[These dreams were not very fun. I felt kind of sad this morning.] Pop Music vs. Classical Music Listening to a pop song, I realize that the intro is taken from a piece of classical music. But they really messed up the phrase when they took it out of context and changed it like that. I'm frustrated. I try to find a family member, so I can explain to them what the problem is. Malicious Shower Trying to avoid notice becomes somewhat more difficult when my sister shows up in the restaurant. Mentally, I change my disguise to a short-haired Korean woman with a strong accent. I walk to my sister's table to ask her a question, and after we exchange a few sentences, I realize that she thinks I'm one of her new students just arrived for orientation. My disguise looks just like one of the students she just met. The manager of the restaurant comes over to say that I can have as many samples as I desire before deciding what to eat. After he's gone, I decide to try some of what my sister's table ordered. The trouble is, it's still in a tin baking pan, and whenever we try to cut a bit off of it for me to eat, the pan just spins in circles. There's not enough friction. But eventually we hold it still long enough for me to cut halfway through and rip the piece the rest of the way off. It tastes good. I wind up for a high five with my sister; it's funny because we're both wearing oven mitts on our right hands. But afterwards, I worry if that might have blown my cover. I wander around the restaurant and arrive at the conveyor belt that customers use to return used dishes. It's similar to the oversized baggage claim in that there are a limited number of slots. You have find an empty slot and try to slide your dishes into it as it rotates past you. A slightly awkward kid from my school is in line in front of me; I doubt he has the chops for this. Plus, the employee overseeing the conveyor belt points out that there's only one slot open. The kid tries to slide his tray at the slot, but he hesitated too much, and it hits the rubber divider. The overseer takes the tray and puts it in the next available slot, and then it's my turn. Fortunately, it looks like there are a lot more open slots, now. But it turns out that I miss, as well. I have to go to the bathroom. I haven't seen one in this restaurant, so I walk through the big hallway connecting the restaurant to the other business in this building. The main room of the other business is very tall, and small circular tables dot the floor, spaced pretty far apart. It's a nice room, very open. There's a big window in one wall, and the others are painted in light colors. It's the second time I've visited this room; I was here once before my sister came into the restaurant. And yes, there is a bathroom! I go inside, but when I go into the stall to pee, I'm doused from above with a lot of water. I try to get out of the shower of water, but then another one starts above my new location. It's like there are fire-extinguishing sprinklers all over the ceiling, with laser detection so that they start pouring whenever anyone stands under them. I mean, I wouldn't mind the shower, but I don't think I have any way to dry myself off. Oh, wait--there's a brown towel hanging from a hook just inside the stall. Good thing I thought to bring that. I go back into the stall and try to pee, but it's difficult. I have to hold up the toilet seat with one hand while standing pretty far back from the bowl and aiming my urine carefully. When I wake up, no, I don't actually have to go to the bathroom. Unsanitary [Content warning: this one features poop.] Spoiler for Unsanitary: I have to go to the bathroom, so I start peeing in the front hall, naked. There's a place for me to do that, there, but there's no place to poop, so it's bad news when poop starts coming out, as well. I couldn't stop it because I had to finish peeing, first. Fortunately, it's pretty dry. Although I don't really want to, I don't have much choice, so I put my off hand under my butt and try to hold the poop there. I decide to go into the bathroom, since I suspect my sister is in the family room, and she probably doesn't want to see this. When I open the bathroom door, I'm taken aback by the mess. There's a house centipede on the floor, and also a trail of what looks like wet grass leading out of the bathtub. I wonder if it's marijuana--maybe my other sister was doing something in here. It would be just like her not to clean up after herself. But I'm just going to have to deal with the mess, because I'm in sort of an emergency situation. Slushie Shop Dad and I are on the way to an event I want to attend. It's an hours-long drive from my house. We're passing a slushie shop, and Dad asks me if I want anything. I don't, really, so I reply, "Only if you're really hungry." He stops anyway, so he probably only asked me because he wanted to visit the place himself. Another day, we're going to the same event, and we stop at the same shop. This time, they're understaffed, so they tell us it will take half an hour for the slushie to be ready. It takes a moment for that to sink in. There's no way we have half an hour; we didn't build that much