Boy, so many dreams again. My recall has never been this good before. Number one. I was chasing a cop on a bicycle. The cop was in pursuit of a suspect. I saw a sign on the side of the road, saying Highway 7. The bad guy was riding a horse and carriage, the cop and me were on bicycles. The cop dropped his wallet. It was a Pulp Fiction "bad motherfucker" wallet, like mine in real life. I was determined to give the officer his wallet back, so I started chasing him. After a pretty long chase, I caught up to the cop (maybe he had caught his suspect?). I gave him the wallet. He seemed happy. Then he pointed out I had his phone too, somehow. And he was right. I remembered seeing an app on "my" phone I didn't recognize. After the last dream, I was stuck on a nearby construction site. I don't *how* I was stuck, exactly. Every time I tried to walk out, something happened or something got in the way, blocking my path. At some point I got into a big truck, and thought I had started driving. But then I saw there was another truck in front of me who was doing the steering (it was like my truck was being towed, or was a wagon being pulled by a train), and I wasn't really in control. Creepy view of a young woman or girl. She looked "plastic", and a tear rolled down her cheek. She did not move. I "knew" or heard a voice saying she was being turned into wood... Even her tear turned to wood before it fell. I was leading a group of people on their way to find Han Solo. We got into a fight with an unknown enemy. We won the fight, but one of the men insisted they leave their children behind, as it had gotten too dangerous. The kids, girls aged perhaps 10, had fought alongside us wielding big guns, and had actually done quite well. I felt sorry to lose them. Alone, I quickly backtracked a bit to collect some "health packs", but as I picked them up, a turret started shooting me and chipping away at my health. Annoyed, I rejoined the others. I quickly jumped onto a ledge, and realized we had to "bait" the Millennium Falcon. We did this somehow, and the Falcon crashed. We continued, and eventually saw Han and Chewie standing high on top of a ledge/cliff - waiting for us to explain ourselves. We were "interviewing" Han Solo. About what, I don't know. At some point I made a joking reference to Indiana Jones, but an older Asian man furiously yelled at me that I was not to mentioned other characters of the same actor to a fictional character, as this could cause a "reality collapse". I think I caught a glimpse of such a "collapse". I saw a major city literally collapse - skyscrapers crashing into the ground until all was dust and rubble. Air battle. I was flying a jet in a dogfight against a bunch of other planes. I saw an invisible jet (it was blurry like the Predator when he's cloaked, and my weapon systems would not lock on to it) but I could still see it with the naked eye. I knew it was a Russian experimental jet. I became fixated on taking it down. Targeting it purely on feeling was hard. I chased it up, using my afterburners to climb higher - but the experimental jet had far more thrust. We reached space, where I lost all thrust (no air), but the Russian kept going and escaped. I got a radio message from command, saying to let the Russian go. The ISS would take care of him from space. I turned around and flew back down into the atmosphere. In this fragment I caught a short glimpse of NYC from the air. I thought about how far it is from Europe, and how similar/different the climate and plant life are. I was at a family gathering. My grandpa (on father's side) walked in. I greeted him. He asked me where Kevin (my half-brother) is. I pointed to the other side of the room, where he was standing in plain sight. My grandpa's mind in deteriorating rapidly, so I didn't blame him for not seeing him/not remembering. I was with a group of people, navigating a strange place. Odd, large architecture, almost resembling ancient Egyptian. There was a section where we had to dive underwater and swim quite a distance. For a moment, the underwater corridors and rooms seemed to go on and on, and I worried I would drown. I saw an opening in the ceiling, kind of hidden away in a corner. I surfaced, and was somehow catapulted out of the water. I found myself in a large room. The ground had "pools" of shallow water in them. There was a group of girls lounging around, really cute Japanese girls. I think they were amused by the way I was launched out of the water. They were nice to me. I looked around, trying to find a way to get underwater. I checked every pool, looking for the one that wasn't shallow. I found it again, and did the most graceful swam dive I could manage. For a moment I worried I'd misjudged the jump and would hit the side of the pool. I didn't. I swam underwater, and suddenly I wasn't under water anymore. Puzzled, I backtracked a bit. Then I saw it: the water surface was vertical... all water on one side, none on the other. At this point things looked a bit "video gamey". The textures of the water surface... well, they looked like textures, not reality. I walked through, back into the water and saw a giant round boulder. I walked into it, and "lost health". At some point I realized my shenanigans had caused me to fall behind my allies, who were now pretty far ahead, and spread out throughout the "level".
