scottiesdreamin

Had 4 dreams - can only only recall a small part of one.

I was a doughnut vendor and my dead Grandmother was looking to get a doughnut from me. And for whatever reason, I was trying to hide the type of doughnut I knew she was looking for as a joke.
A chocolate doughnut with chocolate powdered sugar.

11 November 2010

DJ 17
Run into bunch of college folks that I use to hang with. Looking for someone to go out to a dance in town with – although what hey would be doing here is beyond me. Wound up going with blonde Lisa of the ‘two Lisas’. Even though she is married (in dream). End of dream – never made it to dance, so I don’t know how the date turned out..

DJ 18
I’m babysitting a couple of young daughters of I believe of Lisa from DJ17. I’ve got them outside lying on blankets and covered with blankets as well, though it isn’t really cool outside. There was something about the pillows that alludes me that was important as well.

I’m trying to get them to take nap. Suddenly, they’re floating off the ground (blankets, pillows and all). They get to about my head height and I decide to pull the bottom blanket that they’re lying on out from under them. They start to descend back to the ground – not really falling, but coming down faster than they had gone up. They were totally unaware of the incident.

DJ19
I, with two others were taken prisoner after being captured in a medieval battle. We’re sentenced to be tortured to death.

We are tied to the ground in chains and then our hands are roped and a neck is put around our necks as well. The ropes are then set through a pulley on a tree near us and then back through to a crank. And they are winding the crank so that we’re being pulled tight by our arms and also being strangled by our necks. The other two are being stretched out of form (this should have been a sign to me), and then my ropes are started to be pulled, but for some reason I was given the chance to ties my own hands and neck. Just as the rope around my neck starts getting too tight, my hands slip free and I’m able to slacken the tension on my neck.

DJ20
I enter into an auditorium with a group of people (mostly high school folks that I knew) and we’re to hand in papers for an essay of some sort. My friend and I walk in wearing stocking caps on our heads and sweating because of it (it’s warm). But we don’t take off the caps. We eventually hand in the papers we had and take seats. I take a seat in a row where there’s gal I had a crush on.

Suddenly, they decide to hold a raffle where we write down a number on a piece of paper that represents and amount of money we think they should give away to some lucky winner in the auditorium. And the number is ridiculously high. Never got to hit it off with the gal next to me.

DJ21 (This dream sequence took place during two snooze periods this morning)
In a café, discussing with a couple the legality of going sidewalk shopping during spring clean up and then selling those items back to the public. They argue that it isn’t legal to do such – well one of the two does. And I point out that an antique piece that my father had just given them where they were trying to sell the item amounts tot he same thing, and it’s perfectly legal for them to do that. They sheepishly agree with me, for they didn’t know how I knew they were trying to sell the item.

Happy July to all. Two non lucids. Rather frustrating night. Both happened late (0330-0430)

DJ 16

The first dream took place in a couple of different seasons. Winter and fall I believe.

There was a park that I had walked by a couple of times in the dream (alone). The sidewalk that I walked down had entrance/exit (on the sidewalk itself) as if you had to actually gain entrance just to walk past the park – weird. The gates/doors are pretty elaborate design, made of cement. So, are going to be heavy to move – or should have been.

The first time down the sidewalk the gate was closed. I paid it no attention and went around on the road. The second time it was opened. I played with doors a little – they weren’t as heavy as they appeared. Intricate relief designs on the doors – mostly abstract, but very grainy cement, not smooth.

The park scenes both took place in the fall.

Between the park incidents, I was in a wintery atmosphere, as indicated by the snow and ice I played in. I’m not sure where I was walking or traveling to, but there was somewhere I had to be. Occasionally there were others around, but they were always ahead of me.

There was a largish hill that I climb on the road I was travelling (snow covered) and as I got to the top of the hill, I noticed there were patches of ice on the way down to the bottom. It’s odd, but I knew what lay beyond the next hill I was going to need to go up as well (it wasn’t as high on the upward side, but steep and long on the downward), but I knew what lay beyond. It too was going to be snow covered with little ice but it was going to start becoming an underground tunnel that I had to be careful not to be travelling too fast for, or I was going to hit my head on the ceiling.

Why was this important, because I was wearing a winter coat that I knew I was able to slide on like a toboggan. So after planning what I wanted to do, I started walking down the hill until I got to a patch of ice and threw myself on my stomach like you would one of those slippery-slides in the summer. So, now I’m sliding down the road on my stomach, steering myself away from the bare spots so I wouldn’t slow down too much (I wanted to see how far up the next little hill I could slide before having to walk).

