1/9/20 I am at my great grandmother's home in Atlanta. B currently lives there and has kind of fixed it up though the outside of the house is grown over with vines and greenery. The house is a single story in the front but two stories in the back, like the basement is built into a hill. She has her living space in the basement and I see her purple bed in a corner. G is with me as we kind of tour around the house. We wander around the house with B. I talk with B about the history of the home and how long it has been in my family. I show her the room upstairs where my great grandma and her sister slept in beds side by side for many years. There's a large floor grate at the doorway that I remember hurt my feet to walk on as a kid, only now it has expanded down both walls of the room like a big L. There are small flames that come out of the grate, I gather it is the malfunctioning heater that hasn't been serviced in years. She almost catches the bottom of her flowy dress on fire because she trips on the grate but gets up quickly enough, no harm done. I am with G now downstairs in Bs room sitting on her bed. We are watching a program on television, it is like a home renovation show that is featuring the same house we are actually currently in, B is on the tv. They take axes to large twisted bundles of vines that have grown into the house through a window in her room. One of the guys is hitting a wooden doorway with a hand axe and I gather his intent is malicious. B comes downstairs and tells us the rest of the story while we watch the show. We decide to go out to get something to eat before leaving town. We are standing in line inside a large food court type area that is actually a single restaurant. It feels like a gourmet rallys of sorts. The building is diamond shaped, bright white decor with scattered black tiles, tall ceilings, with counters to order at on each side corner and tables all around in the middle. There seems to be a large column/pillar in the exact center of the room. I stand looking at the menu for a while trying to decide what to eat. We debate where we want to eat while standing in line. I mention I would really like to eat at the Dwarf House (the first Chick-fil-A). Perhaps we will get a snack here first then go somewhere else. The girls have ordered and gone to find a table. I stand for a couple minutes at the front of the line trying to decide, there are people lining up behind me while I scan the menu. It is hard to read and I am barely able to make out the pictures, though I know generally what they have. I apologise to the guy working the register that it took me so long, saying "Now don't be mad at me it took me all that time to decide, but I just want a large fry well done and two soda waters with lime." He is understanding and asks for my name. I speak it to him but then he motions to a keypad in front of the register I am meant to type my name into. I try typing Noah, but it ends up like Gerold6 on the screen, I shrug whatever and submit it. As I am walking away I gather the workers are allowed to heckle the guests, it's like this restaurants brand, they were joking a lot before and now that I've made a gaff they turn the focus on me. They make an announcement on the loudspeaker that Gerald doesn't have the number six in the name and he proceeds to write it on a whiteboard, while laughing saying people can't have the number six in their name. I shout back jokingly "You don't know that!" The workers all laugh at my response and walk away from their registers holding their faces. I walk over to the girls and B has become S, I am completely enamoured to see her again. We catch up and I am really glad to see she is doing so well. She seems lively and much more energetic than the last time I saw her. She's even showing interest in me so I'm somewhat besides myself. The girls have gotten their food a while ago and are just picking at their trays and I start to wonder where mine is, it has to have been 20-30 min by now. I see fries fully cooked sitting behind the counter on the metal tray and no one standing around. Then a guy walks out from the back, stands there for a minute or so and then surprisingly notices a ticket printed on a printer under the counter. He reads it, tears it off, proceeds to make my fry and prepare the drinks and walk it out to me. I am grateful if not slightly annoyed by there being so many employees standing around and none of them seem to be too focused. At a certain point I begin speaking to an employee who I believe is on break. We talk about the type of restaurant this is and how it's set up/how it is to work there and make fun of people all day. He has social conundrums with some fellow female employees so I give him some social advice on how to work it out. The girls go to the bathroom together when we finish our meals. So I decide to walk outside to take in the views. For some reason I am now in a corporate office lobby with open windows on one side leading to the water. My father and uncle are there, we all seem to be fixated on screens or the windows, I can't be sure. My uncle is leaning on dad's shoulder while they stand together. A worker for the office has spilled his soda on the floor of his desk, he gets up and walks away. He returns to his desk with a