First I was at my house, about 5 in the morning getting ready as I normally do, getting ready for a trivia crack tournament, and I'm about ready to shower when the door is all screwed up, I ask for some help with it and my friend who comes over to help rips the door of the hinges and he said he was "sabotaging" me and he left and joined our rival team. Later, the rest of us go off and we arrive at the tournament place, which looks like a school gym, except the bleachers go all the way around and its square shaped rather than rectangular, and the bleachers are odd, with different colors, being large cubes, and having symbols like X and O on them, and lights. A lot of people were there, but it turned out that the tournament wasnt going to happen until a few more hours, so we all left back to my house. At my house we just chatted for a while, screwing around. I remember at some point needing to use the bathroom, I go in there and it's like a public restroom, and it's HUGE. There are stall walls but they're very tiny and you can see over and under them without trying to. In the back is a HUGE handicap stall, and there's a wall with a bunch of silver, rectangular urinals, stacked above each other and stuff. Then I remember being back at my house and me and my friends want to play some video game, it swaps to like first person view in game, and we're running through a low resolution, hilly forest getting fired at by all kinds of guns and mortars, our little dudes look like master chief, and some of us go down but I make it to a spot where there's a tank and a fighter jet, I hop in the fighter jet and soar off, and I run in to some other jets and the only weapon I had were missiles that you had to aim in front of them so you could hit them while they move, because the missiles weren't heat seeking. It was hard but I managed to shoot a few down, I remember flying over mountains and forests, and we got to a spot that's a huge lake and I saw them down there as I circled around, and another plane came from behind a mountain and we nearly went underwater and I shot a few missiles, and missed, but eventually I hit him. I also had a dream I was at winn dixie, with someone (cant remember who), and other people showed up and I remember looking for someone, and going out in the parking lot and driving. I'm pretty sure I dreamt that I was in sleep paralysis, it sucked because it sounded like a nuclear bomb was going off in my left ear.
Last night I dreamed that I accidentally poured the wrong kind of milk over my cereal and caused a chemical reaction that made the milk and cereal expand exponentially. It ruined my parents' new carpet. (I'm 40 years old, so I'm not sure why I was having milk and cereal in my parents' house.) I had a separate dream - a very vivid one - that I was living about 10 stories up in a residential hi-rise building. I heard some kind of engine noise outside the window, so I went over to see what I was hearing. A very large fighter jet was somehow hovering outside, and as soon as the pilot spotted me looking out the large floor-to-ceiling window, he brought the jet over to track me with his guns. I ran to the next room, and he swerved the jet over to target me through the windows again. I realized that none of the walls in my building were strong enough to stop whatever kind of bullets he was about to shoot at me, so I ran into the interior corridor where at least he couldn't target me visually. Large tracer bullets suddenly started ripping through the walls, and I dove behind the elevator bank, reasoning correctly that the elevator shaft was constructed of concrete and would provide some protection. Not sure if this was a separate dream, or if the one I was having shifted, but suddenly I was in a hotel lobby looking for the elevator. The decor was very red - red carpet, elegant fixtures, roses on the tables, etc. I got into the elevator and it was way too small for my comfort. I hate extremely confined spaces. There almost wasn't enough room to turn around, and the ceiling was too low to even put your arms all the way up. I was very nervous that the elevator would get stuck, but it didn't. I got off on an upper floor for some reason, but it was just an L-shaped corridor with lots of locked doors, so I got back into the elevator to go back down. I walked outside the hotel, and suddenly I was a disembodied observer. A murder had occurred in the parking lot. For some reason, a transgendered person had just murdered a man by shooting him in the crotch, and a fashionable middle-aged blond woman was standing nearby. The transgendered woman was telling her to go before the police arrived, but she refused to leave because there was evidence tying her to the scene and she didn't want to seem guilty by fleeing. The middle-aged woman had nothing to do with the murder, but somehow the tip of her red high-heel was lodged in the man's chest. A separate dream involved a vending machine in a bleak concrete hallway. I got the impression that it was attached to a parking garage. The machine dispensed snacks, drinks and instant STD test results. I was with a small group of people - I think we were out clubbing. I bought a can of coke with ice in it from the machine. The top was removable so you could drink it faster. (When I woke up later, I realized I was really thirsty in real life.) One of the dream characters I was with decided to buy an STD test, and she learned that she had crabs. The machine didn't dispense her change, and we had to call building maintenance to come open it up. I bought a snack from a second machine around the corner, and upon opening it, I realized that it was actually cat treats. I left them on a nearby table, and as I walked away, I realized that someone was probably going to come along and mistake them for dinner mints. I'd never do something so cruel in real life, but in the dream, I got a kick out of the thought.