As it turns out, I built up plenty of speed to clear the hill, and suddenly I jump to my feet, and I’m planting my feet in snow for dear life, because the tunnel is fast approaching and I’m going way too fast. I notice I’m wearing fancy cowboy boots and suddenly I’m able to plant them into the snow much better in order to slow down.

Once I get into the tunnel the snow and ice pretty much disappear and I’m left to walking. One thing I realize in my dream (while I’m dreaming, as well as now IRL), the intricate design on the gates and the cowboy boot thing, and knowing what to expect on the other side of the hill (tunnel thingy) – I never paid attention to that stuff before in dreams. I blame this on Ninja and CUSP with their posts about attention to detail. Hey! That’s a good thing guys.

As I’m walking down this tunnel, I have to cross a wooden bridge. It’s very incomplete, very unsafe, and very white (not with snow, painter white). I start going across it without a lot of worry (although I should have been) and I’m looking at the railing pieces and how many are missing. I actually pull on eof them out of the wall and I can see the nail bend as it comes out. I decide to save the wood piece so I can replace it later when I come back with the other lumber. For some strange reason I take it upon myself to fix this rickety bridge. So I bring the pieces I pull apart with me being careful of the nails and setting them carefully nail side down on the ground on the other side of the tunnel exit. As I was crossing the bridge I’m amazed at the whiteness of it. Not just snow white, but almost a blinding white. I can’t for the life of me figure out where I’m going to find paint that pure of white.

As I look back toward the bridge as I climb out of the tunnel I see that it’s now only being held up with a single support piece (we’re talking 1 x 4s and 1 x 3s here, nothing too beefy).

As I walk back to where I’m lodging, don’t really ‘know’ where it is, but I go there anyway. I run into another DC and ask if he’d help with repairing the bridge. He kind of had a blank look on his face, but agreed. So we’re travelling back to get material.

End of dream (Alarm clock goes off).


DJ 17

Very short dream, but it ends up a continuation of the DJ 16.

I’m back to the bridge with the DC from before and now where I wasn’t concerned about traversing the bridge to cross it, now I’m quite concerned about going out there to repair it. There is still only the one support piece holding the whole thing together. I’m amazed that I was able to get the pieces I was going to replace for repairs as white as the original. That white color was still a shock to me I guess.

Dream ends. I guess that would be a fragment, eh?

Only one dream to report – bummer. Alan Jackson in the background as I type.

DJ 15

Motel work and the ex

This was a goofy dream in that we (my ex-wife & I) are checking in hunters for the deer season. But we’re not checking people in from our office. It’s an older two-story house. I don’t even recognize the house, but it feels familiar.

A group of hunters comes up the stairs – one of the normal threesome in Real Life. When they get up to the counter, they pay for the room, and for whatever reason I took the cash drawer out and set it on top of the counter. I never so that. Donna looked at me rather strange by this move. Then one of the hunters made a playful grab for a stack of five dollar bills. He and I are fighting for the money at this point.

After I gain control of the money, Donna makes a comment about having a real cash drawer and this wouldn’t happen. (Yeah, if we could afford it). She was referring to one of those large old antique cash machines. It was as if I could read her mind in what she looked forward to in a cash drawer. We showed the hunters out and to their room.

That was the dream. There was more, but as this was the last of the night (4:30) I had to rely on memory this evening to recall it.

29 June 2010

Listened to Ninja recording tonight (9:30 instead of 11:00). Must have fell asleep to it because I woke to in a loop at 11:30.

Had three (four) dreams. I say four because the fourth dream I woke up from I couldn’t remember, but I knew I had been dreaming.

Unfortunately got too lazy to get up to record dreams immediately (you’d think I’d learn). But the first one was long again, and couldn’t see staying up a half hour to record it like the night before.

Anyway, to the dreams….

DJ 12

I’m in a hotel complex with a bunch of college friends. The dream starts out all fun and happy, but suddenly I go down to the hotel bar and one of the guys is pointing his finger at me and yelling something incoherent. The other guys start in as well. I have no idea what I have done to get them so agitated.

Suddenly, they’re throwing beer bottles at me. The guy who initially pointed at me takes a beer pitcher (glass) breaks it, and hurls it at me cutting my face slightly. Now I’m pissed. I storm out of the room trying to think of what I can do to diffuse the situation.