extra time into our schedule. My soccer game starts pretty soon. But we stay anyway. While we wait, we sit at a table with two employees of the shop. One of them gets to talking with my dad about the four districts of Denver. One of the districts is mentioned by name, and the male employee starts talking about a building in that district which is associated with the gay rights movement. He's in favor of it, and he's frustrated with people who are making trouble for the building. After he leaves, the female employee apologizes for him, saying that he doesn't understand that gays are degenerate people [or something to that effect]. I don't respond, since I don't want the situation to escalate, but I reflect upon the apparent fact that everyone against the gay agenda is just a homophobe. Another day, we're going to the same event, but this time my mom is driving me. We stop at the same shop. My mom tries to pour the slushie from the machine herself, but it doesn't go too well. Worth a laugh, though. Procrastination As I'm driving in the right lane along city streets, something important falls out of the passenger side of the car. I really don't want to go back for it. It seems like that would be a huge hassle. On the other hand, I need that something when I get to my destination, so if I don't stop now, I'll just have to stop later, and that would be even more of a hassle. Reluctantly, I look for a place to pull off on the shoulder. I'm not going to turn the car around; I'll just park and walk back. The brakes don't work very quickly, so I miss the first spot I was aiming for, and I have to use the next one. It's right next to a residential driveway. I hope the owner doesn't mind. Chocolate Graham Crackers I'm lying in bed in the morning. There's a lot of cereal in the bed with me; my personal stash. But I'm leaving for college in four days, and I'm not sure I can finish all of the cereal in time. I decide to have cereal for breakfast. It's a mixture of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and chocolate graham crackers. Carefully, I dip each piece of cereal in milk using my right hand, then put the dipped piece into my left hand to hold. I'm still in bed, so eventually I'm going to have to carry all of this to the kitchen table. Incentive Students are given one piece of candy for each point they got on the last assignment. I got 20/20, which is nice. The students handing out the candy give me two packets of colorful chocolate spheres lined up in a line, then a few extra pieces of some different kind of candy. I'm confused, because I thought there were ten spheres in each packet, so I shouldn't have gotten any extra. But it turns out there are only about eight, so it works out.
Commentary non-lucid lucid Last night was pretty good for dream recall. I was told in a dream before I started my journal not to go to sleep at my girlfriend's house anymore. This was told to me by a "dream expert." When I woke up, I didn't want to take him seriously but the truth is, my recall is much better when I'm not with her in bed. Still I can't say I would sacrifice the relationship so that I can get better at dream recall and eventually lucidity. Amazon River I was camped out on this river in the Amazon close to the city of Iquitos (This is where a former love interest now lives and interestingly it is the largest city in the world which can only be reached by boat or airplane). There were only a few people there in the camp but many people in the city and many people conducting their lives on the river. Many people were busy but I was bored. I tried to escape by going down the river but I turned back because I was a little scared. My friend caught me and suggested that I take a class in the city to learn how to speak Spanish. 75,000 dollars for a room (table) Waiting in line to go to a concert maybe. It turns out that we are going to have to stay the night in line or the tickets are sold out and we can't go home. We need a place to stay. Inside there are all of these rooms that people are staying in with people waiting outside of the rooms hoping that they're leave so that they can stay there instead. Looked like lines at a port-o-potty at a concert. I didn't think it was worth waiting outside of these because the people would likely stay in their room the whole night. Outside there were empty spaces including cafeteria tables and chairs to stay in. My dad,mom, and sister are there and we all need a place to stay. I go up to my dad and tell him that we should take one of them. There is a Japanese man selling them for the night. He takes me to one of the cafeteria tables and offers it to me for the night for 75,000 dollars. I am incredulous. I go to my dad and ask, "how much would you spend for this at the maximum?" He says 3500. I tell him the real price. We try to get in touch with the Japanese man to make our offer but can't find him. Then I awaken. Former friend, Office, Uncontrollable Driving I see a former friend (MS) outside of a cafe. We exchange greetings for the first time in months. This is a guy who I haven't really talked to civilly since April. He's often in my dreams because in a way I miss him but