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    1. 08172012-1st dream, The Art, The Fire and The Dukes of Hazzard

      by , 08-19-2012 at 05:34 AM
      I love the characters that pop up in my dreams.

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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím in south Austin and Iíve heard there are some good artexhibits all over town worth checking out. I canít quite recall who told me butit was one of the parents I know from my daughterís school. I head north of mylocation until I arrive at a chainlink fence that surrounds a 3-story concretebuilding. The building is non-descript and has no outside signs or markings.From the outside it would appear to just be the shell of a building with darkwindows.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I enter the building with my daughter who immediately runsfrom my side to explore the art exhibits contained inside. In every direction,yet sparsely situated, are objects and dioramas that express various feelingsand emotions using all kinds of material. Each one has a candle or severalcandles, some of which are not lit. The room is quite dark.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking over to an exhibit along the wall to my right I amfascinated by the detail the artist put into the work. Set on a square base ofabout 9 inches on a side is a small piece of gnarled tree that curls up like amisshapen letter ĎGí and a number of strings hang from the top curve, eachdecorated with glistening charms and shapes that represent spiritual contentand emotional links felt throughout time by humanity. Sadly the candles are notlit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I grab the grill-lighter set on the exhibit table and beginlighting the candles. Only a couple remain lit after a few seconds and I haveto relight most of the candles. I believe they are being extinguished by abreeze coming in through the open front door, though I can recall no entry doorbehind me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking back I see Mark is there, his typical goofy smilebeaming from his face. He says ďHiĒ and I reply in kind. I can also see mydaughter running towards the back of the room, apparently intent on going upstairs.I know she will be okay and I turn around to walk towards another exhibit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The exhibit Iím approaching is blue, like the previous one,and I become lucid as I reach out to light the candles. Tiny sparkly shapes ofstars and magical symbols dangle from an overhanging piece of metal. As I applyflame to the candles I accidentally set the art on fire. The sparkly thingsburst into a brief flame that leaves them charred and wrinkled. I initiallyfeel bad but I decide I need not be concerned because Iím dreaming and the artalters slightly before my eyes. It actually looks better now.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pleased with my contribution to the exhibit I walked on withsome of the other people who were heading out the back door of thebuilding. I was expecting to see moreart out here and perhaps a gathering of people but instead I found a largefenced-off sandpit with people walking their Chihuahuas through a course duginto the sand. It was disappointing.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I saw Bo and Luke Duke (The Dukes of Hazzard) and theylooked like they wanted a dog by the way they were acting and moving but I realizedthey already had a dog and were walking it along the course. Being lucid still I thought about finding anew place to go and enjoy but just as I started walking away the dream fadedand I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    2. A jumble of events

      by , 02-01-2011 at 04:27 PM (The Labrynth of the Mind)
      Another one of those nights, apparently. I dreamed about everything from the Dukes of Hazzard to Star Trek to being chased by lions. Much of it seems to be jumbled up in trying to remember it though.

      Big City Dukes

      We are watching the Dukes of Hazzard. The Duke boys are in a big city somewhere, out in front of a high rise hotel. I explain to the people watching it with me "this must be an episode where they go to the big city."

      Roscoe appears high up on a balcony watching them. He is about to arrest them for something or other. But Luke has the great idea of convincing him that there is a criminal in the swimming pool. He writes the name of the criminal on the edge of the pool. It starts with a "W" but the rest of it is a bit hard to read. Roscoe leans over to read it, and of course falls into the swimming pool. Bo and Luke take off running.

      Meanwhile, Roscoe is clinging to the edge of the pool. "I can't swim!" he gasps, trying to keep his grip. Still, he inches his way along the edge trying to read the name that Luke wrote. Fortunately for him, somebody shows up in time to help him out of the pool to safety...

      ...We are walking in the big city (the whole Dukes thing seems to be over). We come to a castle. Or rather, it used to be a castle, but is now just integrated into the city. There is a row of shops in what used to be the keep, and the area surrounded by the moat is now sort of a downtown area. In order to get to this part, we have to climb down into a ramp that goes beneath the level of the rest of the town. It is a steep slope and I have a difficulty getting down in.

      Lions

      (Maybe this is still part of the dream above. I don't know.) I need to get somewhere. In order to get there I have to cross a plain, much like a veldt in Africa. I see a large animal in the bushes near me that looks like a lion. I think to myself that it can't be a lion, since this is the US. It must be a large dog.

