Morning of July 4, 2016. Monday. At first, I am wandering about in what I first think is a business building though there are not that many people around. There had been a slight focus on catching a bus (from the La Crosse post office area - even though I now live in Australia), but my attention shifts. I see an unknown male walking towards me in the dimly lit hall. I notice in one large office I glance into that Terry O'Quinn is standing in semidarkness near a desk as if ready to go home. I say “Hello Anthony” and wave and he seems slightly startled and annoyed by my presence and simply responds with “Huh?” I keep walking thinking that I should have called him Mister Quinn. I do not catch that I had called him by the wrong name (and although he has a brother named Thomas Anthony Quinn, I got the name mixed up with the other Anthony Quinn, the Mexican-born American actor who died in 2001). I am now a young female flying in a loose-fitting superhero costume. My very large cape has narrow vertical red and white stripes (which is an obvious association with the American flag and its waving though I do not perceive this as such while in my dream, although a cape itself is a dream sign that represents being under a bedsheet or blanket). I feel good as I fly through an area between tall buildings. A young male approaches me from the opposite direction and he is wearing the same costume as I am. We end up on the ground where there are several other people, which seems somewhat of a family reunion in a metropolitan park. After a time, he seems in awe that I am flying without aid. It turns out that he had been held up by wires (I assume, linked to all the buildings). I can see a number of wires that are attached to him from different directions (which is an obvious play on the dream self as being a “marionette” of the unconscious state in non-lucid dreams), almost as complex as a spiderweb. Eventually, he seems angry that I can really fly and he cannot. Suddenly, I am a different character, myself as I am now. I am now apparently the father of the previous female character who is still with us. I tell him that I had flown all my life and he seems surprised and annoyed. I tell him that I had flown a lot in Wisconsin when it was too cold for others to be out, though it also seems that my family is the only one with members who can fly. Eventually, my female character is now me again, but later becomes a male flying character (though not the other male who “flew” with wires). In the next scene, I am going to Terry O'Quinn’s house (its location of which I somehow know though none of this dream’s settings are familiar in any way) to, I think, as a courier, get some documents relative to a business venture. It still seems to be in the afternoon. A group of about ten or more males are standing in a sparse arrangement (somewhat equidistant) in his front yard. They seem to not like my special abilities, including my flying ability, and start to approach me aggressively. I blow lightly in their direction as I am going onto the porch and somehow they are all knocked down by an invisible force and do not get up. I look into Terry’s bedroom (obvious dream sign; the dream self reflecting on the conscious self still being in bed), and see that he had been sleeping, and as such, he again makes a sort of frustrated “Huh?” sound. Deciding not to annoy him any further, I walk back out onto the porch, which is now perpendicular to where it had just been seconds before (that is, rotated ninety degrees to the right - and this is a long-recurring sudden illogical setting change) and facing the street instead of the large yard at the side of the house. Soon, a male in a business suit comes out to talk to me. I try to discern if this is Terry, though I ask him if he is Tony, but it is someone else. He is a younger male (perhaps about twenty) wearing horn-rimmed glasses. He is talking to me about Terry and his tax forms (relative to business) but I do not quite understand the last sentence. He says something with a very strange playful tone (though as if also being sarcastic towards me) that sounds like gibberish. I ask him to repeat what he had said and he repeats it more loudly than before. I still cannot make out what it is as it sounds more like just a fast “nyah nyah nyah” noise. I tell him in a playful though assertive manner, almost as if talking to a child, “I can’t understand you and I don’t think I ever will” and then begin to hear lightly dramatic music playing in the background as if my dream has an overhead “soundtrack”. He just sits on the wall of the porch grinning sheepishly. As I am walking down the street, other people are looking at the sky and something seems wrong with the sun. It is supposed to be afternoon but is slightly darker than it should be. After a short time, the sun appears as a goldfish drawing etched into the sky in bright orange strips of fire (which almost seems natural and normal). A circle of fire is around it. However, this fire seems to hit an invisible spherical barrier a short distance out from the sun. “There is a barrier around the sun,” several people begin to note and say as a small crowd gathers around near one intersection. Everyone seems concerned. I am not that concerned considering that if this were real, it would be the end of the world. Time passes, and eventually there are images in the sky of witches in a circle, from about the waist up, holding their hands out vertically and trying to match the fire shooting out of the now crystal ball sun by sending their own fire (from the palms of their hands) back into the “sun”, which seems to “explain”. the supposed barrier There is a loud sizzling sound that also seems to have elements of hissing, breathing, and snoring. What a long bizarre and surreal mixed-up dream. What is unusual is the goldfish, as a fish is typically an induction symbol (which directly represents the dreamer in the dream state), though here is the waking precursor and light-of-day symbol (dawning consciousness as sunrise and circadian rhythms metaphor). I guess this is because gold represents conscious activity in the dream state, so the goldfish oddly serves as this dream’s flight symbol (that is, the main consciousness displacement representation that occurs in the majority of my dreams). Fire represents emerging conscious awareness within the dream state and as such, sometimes causes the dream’s dissolution (unless lucid).