I no longer trust him and he's incredibly angry at me. I tell him I have to leave, but on my way to my house I see a girl at a cafe table and I start talking to her because I know her. He comes and joins us. Somewhere in all of that, we make a data for a basketball game. We met in the office where I work. It was on one of my "days off" but in reality I'm full time. There were all of these new interns and part-timers getting trained and doing work (including in my desk). I felt that my job was being threatened. I didn't talk to many of them, but one was cute and she was eyeing me. When I got into the office, i noticed there was no place to play basketball. I was looking for MS but he was really not to be found. I thought that I couldn't wait for him forever and that he's probably gone so I decided to leave. Then my high school friend (JR) arrives and walks me out to his car through the back door of the building. As he's driving, we are catching up. It turns out that he was involved in a movie, fiction, a story with themes of a particular conservative political philosopher named Le Fume (he doesn't exist, I googled it). I was impressed but didn't want to ask about the details of it because I didn't want to get into a political discussion. As we are driving, he gets out while the car is still going. I'm holding the wheel from the passenger seat to stay in the lane. Then I realize I need to stop because we're going down a hill and I don't want to speed up too fast. I jump into the drivers seat but it is manual (I'm used to an automatic). I try to apply the brake anyway, but the clutch isn't working. I slow down enough to pull into a parking lot and come to a stop as my tires hit a curb. It is a lot for a park and there is a lake. I'm still wondering where JR is. He should be arriving soon. There are many people there, some who I recognized and they have kayaks. They belong to a kayak club. I get into my bathing suit. My underwear are uncomfortable and I try to take them off in public but someone warns me against it. I get a name-tag hung around my neck with just my name and no summary of who I am. Somebody else gets a tag around their neck with a chicken leg bone tied to it. Then I wake up.
08-22-2012 -- At school? Convention? Work? I'm just not sure. It's kind of a muddle. I stop by the office to check on something, and they're giving me paperwork for all the students who are somehow different in some way that is related to me. Have no idea how, that part doesn't stick. Anyway, Tammy from Courier Express is working in the office, and she is the one who has been setting this stuff aside for me, but somebody new has just taken over, and I fear they may object. They don't seem to, though. Meanwhile, more records are being printed out for me, but they are out of paper, and I am trying to find some more to keep things going smoothly. Isn't working very well. I am heading into a hall where we are going to watch some sort of movie, and as I am entering, I run into Carolyn wearing Petey's costume, but not the make-up. I'm hoping I haven't offended her by coming to this movie without here. There are a bunch of other clowns here, too (also in costume, but not make-up) which is why I wonder if it is a convention. The movie turns into some sort of show, and for just a minute or two it turns very political. I think Rush Limbaugh is there, and perhaps Mitt Romney. But the politics vanish very quickly, thankfully. Soon I exit that building, and soon find myself entering a stadium-like seating area that I've visited in a bunch of dreams. There are people trying to get us seated and organized before whatever we are here for is ready to begin. One of these is an attractive brunette who I am thinking of getting together with, but Steve Koffroth gets there first. Darn! [Overall, this was a huge, involved dream, but I just couldn't manage to remember much in the way of details, so it makes a pretty small dream post.]
Non-dream Dream Dream 1: I am looking for work with JK from Orange County. I am selling some kind of scam on the side. Dream 2: I am involved in a boat crash in the ocean. It is kind of like the show Lost - we split up with some people going on land and some sticking to the sea. I go on the land. I take something important from the boat. A huge man who shouldn't be able to swim fast catches me but I throw the important item to someone else. Dream 3: CG is dunking in a basketball game versus some little kid. We are in my bedroom playing next to my drunk dad. I am worried that I will wake him. If he wakes up and sees me doing sh*t I am ready to throw down with him (strange). Dream 4: I am involved in politics in another country in ancient times. I am a political leader and there are rioters attempting to break into my castle. They are being held back by my army. They finally break through and are about to kill me. I agree to follow someone's lead and change priorities to survive. Dream 5: Humans are being tortured by little bright / shiny frog-like creatures that use our bodies for replication. When ready to hatch our minds are transferred to them then thousands of them burst out of our bodies in a flash of light.
