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House of the About To Be Dead
I am in a castle, I look around the room I am in. In spite of having had recent dreams of Hogwarts, that is not what comes to mind first here. I am thinking I am in the process of designing a video game. I am designing one of the levels, this castle will be a great setting. So right now I am looking around the level, trying to see where I want to put enemies and items and stuff like that. I place the enemies all over the place, and then I decide to do a run through to see how my AI on the enemies is working. So as the level starts, the enemies attack me, so I grab a weapon and fight back. There are weapons lying around, so I am able to use the in-game weapons to fight. Most of them are melee weapons, but I also find a gun or two. Ammo is rare so I have to conserve it. As I explore the castle I see there are enemies where I don't remember putting them. I think that is great, that means the AI of the game is making the enemies track me down to attack. I kill some more of the enemies and then I see someone else is in there with me, not one of the enemies. I look closer and see Walms killing enemies. Wait a minute…. Walms? Time for a RC! I am dreaming!

Now I am lucid and watching Walms kill enemies, making quite a gory scene of it as well, it looks like he might be eating some of them… I resume killing enemies, just because I am dreaming doesn't mean they don't need to die, and I finally make my way over to where Walms is. It looks like he is going to attack me, but then he stops, apparently seeing that I'm not one of the enemies. He makes some kind of comment to me, I say I was going to see if he could use a song spell… say gravity maybe, since I don't remember seeing him use that in a dream, and I am wanting to know more about DT… Walms just looks impatient, he says ok, but he'll only show me once, there are too many people to kill to waste much time. If I need more help, it will have to be another time. He goes through these steps relatively slowly, it looks like part of him briefly teleports and then reappears, and an enemy on the other side of the room is suddenly in two pieces… it looks like the enemy got cut open by some sharp claws, which I see Walms has formed. Ok, so I will try duplicating that… I select an enemy and try to do the same thing… epic fail. The result is my arm on the other side of the room, still holding an in game sword I had found, and flopping on the ground erratically while the enemy watches it in a totally confused state. For some reason this strikes me as particularly hilarious, and I crack up laughing. Walms is looking at me like I have completely lost it, and then he goes back to killing things. I grow a new arm. I want to try that DT again, but it didn't work so well last time. I have an idea. I look at the enemy who is watching my severed arm flop about. I pick up a sword on the ground near me, then I open a portal… just big enough for the sword to fit through… and I make the destination of the portal right behind the enemy. I shove my sword into the tiny portal, it emerges from the other end and impales the enemy. I pull the sword back and the portals close.

I am pleased with that, so I do it some more. One of the enemies looks like my ex boyfriend, James. He is trying to say he still loves me, which I don't believe. Walms enters the room and is killing stuff. James says some insulting stuff about Walms, I don't remember what, and Walms gives him a dirty look. I tell Walms that this one is mine, I'll take care of him. Walms continues on his way, killing another enemy. James says he wants me to call him IWL, I say it's not going to happen. He says he really wants me to call, he misses talking to me and wants to… *glurg* Now he looks like he's about to be sick. I follow his path of vision and see Walms eating an enemy, James seems pretty grossed out by that. I find this to be hilarious, too, and I start laughing again. I tell James to be gone before Walms decides he looks like a tasty snack. James scoffs at that, saying I know perfectly well that he can… I slip my hidden blade through a tiny portal that opens behind James' neck… and thus stab him. I wake up here.

Designing the Moon
I am designing some more of my game. I am on the moon, with Nomad, and he is helping me design the game. I am working with a strange sort of biological machine, I am thinking this is normal, it is merely one of the utilities in the game design program I am using now. Nomad and I are discussing what we want to do on the moon, how we want to set things up, Nomad wants to start by terraforming the moon. Ok, that works, so we need to decide what areas we will have. I suggest different areas based on different elements, like a fire area, an earth area, an air area, etc. Nomad says that sounds awesome, and says we can start with the forest area. I am thinking of how the game can flow, and I am coming up with a vicious circle where each element needs one of the other elements and there isn't really any place to start. I am taking to Nomad about setting up the game so it will work smoothly, he seems a bit confused by the fact I am talking about video games, but he seems to play along for now. Upon finally coming to the conclusion that the earth level would be first, Nomad asks why I am talking about making a video game… I tell him this video game will be epic, with all these territories, it will make an excellent MMORPG. Nomad smiles and says that is awesome, we would make an MMORPG area for dreamers. I am a bit confused at first, then I think of something and tell him it is a great idea to use dreams to design parts of the game, maybe even most of it. Nomad says yeah, we should use dreams… dreams like this one! I look at him in a puzzled manner, he tells me this is a dream. That isn't making sense, I tell him we are designing a video game, not a dream…

