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Took a nap because I was up at 5am (had to be up at 7, but just couldn't get back to sleep)

I'm going to break this up into respective paragraphs, but it was all one dream, and pretty fun to watch. This is marked as a lucid, but I'd call it semi lucid as I had a slight feeling of being lucid, but had no control. Because of that "feeling" I'll call it a lucid

LD. 2/26. Nap. 4. 645. In this wooden house, but one of those odd post modern kind of ones that has odd shapes and such. Very dark. Kyle and I are on an elevator, has a shape like the cars on the London Eye (whole house has this similar shape as well). Become semi lucid. Sort of knew I was dreaming, as the scene looked familiar (from another dream?) but had no control. Elevator stops at our floor. Pick up Kyle by his pants and slowly lift him. Kind of a toss? Put him in the air coz I knew he’d stay there. Lose lucidity. We make some food. I make cereal, Frosted Flakes. I put a seasoning sauce on it similar to what sloppy joes use. Then Theresa is there, Kyle gone, so Xxxx’s house. Play with Missy a bit and Cindy and Jim come home. It’s still dark. Jim looks at my cereal which has turned into a meaty stew, or something, and the sauce is now ketchup, can’t really tell in the dark, and I look at the packet

Then Jim and Cindy are slender guys dressed in old west clothes. Plotting something. Then we catch a train that’s just pulling out of its garage, becomes bright and sunny. I jump on and point my finger like a gun and tell the guy to hand over the train. They don’t, but don’t put up any fight. Somehow get into the driver seat (has a seat) and the roof of the train is gone. The train is steered by an odd system. Rings stacked large to small from bottom to top, and have a small plate to grab on the left side of the ring to use the ring. The top 2 rings steer depending on the direction turned. Top ring anti-clockwise was backward and to the left, turn CW was backward to the right. Second ring was the opposite, forward, but can’t remember the exact directions. Anyway, use the largest ring on bottom at first, but was so big, you had to move your head to turn it all the way. Backing up the train to a platform. Some older lady talking (wasn’t present, just her voice) about her husband who owned the train. Backed the train to a platform and lady’s husband was there. His head was on the steering console I was using or something. He made some funny joke about his wife. Backing the train from the platform, guy was now on the platform, and train derailed, so tried to get it back on the tracks (just went off, no movement)

Then everything is in a room. A monkey makes art with this stamper sort of thing, like a Bingo blotter/ marker, but there’s an entire design in it. Design is a lady with a monkey and a few balloons. The pattern is almost like the pattern was printed out because of its consistency and the monkey is just revealing the design, like those hot/ cold water toys that change color. The monkey is hanging onto the lady’s boob. For some reason I inspect the picture, come to no conclusion, and keep watching the monkey stamp

"If you had a million Shakespeares, could they write like a monkey?"
Stephen Wright

This journal is late. So are the next few I'll be making. I've been busy.
First of all, start playing this. This was the tune in my dream.

Yeah, I was in China! My girlfriend and I were on a big tall tower, with crossed pieces of wood. It was like this:

only much, much higher. I estimated about 200, 300 feet high. It was high. A stereotypical little Chinese house was on top.
I was up there with my lovely girlfriend, and there was a porch-like area above the ground, and a cannon on it. I peered in the cannon, unsure of its purpose. When I pulled my head away, it shot out a little cube on a stick. The stick was about a foot long, the cube the volume of one segment of my thumb. As it fell, a parachute came out and it wafted to the ground below.
"What was that?" I asked.
She giggled and bumped me. I lost balance for a moment, and when I became sturdy, I noted that there were no railings on the tower. I almost fell.
"Hey, Tanya [name changed], be careful! I don't want to fall!"

Time skip.

I was in school. Tanya was late to her math class (the room we were going to was my science room during my freshman year of high school, and the teacher was her present Health teacher. I brought her there, and I also put a note on the door for the teacher. He had been bothered lately by kids skipping class and going to see him, so the note said: "I know you're important and stuff, but don't interrupt my goddamn class!"
He laughed and told me that it was an excellent note.