again i awake to recall nothing and let myself drift back into sleep.) I feel as though i am watching a news segment as i see a man with gray hair and a perfectly combed beard and a younger person wearing a black shirt argue about something. the images cut to a female reporter who says "now the situation does seem like a fight so he has scheduled a planned wedding for the assembly, at 97 he makes a decision" my dream fades into darkness and back in, now i see a class room, the teacher says something and a little girl replies "good gracious, good gracious, good gracious, ..." and then a voice comes in with a visual, the visual appears to be yellow skwiggley lines and the voice says "second grade, Good gracious Animations. (at this point the dream fades out as i hear the phone ring and i wake.)
The dream started to fade in where I was walking around this airport/museum/mall (there was a lot going on) that was in some sort of dome. I could tell that we were in a dome or place that is similar to an inside amusement park because I could see the light from the outside shine through a open structured window through the top. It was funny that I noticed this because this wasn't the main focus of the dream it was just scenery that I noticed at a glance. So, i was drifting through this place for awhile, passing people and different districts and kiosks in this place but nobody was very formative about where I was and what I was doing in this place. It ended up that there was some sort of big event where a bunch of people where getting together. Everything seemed to happen way too fast to really recognize what was going on in the dream, it was like rush hour or something. I ended up with this chick with blond hair who was my partner or something. We got together at this event and it was weird because there were these Alien looking children up high on this pedestal area and this whole crowd of people where looking at them like the were performing but they were just standing there smiling. I was saying in the dream to my partner how some of them were cute and some of them...well some of them had issues but really I didn't think any of them were cute because they looked like aliens and they kept changing appearances. I remember thinking in the dream that they were selling these children, it was like an auction. I asked in the dream if that was the case and somebody said "yeah" like it was a normal thing that happened and then I said "well, no wonder they look so different" because I was thinking about how scared some of them looked. The dream was also mixed with some talk about world views on same-sex marriage, adoption, and hitler. It was like this was being discussed by that background people in my dream or something to that effect.
12/5/2011 Something about a 2D video game. I'm travelling along roads/highways with only a backpack. I was with a guy, but I stayed at the political talk when he left. He kept taking pictures of everything, including a group of veiled Muslim women who didn't want to be identified as having been there. I deleted that one. After he left, I moved to a different seat (I was going to ask the Muslim women something, but then it was time for the next talk to start, so I sat where I was). Then I won something. A choice of trip to Hawaii or other places. I wanted Hawaii, but we went somewhere else. On the trip, a convenience store person sells me a fake ID, and I get in a fight with the guy in the line.