Space Ark
I am with MoSh in the landing bay of the tower on the moon, we are going to go somewhere Q has told us about. I am lucid for the first time, and thinking I can't wait to see what kind of place Q has found this time. We get in our ships, MoSh gets in his ship with Asuka, I get in mine with Basara, and we launch from the tower. Before we have gone far we find a wormhole that Q has created, and we fly through the wormhole to a distant area of space. There is now a fleet of ships near us, ships flying through space going to somewhere I don't know. We fly over towards the fleet, and I see fighter ships around that look like the ships on Starfox… There is also one huge ship that looks like a section of a planet under a dome, the other ships are all flying around that one, which seems to be the one to be protected above all others. We make contact with them, and they give us permission to land, making me wonder if Q has been here before us to tell them we are coming… We land in the landing area, and there are some people there, they are talking about what the ship is for. Apparently they were able to get warning of their star going supernova, so they constructed this space ark, with a section of every kind of habitat from their home world and also a selection of all the different animals, so they would be able to start over on a new world. He says most of the space ark is wilderness, and they have to take care of everything to make sure no life is lost on the way to their new home.

Back to the Drawing Board
I am in a strange room, I know I am there to continue designing a video game, no doubt the one I was working on earlier. I am working on a puzzle part of the game now, testing it out to make sure it is working properly. The way to solve the puzzle is to step only on certain tiles and in the right order and use those tiles to reach the other side of the room. I do the jumps necessary to get across the room, I am wondering if it is the proper difficulty. Does it need to be harder? Easier? Have a difficulty setting? I'll have to give that some thought. When I am almost to the other side, I notice something wrong with one of the animated parts… there is a fan in a vent that is wobbling instead of spinning properly. So I get out of the game and enter a modeling mode, moving over to the fan and adjusting the size and shape of it to make it fit better. While I'm in the modeling mode, I adjust some walls and start adding a new room. In the new room there are two bodies that appear to be dead but will come to life and attack. This fact is actually betrayed by a slight twitch in the bodies that gives away the fact they aren't really dead. Now I just have to test to make sure they come to life at the right place to make the game challenging without making it impossible.

I'll get to the DEILD in a second, but first, yesterdays semi successful WILD attempt.

Failed WILD To School
It was my first time trying to do a WILD. I was using the same tactics as explained by YoshiKing, for an afternoon nap. Later in the process, my body was becoming numb and I was trying to imagine my subconscious self walking down a hallway. I could feel myself going deeper and deeper into my mind when suddenly, next thing I remember was myself walking down a hallway in a school. I seem to have missed all the exciting thing before heading into a dream. That being said, I was only very semi lucid and couldn't really control much of my dream. I then headed into a classroom with as lot of familiar faces from my high school days back in the US. Can't really remember much after that.
Dream sign would be seeing familiar faces from highschool. I currently live in Singapore, 8,500 miles away from my home in the US where see none of the people I use to know.