I'm laying on a bed. It's made of forged iron, painted white, with high, graceful spirals making up the head and feets of it. The sheet are white too, as is the bigs fluffy pilows. translucents drapes billows from the ceiling to the floor around it, half obscuring the light walls and the french window. Say window is half open to a lush garden. It's day time, but the room is shrouded in shadow. I'm surrounded with bright orange goldfishes, swimming in the air in a complex choregraphy. I touch one of the mand it turn into a luminescent blue, shining with its bones shadowing its skin. It stop when I let go of it. I touch another one and the same thing happen. I find it pretty, and touch my own arm. The same thing happen, my flesh turn blue and luminescent from the tips of my fingers to my shoulder. I realise that I'm wearing a floorlenght nightgown, and that I'm sharing the bed with a sandy haired man. He's sleeping, and I touch his thigh. His whole leg changes, and he wake up. At first he doesn"t say anything, but as I gently move my hand to his torso he starts to freak out and begs me to stop. I'm surprised ans doesn't understand why he's so distressed by what I'm doing, but I let go of him and lay back down on the bed, playing with the goldfishes.
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1 It feels like we're playing a game. Something not entirely real. There is a guy standing in my mom's room. The bed is gone, but there are some plastic explosives (like C4) placed on the ground. I'm standing just outside of the room. I wanted to make a bomb out of it, but I'm not sure how to do it. The guy does it for me and explains that you gotta be careful, cause it's unstable and might explode prematurely. I move a bit to the left to take cover behind the wall if needed. He sets a timer for about 30 seconds and then tries to walk out of the room. I push him back in. This happens several times, until there are just a few seconds left. I run and the bomb goes off with the guy still inside my mom's room. The fire/smoke comes out of the room a little bit. I'm not sure if that was the correct amount of explosives to use. The setting has flawlessly turned into my student home. I'm standing in a room that in reality is occupied by a blond girl, but in this dream by the guy I just murdered. The room has a brown laminate floor and there's a mini fridge. Just like reality, but with furniture missing. At first it was fun when it was a game, but now I have a guilty conscience. I can understand why some people think murdering is fun, but to live with knowing you murdered someone... The guy who in reality moved out earlier this week has laid dibs on the room. Whatever man. If he's not gonna pay the rent he's gonna be kicked out within a month anyway. I walk out of the room. Dream 2 I'm in my student house. Despite the fact that this moment takes place entirely inside a room with a closed door, it feels like the orientation of the room is off with reality. As if the room has turned 90° and is also located elsewhere. I'm standing in front of the toilet, peeing. I recall my footing being weird, but not exactly how. It's the type of toilet that I like to refer to as a splashing toilet (drop a #2 and your butt might get wet). Suddenly a goldfish appears in the water. What the hell? Did he just swim here from the other side of the pipes? Dream 3 I'm still in my student house. Everything is totally off from reality. I just found out there's a second kitchen on the ground floor, right next to the kitchen I've always been using. Sweet man! I think back about 2 days ago when I told my housemate's girlfriend that there's only 1 kitchen on the ground level. I look around. I like this kitchen more than the other one. From now on I'm definitely gonna use this one, much cleaner. I walk from this one, through another common area, to the other kitchen. In the common area there's a long black table which is quite high. Like a bar. There's a guy my age sitting there with his laptop and 1 or 2 people. He's trying to sell them a phone subscription from a company called Euphony. Huh.. that went bankrupt, didn't it? Does he even know that? I walk into the other kitchen. My laptop is standing there and I look up the info on Euphony. Dream 4 I'm sitting in a big living room with my housemate. We're about to go stream on Twitch, but instead of playing a videogame it seems we're gonna be playing beerpong. My best friend's little brother is there to.. not sure if my best friend is there as well. Someone from the team on the other side throws the ball. I'm about to throw, but notice that the setup isn't like what I'm used to. There's a stack of cups in the middle and they are obstructing the view on the cups on the other side. There are only 6 cups on the other side and none on my side. Ehhh. I sit in front of the computer, waiting for us to be able to play the game. In the mean time we're still streaming and people are responding. I feel like I need to interact with these people to prevent them from leaving. Some do leave the stream and that message is shown about 8 times in a row, instead of just one time. I'm totally new to Twitch, so I have no clue about what to do. Also, this keyboard really sucks. Eventually I walk away. My housemate is sitting somewhere else in the living room, sitting less than a metre away from a big screen and playing a game. I move on to the bathroom, and on a white plastic little shelf above the sink I see a can of Amstel. Ah so that's where my beer went! The can has a different lighting than the rest of the dream, making it stand out in a kind of unique way. Beautiful. Fragment I recall walking outside of a library and eventually going in. Not alone.