This is a complex dream. Working backwards: Finn. Something about Finn. In a large room, almost like a giant lecture hall or maybe an auditorium? Except I think there were a lot of stairs, rows and rows of stairs in a square...anyway, I know he gives me a hug, I explain to him what's going on - the press are taking pictures of me, you can google me and see them. They caught me on a boat ride with the senator (Marceu? I had to google how to spell his name, to be sure, though it had turned out I guessed right), and also another boat ride with some of his family (or something like that...friends? neighbors? people related to him). They're saying I'm having some sort of "thing" with him, which is especially controversial because he's a Republican. I work for the Democrats. I say, "Yeah, I'm so in love with him I can't even remember his name or how to spell it." Sarcasm. - It's an election. The Republicans already have a strong majority in the House and Senate. The Democrats NEED to win some big ones. I'm apparently going district by district in Indiana, trying to gather support for the Dems. Each district has a candidate I guess? Must be Reps. There's one district where no incumbent is running, or something. Should be an easy victory for Dems. Except, some Democrat says to this guy, a kinda fat and blonde middle-aged man dressed in a vaguely cowboy-ish manner, "You should probably [something about promoting a candidate] or we're gonna casino (?) this." The Republican, who is lying on a couch, makes some smartass reply like, "Of course we're gonna do that, you think we'd just let you win?" [I'm paraphrasing; can't recall the exact words]. I'm offended and say "Well he was just being polite in reminding you, we didnt have to do that at all." He makes another rude comment. - Explaining the scenery is difficult. I live right near the border of another state (I guess?). Also by the water. There's this island, which I later find out is able to move. Neat. My neighbor is this Republican senator (who I later call Marceu, so I'll refer to him that way from here on out). He's kind of a jerk, but maybe somewhat handsome. Older, roughly mid-to-late 30s or maybe early 40s. He has a wife and kids, i think. I know earlier in the dream we got in some arguments, but later we strike up somewhat of a friendship. Not a serious one - we go on a boat ride together because we're both lonely and bored. When he first approaches me I feel awkward, but we become a little more comfortable with each other. Later, when I am again lonely (my dad is with this pregnant woman - more on that later), I take a boat by myself and circle around near his place, looking for him. I feel a little awkward, like a stalker. I wonder if I'm overstepping my boundaries. I don't end up seeing him, and I go back. I see on the internet the press has been taking pictures of me and are speculating I'm having a romance with Marceu. I'm very offended - nothing is going on between us, we're just friends, no, just friendly acquaintances, really. I rant on my blog about it. Also, I'm kind of weirded out about having my picture taken and being famous - it's a little freaky, but also kind of cool. -- This part is seemingly unrelated, but I believe it was part of the same dream. There's this pregnant woman - black, overweight. She's pregnant with twins. She goes into labor and for some reason the only people there to help her are my dad and I (and I think one or two other random people - a boy maybe?) , as she's unable to get a taxi or anything to get her to a hospital. So my dad has to help her deliver these babies and I'm pretty freaked. He initially approaches the situation with his usual calm and methodical manner. But he too becomes freaked and says "I can't do this." Apparently one of the babies is dead, and he has to pull out the dead one before he can get to the other. That's just too much. And there's a lot of blood. At some point, a boy was pulling other things out. Hard to explain that. Somehow, though, I'm able to go back in time and make this better. I go back to a certain critical moment where I can ensure there are more nurses and doctors readily available. So then I'm not present for the actual labor - I believe this is when I end up on my boat ride with Marceu. Also, at one point this island moves. Someone had to get to this island, so they decided to move the island to them instead. Sweet.
In some way, and without really realizing it until now, I had become the new leader of SD (a political party in Sweden which is hostile against immigrants). This is an extremely weird thing for me to dream since I do not support their opinions at all. In the dream I also felt that it was a bit weird, but then I remembered that I had joined SD in order to change their views somehow. I thought I had succeeded, but then I realized that people still hated SD and even felt that things had not changed a bit within it. I began thinking that if I really was their leader now there surely had to be lots of articles in the newspapers about me and I would be recognized by people and probably even hated. I started to get really worried and a little dizzy. I even started panicking a bit and thought about how my whole life was going to be ruined now because of this. I pictured an article about this, where it said that I had gone from being a person who were strongly against SD's opinions (or so it seemed... that sneaky bitch...) into becoming their leader. I wondered how the hell I had gotten myself into this mess and did not remember a damn thing about how it all had happened.