Time skip.

I was checking my Facebook page at home, and everyone was messaging me about how the note was awesome. Some kid I didn't know posted, "Awesome note. Give me your student ID and next bonfire [an annual school event], you'll have alcohol privileges! Oh wait, you're underage..."
It's true. I am.

Time skip.

I was back in China, on that same tower with Tanya. I looked over the edge. It was a long way down. Tanya bumped me again and grabbed me with a hug.
"Really," I began, "don't do that-" but I was cut off as I fell over the edge.
Time was not in slow motion, but the falling was. The feeling of weightlessness was euphoric. Down, down I went, but I panicked not and I worried not. A minor inconvenience, yes, but I knew this falling wouldn't kill me. I just kept falling down. I was light as air. I spun as I descended to the Earth and I saw the plaza below me. There were little red shops on the street corners and many happy people meandering about. It was so peaceful, and I felt removed from the world as I got closer to the ground.
At last, we landed with a thud.
I wasn't hurt, just really sore from the fall. "You ok?" Tanya asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.
"Ok," and she got up and walked away.
I remained on the ground. I was pretty sore. I finally stood up, but Tanya was long gone. I looked around, and there was the Anüki (pronounced "An'OO'key). The Anüki was a white monkey, about three feet tall. There is an image below, drawn by me.
The Anüki looked at me with a stern glare, and then silently walked over and gave me a big, warm, soft hug. It was a powerful hug, with the ever-necessary pat on the back as well. This thing is so darn awesome. When I LD, I'm going to make sure he is in my dream again. I like the Anüki.

Yeah, this angry thing gave me a hug. It smelled nice, too, and it looked clean. Just an overall nice fellow.

22.01.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a zoo where most of the animals were birds. They were placed in cages at different floors, It was sort of a building with no walls, you could reach the top floors by climbing cages, vissible from outside. A few times I went to the cages and climbed them to reach the top ones. There was a particular bird I wanted to see but just couldn't find . Someone told me that the bird was just in front of me, but the cage was hanging from the ceiling and my view was blocked. I climbed down a bit and saw the bird.

Suddenly I heard a monkey yelling at me. It was a small thing, yellowish in colour and with very sharp teeth. I got scared and climbed down quickly and started to run away, but the monkey jumped down from the cages and bit my hand. Then I woke up.

I am going to some country in Africa. Apparently Mt. Everest is there. I am in a room of people who seem to be celebrating something, I have the feeling that it has nothing to do with me. I feel like we're probably talking about mt kilimanjaro but I just roll with it. It's time for me to go so.. I am instantly zapped there, of course.

Upon arrival there is a sort of carnival/festival thing going on that is also somewhat reminiscent of a renaissance fair. I was wandering around and looking at things for sale. There were a lot of fireworks and children gathered around. They all started spinning on the ground and then exploded into huge bursts of color.

There is a woman selling big boxes of rice candies. You know, the kind that have the rice paper over them and there's always a sticker or something in every box. Those. We had a long conversation about them and she gave me a big box of all of them. Upon tasting them though they tasted like the boca/veggie chicken nuggets with chocolate all over them, which, isn't very tasty, at least in dreams.... I haven't tried that in waking life.

Anyway, I ended up somehow getting a memo that I had to go back to Oregon, so I did. Upon arrival I was somewhat bitter that I had to leave so soon. After some conversations it was decided that I could go back and possibly choose another place to visit.. So, I went back, and I think I was meeting my mom there. Because when I got there I was in the middle of a huge plains where there were monkeys and rhino's and in the distance I saw a huge lurking lion. I knew that there were things that I should not take my chances with so, I jumped into what was, er, a weird buggy-golf cart thing that had a bubble of glass over it. It felt safer in there, anyway. I began calling my moms name and wondering where she could have gone off to.

