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    1. My Strange Music Video

      by , 08-12-2018 at 08:59 AM
      Night of August 12, 2018. Sunday.

      Reading time: 1 min 29 sec. Readability score: 73.

      I had made a music video of one of my songs. An unknown male happily praises my work, saying how “perfect” it is. I had supposedly not seen it for a long time.

      The video recording is somehow on an audio cassette. (I have not recorded on audio cassettes for years.) I notice that the tape, in a cassette deck about three feet below the monitor and vertically oriented, had been left near the middle and I remember that not having a cassette tape rewound when not in use exposes the surface and might cause wow and flutter and damage the area. I start to play it, but it is about a minute into the song, so I rewind it to the beginning of the video.

      “My” song turns out to be a strange version of “Sloop John B.” It mostly features me standing and singing in front of the sides of old ships. I am singing out of key. My voice is wavering and is annoying. Not all the words are the same as the original song, but I eventually make out, “So hoist up the John B’s sail. See how the mainsail sets.”

      In the last scene, I notice a cannon pointed towards the viewer, on the right of where I am standing in a closeup shot from my chest up. It appears to be protruding from behind a tarpaulin.

      My dream is a typical mix of associations that are unrelated. The main idea comes from sailing, as I had been using the word “oneironaut” (“dream sailor”) in some dream-related essays I had recently been writing. (Boats and water occur regularly in my dreams as it is.) Another word I had been using recently is “canon,” though related to known facts about my dreaming history. (In contrast, there are photographs from when I was about four, where I sat astride a cannon in a park.) Being the video’s last scene, it is the reactive representation of the cessation of the dream state. (Additionally, it may be a phallus association that reflects a need to wake and use the bathroom). In real life, I had recently made a video of a recent track of mine, but there are no vocals.

    2. Flying Sub Fleet

      by , 05-26-2017 at 11:26 AM
      Morning of May 26, 2017. Friday.

      My dream’s setting seems to be of the Barolin Street house (where we have not lived in years) and the street. However, the area is also modeled after Cubitis in some ways (including the large backyard and beyond). This makes the directional orientation unresolvable (that is, the Cubitis backyard would be east, but as Barolin Street, west), but I will base it on the Cubitis region.

      There is some sort of unusual event perceived to be in the distance to the east. My wife Zsuzsanna is carrying a shotgun (which is curiously the first time I have seen her with a shotgun in my dreams, including as the “mystery girl” in early childhood). She heads toward the backyard after leaving the house. I assume she perceives danger.

      I look to the east horizon. I first see a number of what appear to be normal airplanes. Later, they appear to be duplicates of the Flying Sub (from the “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea” television series, which I have not seen in a long time). They are approaching our direction. I am not sure if it is an alien threat, the American military, or both. We go inside.

      Later, looking out from our front porch, I watch a couple strange objects move through the sky from north to south. Something is fired in my direction but misses. Even so, I have no fear or even wariness. An unusual cannon rises from the ground directly in front of our house. It is a vertically-oriented cylinder but the cannon opening is on the curved side rather then the end (which would be the top here). (I do not consider how wrong this design is.) Bursts of partly visible transparent “bullets” emerge as it rotates (starting from the south and turning towards our porch). Even though the bullets are eventually moving towards me, I do not react and remain unharmed. (This is liminal dream control as my dream self has no awareness of the dream state).

      The flying subs are probably a residual link to water induction, which is my main type of dream state induction since early childhood as water symbolizes the dynamics of sleep (and the dream state) in real time, though the fact they are flying is a shift towards waking symbolism - in fact, this scene could be the representation of event horizon waking symbolism (actually utilizing the horizon symbolism in this case) which is basically what the majority of dreams are rather than having “interpretations” by way of the usual misuse of the word.

      I would not be surprised if the “impossible cannon” is some sort of skewed phallic symbolism based on the ambiguity of my dream self standing up in my dream whereas my real physical body is horizontal. There have been many times when a dream’s ambiguity seemed based on distortions of combined dream self orientation and real physical body orientation and some people believe this is what causes falling dreams (with hypnopompic jerks), which are purely biological.

      Updated 05-26-2018 at 05:53 PM by 1390

    3. Robot Ponies

      by , 11-14-2013 at 11:41 PM
      Original entry dated April 13th, 2002:

      My friends and I were battling giant robotic ponies in the mall. It was a sort of laser-tag type setup, only less fun and more deadly. Our foes looked like giant My Little Ponies with googly-eyes that shot lasers, so they were REEEEALLY creepy.

      *THUD THUD THUD* "AAAH! GIANT ROBOTIC PONY! ...aww... it has a butterfly on its butt!"

      In the battle all of us had skills, MUD-style, that we had to use and train to develop proficiency in. There was a kickass hoverbike with cannons on it that I couldn't ride because my Cycling skill was only at 20%. So instead I had a sorry-assed excuse for a pistol that did about as much damage as, say, a squirt-gun.

      I don't remember the rest, I think the dream just sort of fizzled out, and then I had a really sad dream but I don't remember what it was abou
    4. 7th Nov 2013 Trying to get the cannon, short lucid

      by , 11-07-2013 at 03:44 PM (Scionox's Journal of Dreams)
      Dream recall from today's WBTB/nap.

