12/14/2012 11:30pm I am at a party in a large warehouse and people are dancing. It still a pretty big room but small by comparison. There are disco lights and smoke. There are several groups between me and my girlfriend who I see dancing and having a good time. I am extremely tired and because of the setting I started to feel drunk like I haven't been in a long time. Next to me is a really cute girl dancing and she starts to flirt with me. I'm too tired to participate and besides I have a girlfriend. I lean up against the wall. I close my eyes and start to slide down the wall till I am lying on the floor. I didn't want my girlfriend to see me drunk but still was wishing she would come take care of me. I fall asleep for a bit. When I wake up the lights are out and everyone had gone to sleep where they were. A giant quilt covered the whole room and only the people along the wall could pop their heads out. Most had paired up but nothing sexy had gone on. I wondered why my girlfriend hadn't laid down next to me. Instead, the flirt was next to me and she was playing with my hair and starting to cuddle up. I was way to tired to move and so I let her do her thing. Our legs were touching when I sat up to see where my girlfriend was. I couldn't see here but thought that she was probably one of the lumps under the quilt about 15' away where she had been dancing. Still exhausted I plop back down to the floor. The flirt plays with my hair some more and then I hear my girlfriends voice saying something along the lines of "WTF...what is going on here.. you letting her..."...I don't have an explanation. I'm to tired to give an explanation. Being as tired as I was would have worked but I was to tired to even think of that. For those few moments my GF was pissed but then she became totally unconcerned. Apparently she had been loving the huge climbing wall in the next room and was climbing alone while everyone slept. The flirt and I followed her there as she put on fall protection and a hard hat (like I have at work). The climbing wall covered every wall of this part of the warehouse and extended across the ceiling. There was also metal scaffolding and walkways above the middle of the floor. I felt concerned that my GF had been climbing without someone to watch her. Trying not to sound too bossy I ask her not to climb by herself because it is dangerous. I say something about needing to go home but GF says that we don't exactly have one of these at home and wants to keep climbing. As the dream fades I see more of what is in the warehouse. There is heavy industrial extrusion dies with eye hooks on them. Climbing rope and chains are run though the eye hooks...............Wake up
05.07.2010NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID In a comfy carpeted room with a giant bed straight ahead and a bunk bed to the right I stood there admiring the two quilts. One was gray and the other red. I had on a ski mask for whatever reason and had come home from JCC, referring the dream I had earlier today. Mom and I had talked briefly about getting the right classes. Dad came in and picked me up by the neck playful in the context of the dream but it would obviously hurt in real life and only put me back down when he saw a UK logo on the ski mask. Later that night I'm sitting on a comfy chair before a TV in some corner. Sitting next to me on some leather seats is my uncle Jon and some rich fictional fellow with a monocle complete with rare breed of cat purring on his lap. The television media (most likely Fox News based on color scheme) starts talking about my brother Kyle and how he represented some company that insulted a famous celebrity. The celeb wants Kyle put away for fourteen some odd years. I'm shocked by this. The rich fellow asserts that the charge will most certainly be dropped since my brother was merely representing a company and was not a free agent on the matter. I feel a little better.
Had a creepy dream that I was in a house in the middle of nowhere. It had belonged to long-dead relatives, one in particular a woman, who had left behind a quilt and some other odds and ends, but all were relics from the 1800s. In any case, the house had little ghost-children who wandered around outside and on the porch, even during daylight. They wanted me to come outside and play. I was understandably reluctant. Then dreamed I was swinging, only I couldnt get the swing going, and when I did, I kept falling off.
Morning of January 17, 1970. Saturday. This is another dream from age nine that I additionally wrote about (compared to typical basic documentation) several times when much younger and even made a homemade “comic book” version about. I tended to have more lucid dreams (mostly late at night) during the winter when I lived in Florida, as I had a smaller heater in my room that was quite noisy and caused me to remain in various half-sleeps at times. It rattled continuously when it was on, with a nice bright orange fiery glow. Sometimes a miniature fireball in the form of an insect, spider, or a bit of dust would go flying out. I always felt very comfortable at the sound and glow, though, regardless of the unusual metallic rattling and vibrating noises on and off throughout the night. I heard they do not make these heaters anymore due to the fire danger. The walls of my room were solid rough “prickly-textured” concrete, though (with a big long mostly diagonal crack on the south wall, floor to ceiling, which was painted part cyan, part dark brown, as if someone had ran out of paint), kind of a sharp contrast to the thin and light plastic curtains I had for a time, which blew all the way up to the ceiling at the slightest breeze during the summer months in a noisy, crunchy cascade. This childhood dream was recurring a few times, later versions were slightly more movie-like and this was one of those times when I even “rolled the credits” upon waking as well as starting my dream by showing the titles and opening credits. This one mainly involved shrinking and becoming only about an inch high. The first versions I had recorded in my journals as “World under a Blanket”. My later title was “Quilt Utopia” just to be fancy, I suppose. The later “Quilt Utopia” versions were more interesting, as the different crazy quilt patterns became part of the actual dream, such as “roads” or convoluted “sidewalks”. The main idea was that when I shrank, I was still under the blanket yet somehow in a different world, complete with buildings and roads and a “blanket sky” way above. However, as my dream progressed, the “sky” would get lower and lower until it was more like I was in a cave. The warlike characters that came after me turned out to be small toy soldiers that were from a box at the foot of my bed. Later versions usually had a more positive theme, yet with castles, kings and queens, and at one point, a very large but eerie lake with distant swamp-like aspects, where you could see the horizon where the blanket sky domed down over the “edge of the world”. There was also an “Alice in Wonderland” theme in one version, where I said something near the end like “I’m not afraid of you, you are only toy soldiers…” and being almost my full size with a very small king and queen looking on under the “blanket sky” that was slowly getting lower. The later crazy quilt version had unusual faces in the “sky” that stayed with me in a hypnopompic event. There is one point where I am poked with a bayonet, which turns out to be a bed spring, poking through the mattress when I am awake, so there are two main versions - one in which the “world under a blanket” is a dream, and another where I actually go into a sort of other dimension with portions connected to the real world (such as the “blanket sky”). There was another much later “version” of this dream as a young adult, but it involved the entire Earth in a giant “pillow case” or “slipcover” (I think the real-life caption was “Earth’s Slipcover” in the magazine I later had). This was later also related to seeing an idea in a humor magazine in real life (such as the many “Mad”, “Cracked”, and “Sick” magazines published at the time) related to fictional horror movies, except the later dream was not really nightmarish overall. The humor magazine drawing showed the world covered by a giant pillowcase or slipcover, I think; a somewhat rehashing of my childhood dream, but not quite precognitive, even though the odds at the time of someone else coming up with a “world under a blanket” idea would be fairly unusual to the individual’s own path (especially prior to the Internet).
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