I was a complete mess last night, I just didn't know how to respond to emotions of feeling pissed off, helpless, etc. I thought those same emotions would trigger something inspirational, but just more shit dreams as always. Yes, I realize it's Super Sonic, but I'm too damn lazy to change it, sorry for you hardcore Sonic fans who MUST see the correct term or whatever....deal with it. 07.06.2012Broken (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I just remember accidentally breaking someone's item. She looked exactly like a friend I had in High school. Let's call her Melis. Melis gets pissed, and I forget I what I do to take care of this._________________________07.06.2012Golden Sonic Hyper Space Traveling (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember playing as Golden Sonic, but I also have feelings that this was mostly me instead. Anyway Golden Sonic is in space, flying in high speed....insane high speeds. He is also able to do warps were he create these little black hole to teleport to random points of the universe. I think he needs the help of Hyper Shadow to do the warping and teleport through them as mediums. _________________________07.06.2012Broken Again (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm walking inside a cafeteria, kind of like the most recent Middle School I went to in my earlier academic years. I'm just running around the area, and then I feel like eating something. I'm still skipping around at fairy long distances, literally, and I pass by a girl who is a blonde as well in waking life. Let's call her Ysca. She was turning around to chat with someone, but I don't recall there being anyone behind her or even far away enough for her to have to yell or anything. I didn't care, I had something to do in the mean time. I don't know where this next part really played out in the dream, but I broke another girl's electronic item. It was pink and kind of looked like a PSP. I pause for a moment, looked into the girl's eyes. She looked exactly like another girl I knew in middle school and some of High School. It's call her Cynt. She had light brown hair, the same slightly pale face, and her faded light brown eyes. Her slightly chubby cheeks made me attracted to her even more for some reason, though I think it's how I knew she was tall even by her sitting down. I don't know if this was feelings of attractions, or just me looking into her because I was busy thinking what I should do since I broke a part of an item she had. I decide to stop spacing out, and said that I can give her my phone number so I can deal with the problem later. She responds back and I think she complies with my suggestion. I leave her, and the dream environment changes completely. I think there's a goldfish, like a 3D animated cartoon-ish that is actually the owner of this fancy restaurant and dining hall building. By this point, I'm not sure if I'm just in spectator view or actually in a body listening to him, but he says he's going to basically upgrade the food section of the building. After that's all cleared up, I walk around a bit to find the dining section, but as I'm doing so, I get a text from Alyzarin saying that she found Zhaylin, and that both of them are at some kind of University. (Something along the lines of BYU or something like that). I honestly don't know how to respond to her text, and I forget what I do text back. Ugh, maybe I was too afraid to respond or something. Anyway, I walk around, find the mini cafeteria or whatever the hell this place is. I see some cooks haven't set out the food as yet, I'm assuming I came in here early. Then some lady comes out where the cooks are and tells me I need to go upstairs if I want to find food to buy. I turn around, and I realize I have white earphones on. I see two women getting closer to me, but I don't think they're actually walking to talk to me. One looks like one of the Principals I had in High School (Cypress Lakes) and the other was Michelle Obama. For some odd reason, I believed I was still in a school, and I quickly concealed the headphones inside of my pocket because I felt that these two were staff members. I did a horrible job of hiding it quickly because it was still popping out. As I'm passing by Michelle Obama and the Principal, they didn't care, but I still was afraid that they might not allow earphones in a school building (but it wasn't a school building Link >.<). I was wearing long black pants, and probably a polo shirt, maybe a warm color or some kind of shade of brown. I go upstairs, and the dream environment changes again. I'm back to the Middle School again, and I'm at the top floor. I look at the cafeteria from below, and it still doesn't have a lot of students. I meet some random girl on the top floor who asks me something related to the vending machine. I think she said some girl had problem getting the choice she wanted when she inserted some cash inside. I don't know what I did to respond to this. I still think I'm mixing two dreams together, but whatever....I can't tell the difference anyway.
