an alternate Little Mermaid, where Eric didn’t marry Ariel. At times I felt like part of the action and other times like I was watching a movie. At first I was swimming in a pool but the water was very dirty so when I opened my eyes underwater, it was all cloudy and brown, but the water still felt nice and warm, the pool looked a bit like my Grandmother’s backyard swimming pool, it was especially vivid right by the diving board at the deep end, left corner of the pool closest to her house. At this point it turned more into a movie. A girl first with brown hair and brown or blue eyes hugged Ariel and there was a kind of musical girlish reunion thing. Then the girl started talking about wishing she had a sister with red hair and blue eyes and started talking about wild possibilities of how she could have her wish. Ariel knew that Eric was the girl’s father and that she still loved him. She swam down to the bottom of the... pool? The sea? She was talking to the girl who could I guess breathe underwater... and who now looked way different. Short blondish boy hair with black undertones and brown or green eyes with black eyeliner around them. Ariel was telling this girl about how her father was the human she had loved but that he had married this girl’s mother instead. Ariel told about how she had attempted to film herself underwater and had an accident that had made her look ugly and scary. Flashback to the girl hovering over Ariel in the pool, Ariel turns around and is frightened by the girl. Ariel motions needing to go but how can she leave when she’s in a pool? She pushes herself out of the corner of the pool, turns around and flops into a nearby hot tub, then Ariel takes out a small pink potion and either drinks it or pours it into the hot tub. The hot tub glows bright pink for a moment and Ariel strides out of the tub on human legs. The girl thinks to herself about whether Ariel could turn her into a mermaid. Then a long camera shot shows both the pool and hot tub at night, and slowly pans up to Eric’s castle where the lights are all on and a feast is being eaten. The girl with blonde hair runs in wearing a pink dress, Eric her father is eating at one table, the girl takes the other table and sits down, the backs of hers and Eric’s chairs are touching and they can talk to each other that way. Eric greets her and tells her that the chef prepared her favorite foods and to eat them before they got cold. Across the table a butler lifts up the plate covers and shows spaghetti with 4 huge meatballs and she smiles but first she wants to tell him about a friend she met, someone who taught her a lot. She starts singing an operatic version of Someday my Prince will Come in a fast paced beat and Eric started to recognize it. That was when I woke up thinking, ‘Hey, that’s Snow White’s song...’ June 7th 2012 Had a vague dream that I kinda wish was true. Richard and I had come into a lot of money, about a thousand dollars. As usual, I wanted us to save it while Richard wanted us to split it 50/50, so he could spend his half. I added up all the money we had and realized that we had enough to get our own apartment. We both decided to find our apartment and move into it before Dad came home in a few weeks. So I was looking through newspapers which for some reason had a lot of Disney in them and saw that an old theater was up for rent. Another dream, or perhaps a flash from the first dream. I was in an old apartment or house that other people kept barging into! I would be going around the house in a normal way and then I’d hear a door slam and call out who was there. Two or three people would come in, do something, look at me strangely, and walk out. One black guy who turned out to be a cop, looked like the black actor Michael Clark Duncan. He stood with me and we had a kind of standoff to stop all the trespassers who were by now, starting to turn violent. I think one girl went crazy and I was either trying to tie her up or trying to strangle her one or the other... I think she ended up dying. I can’t really recall anything after that, but when I woke up this morning, I didn’t think I had any dreams that night! I guess I had started trying to block it out. I had a long time after this where I didn't write down any dreams I had.
Updated 10-23-2012 at 03:53 AM by 58473
Non-Dream Dream Lucid I wasn't every to recall every part of the non-lucid part of the following dream which was unusually long for a lucid. So, I paraphrased it a bit based on what I do remember. I was at a train station. It was mostly light rail but there was occasionally heavy rail too. As I'm sitting there a car that looks like a caboose derails and nearly hits me! A tall, skinny man comes out and apoligizes for the incident. Before I knew it, I was outside on a box holding two flowers with the man and a boy. The box starts to fly into the air and the man talks about how this is the best flight he's ever been on. Eventually the box lowered and the two departed. I decided I still wanted to fly though so I jumped up and started flying again. When I start thinking how I usually only fly in my lucid dreams, I realize I'm dreaming. I decide to take this chance to test out a few abilities. I try to shoot lightning out of my eyes but it doesn't work. Then, I turn my hand into the shape of a gun. I am able to shoot small lasers out! When they come out they have an accompaning "teeoo" sound. As I'm still flying, I try to fly faster upwards by imagining rockets on my feet. It doesn't seem to work. But, as I look around to see where I am, I realize I'm in outer space with half the earth in my field of view! I decide I want to head back down to earth so I quickly dive back down through the atmosphere. As I notice the vast ocean, my dream fades away and I wake up.