I found a school that had a fenced gate and went inside, there was a giant monkey who was chasing me, and those things can get violent. We were both pulling back and forth on the gate to the school until it seemed to be more of a dance than anything else. My mom came out of nowhere and the monkey rested his head on her shoulder and went to sleep. She said she had to go.

I turned back to the school which was only one or two rooms and looked pretty dingy. I could hear the faint sound of drums echoing from inside so I ventured nearer. D came walking out holding some drum sticks, smiling. He said he just got out of band practice and that things had gone really well. I told him that was awesome and kissed him on the cheek. We started walking away holding hands, and then we heard music coming from back inside of the school. D got pretty upset at this, saying how they were all loading their instruments up when he left, and now he could hear another drummer in there. We went back to Oregon.

Dream changed/completely different dream

I decided to go to Eugene, OR. I'm not precisely sure why. I think I decided to move and go to school there at some point during this dream. It started out that I was visiting, then changed to I lived there and it also resembled San Francisco (hills where all the houses were all squished and mushed up against each other).

I'm walking up a hill that is san francisco-esque, when I start looking at a window in one of the houses. There is lots of art work and weird hieroglyphic writing. Someone calls my name and I turn around, it's some tall guy who is blonde and looks oddly disproportionate. There's someone in there that I'm supposed to see, but I don't know who they are. I begin painting a piece of glass for some reason, and the tall blonde guy comes over and takes it from me, "what are you doing? That is not how you paint, you do it like this," and he begins taking globs of paint and just sort of throwing it onto the piece of glass. "You see, I am a genius, watch as I make masterpiece."

I shrugged this off and he just gave me a nasty smirk. Some people came in and said that we were going to X (not sure where). We all walked outside together. Blonde guy began putting paint all over his face and chest as we walked, and he started talking about how great he is. I think I said something along the lines of, "you're not all that great, and you've never made a masterpiece in your life."

He smiled and turned to me and said, "I like you, because you are right. I only do these things because it fits the strange persona that I would like to convey to other people. Teachers think I am great because I can just do something completely weird and off the wall that they don't understand and they think it's brilliant, while you see that I am just a regular boy who wants people to pay attention to me."

I think the dream ended around here.





Oh yeah, at some point during the dream I was walking around with a video camera and making music videos. Lots of songs kept playing over and over in my head, all different ones.

"Am I a butterfly dreaming I'm a man... Or a bowling ball dreaming I'm a plate of sashimi? Never assume that what you see and feel is real!"
~ Doreen, from Chrono Trigger

Alas, I did assume that everything I saw was real. Breathtaking foolishness, I suppose, considering that if anyone told me that this happened to them in real life, I'd call them an idiot and walk away.
I was sitting in my car near an old bridge when I looked out the window to see an orangutan looking at me. It was no more than 6 or 7 inches tall, but the coolest part was that it had wings and was flying! I was amazed. After all, flying orangutans don't live in North America. It must have escaped from a zoo or something. Anyway, there it was, just staring at me through the window. I smiled at it, and then it flew over to the bridge. Oftentimes, this bridge has many cars on it. Not in the dream, though! As it was crossing the bridge, I guess it lost its strength and fell into an old brown fisherman's boot. A man and a few other people walked over to try and help it. They took the flying orangutan out of the boot, brushed it off, and held it over the water under the bridge. In real life, there is a deep, moderately fast moving, somewhat polluted river underneath the bridge. The orangutan then jumped out of the man's hand was was flying slowly up the river until its wings gave out again and it fell in. I think it drowned. Then I woke up. That was weird, I thought.

I saw this thing thought it was perfectly normal, just uncommon. Remember that if you ever comment on my sanity.

I guess I can throw flying out for a reality check...


★★★★
Flying

I'm walking down a street with Asuka. I think she tells me to do a reality check. I say, "well, if I can fly, i must be dreaming... but I can't right now see." Then I jump and flap my arms like a bird. I'm about to hit the ground when I start floating up. I say "Shit, Actually I do this quite often... no way that this is a dream."

DV weirdness.