Cookies To 'Pandora'
Okay, later the same day, as I was preparing to sleep for the night, I thought I would try to WILD again. But soon I realized that I would not be able to do it with my hubby snoring next to me. I love him so much, but just wanted to 'accidentally' bump him so he would wake up and not be snoring. Decided against it and went to sleep. I don't really remember the dream I had except I had received an award, and the award was some kind of bumpy silvery broach looking thing that was quite pretty. Next thing I knew, I was half awake and decided to go back to sleep with the intention of having a LD. It worked! I, maybe 75%, knew I was in a dream when I started to see some familiar faces from back in the US. I also had pretty good control over my dream self and acted on my own will for the most part. She(friend from US) was making some cooking for an event and I decided to help her, since she seemed a bit grumpy. Could feel her negativity. So, I started to help her and her mood didn't get any better, but what was cool was I could feel and smell the cookie dough. Lumpy, sticky, mushy feel with a sugary flour smell =D After that, my dream self wanted a change of scenery, so I walked out a door and I was in a dense tropical/temperate forest. I saw this ancient stone bridge covered in vines that connected two cliffs. I told myself that there are dinosaurs here and that a brontosaurus was coming and I didn't want to be stepped on. So I climbed up the cliff edge and then onto the stone bridge, but instead of a brontosaurus appearing, a female humanoid about the same size as me jumped onto the bridge from the tall surrounding flora. She looked like a mix between Protoss from Starcraft and Na'vi from Avatar. The skin was a pale, fleshy pink/purple color. She then called out and said to follow her before the bridge collapsed. Which it then started to as we both hurried to the other side. There, was a community of these Protoss Na'vi people, male and female wearing tribal-like clothing. The buildings were very primitive and made use of the surrounding flora, trees, bushes, etc. I saw the males lying on the dirt ground talking with each other and showing off their muscles to me while the women were sitting at some sort of open eating place gossiping to each other and staring at me and the males while drinking something. For some reason I started to say something along the lines of how beautiful the males were and how the females were also beautiful but the males were more beautiful than them. The females then grimaced at me.
This dream was fairly realistic =D

I did a morph of the female humanoid I saw in my dream and this is basically what she looked like only with a cloak over her head:
w/ hair - http:--i11.photobucket.com/albums/a189/milky_way_sora/Humanoidinmydream11-10.jpg
w/o hair - http:--i11.photobucket.com/albums/a189/milky_way_sora/makeover.jpg
(copy the link and replace -- with // )

Okay, that's it!
Please post comments on what you think about my entry =)

Harry Potterness

I remember walking through some weird catacombs with Asuka and Ron from harry potter. When we neared the exit Ron gave us strange shirts to wear so that we could blend in. Ron told us that we couldn't travel to hogwarts by magic train because we had traveled back in time so we had to buy a plane ticket. We left the catacombs and I noticed that we were in a Nazi Germany setting. I walked straight ahead and didn't make eye contact with anyone. I walked into the airport and was waiting in line to buy a ticket. Asuka was ahead of me. I wondered if I still had enough money to buy a ticket... when it was my turn to go up and pay for my ticket... I woke up.

I decided to re-read my dream journal and I not only realized that there have been even more precognitive connections that have occurred. I also remembered this morning 3 dreams from a couple of weeks ago, but I cannot remember if it was something that happened while I still was keeping the journal or if it was from after I stopped.

Precognitive: I mentioned going to a party with a girl named Bella that I had met twice. I saw her two more times in the past two weeks (after not seeing her for two years).

Random connection: I realized that the teacher in one of the last dreams I wrote about before I left for a while (about the wedding) actually looked a lot like WakingNomad.

Dream 1: A group of friends and I were in Japan. We were shopping and running through this mall that was purple and matrix-esque (though I have never in my life seen the Matrix so I actually have no idea why I think that). We were trying to buy things for a party we were all having together. I also kind of feel like we were in the part of Monster's Inc where they have the doors on those clothesline like things but we were using them for transportation.

Dream 2: A boy I liked and a couple of people and I were at what I thought was Knott's Berry Farm. It also felt like it was the theme park on the Santa Monica Pier but it was supposed to be Knott's. We decided to work there and we were in charge of running this small white rollercoaster. We just were walking around the track area for a while and then the boy I liked took his lunch break without me. For some reason it really hurt my feelings.

Dream 3: I was on a field trip to knott's berry farm but we weren't allowed outside, we just had to stay in this giant tent that we shared with another school. There was a section in the front with silverware and some tables that was mostly for us and was about an eighth of the size of the whole tent. I remember runing back and forth the length of the tent and the other school getting mad.

None of those were from the same night or recent at all, they just came to me today but I remember knowing of them in the past. It's kind of weird.

I gave up on my dreams. As cheesy as it may sound in a normal context, it is a much more mundane thing to say on these forums.

I still have my goals for the future, I haven't lost my way, but I have lost the time (for the past couple of months at least) to write in my dream journal. I told myself I would be good this time, that I would write up my dreams every day. I was good for a while but then it turned to writing a weekly digest of my dreams and then I just got lazy. I truly was excited about the Shared Dreaming class but I let AP Chemistry and friendship problems derail me from the class (though they probably were more important in the long run considering I can still learn shared dreaming). I feel ashamed to have given up so quickly.