10-10-2012 -- I'm doing a new quest on Runescape, that seems to involve chasing around a moving crate that kind of looks like one of the Penguins from Hide and Seek. I am in a building, and I have to get to the crate, which is in another part of the building. unfortunately to get there, you have to get past various guards patrolling the area, much like getting the herbs in the troll kitchen in the My Arm's Big Adventure quest, or getting the vampire disguise in the Branches of Darkmeyer quest. I'm not having much luck, since they keep catching me, injuring me, and throwing me out. It seems you have to sneak into one room, find and throw a switch that unlocks a secret corridor in another part of the building, then sneak back out and find that corridor. And they keep catching me. You can withstand a couple of brief touches from them, but they keep surrounding me and bringing me down, and I'm not managing to find the hidden lever in the first room! They throw me out yet again, and I am thinking I need to get the invisibility robes I got from an earlier quest ... those ought to keep me from being seen. That will let me get a lot further. I find myself on Gatlin, right near Orange Avenue in Orlando, which feels like it is pretty close to Al Kharid. My car is here, so I am searching it for the robes. I am reaching into my car and grabbing handfuls of nothing, and trying to believe in the robes enough to make them real as I try to pull nothing over myself to wear. Problem is, things are changing to where I am standing next to my car in my underwear, trying to get dressed. The car is parked behind several others blocking them in at a house where they seem to be having a party. A girl I really liked from high school is walking out to try and drive off, as I struggle to get dressed in a Subway t-shirt that seems to be about three sizes too small. I just want to get out of here! Soon I find myself in a different part of the game, very dark and dismal, with a lot of stunted, twisted trees around. Now it very much feels like I am in Morytania. The dream seems to be half ectoplasm-related, and half connected to another dream I had a couple of years ago. It somehow seems to involving digging stuff up and burying stuff in a graveyard, right near a bush, while filling two gallon jugs with ectoplasm. Problem is, the jugs are turning from ectoplasm to urine. There's also something about a building collapsing. One of the bad guys who I have been fighting against through several quests has decided to retire, and give me a very big reward because of how great an opponent I've been. Problem is, I have no room to receive it because of all the clutter. So I find myself trying to stack the (now) large flasks of urine to keep them out of the way. The flasks keep changing. They started looking like gallon milk jugs, then turned into an erlenmeyer-type-flask, and now they look like traffic cones that have somehow been sealed and stacked together. Somehow, the pressure in the cones, combined with expansive property of the urine allows you to attach another cone and somehow kind of siphon off some of the content into another cone. But soon the stack is leaking, and when I try to grab another cone to try and siphon off some of the urine, it in one of those short, stubby cones that almost seems like a toy next to the full-sized ones. Still, it's worth a try. The problem is, the cone is smaller, and can't seal properly, and suddenly the whole thing shifts and the entire front of my shirt is covered in urine. Yuck! Somebody walks up to me and asks what is going on, and as I turn around I am very surprised to discover it is the 10th Doctor. "What's going on is that I stink," I tell him. And it is certainly true at that moment. More and more people are arriving in what now almost seems like a classroom, and most of them seem to be magic users from the Harry Potter world, but almost none of them are actual characters we know from the books. One of them keeps asking me to defend something I said, and starts to attack me verbally. I ignore him. He keeps it up, and suddenly I grab him and swing a punch at his stomach. I am moving very slowly, because I do not have any intention of actually hurting him. I gently push my fist into his stomach, then keep pushing, until he bends over my arm like I'd really slammed him in the gut, even though it is in slow motion. "I see," he says, "you can defend yourself. But that's not really what I meant." Meanwhile, the Doctor is standing next to Harry, who almost seems to be having some sort of fit or seizure, shaking on the ground, embarrassed and hurt. I don't know what is going on, but the Doctor seems to be helping him. Soon I find myself in the cafeteria, looking over a tray with some prepared desserts. It is interesting, because there are some small cannoli or something for most of the students, with a larger cannoli (perhaps 50%) bigger for staff members. And a large cake perhaps 8 times larger than the staff member servings labeled for Ron Weasley, and the rest of us start joking about the human garbage disposal.