      The lion gets up from behind the bush, and starts to walk towards me. Yep, it's a lion allright. I walk quickly towards a steep ridge of some kind. I dash up the hill, and jump down the other side, safe from the lion. But there's another lion on this side! It starts towards me, and then runs into a clear plastic wall. I now see that the lions are kept in these plastic compounds. They look like they are running free, but they really aren't.

      Star Trek Dream

      (I seem to be unable to remember the first part of this dream at the moment.) I go downstairs to follow him [Picard, maybe? I don't quite remember.] He jumps through a portal at the bottom of the steps. I try to follow, but can't get the portal to work. It's the shape I don't understand. It appears to be made of a metal of some kind, that you have to bend into an opening and set in the right spot for it to work. Because he was a shapeshifter [?] I can't see it quite right. I bend it into what it looked like to me, which was twisted metal of some kind.

      He shows up again, and explains the trick. I look at the twisted metal in my hand and laugh. Then he takes it, presses a button or a switch in the chimney, and a hole opens up. He bends the metal to match the hole and jumps through.

      I am standing in the room, having just seem "him" vanish again. I get a wand of some sort. With this I can make lights go out. I have a bunch of stuff that I have collected. It is sort of like a computer game. I click on things that I have that have light. The lights dim. But they keep coming back before I can extinguish all of the light. I wonder what will happen when I do?

      Deanna Troi is watching me, and Tasha Yar is sitting on the couch behind me. I sit down next to her and put my arm around her. She seems to be unhappy, and I try to make her feel better. We both have something in common apparently. "We both know what it's like to be tortured," I say.

      I leave the building, because my parents are there to pick me up. At the same time, we are returning because I forgot something or they wanted me to check and make sure the doors are locked (or something). I go back in, and want to go back to the living room where Tasha is. I don't know if she is still there or not.

      School work/restaraunt

      I am sitting in class. It is a class I am taking for fun, so the school work doesn't matter so much to me. Still, when it comes time to copy weird phrases (like "Take Oyster Sea" and a picture of a buoy) I am a little concerned because I didn't copy it into my notebook. Instead, when the passed the sheet around with the phrases, I simply wrote another phrase after the one at the top. I thought this is what you were supposed to do, but I was wrong. When the sheet comes back to me I hurry to copy the phrases into my notebook. While I am doing this, a pretty girl in front of me starts complaining about her throat.

      "It's so dry, and I feel pretty bad," she says. "I have this cough, too."

      "That's what you said last week," the teacher says disapprovingly.

      "I know," she says. "It seems to happen whenever I am in this class."

      "Maybe you hate being here," the teacher says, getting angry now. "If you don't like this class, then stop pretending to be sick and drop it. I'm tired of you coming in here acting so sick every single day!"

      All this time I have been trying to concentrate on copying the weird phrases (which I can't read). Now I lift my head up.

      "It could be allergies," I say, "especially if you get it every time you are in this classroom."

      I contemplate buying out the other shares and owning the restaurant myself. (What, did I miss something? How did we get here? I don't know) I ask my boss what he would sell the business for. I know he wants to "get out from under it". He says he'll sell it for $500,000. I wonder if it would be a good investment. People buy semi-trucks as an investment. I think about that while I root around under the kitchen sink. "I'm paying for a truck driving education" says a future trucker, "it's an investment."
    3. D'ni and The Dukes

      by , 01-06-2011 at 05:04 PM (The Labrynth of the Mind)
      Finally! New content!

      I am playing Myst Uru. At the same time, it is real life. It begins to rain in the Cavern (from here on out I will write as though everyone knows what I'm talking about, even though they probably don't). Apparently, it has rained in the cavern on previous occasions, but this is a hard rain. More like a storm. And it continues for quite a while. Suddenly, a Bahro swoops down out of the sky and attacks two fellow explorers. They are killed. Then, while the rest of us continue to contemplate this, the Bahro return and kill three more exlporers. Everyone goes into a panic! I run towards the Hall of Kings, hoping to hide in the shelter. I know this is a little futile, but it is better than being out in the open.

      Other explorers had been chatting, even when the first Bahro attack happened, but now they too begin to realize that something different is happening. By this time, I make it to a flea market someone has set up outside the entrance to the Hall of Kings (obviously not there in real life, another one of my dreamsigns). I decide to try and hide among the clutter. All the while, the rainstorm continues.

      The Dukes

      I am with my family at Lake Erie. My father and brother take our 14 ft aluminum boat out, even though there seems to be a storm (maybe this is part of the above dream). My mother and I go out on a small inflatable raft not much bigger. As she starts the outboard motor we have fixed to this raft, I look back at my father and brother, a little worried. The waves are really big. Then our own motor revs up, and we are zipping along top speed through the storm.