Sat, 2/16/13 Bed 1am DR1 8:20 am Long dream with mom. We are on a trip. Going on a zip line over water pit deep down below us. (IWL, watching a zip line on a cruise ship) DR2 8:20 am I'm sitting on a chair, someone stands in front of me and a hooded guy is on my right. He is beating my legs with a rubber hose as a punishemnt for not returning money to a loan shark. Funny thing is, he is not working for a loan shark that I owe the money to, but to another loanshark, that I borrewed money from to pay of the first one. He is just trying to show me what will happen if I don't return the loan to the second guy. From the faces and comments everybody makes, it should have hurt, but I barely feel the hits. I think the guy beating me is getting discouraged. DR3 10:30 am I'm looking out the window of my brothers room in RD10. I following a nice, bright contrail. Then I see it doesn't continue straight, but makes weird loops. I see a small fighte jet. I yell at my brother to come and see. We watch the jet flying. I think he is firing at something. Then I see a big rocket flying horizontaly. Rocket is see-through, made out of light. (IWL, watching videos of contrails and bolid over chelyabinsk)
DATE: July 18, 2011 LUCIDITY: 1/5 COHESIVENESS: 3/5 FUN/AWESOMENESS RATING: 2/5 I was inside the house at dusk one clear night, when the military sent out a notice to everyone in the area to stay indoors while they performed trial runs with their new fleet of fighter jets called the Malia, after Obama's daughter. I and a few others were eager to get pictures of them, but didn't want to get caught because we weren't sure how severe the consequences would be. We couldn't figure out why they wanted us to stay inside. If the planes crash landed, being inside the house wouldn't offer much protection. I grabbed my boots to go find the best photography vantage point somewhere in the yard, put them away as I decided it was best not to leave the deck, and finally grabbed them again so I'd have the option in case I saw a really awesome shot. I snuck outside with the other few photographers, cameras ready. The stars were glittering faintly as the last of the pink sunset faded. The jets seemed to be putting on an air show, swooping around in various formations, relatively quiet for fighter jets. Each of them glowed with a pinkish red light. I don't remember many of the details beyond that point—we just watched the jets fly back and forth over the neighbourhood in the wide open sky, a few times thinking that the glow and formation made them look a bit like UFOs. In the next part of the dream, I was at a Zellers or some other department store, located on the hillside of the Halifax waterfront—though I don't remember actually seeing any water (I think it might have been blocked from view by another much larger, solid row of buildings). The store was surrounded by other large buildings, and a few trees here and there, especially farther up the hill. A large part of the store was built on a slant, so you could just barely avoid sliding into another department as you shopped. Part of the store was illuminated only by the sunlight streaming in through the windows, and many of the surfaces were made of smooth black stone. I was shopping for clothes with Mom for a short while, and left the department store briefly to go look for Dad, who had left a little earlier than us since he didn't have the patience to wait around. I think he had gone back to the car, but it was parked a ways away down a different street. I then decided to buy a couple of colorful floor-length summer dresses I had seen that were $50 on sale for $7, so I ran back to the store without bothering to find him first, and then I woke up. Lately I've been shopping for pretty clothes a lot in my dreams :/
The dream starts off in a warehouse of some sort. There are hundreds of people seated at desks working away at drawings and animations and the such. I am sitting at the very back and making little doodles because I am not happy and I do not want to be there. Some of the other animators are gloating and flaunting their talents and everyone is giving them praise. I start making drawings that are not a part of the criteria and get in trouble for it. There was also some animator guy who stood up and made a big anouncement that he was leaving animation and becoming a wrestler or something, but I cannot remember exactly. I leave the giant warehouse-animation room and go outside. I am in a farmer's field that is all dried up and devoid of any crops. I can see cars and trucks passing by on a distant roadway. There are a few small aircraft flying overhead. I gaze up at the aircraft and suddenly the dream changes and I am in the cockpit of a fighter jet. I am supposed to