May 31st 2012 Well it was definitely a school dream and almost a false awakening too. I dreamt I was going to school for at least a few days I think I dreamt about the first few days of summer semester but I only really remember a dental class where we were supposed to take care of our teeth. Mine were bad, we had the doctors take pictures of our teeth and measured plaque levels day by day, mine were like 25 just around the gum lines, very bad according to the professor he sounded like the main host of the show The Doctors. I feel like I went to that dental class three times but the other classes I don’t recall. At one point the dentist/teacher offered to roll up my skeins of knitting yarn but he seemed annoyed by having to do it, so I did it myself and listened to his lecture, something about it taking 11 days for your mouth to achieve a fully clean feeling. Afterwards the doc gave me some foods to eat for my lunch, one was a plain bologna sandwich, another looked like cow tongue… and a third… I forget. I ate, but after looking at a clock that said 10:20 and wondering if I was missing my other class, I rushed outside but I didn’t know which room I was in so I headed for the library computers to look for my class schedule, but when in there I pulled out a ball of yarn, a notepad, a paintbrush covered in melted chocolate and sand that I kept wiping on the notebook. Then the girl next to me wanted to see my picture and while I showed them to her I daydreamed about her being a princess and dancing to the dance of hours, I also daydreamed about the show space cases and the Thelma robot in the episode about the Problematic Schedule. I started writing what Commander Goddard would’ve done to Ms. Davenport. I totally forgot to log in but I tried to log in unsuccessfully. Then Richard and I were at home setting fire to a ball of new yarn that melted. I dunked it in water and the colors it had were fantastic! I had two other dreams after falling back asleep. One was like some scene from a sitcom involving multiplying 0.49 by 3 to get 1 but it just ended up being a smaller number. This one idiot kept trying to prove he was right by jumping out the window! He wasn’t hurt after falling off a two story building twice! After a while a woman came out offering cheap plastic bracelets I saw two I wanted but after picking up a pink and black one I saw one with the same colors I had on, also the same colors as my knitted scarf the pastel blues and purples and pale teal blue. I woke up after that one but before that, I had another dream, very strange. Sort of a Beauty/ Beast dream, where Richard, a beast and another shy guy (looked like a kid from my printing class named Bobby) were all competing for my attentions. The Beast seemed intimidating, Richard was simply coercing, Bobby I appeared to meet at a theater opera singing Be Our Guest and he sat next to me talking. Then he gave me a very shy closed mouthed kiss. I ended up bouncing back and forth between Bobby who I thought was sweet, Richard who I felt obligated to stay with and the Beast whom I pitied with tears in my eyes. Each time I had almost decided on one, one of the other two would convince me to choose them. I seem to recall seeing Richard and Bobby around the front of the Adult School. I don’t believe I got to make a decision before I woke up. Random side note: Can somebody explain to me why the edit feature on this dream journal keeps scrolling me to the top of my entry when I'm trying to add on the bottom of the entry?
10-11-2012 -- [Time to play catch-up. Have been dreaming for the last five days, but haven't got anything posted. So again my mind sends me a dream neat enough to force me to get off my butt. Its also slightly dirty, but not that much, more suggestive. So I'll get this one, and hopefully all else from the last five days posted today.] I'm in the Hickory house, and my room is the second bedroom in this dream, though I don't spend any time in it. I have been cleaning it out, and just tossing boxes into the kitchen, but now there are so many old, empty boxes that you can't get to the cupboard or the garage. So I am trying to stack the boxes together to take as many out at once as I can. I think I end up carrying about seven boxes (including a pizza box) in two hands. Somehow I find myself in a big area that kind of reminds me of the outside entrance to the lower level of the Buena Park Mall that was located near Sears behind Newberry's. There is one shop entrance in the immediate area, with the cage-like gate that rolls down to block the entrance at night kind of acting like a mouth. It drops violently with a loud bang which causes dust to rise, the room to shake, and the pillars in the corridor next to the store to look like they are going to collapse and bring the corridor down. I suddenly find myself in an episode of the Simpsons, sort of. I am standing in the living room of the Simpsons' house on Evergreen Terrace. Bart and Milhouse are running around playing, but they are being watched by Lois Griffin in a fairly skimpy and quite lacy slip. The kids are doing something they shouldn't, or talking about something they've done that is really terrible (along the lines of literal attempted murder or worse), and some sort of voice-over narrator is