      We come to a cove, full of dead trees and debris. I warn my mother to slow up a bit, but she doesn't want to. Then we go over a large tree, and come down on the other side with a noticeable crash. We keep going a bit longer, but I can feel the air leaving our raft. We have been punctured.

      Mom steers us to shore, and gets out. However, before I can get out the raft sinks. All of this occurs within seconds, before I have a chance to put on my life jacket. Fortunately, I am somehow able to climb from the bottom of the lake up to the shore.

      Standing on the shore, I see two people chasing after us. It is Boss Hogg and Roscoe P. Coltrane. I now find that I am one of the Dukes of Hazzard (I used to dream this all the time. I don't know why). Bo, Luke, and I run up the shore, until we cross into Canada. Boss and Roscoe catch up, but I warn them not to come any farther.

      "Not unless you can extradite us," I say.
      "Roscoe, arrest them anyway!" Boss orders. "They don't need to be extradited from Canada!"
      "You'd better not," I warn, "Unless you want to be in a lot of trouble."

      Boss Hogg seems to fall for the bluff, but Bo and Luke and I decide we had better seek asylum from the "Governor". We walk to the governor's office from where we are, to find that the governor is none other that Huey Hogg, Boss Hogg's nephew. We speak to him through a small window, and explain our case.

      "Suppose you started out in another country," I say. "In, to be exact Hazzard County. That's in - wait a minute, what state is that in. Hmm, Wyoming? No, it has to border Canada."
      "Hazzard County's in [Wisconsin?]" says Huey, "and don't you forget it!" (I don't know why I couldn't remember Hazzard County is supposed to be in Georgia)

      The dream gets a little off track here. Bo and Luke and I have to wait outside a while in folding chairs, and then Bo and Luke go into a warehouse to check on some illegal activity while I act as lookout. As I'm sitting there, I see a "Journey Cloth" (from Uru) on the wall of the warehouse in front of me. Even in this dream, the Journey Cloth seems so wildly out of place that I blink and rub my eyes. Then I get up closer to it, finding out that it is in actuality only a metal cover to something.

      I sit back down, and look at a television. The Dukes of Hazzard are on. Not only that, but the episode playing happens to be the one I am living out right now. The episode seems to be a condensed version of the "real" thing, so I see the ending on TV before it happens. I suddenly realize what I am supposed to be doing.

      At that moment, Boss Hogg and Roscoe show up. I have a vague impression that it is a little odd that I should be here with these people at all, but shrug it off. Then Boss and Roscoe disappear, and it's night. I know that Bo and Luke will get into trouble in the warehouse and I am supposed to rescue them. I try to run, but obviously that doesn't work. I walk down to the warehouse and see a dark van show up. A few hoodlums get out and enter the warehouse. It is some smuggling racket run either by Boss or Huey. I enter the warehouse behind them, knowing I have to warn some people inside. I am forgetting who at this point, other than Bo and/or Luke. I see some guy who winks and gives me a thumbs up. Thinking this must be a signal, I say "we've gotta warn Bo and Luke and get out of here!". He nods, and says he will.

      Talking about my dream (lucid, sort of)

      I "wake up" from the Dukes dream, and decide to post my dream journal on Dreamviews. While I'm typing, I question reality and discover I am dreaming. I have a hard time holding onto this, though. I try various things to anchor myself, but it doesn't help too much.

      New Job

      I get a new job, working for a rotund and rather gruff man. He is not exactly mean, but when he gives me a vague job to do and says to have it done by tomorrow I get a little nervous. The job involved copying text from greeting cards, but I don't know how or what to copy the text to.

      On the positive side, my job seems to involve working with a beautiful nude model. I don't have any idea why, but I have her pose while I take a photograph. Then, working together, we use a computer to copy text from the greeting card onto the scene she was poing in front of. Then we put her picture in front of the text.

      We realize that we can't see the text now. I make a text box on her torso (now it is partly on the computer and partly in real life). The text box is too small. I try to resize it by hand. Now it is big enough, but it covers too much of the model. I reposition it a little so it only covers her stomach area. Then I accidentally do something, and it resizes the model. Now she is really skinny and out of proportion. Fortunately it is not too hard to reset this.

      Now one greeting card is finished. I still have a whole stack to do "by 3:00 tomorrow afternoon". Well, at least I know how to do them now.