bring the aircraft in for a landing, but the small airport is suspended on the side of a large building or cliff and the runway consists of only a helicopter landing pad. Fortunately the fighter jet has hover capabilities and i am able to put it down on the narrow landing pad. I get out of the aircraft and suddenly I am floating high above looking down on everything. There is a group of people looking at the fighter jet and an older man who is very rich and powerful who is gloating about his prestige and his ownership of the airport. Suddenly the dream is back in the bare field, but it is no longer bare. There are miles of grape vines, but all of the plants are dying. I can hear the voice of the rich old man but I cannot see him. He is still going on about how great it is to be him and it is really annoying me. I then walk back to the giant warehouse-animation building, but when I go back insode it is different. The inside is now a giant mall (like the West Edmonton Mall) and everything is coloured in an autumn colour scheme. I walk for a bit until I am in the center of some sort of multicultural celebration. I see my friend Rebecca and I run to catch up with her. We get some food and sit down to eat and talk. She tells me that she she is scared and does not want me to leave and I say that I am not going anywhere. Rebecca has a sad look on her face, then suddenly she stands up and runs away, dissapearing into the large crowd. I try to follow but I cannot push my way past the huge gathering of people and have to go back. I am really upset that Rebecca ran away from me. I go into an East Indian food display and think about buying some delicacies, but I am sure that I do not have enough money for it. I find a credit card in my pocket and just pay with that. I am sort of creeped out because the two men who run the display will not stop staring at me. Suddenly the dream changes again to the inside of an Oriental food store. Everything is dull and grey. There is an old Chinese man at the counter sorting CD-RW disks. His wife comes in through a heavy metallic back door and starts screaming at him for something. I go through the back door and find that it not only leads outside, but is at the top of a tall building (where as the front door is at groud level). The heavy metal door locks behind me and I cannot go back. Major Motoko Kusanagi from Ghost in the Shell is standing at the edge of the rooftop and jumps off. The scene is the same as the jump down from the opening sequence from the Stand Alone Complex anime series. I dissapear from the dream at this point and everything is viewed in third person. Major Kusanagi lands on a low roof top in a back alley. In the alleyway below there is a black truck and three suspicious looking men loading cardboard boxes into the back of the truck. The boxes are sealed but heavy and the men are trying to load them quickly. The Major draws her gun and yells at them to stop, but the men draw their own weapons and open fire. Two of the men engage the Major in gun play while the last man quickly throws the rest of the boxes into the truck. One box falls out of the truck and bursts open, scattering VHS video tapes and CD disks all over the alleyway. The three men jump into the van and speed off. The Major is trying to figure out what is on the disks when some investigators show up (though none are other characters from the GITS show or movie - they appear to be random creations of my subconscious). Major Kusanagi leaves them to clean up the mess and figure out what the disks and tapes are and runs off in the direction that the truck went. She runs out of the alley and into a beach front shopping strip. There are thousands of people and hundreds of vehicles on the road and on the beach, making it impossible to find the truck. There is a bus sitting at a terminal on the other side of the road, seemingly abandoned. The Major gets onto the bus and it starts to move under its own power and without a driver. There are other people on the bus but they stare out of the windows and will not respond to anyone trying to get their attention. The bus travels down the road for a bit and makes two left turns around the block. It stops in front of the Oriental food store. When she gets off the bus, the Major can see the three men from the alleyway talking to the old Chinese man through the window. There is one of the sealed cardboard boxes on the counter. The four men pick up the box and exit through the heavy metal back door. Kusanagi follows and finds herself back on the roof top in which she started, with none of the men in sight. The dream becomes too fuzzy for me to remember any more, but it ended soon after anyway.
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