      Dream 1(fragments):

      I was in some game that i thought i've played before, it was fps and i was going through a bunch of brown futuristic halls, fighting enemies. Then i reach a room where i remember about cannon weapon from serious sam series, i remember that there's hidden way to get it in the room using some mechanisms.After a while of looking around i realize that i am dreaming, but i am still curious about that cannon(Low awareness), i easily lift two mechanisms and they combine together into some weird metallic contraption, but with no more effect, then i remember my goals but dream fades out.

      Dream 2(fragments):

      There was something about a chase that woken up a dragon, then i was in my room talking to someone about some console game which had more realistic sun than an actual sun.

      Dream 1(fragment):

      I was going through various places.
    5. Older dreams (Part 4)

      by , 08-12-2013 at 07:06 PM
      [B][U]Sunday, 24. April 2011: "04:70"[/U][/B]

      In this dream it is nighttime, and I am looking at the alarm clock in the living room. It reads "04:70". My cousin is there. I laugh about it, and so does he. At first I think I might be dreaming, but then I decide that the alarm clock is malfunctioning, and I leave it at that. Later I remember telling someone that the alarm clock is malfunctioning.

      [B][U]Wednesday, 27. April 2011: "Movie script"[/U][/B]

      I am in a darker room, kind of like a cinema, but it looks like I am attending a seminar. People are going to hold some speeches or something. I remember the whole situation revolving around a movie script for a horror movie. There is a man who talks a little about the script, but I don't remember the content. I remember two guys, middle-aged, chasing each other in a playful way through the room. A few moments later they become serious again. The atmosphere is tense, but not scary.

      [B][U]Wednesday, 27. April 2011: "Teleporter cannon"[/U][/B]

      It is daytime, but the weather is not sunny. I am standing outside in some field, with some sort of teleporter machine in front of me. There is a numerical keypad, and several LCD displays, along with other buttons. Someone is with me, but I don't remember who. I am pressing some buttons on the machine, and programming it so it is ready to teleport me to some destination. After I'm done "programming" it, I realize that this is actually some sort of big cannon for humans, and that I have to get inside so it fires me out of it. As scary as it sounds, I don't get very scared. I feel uncomfotable, but nonetheless decide to try it out, only a "small" test, not a big distance. So I get inside, and it fires me out, I don't go very much in the air. I notice that I have a parachute on me, so I pull on it, and it opens up. Now I slowly fall toward the ground.
    6. A Beautiful Terror World

      by , 06-20-2012 at 12:49 PM (Exploring My Mind)
      After not having very good recall for a few days, I finally remembered a dream.
      I was ready to play. I booted up my phone. The loading screen of the game was a multi-colored background with a creepy girl on the foreground. I giggled at that. The game started, and suddenly, it felt like I was in the game. The game had a Metroid Prime-ish feel to how it looked; I was using a sort of cannon as my gun. The game took your house and made a technicolored version of it where you go to kill a vampire.
      Okay, these must be dream signs. First, Grandma's house has been in so many of my dreams lately. :L And that vampire was in one dream a few months ago. Notice the slight similarity between this dream and the one where we explored my Grandma's house for monsters like a horror shooter? XD
      I explored Grandma's house, a little creeped out. The whole walls were covered by a mix of red, pink, purple, and black. The mix of colors was disorienting. I noticed that down in the basement were tons of archways to my left that led out to a large gym-like area under the basement. There, a vampire was patrolling the bleachers. "I FOUND YOU." He screamed. I screamed in return. A large spotlight shot from the gym, illuminating me. I quickly ran forward, trying to escape the light. As I escaped it, he lost sight of me. I hid in a side room. I did this for a while, till I got to the end of the hallway. Once I was there, I snuck out of the last room and crept into the gym behind the bleachers where he was standing. I climbed up the stairs and hung onto the side as I waited for him to go back. He was standing, like, right above me. Luckily, he didn't see me. I crawled on all fours around the bleachers till I got to the top.
      -insert important plot details that I don't remember here-
      I must've killed the vampire though, because I was safe and sound and now sitting in my own home, with my friend Kaylee watching me play the game once again. As the game booted up, and the creepy girl appeared on the cover, she pointed at it and said, "That looks like me!"
      And yeah, that's about everything I remember.
    7. Pete Drowneds 07/27/2010

      by , 07-11-2011 at 04:00 AM
      7:43 AM
      Note: My brother Peter is autistic and at the time I had this dream I felt that he was getting way in over his head with my parents church because something social clicked in his brain. My mother feels that his autism is being healed while I believe that that he is just changing his very extreme focus like he has always done.

      I kept watching my brother drown repeatedly. There was nothing I could do. Dream transitions to funeral / show. I was standing next to a Pete look alike and and his fat down syndrome friend(DC only.) Mom was still talking like Pete was alive which made me sick and embarrassed. Part of the show is we watch Pete shoot off a cannon.

      As we were leaving we started splitting up strangely marked and tagged pills. Most belonged to the special fat kid, two were mine(note: I don't do pills). Mom kept on talking and calling the clone Pete. I extremely angry and yelled at her to stop.