talking about a hidden camera in the very roof of the house that is going to catch everything. The camera pans to the ceiling, zooming through a large hole that somehow looks like it belongs, and it almost feels like I am flying up there to have a look, though I don't. It is just the camera technique. Either way, we're being shown the angle from the camera in the ceiling, and regardless of what the narrator is saying, the angle is wrong to actually see anything the kids are doing. Heh. Still, this narrative voice out of nowhere is slightly frightening, even if we characters can only hear it kind of subconsciously, and Lois is kind of leaning back in my arms for a little comfort, and she is really quite sexy in the dream. As the kids continue to play, I start to lead her through the house looking for somewhere we can have a little fun. We soon find ourselves in a huge bathroom with multiple showers (kind of like a locker room) and I'm just about to have some fun when Bart and Milhouse walk in. "Are you guys gonna do it?" he asks, "because I'm gonna watch!" So much for that. Guess I just have to settle for some light kissing. Phooey. Soon we're sitting at a long table in a large room, and Bart and Milhouse start to give a presentation on what they've been doing. It is long-winded, rambling, and terribly boring. The length and comprehension of the 'report' is more what you would expect from Lisa, but it is both boring, and impossible to understand. Bart has even gotten lots of collateral materials to present to us, so much more involved than anything you would expect from him. Too bad it is all nonsense. He brings in two more people to 'help' with the presentation. One looks like a Simpsons version of Lisa Tuttle from Saved by the Bell, the other is a quite attractive blonde with a fairly large bust. The voice-over announcement is back, and says something about the girl looking like Marilyn Monroe, but thinking she is Bette Ford because that's the clinic she's been in. Lois says "Marilyn?" and I kind of repeat the voice-over and the Bette Ford Clinic part, and she replies "I heard that part," in a slightly annoyed voice, though she is still in my arms. At this point the woman is standing by a trash can, routing through it. As Bart is still rambling on, I grab some of the collateral material, and find myself looking at a refrigerator magnet about the size of the magnetic calendars that Hosanna Printing did one year, but with an advertisement for whatever it is Bart is talking about on it, instead. (I think it is some sort of movie he is making, but again, nothing makes sense.) Problem is, he's done his usual half-arsed job on it. The magnets are at angles, sticking out from under the ad, with extra glue spilled everywhere and dried out. Very unprofessional looking. I try to call Bart over to talk to me, but he doesn't want to come near me, fearing I am going to choke him like Homer would. I just plan to have a discussion with him about focus, and goals, and whatever it is he is trying to accomplish, but in truth I fear the entire presentation has no point, and he is probably just doing it to annoy us. Bart has tried to hide by dropping to the floor, and the blond has joined him there and they are messing around. By the time she gets back to her feet, one of her breasts is hanging out of her loose, low-cut green top. I ignore it. As I try to talk to Bart, suddenly the blonde is half-lying on the table, completely nude, legs spread, showing off all her bits. Actually doing this in front of a couple of little kids makes it far more disturbing than erotic. I get kind of excited, but not about her nudity, specifically. "I never thought I'd get to say something like this in an episode of the Simpsons," I begin, "but I don't care if we are on Fox, that's never going to make it past the censors!" The blonde is now gone, and Lois is asking me what I am talking about. She was looking at a brochure that was part of Bart's materials, and didn't see the girl showing herself on the table, so I'm explaining about her showing her bits, all of her bits. About that time, Flanders walks in, and I'm thinking if he were just a few seconds earlier, he would have lost his mind! He's trying to understand this presentation of Bart's, as well, and has decided to try to take a disc from the computer on the table. The computer is a very odd model, and seems none-too-stable. It is slightly rocking on the table, and as Ned tried to open the disc drive door, it somehow kind of snaps at him. Before our eyes it is slowly changing. It is still a computer, but more and more it is a computer that looks and acts like a cartoon-style robot dog. At this point we're all still at the table, but it is set up in that entrance corridor at the Buena Park Mall, and as Flanders reaches for the disc drive again, the robot dog sends some sort of radio signal, and the roll down cage door thing on the one present store front starts to snap down with another big bang. The room shakes, the dust starts rising, and the pillars are shaking terribly, and Ned bolts down the corridor in fright!
I remember talking to D on the phone about something random....and hanging up and thinking "wait....are we friends again now?".
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