I go back to my room to see that it’s on fire. I run in and grab a pair of oven mitts (they’re burned) and I meet one of my friends in the hall. And I’m looking at him and rubbing these burned mitts on my shirt, which is now becoming stained from the charred material.

One thing I noticed during the dream is that I rarely ever (if ever) talked to anyone. I’ve never noticed that before.

That’s about where the dream ends. It was a much longer dream, and I told myself I’d remember it in the morning. Well obviously that didn’t happen. Lesson learned.


DJ 13

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

I know I shouldn’t get too excited over something so minimal, because it was so short, I didn’t know what I should do and didn’t seem to be able to ‘do’ anything of my own volition…..

BUT IT WAS LUCID TIME BABY…..

I was sitting at a computer screen (a rather large screen) and I’m scrolling for something on the internet. Weird there was no keyboard to use, but I was still able to scroll for whatever I wanted from on the screen.

Then suddenly, then the screen sort of froze up and I’m trying to scroll whole pages of information, and the screen starts getting larger. And I stop and think, “This definitely isn’t right.”

So I think – reality check stupid. I go to pinch my nose (this should be a simple task), but I’ve got fat finger syndrome. And I mean literally my fingers and thumb are too large for normal. And I wind up half the time trying to plug my nose by shoving a thumb and finger up my nostrils. This was frustrating. Finally, I managed to pinch my nose off. And I could breathe just fine.

I thought in my dream, okay I’m lucid, now what. Then it hit me, “I’m LUCID”. Suddenly I couldn’t see. It’s like I had shut my eyes and couldn’t open them. I couldn’t spin, couldn’t walk or move for that matter. I just didn’t know how.

I was getting disappointed fast, because I wanted to be able to do something fun. I found myself floating into a shower that I was remodeling in our motel, and I’m getting closer and closer to the corner that I hadn’t grouted because I was going to caulk instead. I feel like I’m shrinking so that I can fit into the crack in the tile. All the while I’m thinking, this isn’t what I want to do while I’m lucid.

It’s like okay I’m know I’m dreaming, but I’m still not the one in control here. Why can’t I control what’s going on?

I wake up. I’m happy for the lucid, but it’s bittersweet because there was no control on my part. I really don’t even feel like classifying it as lucid. Seems kinda cheap. But I suppose it’s a first step?

Anybody else ever have that happen?


DJ 14

A friend of mine PT and I decide to head to a movie theatre. I’m not even sure what was playing, but from the get up everyone on the outside was in, it must have Star Wars of some sort. We get into the theatre and take out seats and it turns out not be a theatre at all, but a play.

Star Wars as a play – yikes. Well, this thing skips ahead to where Darth Vader and Obiwan go into their light saber scene and suddenly other people from the audience start going up on stage. With light sabers as well (fully functioning). Obiwan actually decapitates Vader and sliced him open at the chest after he hits the floor, and a smaller version of Vader comes out of the body. He decapitates that Vader and disembowels that one too, and yet another smaller version pops out. This goes on for a while.

There are still people crowding into the theatre to see the show, and a cute lady sits down in the aisle in a folding chair as all the other seats were taken. Her hand inadvertently comes into contact with mine and we glance at each other and exchange small talk. I don’t know who she is, but want to. But in my mind I know it’s PT’s girlfriend (though she’s not). So now I’m feeling guilty and move my hand. PT gets up to go on stage. I grab at him to warn him not to go unarmed as practically everyone on stage has a light saber.

He doesn’t even notice the girl sitting next to me. I look at my hands and they’re very dry and cracked as if I had been washing dishes for weeks on end in the winter, They’re painful to move. This lady puts her hands on them and caresses them as if to soothe them from the roughness. I feel a bit awkward, but I also think why wouldn’t PT at least acknowledge her being here. He looked right at her (or through her).

I take her hand in mine and suddenly the play isn’t important anymore.

Dream ends. Damn alarm clock has gone and woken me up at 4:30. I hit the snooze hoping to get back into the dream, but to no avail, I just sleep for another 15 minutes until the snooze alarm goes off again and it’s time to get up.

Now why couldn’t this have been the lucid dream. And let’s keep our minds out of the gutter here folks. That’s not where I was headed.

Listened to mp3 from Ninja. Probably didn’t help that I started it at 11:00pm and got to bed at midnight. Have to wake up at 5:00

No response from subliminal – can’t say it’s a fair shot yet.

By 3:30 had nothing but a partial fragment of a dream – not even worth mentioning.

DJ 11 (0430)
Short dream – non lucid (but wasn’t skunked on dreams.