I am trying again though. I still am as interested in dreams as ever (possibly even more) and I am going to try even harder this time to stay on track. With almost every thing I do I fail the first time and subsequently get closer and closer to succeeding. What began as writing down about one dream every six months and giving up after that one night in the fourth grade blossomed into writing a detailed dream journal every day (with multiple dreams each day) for weeks. One could say I've been building up my dream journaling stamina. Hopefully I'm ready for the marathon this time.

That's it, I just wanted to state that I'm coming back and that I hope to disappoint myself less this time.
xo. jessietea

I am in a place I don't recognize… or wait a minute… it does look a bit familiar. It is a circular room that looks like the interior of a castle, with ornate arches across the domed ceiling and colorful tapestries hanging on the stone walls. There is a large wooden door on one side of the room, from beyond which I can hear a lot of talking, it sounds like a party going on in there. But I'm in a castle! I have to get photos! I look for my camera, I can't find it… ok… I look for my phone, for my iPod Touch. Both not there. I know they should be in my purse, but I don't see my purse around! Did I really leave my purse somewhere without taking at least one of those things out? I must have… in response to that discovery I drop a loud expletive, "Ah, SHIT!" The circular room has quite a few people in it, and quite a few of them stop talking and turn towards me as I drop that loud expletive. I also hadn't realized that someone had come into the room from beyond the wooden doors, I have been too busy looking for cameras and phones and iPods. A woman over by the door said loudly that whoever had said that would need to watch their language when in her house. I mutter, "What the fuck?" a bit louder than I intend to, and the woman says that one isn't acceptable, either.

Now I am wondering who the prude is, so I make my way through the people to where I can see. I hear another woman off to my left say, "She's got to be fucking kidding…" and apparently the woman heard that, too, as she responded and said she was absolutely not kidding. What the heads of the other houses allow is up to them, but she would not have such vulgarity in her house. In her house? Well, what difference would that make? It's not like I'm going to be moving in with her, or at least I don't think I will be… I notice the person who cursed after I did, and I recognize her right away, it's Tigress! I walk over to Tigress and say hello, she also says hello, and now the woman up front is continuing and talking about some other stuff, but I'm not listening. Tigress is bitching about the woman, about her view on cursing, she says McGonagall can't be serious… this is a school, not a church, and if she wants to fucking curse she will fucking curse and there's nothing they can fucking do about it. These expletives go unnoticed, as the woman is talking. I am about to say something when it registers to me that she just said McGonagall… I comment about Professor McGonagall from the Harry Potter series, and Tigress said of course it is her, she's always the one. I finally complete my search for a place where I can see the woman, and sure enough, it is Professor McGonagall… I do a double take at that. Tigress asks who I expected to see there…

Whatever McGonagall has been saying, she is done now, and opens the door so all of us can file through the door into a large room that has been decorated for a party. There are large tables with a lot of people sitting at them, everyone there looks like they recently graduated high school, so this place must be a college of some kind, though Professor McGonagall indicated we were at Hogwarts. Apparently the idea of being at Hogwarts is not a strange thing to me, as it doesn't trigger a reality check. I figure J.K. Rowling must have just fudged in her stories a bit to avoid things being too close of a match. (Ok, I know everyone rationalizes in dreams, but give me a break!) McGonagall lines us all up in front of the room to begin the sorting process, which is done with the sorting hat just like in the Harry Potter books… I see several people I know get sorted into their appropriate houses. Tigress gets sorted into Ravenclaw, and I find myself wondering if they are doing it on purpose to annoy McGonagall when one of the guys there stands up and adds a loud, "FUCK YEAH!" to the cheering. I am up next, and for the same reasons as the last Harry Potter dream, I get the hat to place me in Slytherin. That way I will be closest to those needing healing. I go over to the appropriate table and sit down in an open area, not paying much attention to the people welcoming me over. I can tell some of them are genuinely giving me a friendly welcome, but I feel a lot of negative energy as well. This is definitely where I need to be.