I'm in some building that represents the forum of Dreamviews. There Naiya is spinning a tv screen around and around. Spinning it like a coin. she looks at me and shouts, "for being a dream guide at DV you sure are a lousy one."

Cory at club Nexus

I'm sitting at club Nexus with Raven and Nomad. I say to nomad "Why is your version of my attacking you dream so different? sometimes I still wonder wether you make dreams up."

"All dreams are 'made up'" Nomad burps. "I think I just have way too many multi dimensional dreams."

"Forgot about that." I said. "hey shit it's my friend from junior high... what's he doing here?" I spot cory from junior high. I walk up to him, He has earphones around his neck. I say, "Hey mang. how's it going"

"Robert?" he said. "Hey you made it to one of my DJ shows. Glad you could come." I give him the rock.

"well hey man, what's up? Let's catch up!"

"sure, my table is over there. let's chill out for a bit" I follow him to another table where some girl is standing. His GF?

We sit and chat for a bit. i forget what is said but some huge guy starts hitting on his GF. Cory, turns into a monkey and starts kicking the guy's ass. He hits him over the head with a metal banana and then shoves it up the guys ass. Then he does a weird backflip kick and sends the guy flying through a wall.

"nice," I say.

Driving.

I'm on some highway At night time. My dad drives by and tells me he is going home. My brother flies in from behind me. he says "You have got to see this." My brother rips open the trunk of my dad's car, and inside is some weird thing. like a strange mask. i am generally creeped out and run down the street.

Bus station

I get off a Greyhound bus during a rest break and enter the convenince store. I'm with some weird guy from the bus. anyway I go find the washroom. I get into a stall and the guy just follows me into the stall. I ask him what the hell he is doing.

After some things happened which I can't remember. I go outside to get back on the bus. But I see the door is closed. The bus driver is standing by the door. He tells me there will be a a 5 hour lay over here. I shrug and go back into the store.

Serial killer

I am standing in a room, watching from 3rd person perspective. A man sits down in a chair for a haircut or something. The hairdresser is a man. When the guy in the chair isn't looking, The hairdresser takes a cloth and puts it over the guys mouth. The man in the chair is now dreary. The hairdresser ties the man up in the chair and starts ridiculing him.

The killer then pulls a huge winding spike down from the ceiling. There's a crank which he begins turning which spins the spike. I watch as the spike gets ever so slowly driving into the dreary man in the chair. I watch it go through him slowly as he screams and blood pours everywhere. Now i am standing in the scene. I can feel the spike going through me now and it's painful. I run out of the room. And see my grandmother watching television.
She says "your favorite show is on" and switches the channel. It's now the same scene where the killer is slowly putting the spike into the man. My grandma smiles, walks behind the tv screen and disappears.

flying again.

I escape from a Templar prison. I fly up and become a green winged serpent. I have a hideout in the Arizona desert and decide to fly there. suddenly it starts hailing and the sky gets dark.

To fit the mood, now i'm a gargoyle with black wings. I roar, and look for a place to shelter myself. I see nothing but endless black rooftops in the darkness. One place catches my eye. Ifly over the roof and see a garage in the backyard with some lights on. I go down there and see a bunch of weird light boxes outside the garage door. I find a shadowy spot and hide there. A girl close to my age emerges from the garage. I stay hidden in the shadows as she goes over by a truck hood. She places something on it.
she then says "Oh I see you there! come out please." I emerge from the shadows and kiss her without hesitation. She pushes me away. but keeps talking as if nothing happened.

She then takes my hand and shows me that I am holding a photo of her. She says, "See I really think we were supposed to meet, I haven't seen this picture in ages, I lost it years ago, and here you are before me with the picture in your hand." She seems like an old friend even though I have no memory of her. We walk down the alleyway a bit There is no rain or hale, just night time out.

We walk until we reach a convenience store. Now it's daytime. She says "there's someone you are supposed to meet, come in." But i am smoking and can't smoke inside. I rush and hurry to finish my smoke. I look at my reflection in the store window. I have the face of Carlos Castaneda from chris's pictures of him. I am wearing a light blue bandanna. But the bandanna is in the middle of my face and the knot is right on my nose. I do my best to adjust it.