I’m in an office with a couple of workers. We’re looking over some paperwork. I don’t know what my function is in the office, but I for some reason know what the paperwork is about, and more explicitly than the other workers in the office.

Owner of the company comes in and starts getting in the other workers’ faces about the paperwork and why they don’t understand how the paperwork plays an important part of the companies future. He’s demanding to know why they don’t understand it. I do understand, but for some reason I’m not allowed to speak up.

Then he has some support staff come in to bring the workers up to speed. I lean over to one of the my co-workers and start sniping about the owners’ attitude and his (ermmm) overly attractive staff (I don’t think I was sniping about them).

During the presentation a start to hear an alarm go off. A couple of the other people in the office hear it as well, but they aren’t nearly annoyed at it as I am. I start searching the office for what’s making the alarm sound and find my alarm clock in a drawer. I immediately wake up at this point to find ‘my’ alarm going off. It’s 4:45, time to get up.

Well, at least I had something to take away from the evening/morning.

DJ 10 (27 June 2010) I know this probably doesn’t count as a true dream journal entry, but I wanted to record the experience of a WILD attempt.

Tried BillyBobs method for WILD a number of times and wound up losing my concentration with my counting and breathing. Woke up realizing I had drifted off. I think that’s when the greeter dream came about.

There were also a number of Hall. Images that started coalescing into what could have been a dream. I guess I concentrated on them too much and forgot about the breathing/counting and being passive part of the technique. That’ll take practice, but nonetheless it was pretty cool to experience it.

Again, I know, not a regular dream journal entry, but an attempt at something new.

DJ 9 (27 June 2010) Just now remembering from the evening

Fragmented – partial

I was in a hotel lobby with another guy watching people come in for a barbershop quartet competition. Suddenly, the greeters at the door left and this guy and myself become the greeters. It seemed almost natural. Then I greet some ladies that walk through the door. It’s as if I can read their minds – they want to stay here and chat rather than go on in. I still feel like I need to continue greeting people, but I’m torn because I’d rather strike up a conversation with these ladies.

Suddenly, I’m on the phone to someone’s attorney – I don’t know what about. This happens a number of times during the dream. Then I make a call that after a couple rings I hang up (another attorney), but nobody answers. Immediately after, the parish priest calls me asking why I’m putting attorney’s clients at risk of losing their attorneys by calling them. (That was confusing) The dream ends

DJ 8 (27 June 2010) 0100

Extremely long dream - do figure with Donna again.

I’m with Donna at a super large mall. Too large to describe. I have never been to Mall of America, but this thing I was in would dwarf that I believe.

We are forced to take rented trams that operate like segues for two, and we drive them (no one helps). Donna takes the controls in front and I hold onto her and help steer by leaning. We are weaving traffic in the mall and hit a cop car/tram. He laughs it off. Isn’t the first time he’s seen newbies not know how to operate a tram.

All we’re trying to do is find a store to return a movie. Neither one of us has been here before, yet she swears that she knows where this store is in the mall. Neither one of us has a clue.

So we go on and eventually broadside another cop. This one’s pissed at us and starts giving us the third degree. His isn’t just a tram, but a full mall car. Black and white (kind of looks like a skunk on wheels), has lights on top, but the lettering doesn’t say “POLICE”. It starts out with a “P” but the other letters and symbols don’t resemble anything that means police. So, I argue on a technicality that he can’t arrest is for hitting a cop car, because his car Isn’t specifically labeled as a cop car, and point out his lettering. A few bystanders, some rather important, excitedly agree with us, and he’s forced to let us go. The rest of the dream, he’s chasing us in revenge.

We ditch the tram, and have to climb rickety shelving to reach the second floor. Donna has little problem traversing the shelving being lighter than myself. (I’m not large – but she’s fairly petite). She goes on, and I’m left behind trying to make my way up and through the shelving, At one point I am stuck and have to back out. There are tons of people around sitting on the shelving and I notice that some of it is starting to slip out of there holders (this is where the people sit, so they are going to fall about thirty feet down to the next floor).

I yell at then to get off the shelving, to which I’m desperately clinging to, and they’re looking at me like I’m from another planet, but they get off. Once they’re off, I’m terrified because I know how high up I am and now I’m trying to make my way back to where I started. The shelving is starting to slip off its brackets. I look down and notice I’m, only about a foot off the floor, and realize how stupid I must have sounded. Embarrassed, I get to the second floor and search for Donna.