I am sitting there for a bit longer until someone sits beside me. I look to my right and see Crabb sit down, then Draco sits down between Crabb and me… Goyle is behind me, he tells me to move, I tell him to fuck off. Crabb is snickering, Goyle says I am in his seat… I tell him again to fuck off unless he wants to try to take my seat, which if he does want to do that, go ahead. It could prove to be entertaining. Goyle doesn't seem to know how to follow through to get his seat, he looks dumbly at Draco, who tells him to go find some other seat, the food is the same everywhere. Goyle stammers the word, "But…" for a bit before Draco tells him to go find a seat, adding that Goyle is making himself look even stupider than normal. Finally Goyle wanders off to some other place. There is food, there is a lot of it, but I really don't feel much like eating… at least not until dessert breaks me out of my brooding. There is chocolate involved! I have the idea I won't have any problem with getting fat or other things, so I rather make a pig of myself. There are a few people staring at me, but I really don't care. The chocolate is delicious, chocolate cakes, chocolate puddings, chocolate ice cream that didn't seem to be melting… a couple chocolate things I have never seen before…

After the meal is done and a few announcements have been made by Dumbledore, everyone is splitting off to go to their respective houses. I find Tigress as we are exiting the dining hall, and she says she'll see me around. I agree with her, we wave to each other, and head our own ways. We make our way down into the dungeon, which is where the dorm is. I am surprised that when we get to the dorm itself there are a bunch of adults waiting there, they are dropping off some things for students, kind of like the day at college when parents or other family members will help the students move into their new quarters. I notice Lucious Malfoy is talking to Draco, and I stand there watching them for a couple minutes. Then I hear talking from behind me, I look and see a man talking to Crabb, he is talking as if he is very angry about something, so I wonder what is up. I listen in on that for a while longer. The man, who I am thinking is Crabb's father, is telling Crabb to at least try to avoid being a total embarrassment this year. Crabb doesn't respond to that, and his father now says that he should know that is impossible, since everything Crabb does is an embarrassment… he turns to walk away from Crabb and walks right into me. I tell him the only embarrassing thing I see is him. He doesn't need any help embarrassing himself, he just has to come out in public. He says I should show some respect. I tell him if he can show me someone worthy of respect I will show some. He gives me a dirty look, Crabb says he really is an embarrassment, I tell him his dad is just compensating for his inadequacies in other areas. Crabb looks at me dumbly, his dad glares at me, and then storms out of the room. Crabb looks rather awkward, he says he doesn't need someone else to take care of his father. I ask who said I was doing it for him? Obviously his dad needed to be told off, so I did it. Nothing more to say.

Crabb disappears into the boys part of the dorms, and the parents are starting to leave, I notice Lucious looking at me strangely as he goes to leave the room. I wonder what is he looking at? I turn to go to the women's side of the dorms, but I can still feel him looking at me. I look back towards Lucious, and see he is still looking at me, but as soon as I turn he also turns and leaves the room through the hidden entrance to the dorms. I am still wondering what that means, or maybe it doesn't mean anything… most likely it doesn't mean anything. I am starting to feel a bit disoriented, and I think I must be tired, it has been a long day, so I go into the girls side of the dorms and find a bed that has my name on it, "Raven Knight," in a room with three other beds. I am getting really tired, so I lie down and fall asleep almost immediately… and when I fall asleep in the bed there, I wake up in my own bed.

Well starting a dream journal online did spark more activity.

Dream 1 Sarah Palin
I was making believe that I was parking a car. I knew I was not really in a car and when I wanted to get a better view I actually flew a good distance overhead and got a look around. It was getting pretty boring when I heard some commotion, some people were arguing and that "people should know how to use their rear-view mirrors."
Then I was outside a town hall type building and people were going inside expecting to see an event. I flew in and saw a guy up on the stage talking politics at the beginning of the event. Then he made a joke about "how she sees review-mirrors." At this point I knew he was talking about Sarah Palin and that everyone was laughing at her mistake. She then came up on stage and talked briefly but seemed a bit taken back but stuck to her prewritten script. Then she walked down off the stage to the audience where the guy that made the joke about her was sitting. He seemed to be a friend and liked her and was clapping happily.
At this point I flew up to the stag to get a better look at their faces. As I fly around I forget people can interact with me and was surprised that this guy stepped in front of me and started talking to me. He was in my way so I focused him out and saw right through him but he was still blathering away, when as I heard Sarah Palin start to chew the guy that made the joke about her OUT! She was really pissed and angry and I realized that no one has ever seen her like that, she always has that "pageant girl smile." I moved forward a bit and heard her say some more angry things to him and "Ya know what, you're fired!" What he worked FOR her? He looked confused and hurt as she stormed off to the exit. I was confused too and thought about how this was definitely going to make the news but then the thought came to me as if outside of me "no its just here."
Dutifully I awoke to record my dream. This is a trained response you can train yourself to do.