"Hey come on" The girl yells from inside the store.

What?

vague dream about making love to the girl from the previous dream.


There were other dreams that I have forgotten... i must be a Nazi with my notes from now on.

Morning of March 18, 1988. Friday.



This was a long dream, but mostly uneventful and primarily involving forgotten conversations and some sort of board game at first, possibly Monopoly. The plot centers around friends coming to see me in Cubitis. They mostly sit in a circle in my bedroom, both girls and boys. It seems I may be around fourteen years of age or older. I am seated in the circle and facing due east.

Eventually, a spider monkey, which seems to be very active and intelligent, starts talking profusely, as if he is in charge of everything. He mostly remains on my right, sometimes standing in the center of the arc of the semicircular formation of friends on my right (if left and right sides were divided into even half-circles). He talks about his “career” which I think is relative to music and radio as well as politics. It also seems that he is a prince of some kind, seemingly of a large country. At one point, he is wearing a gold crown and a red robe. Oddly, I do not question the fact that a small spider monkey is talking so clearly and with such authority in my dream (it is very vivid but I have no idea I am dreaming). At one point near the end, he is more and more articulate, eventually holding a banana, and I believe, talking about politics and mentioning “Washington”. My friends do not seem to think it that strange to see a talking monkey.

I think about producing an epic documentary detailing his life and times, but that thought soon fades. My dream is very vibrant prior to losing cohesion.

I get the impression he is the “Duke of Swing” (vaguely reflecting on “Duke of Earl”), which is eventually replaced by “Sultan of Swing”, which seems to be his actual title. The Dire Straits song, which seems directly related in afterthought, did not cross my mind at all when in my dream, and only at the waking point did I remember the song title, which seems to somehow have “created” my dream from the start.

Morning of September 2, 1968. Monday.



In my dream, in readying myself for starting school on Tuesday September 3, 1968, my transportation will apparently be a banana boat. It will seemingly be as such for about two weeks regarding the somewhat unclear back story, as apparently the school buses are all broken down and will not be fixed until a couple weeks from now.

At one point, it mostly seems as if the cargo boat is somehow going over land rather than any body of water. There is the sighting of a mischievous monkey near the top of a crane that looks somewhat like a sketchy charcoal drawing at one point. At times, the many bananas lying around do not seem exactly like bananas, though many have likely been mangled or flattened somehow.

At one point, there are a number of small columns, about waist high, each topped with at least two or three bunches of bananas. (It reminds me vaguely of the layout of a drive-in theater.)

Students are wandering around, but soon, I do not see anyone but a few adults and they seem to be shopping (buying bananas only). I wonder if I am in the right place.

It is only a guess that this dream was most influenced by “Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)” by Harry Belafonte (especially the association with the line “I wanna go home” in anticipation of an unknown new semester), as my sister Marilyn had the record, though I mostly heard it in 1966.

Another influence might have been associations with my new lunch box for second grade (of the same kind as shown), as it was yellowish (but then so are school buses) and vaguely reminiscent of a banana (the handle was yellowish and curved).



It is probably far more revealing to say “It reminds me vaguely of the layout of the desks of a classroom” than suggesting a drive-in theater here, though it was outside and it was a genuine reflection at the time - perhaps contemplating being in a classroom again yet still with the additional potential of outside freedom - though inside/outside ambiguity is fairly common in my dreams - though exotic and highly unlikely outside settings sometimes seem bilocated in an inside familiar location; for example, at one point (though not throughout that particular dream) the “large desert” in “Beyond the Martian Time Barrier / The Martian Casket” was seemingly somehow “of” and “in” the living room of my Cubitis home while still seeming like a “real” desert setting including even the larger expanse of land and the sky overhead - it was only as my dream was ending that I became more aware of where I “really” seemed to be mentally as walls and floor began to partially come into focus.