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG 00:00 GMT – Sleep Political speech and endangered tribe A guy I know, who is president of a political party has presented a proposal in the Parliament and he is causing a lot of fuss. [this came from an open letter this guy actually wrote about a petition to present to the Parliament and which I read during the day.] Then I’m on an excursion with him. On the way to wherever we’re going he is telling a story to all the participants- supposed to be with a moral to it but nobody is taking it seriously. He then looks at me looking for some support and I nod and smile, showing I totally understand what he means. We both look through the window nostalgic, almost as if looking deep into each other. Then we arrive at a place in the jungle where there’s a tribe whose culture is disappearing. The excursion people are gathered around a table, eating some delicacies they are serving to us and I am completely obsessed about some yellow cookies that are quickly disappearing – I take all the last ones for me! We’re on some kind of house carved on a stone wall and through a hole (kind of tiny window for the air to pass) I see a tribe kid peeping. I feel curious to meet him and go outside after him. I see an old lady still living in accordance with their traditions but the youngsters I see are polluted with western culture. I sit down with some kids (don’t know if it the same kid I saw before, these seem older) and we talk about how they live their culture and they couldn’t care less, they don’t feel attracted to the old ways anymore, think it’s boring. I feel sad that we, foreigners, are more aware of the beauty and profoundness of their traditional and wise relationship with the cosmos than they are. 7:00 GMT – Wake up
I was at what must have been a Taco Bell. There was a DDR machine against one wall; two guys were showing off and there was a crowd of people watching. Someone said, "I'm gonna get some food then play some DDR." I replied, "Should play first, it's harder to play when you're weighed down by tacos." (This and the way the setting looked suggests it was a Taco Bell.) Several people agreed. There was a TV on nearby, the news was on talking about a black man (I seem to want to think his name was Leeroy) who was just elected the head of the "Memory Party". Leeroy was in a suit, but acted very ghetto and was apparently rather dumb. He was giving a press conference in which he announced that he was going to run for president. His jaded opponent for head of the Memory Party was in the audience and said something about how a candidate for president should have a name like Leo (his name). Leeroy replied with something about how that'll happen when the white man calls black men white and Asians call them white man-san, and then paused like what he had just said was the wittiest thing anyone had ever said ever. He went on to say something about now he was able to his kids "chains and brains and gems and jew'ry". There were a handful of supervillains watching from their evil lairs, and they were all thinking about how they had to steal Leeroy's evil stupid powers.
Notes: I did some guided meditation towards learning about some of your past lives (Props to MoSh for that!) and I had one of the most memorable experiences I have ever had. I learned a lot about what I thought was a "other" existence, but is actually a past life unfolding slowly to me. Dream: The dream was probably partially caused by the visualizations that were done during the meditation. I was on a train boarding platform, the kind that you would be on right before getting on an old style steam train. The train was in the station, behind me. I do not remember what the weather was like at the time of the dream. I remember arguing about politics for some reason with a random person, I then got on the train, and found my seat. The train starts to roll out of the station, and I remember no more of the dream.
At the beginning, I was a nun, in the 1930s-1940s and for some reason, me and the mother superior had to hide from other people. She guided me down some staircase that went very deep underground. The walls and the stairs were made of a beige stone. At some point I noticed a room, to the West of the stairs, that was strangely light for something so deep. Then I somehow got separated from the older nun and decided to go back up to the world of the living. I somehow turned into a young, typically post-war looking young lady. I was in a city that looked like Paris, and I was reunited with a young man I had tender feelings for and whom I hadn't seen for a very long time (because he was a soldier?). He looked like one of my mates from high school, Vincent. Vincent and me went for a ride in his (or mine?) car, a coupé from the 1940s too. We started to discuss the result of the upcoming (actual) French presidential elections, being worried that Sarkozy would be elected. I worked in England and was back in France for a short time only. I wondered if he would accept to come and live with me in England if Sarko was elected. Then we went back to were we came from, except that for some reason we were driving on a railway now. We arrived at a station where he disappeared and I hooked up with 2 older male friends. We went in the underground part of the station, which happened to be in Tokyo. There were all sorts of little shops selling pointless gadgets such as only the Japanese can make! Among other, I was amazed to find little porn figurines with the face of Emma Watson! But my mates were delighted. Then we took a corridor to go upstairs and the station turned into a ferry, and I was with my parents. It was a very luxury cruise ship, the kind we couldn't afford anyway. We saw that restaurant which looked very expensive, and had a French name which I have forgotten, except that there was "jeudi" (Thursday) in it. We asked if we could have a table, and the waiter ask if we'd booked, to which we said yes, even if it wasn't true. He gave us a table someone else had booked. Unfortunately, the cuisine was pretty poor, and I protested, he said there were some sort of restrictions. What's more my parents and I were worried the people who had rightfully booked the table would come and we would be uncovered.
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