Dream 2 Cooking
I was cooking with some people and showed them how to use the back of a spoon like a knife to scoop butter out of its container.
Just a fragment did not awaken.

Dream 3 Office Life
There was a guy sitting in an office lounge looking unhappy. I wondered if I could do such a job and sat down next to him and pretended to work there too. When he got up to go to the computers so did I. The computer screen was big but the graphics were really cheap. After a while I got bored and thought "I can't do this!" and got up, that was the first time the guy I was following recognized me. I started to walk to the offices when a woman (blond, in her 20's, in a blue outfit) came to me and asked "can you get me a box of rubber-bands?" I was slightly miffed cuz I didn't really work there but she thought I did and I thought that I should at least try to see if I could do at least this part of this boring career. Then it occurred to me that I don't know this place at all, the rubber-bands could be anywhere. I rummaged through draws that looked like they could hold such stuff and found a glue container. As I started to bring this too her I thought "what a minute, she asked for rubber-bands, how can I expect to do this job if I can't even get this one task correct?" So I cheated a bit, I asked the office (the entity itself, everything has a consciousness) where the rubber-bands where. I received a picture in my mind, I went right to that room and to that draw and there they were. Happy at my success, I brought them to her and she thanked me and walked off. "pfft, this job sucks."
I awoke to record it. So much for an office life, I can cross that one off my list

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.
I had written down the night before a goal: Have 1 dream that is vividly remembered upon waking up. Write down at least a page on it. This goal was completed.

It all began in Homer. I decided to leave Homer and the restaurant to go traveling. I went south by means of thumb. All the way. I stayed in some kind of monastary, castle, or something in New Mexico. It turned out to be an insane house, which I found out in a lunch room. This kid brought me lunch. We talked, I don't remember what about. Then we escaped. The people were after us! I got hit in the leg by a tranquilizer gun, but stayed awake long enough to get away. We took the tranquilizer dart and began hitch-hiking North. I got a ride, then remember being in Quebec, Canada. I walked around with some others. It was night, and not winter. However, when I woke up, it had became winter. I remember the stores vividly. Each was the same shape, but a different color. However, it was night, and everything was closed. I went and must have slept, but I don't remember where. The next day, I walked through the buildings again, and took a photo of the image. I have a picture drawn, the buildings are storefronts, but all are like houses, the same shape.

The interesting thing about this dream, is I seem to remember it, even now, very vividly, but I don't remember many details. I have a very strong visual memory of this dream. It also makes me think of my father, who was French Canadian, and bipolar. I feel these were strong influences in this dream.

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.
These fragments are all on a single paper, with no date. I don't remember if there were multiple nights or multiple dreams in one night.

I woke up to me, narrating, "I can't drink, I can't drink, I can't drink". I had woken up very hung-over. I remember some characters. Stephen was there smoking pot. I denied his offer. I remember his pipe. I had a drawing of this on paper. I had just finished a talk with Daryl from The Office, but naked, for some reason. I was sleeping in the nude, which at that time was uncommon. I walked to his office through a department store of sorts, wrapped in a blanket. My green fuzzy one. I only went to have a cord spliced together. This dream was either before or after I spliced the Ethernet cord together from my neighbor running over it with the lawn mower. I wish I could remember his conversation. He was really wise, telling me all the right things.

I was walking out of work, into the mall parking lot. There I saw Halee, she came up and hugged me. She rubbed my back as well. She talked about working with her on a project protecting a plant cell with cancer.

I remember being chased. There was a man trying to get me every time, but I always got away. I was trying to make jello. I was in some office on the upper level, and ran down the stairs. I was a crustation, and when I escaped to the pond, I would evolve.

I was on a road trip with my Mom and sister, somewhere in Europe, perhaps Canada. We started going to the liquor store to get something. It was more than a liquor store, a grocery store. For some reason Naomi couldn't go to the liquor section, she wasn't 21 yet, but I was. Which is interesting, since she is 3 years older than I am. We walked around, deciding on something. There was an isle with all "Chris Dudd" sandalls. I specifically remember the logo saying Chris Dudd. I explained to Mom they were Jesus sandals. We got wine, 3 bottles. Then we left on foot and went on, ending up at some turnaround. There was a nice all-black car there. And lots of bums. I carried my netbook past them all. Probably my fear of getting it stolen, since I had just gotten the netbook.