I eventually find her in the store watching a movie, so a cuddle up next to her and finish watching. She’s very cold toward me because of how late I arrived, and didn’t care to hear about my adventures I getting there.

At some point at the end of the show/movie we’re on the floor cuddled up and she’s playfully rolling up the hideaway bed with her foot as I’m somehow caught under it. I try to stop her from using her hands to roll it, but she wasn’t using her hands. She was using a foot. I felt like I was being trapped, but not harmed in any way. We both laughed about it after wards.

Later we’re sleeping on a rather large bed (king size I suppose) with her two sons (from a previous marriage). We’re all trying to find room to do this and decide to stay in opposing corners of the bed. Then we start invading each others territory – the bed is shrinking. It was not a good situation, nor a very happy one. (This didn’t correlate with any other part of the dream)

I remember running onto a miniature golf park, but with a sprinkler system. Somehow the first time I avoid getting wet. But the second time, when we’re trying to escape the mall (I’m not sure where that came in) I run unto the golf park (it’s huge – and black) I start tripping the sprinklers like little pop-up land mines. They start poking up through the ground wherever I am and start getting soaked. I fell down at one point and damn near had a sprinkler catch me in the ass – not pleasant. Once I get to a safe spot an old college friend (Ranger – nickname) came up to me and we started laughing about the whole golf scenario.

While we are exiting the mall, when we get through the shelving between floors on the way down, there was this water park like atmosphere. I took a raft from the edge and threw it out into the water. I was pissed off that nobody would believe our story in the mall. Some lady had wanted to use the raft (I didn’t realize this at first). She didn’t take any offense to it – just waited for it come back.

In the dream, as I was escaping to get out of the mall there were these goofy stairs that had rotating cylinders on all the steps sometimes turning in one direction (down the strairs, or up the stairs, and sometimes in opposite directions so you didn’t know what step to put your foot on. I just jumped over the whole damn stairway (there were only 4 or 5 steps). I guess I should have realized I was dreaming at this point.

Hell it never occurred to me to become aware during any part of this dream, and it was a rather long one with all sorts of cues. I feel like an idiot not being aware, but glad I was able to remember so much of it.

Anyone want to throw out why I'm suddenly dreaming so much with my ex-wife in the picture. I mean come on 6 out of 8. I was kind of kidding with the whole use Donna as a dream sign thing, but now that I'm keeping track of my dreams I'm beginning to wonder.

(25 June 2010)
I remember nothing!!!!

DJ 7 (26 June 2010) Kind of a longish dream, more detail.

Housing project - Donna

Vivid dream about being in a subdivision that is newly being developed. Our house finished; although, the landscaping is simple dirt. There’s an oscillating sprinkler in the yard that has an unusual pattern is watering the grass. It bothers me, but at the same time I remember being mesmerized by it waiting for the pattern to repeat itself. I watch it for about 4 cycles then continue the conversation with our neighbors.

The landscape to our house has a very steep incline, and a rather long one too, with loose dirt. Donna asks that I come in and help her with the furniture. So, I bound up the landscape without any trouble whatsoever. This shouldn’t be for physical gravitation going up the slope should have made it extremely difficult. I gave it a passing thought in my dream as I’m trying to figure what Donna wanted done with the furniture.

I get in the house, and the furniture is in a pieces on the floor. It’s the put together type of furniture, but normal press-board check ass stuff. It’s real hardwood. But, why it would have to be assembled is troubling.

I start looking at the pieces and think how the project is going to be daunting because of the weight of real wood and the number of pieces. I look at Donna, I look at the instruction and then back to what should have been the pieces. They are now assembled into a rather elaborate china hutch, but the molding/trim to the base of the cabinet is missing and looks to need a rather difficult miter cut.

I look at the pieces that they provide for base and realize there is now extra for mistake. So I look at he instructions to see what lengths and angles they recommend and then start to go set up a miter saw, but as I look down, the pieces are now cut.

At no point in this dream did I say, “Hey stupid, you’re dreaming”. I wasn’t even aware, like in the previous dreams, other than the going up the landscape thingy, but I was in hurry to get somewhere, so paid it no attention.