Updated 07-06-2012 at 02:01 PM by 47756
1. I had two goldfish instead of just my IRL goldie, Aristotle. The second one was named Socrates. Socrates mysteriously dies, and Aristotle begins exhibiting the same symptoms. I then have a false-awakening, and note that 'Stotle is still okay, and Soc never existed. Aristotle grows bigger and bigger and turns into an Orca. Someone makes me a saddle and harness for him, and I learn that I can ride (and even fly) on my goldfish-turned-whale friend. Then there's something about a mall, a chandelier, and a shoot-em-up game gone awry. 2. Intimate time with The Boss from MGS3. Woke up in the middle of the dream. 3. During a barbecue party, my older brother accidentally summons an Elder Horror, and everyone gets dragged to an alternate dimension to be said horror's minions. New recruits look like anthropomorphic cherries, and get kicked around a lot. There are rules about what we can say or do, restrictions on leisure time (such as players only getting two turns at pool and then the game is over), and weightlifting sessions are mandatory. Aside from this, however, it's not so bad. Once we get promoted, we go back to our regular form, and the higher-ups are less strict. Procedure in the weight-room, however, gets a bit weirder - every day, someone different gets kicked out of the room, until it's just myself and a few others... including, oddly enough, Anthony Head, to whom I - against better judgment, hey it's dream logic - proclaim my fangirlness and end up hugging him. Then there's some subplot about a guy who manages to escape by turning into a dog. (So I guess the moral of the story is, it's not so bad being the minion of an Elder Horror, so long as I get to hug my favorite actor in the end?)
1. I'm performing in a play of some sort. My older brother is unusually angry at me, and tears up the costume I was supposed to change into next. As it turns out, he didn't like the subject matter of the play because he'd been given eight days to live. 2. We've managed to patch things up enough that my parents and I take him to a weird place where you can finish a college degree by solving a special jigsaw puzzle. There, we meet a death-spirit who looks like a giant Pikachu with an entirely black tail and has a soothing, deep voice. I have to leave the puzzle-room, but promise that I'll visit in dreams and give my bro a big hug. I eventually find out he summoned the spirit by drawing a special symbol on himself. 3. My friends, my goldfish, and I move into this house that's a miniature nation-state for people who are part Irish. Inside the house, we have to fight a bunch of bosses from Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy. To get our powers, we raise fake swords and Keyblades and recite a somewhat Green Lantern-esque oath to turn them into real weapons. During the fight, I cause significant damage by dancing on the long hair of one of the bosses. 4. I'm utterly depressed by earlier dream events, and decide it's time to summon the Pikachu-looking spirit to myself. My friends don't want me to leave, but they understand. So they help me assemble a comfy bed out of pillows and blankets, while I remove my clothes and draw the symbol- a small circle on the forehead, a vertical line all the way down the body ending in another circle, and upward-curving lines across my eyes, throat, chest, and hips. I lie down on the bed, and the yellow spirit arrives. He tells me to close my eyes, and then when I open them again, to get up. As I do so, I step out of my own body. Before we leave, I gently kiss my forehead, and the glass of my aquarium, where my fish has been trying to get above the water to join me. The spirit informs me that another of his kind will bring me my goldfish later, as it wouldn't want to be without me. Gah. If there are two kinds of dreams I hate, they involve bad things happening to my brother or to my fishy. The first thing I did when I woke up was check Aristotle's aquarium and reassure him I'd never leave him behind like that, and the second thing I did was check my brother's Twitter feed to make sure he'd tweeted recently. (I must admit the scene of kissing the brow of my own body would make for a kinda neat sketch, though...)
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