The past few nights, I've had a few dreams in which famous people appear. Several of them have included musicians that I like plus the inexplicable appearance of Cameron Diaz. I've dreamt about famous people before. Usually I have a dream like this three or four times a year. But for whatever reason, it's happened a lot very recently. I'm not really a fan-boy or a celebrity watcher, and while I enjoy music a lot, I'm not the sort of person to obsess over stars. I guess because it's happened a few times and I've written it down here in my journal, it is on my mind more than usual and so I keep having these dreams. Sort of like a feedback loop. Anyway, I'm explaining that because I dreamt about Jimi Hendrix and about Bob Dylan again last night, and it's a little embarrassing that I keep having celebrities in my dreams. I thought about not recording it here since I'm disappointed in my apparent recent lack of imagination, but that wouldn't be honest, so here it is.


In which I help an elderly Bob Dylan navigate an airport and he asks me to dinner...


I'm at the airport in Austin. An elderly man in a cowboy hat gets off the plane. He appears to be about 90 and he walks with a cane. He is dragging a large suitcase but one of its wheels has broken and he is having difficulty balancing the luggage and his cane. I ask him if I can assist him and he gladly hands over his suitcase. I realize right away that it's a future Bob Dylan.

I help him to the escalator and he asks me about the local music scene. I tell him about a few gigs in town that I know of, but none of it interests him so I start suggesting restaurants instead. He's excited about the mole at Curra's. On our way to the bus stop, we must walk through a kindergarten classroom. The teacher makes us all line up at the door and demands that we wait with "bubbles and duck tails" which is teacher talk for putting air in your mouth and keeping it quiet and for crossing your hands behind your back. I struggle with pulling Bob Dylan's luggage while walking with my hands behind my back.

In the classroom, the kiddos sit at their tables as if they are immigration officials. They require us to color a picture before we can pass. They are impressed with my pencil shading and with Bob Dylan's color scheme. We tack our pictures on their blackboard and walk to the backdoor which exits at the bus stop. Just as we are about to exit, the teacher stops us and asks, "Aren't you Bob Dylan?" He looks embarrassed. I have not acknowledged that I recognize him yet. I jump in and answer, "Don't be silly. This is an old man who happened to sit next to me on the plane, that's all." The teacher and I laugh at how silly it'd be if Bob Dylan was flying coach.

Outside, Bob Dylan gives me his phone number and asks me if I'd like to come to dinner that night. I accept the invitation and feel really cool. But once I get home, I read on the news that a stalker is harassing him and that the authorities are looking for a woman who helped him carry his luggage at the airport. It turns out that the police think that I must have given the stalker his phone number in exchange for some money. I present myself at the police station and explain that I never gave his phone number out to anyone. They believe me, but it takes a few hours and I'm tired afterwards. I decide not to go to the dinner or to call Bob Dylan himself to explain. I figure the best thing to do is just to let it all go. Besides, I'm really tired of driving after flying and then dealing with the police, and I just want to get home.


In which I warn Jimi Hendrix about drugs...


I’m picking cotton and putting what I collect in the apron of my dress. I’m wearing pioneer clothes, including a bonnet and lace-up boots. It’s hot, and I look at the marigolds shining on the roof of my mud house. I wonder if cotton grows on the Great Plains and then realize that I’m in the past. I’ve time-traveled again, I think to myself, but I do not realize that I’m also dreaming. I drop the cotton and walk towards the mud house, looking for the time machine. I find a post hole in the ground before the house, make a wish, and jump in. I decide to attend the Monterrey Pop Festival.

I don’t remember seeing the show. Instead, the dream picks up after the concert. I’m standing in front of the stage, sweaty from dancing all night, when another time traveler approaches me. He asks if I’d like to go backstage with him. I agree, and am delighted to discover that he is buddies with Jimi Hendrix. We all go to a diner afterwards for waffles and coffee. Jimi Hendrix is smoking a lot. He’s wearing a purple feather boa and he tells me he likes my pioneer bonnet. I tell him that I’m a time traveler and that I got so interested in the concert that I did not have time to look for time-appropriate clothes. I then warn him to moderate his drug use.

