Dream 1 - I'm sitting in my backyard at a picnic table but go inside to get some ice cream. I put the ice cream in a crumbling cone. I also get these small, magnetic penguins. I put one penguin by another, saying that it can be its boyfriend. Dream 2 - I'm in some small cave waiting for my friend K to take a picture of something. She Is out out of sight and I am holding onto/sitting on a small rock ledge. I look around and notice some small spiderwebs. I keep looking and see a pile of dead, bloodied rabbits, covered in spiderwebs, leading up to a dark hole in the rock. My hands get a bit sweaty and I feel like im going to slip. These dead animals make me a bit uneasy and I want K to hurry up. Dream 3 - I'm outdoors, by a river. This river has a shallow area and A deeper spot where the current gets stronger. I am carrying a bag containing 2 orange fish that keep changing from fish to scorpions. I release one-now a scorpion-into the shallow water. It floats there, twitches, and dies. I take the other and let it go by a pile of rocks. I think about wimming but do not. Dream 4 - I'm swimming in a lake, between the shore and a large, square-ish boat. 2 unfamiliar teenagers are here, a boy and girl; the boy is in the ater, the girl is jumping off the boat. I want to jump off too but don't know if its okay. Now, its dark out and I'm on a part of the boat with my dad. We are going to go down a slide and have to sit on a towel. My dad tells me to sit on the bigger towel because I'd 'like to sit on a big boy', and he laughs. I feel slightly put down. Dream 5 - I'm walking through the school when I realize that I don't even know what class I'm going to. My schedule says the class is outsideso I head that way. On the way, I see B and a clone of her. They are completely identical besides their hair; one has black hair, one has white. I ask them if they know where my class is but I get a mean response. Dream 6 - Marilyn Manson and a woman are together for an interview. They're outside in front of a grey building; the weather is gloomy. They are both very pale and wearing only black and white. The woman's chest is exposed and she has the chest of a man. They're both wearing a cape/robe type overcoat and they keep moving in and out of each other's. This and there facial expressions really give the impression of a snake.
DJ Log: March 7, 2012 – 6:45AM (USA Eastern) • NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID • I am standing in the front row at a Marilyn Manson concert as they are performing Angel With The Scabbed Wings.
Shared Dreaming Halloween Party Heather, Tyler and I live in my old house. It’s early morning, like three a.m. or so. Tyler and Heather decide to go outside for a walk and a little adventure. I am getting some layers on because it’s cold out but they’re already out the door. I yell at them and they don’t stop, so I have to run up to them to catch them. We are walking around and it seems to be Halloween. There are kids everywhere and a stop sign has a plastic decorative ghost-stop sign decal taped over it. I want to make the O of it into an eyeball, so I take a permanent marker out of my pocket and “grow” tall enough to vandalize it quickly. I can’t “ungrow” so I’m tall for a long time. (Heather dreamed that there was a person that was very tall all throughout her dream). We discuss which way to go and we think about downtown which in my dream-mind’s eye looked how it does when I dream of it, as if the area is semi-static on the dream plane. There is no transition that I remember, though both of these fragments "feel" as if they are part of the same dream. I am dumpster diving behind Tyler’s apartment with Marilyn Manson as a teenager. We go through one of the back doors of the restaurants that line the brick wall of dumpsters. On the other side is a big house party. I feel completely lost among Marilyn Manson fans and gothic kids. I walk around the place and the living room is Heather’s living room. Heather is laying on her couch taking up two spaces; Adam is sitting on the third space. I go over and lay on Heather, so relieved to have her here when I thought I was alone. She gets red and starts getting up, pushing me off of her. She’s embarrassed to be with me in front of Adam. I’m sick of that feeling so I walk into the kitchen and start eating cupcakes. Dylan, my ex-boyfriend is at the party. I decide to take revenge on Heather by telling him we can go out again. He is ecstatic, to a point where I am annoyed. It’s not worth it. The whole time I am at the party, he’s trying to say things to me to make me really love him again. I take him outside, where it’s still dark out (though hours have seemed to pass). “I can’t two-time Heather like that,” I say. I try to break up with him and it’s really difficult, only because I know that he will feel like shit after I do. I realize he’s in college and get weirded out for some reason, so it’s easier. I break up with him again and go back into the party. It’s mostly over, as if I had been gone for a long time and it’s now morning. Almost everyone’s gone. Marilyn Manson is yelling at his mom, and I give her a sympathetic glance. I “know” that he used to be nice to her but started to be mean as his persona grew. I walk over to the second living room (not Heather’s). There are giant seats that sink in a lot. I sit in one and find a gold key that Heather wears. Instantly, I know that Heather made out with Adam in this chair. I text her “found your key”, which will let her know that I know what she did. I’m upset. I look around the room. Everything is being picked up. A girl is throwing these giant cellophane carrots away. An extremely young version of my grandmother is picking up most of the trash and stuffing it in a trash bag. She gets really upset that the girl is throwing the carrots away and starts yelling at her because they are full of “goodies”. I remember that my grandmother is a highly spiritual person and wonder why she is getting so upset, losing her temper over a trivial thing. She goes into another room to clean up there. A few guys sitting around the breakfast table are talking about the newspaper mascot, Happy. It’s a black dog who is severely depressed. “Never try to make Happy happy. Everyone knows he’s sad so it’s insulting to him,” one of the guys says. He gives me a page of the newspaper. I held the paper out about a foot in front of me. An article had been strangely bolded and unbolded and when you can see all of the words, the boldness of the letters reveals a black ink dog made of words. His tail was the darkest part. I throw it into the trashbag. I see a few Jenny Lewis calendar posters, really quality black and white, thick paper. I start taking them out. A woman sitting in one of the deep comfy chairs starts talking to me about Waterville’s mascot, a parrot named Waterlou. (Heather had a dream about mascots.) My grandmother walks out of the room and smiles at me. I see that her temper was very in the moment and she was easily brought out of it.
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