That was a frustrating dream. Vivid – but frustrating, because it now appears that there were so many opportunities to at least sense awareness. Somebody please help me……

DJ 6 (24 June 2010)

Another 5 minute nap episode. Another dream involving Donna

Very brief dream. My brother and I are in an office talking with a total stranger sitting behind a desk. (A ton of paperwork pilled on it by the way). Suddenly, we’re discussing my ex-wife and our living arrangements and the paperwork that needs to be filled out and lost on this guy’s desk. I look at my brother and look at the desk and wonder why I’m discussign Donna with a complete stranger, when our relationship (or unrelationship) has already been finalized. I’m aware that I wouldn’t normally be talking to anyone else about this and come to the conclusion that I’m dreaming.

Again I waste the awareness. But the stupid alarm goes off and I have to get ready for other duties. STUPID ALARM. I’m not sure I’d be able to know what – if anythong – I’d have sone with awaareness anyway.

DJ 5 – 25 June 2010

Billiards

I’m in a pool hall with some friends. I don’t know who these people are, but I recognize them in my dream (or treat them in my dream) as friends. Anyway, we’re playing guy/girls teams, and halfway through a game I recognize that there are more balls on the table than there had been on the previous shot, or on another shot all of the opponents balls were not on the table at all.

I tell myself in the dream, “This can’t be right” and I’m aware that I’m dreaming, but then something catches my attention and I go along with the dream (can’t recall what it was that distracted me),but then I woke up.

Am I getting closer? Even if by chance happening? I didn’t know what to do with theh awareness in the dream. And it’s more frustrating now that I’m awake, because I feel like could have been there.

It’s t he same type of feeling after you’ve been in a tornado. I was more scared after the fact tot realize that I could have very easily been killed. Now I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna get killed in my dream, but it’s the after-realization of the event that is stronger than the not utilizing the awareness at the moment.

Does any of this make any sense?

An extremely short dream but a takeoff from what you folks call False Awakenings (I think) I refer to them as coming dead awake. Those are very real to me. This particular one wasn’t real.

I took two five minute naps and had this dream during the second nap.

Donna and I are out roller skating (we’ve done that once during our marriage - she’s quite adept at it, I’m not.) Well, as in real life, in the dream I’m still not. But we’re out roller skating with or daughter (dream daughter – we never had children). I had just fallen to the floor with Donna and our daughter laughing teasingly at me when Elizabeth (our daughter) hit the wall – not to hard, but with one of those cartoon type collisions and just sort of peeled of the wall and floated to ground.

End of dream.

I’m with my ex-wife in a house that I don’t recognize, but we obviously live there. She’s on her cell phone while I’m doing some work from the office. She’s talking in hushed tones as if to keep the conversation from me. I begin to realize that she’s talking about me and our impending divorce. I try my best to not let it affect me.

Our land phone rings and she answers it and says, “This is who? Mrs. BillyBob from the Dream View help desk” She then turns to me with a raised eyebrow and hands me the phone.

Dream ends.

Now the BillyBob thing obviously came from the Newbie Forum, as I had just read about him yesterday. Don’t know about that Mrs. thingy though. You married BillyBob by chance?

Another non-lucid, but similar to DJ1 – free falling (twice in as many nights)

I’m basically hang gliding behind a fighter jet (don’t ask me why), but rather than a hang-glider, I’m holding unto a large fishing net, but can somehow still control motion. Anywho, there are two possibilities to the fishing expedition, through a river tunnel and out to a lake on the other side. Or, if you miss the tunnel, you just fly over a small mountain and down a ravine to the same lake.

Never figured how you possibly miss the tunnel and wind up going over the mountain. If the fighter jet takes the tunnel and I don’t, then how do I get over the mountain, and why am I not ragged along through the tunnel? That’s why they’re dreams, eh?

Anyway, I miss the tunnel and suddenly I’m holding on for dear life as the jet materializes in front of me and is powering up to safely traverse the mountain. (What a rush). When the jet has cleared the mountain and is over the ravine, it throttles down to nothing and I overtake it at the same altitude while it pulls into a nose dive toward the lake (hence the free falling – only with a boost). Again, hanging on with white knuckles as we’re falling toward the lake, the jet levels out as do I (amazingly without ditching into the lake – still can’t see how a fishing net is aerodynamic).

I spot my catch. It’s a large (shark/dolphin size) fish with the head of a catfish, but teeth of a shark. I drop in on it, kind of like a cowboy roping a steer at the rodeo. This thing’s snapping and thrashing and has white glowing eyes – that freaks me out (kind of turning into a nightmare). I’ve got it half netted, and I’m trying to swim outta the way before it makes me a meal.

Two other guys appear in the lake, and don’t even take notice of the fish or my effort to escape. Totally apathetic – gosh I wanted to slap them.

Here’s where the dream ended.