He laughs and says, “There’s always three or four people at my concerts who claim to be time travelers, and they’re always telling me that.” Everyone at the table laughs.

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I went with the family of the Weeds (the television show) to a small town in Alaska, which I called Homer. However, it was not like Homer, AK at all. It had some big strip-mall thing for tourists, which we stayed in. The first night we wandered around to get pizza. Then when I was in line, this guy behind me with a mustache sorta keep getting as close as possible. Eventually, I shouted at him to give me space, that he was fucking crowding me! Then I asked for pepperoni with jalapeños. I got sausage with jalapeños instead. I added parmesan cheese which came out of the shaker really fast. This is good, I love parmesan cheese. Then I added red chilis. After, I ate it. I don't remember what it tasted like. Next I know, I am in a room Shane Botwin has found, a sort of secret room. He has colored all of the walls with patterns. He is playing calm music. I talk to him. There is at some point a bunch of names on a wall. With numbers next to them. They are friends of mine. I don't remember who, or what numbers. I feel like the numbers could have been an ordering of my friends. Then, somebody shows up and says there is a big party. The mustache guy is there too. I claim that I don't want to go, because I will smell like smoke to my Mom. (Perhaps I was traveling with Shane Botwin from Weeds, and my Mom) Then I decide to go. I go check it out. As I am walking there I see Scott H. I am so excited. I tell him I've got a surprise for him, and run off to wake Lance. Another friend of all of ours, but not previously in this dream. Lance doesn't want to wake, but I get him to and we go to the beach to where I saw Scott. There are all sorts of people from Arcata. I find Ki, I pick him up, and run toward the ocean. Throwing him right to the water's edge. We all gather, and eventually get into the PTJewser. KSO's in the back Scott next to me, Alex driving with Ki shotgun. I remember being so happy. We drive toward the party.

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Somehow I was invited to go to San Francisco at work. A guy named Danny tipped me personally. I worked as a waiter at that time. Sean, my boss, was also invited. We went together, but we couldn't find the 'city'. I believe I meant downtown San Francisco by this. We ended up finding some sort of hippy-fest. There was one guy I KNOW I have seen before. I had a strange sense of seeing this person before, I was confident that outside of dreams I had seen this person, but never met him. I passed buy him. Later he came by and gave me a mesh bag with gems inside it. Sean called it a "sad-bag". This is very in the sense of humor of Sean, but more random. I pocketed it. There is a blank part of my dream, and then I am with Mike S. He is showing my his mushroom bong. I deny his offer to smoke. He claims it makes it less "pink-math" and head-fuckedness.

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It all started out going on a road trip with Jesse! Except it might have been Connor. Either way that changed. I was walking to the car when a girl walked up. She was cute. Had some metal canteens and was going on an adventure. We gave her a ride. Then drove to pick up my friend.
At this point I wrote WAKE, so I must have awoken from the dream, and immediately went back to bed.

Now I am in a classroom. It's Brian? and this girl. I sit behind Brian. I get a haircut the first day. I don't remember much more from that day. The next day everyone in class had haircuts. There was some toy that was on the TV the night before, where people wore it on there head. I had drawn a picture of this toy, it seems completely random. Outside the classroom there was some scattered hair, and this toy was filled with hair, of all colors. I went into the classroom, and announced that I cut my hair the day before. Probably attempting to show that I was not following a trend.

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I remember staying at Stephen's house, but there was no mother. Stephen is my friend, and his Mother has always been a pain in our friendship. A father was there, Carlos. Carlos is a family friend of mine, and a sort of father-figure toward me. This was also in Alaska. I am not sure how the dream began. Toward the end, I was talking to some family who had a brat, trying to get a ride somewhere. I could shave my facial hair. I had shaved my chin, however I didn't like it. Then I was cross-country skiing. Going back home. I remember now that the home I was going to was Stephen's home. Once I got back, Stephen and Carlos were talking. Stephen was giving Carlos candy. Stephen always has good candy in dishes around the house that I ate, perhaps that's the reason his mother never liked me. Carlos and I talked about skiing. Then I tried to find a bathroom. One was blocked by stuff. I found the other one in the home, but it looked nasty. I decided I should go there and right at that moment, I woke up.

I had a dream where I did several reality checks but they all said that I was awake.