fresh cup of pop and takes a picture of it with his cellphone before sitting back down without cleaning up the last spill. This guy kinda looks like Ben Schwartz. We are all standing along the water now outside. I am still waiting for the girls to come back but I notice there are boats going by to tour the local park. I am on a boat now, thinking it will be a quick excursion before returning. It is a boat car type vehicle and we travel through a park with many coloured birds on the ground and in the trees, they are all smaller like sparrows though coloured like the rainbow. The driver keeps driving and I gather we are going much further than the park. I text G "I think I've made a huge mistake" The boat makes water and we continue down into a river. Everytime I shift my weight the boat sloshes to the side and some water splashes in. The main guy driving asks me how old I am. I tell him and he says I am too big and I need to sit still while we are in motion. I now realize I am too close to other people I don't know and fumble to put on my mask. I pull it out of my pocket and there are many masks all stacked on themselves and it is difficult to separate the one I want to wear. The driver describes the river we are going down. It is like the florida keys for georgia, he points to a map and there is a huge crack waterway through the entire state of georgia. I am far away from where I started with strangers now. The dream ends.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was out walking along some damp, sandy shoreline with my sister and my oldest nephew. It was a nice, sunny day. The water was to our right. We were probably pretty close to the water, too. The shore itself was probably pretty narrow. We passed some really beautiful scene on our left. There was a big, beautiful lawn (though the grass may have seemed to be a little dried and yellowy). At the end of the lawn was some kind of beautiful, classical mansion or palace or plaza. I can't really remember it that well at all. It was gleaming white, and it had a lot of columns. There were people in some non-modern dress walking around on the grounds and in or near the structure. Parts of the grounds may have been open from the shore. Other parts may have been separated from the shore by a fence. My sister pointed to the beautiful scene and said, "This reminds me a lot of my trip to Italy." For some odd reason I took a really sarcastic tone with my sister. I said, "Pfft! There's nothing like that in real life!" (??? ) I then either said, "That's only a painting," or, "That should really remind you of a painting." My sister and nephew and I were now walking in the downtown area of some smaller town. We three seemed to be among the few people out on the street. It was still a nice, sunny day. We walked down a street with dark tan or brownish buildings that were probably around eight to twelve stories tall. Suddenly I saw, across the street from us, a huge helicopter descending from above the building tops. The helicopter had a dull, blue underside. It was shaped a bit awkwardly, like if you were to put an old, corded phone's receiver into a blanket and then try to make a rectangle out of that mass. The helicopter was moving pretty slowly. It was still descending, and it looked like it was directed toward us. I'm -- pretty sure -- that at this time I recalled a time IWL in 2002 when I was in downtown Santa Fe, New Mexico, and a huge, black, military copter floated down toward me and seemed to follow and watch me for half a block or so. I'm pretty sure that I was really worried that this helicopter was going to do the same thing to me. I had been really afraid in Santa Fe -- so afraid, I'd had to hold onto a wall near me to stay standing. But I didn't want my sister and nephew to see me that way. So I tried to show that I was actually interested in this aircraft, rather than that I was afraid of it. But as the helicopter descended, it turned out that I really was more interested in it than afraid of it. The helicopter actually looked like some form of public transportation -- like a bus, but with propellers instead of wheels! I could see now that the helicopter-bus was going to land and unload passengers at a building on the corner of a block just up ahead and across the street from us. I ran toward that building, leaving my sister and nephew behind. I got into the building. It was like a hollowed-out lobby of an office building, but with something to its atmosphere that made it seem like a bus station. There were concrete pillars through the room. The window-walls of the lobby must have been tinted, because the light coming in was kid of smoky-amber colored. The floors may have been covered in a short, tight, brown carpet. I'd come in through some doors to the left of the corner of the building. But the helicopter, I saw, had landed at the corner of the building. There were some hospital-like, sliding-glass doors that opened along with the opening of the helicopter's doors. A little wheelchair-ramp-type structure went down from the doors to the floor. I ran up to the sliding glass doors as they opened. There were no passengers in the helicopter-bus, even though the helicopter-bus had apparently landed to let passengers off. The pilot stood just outside of the bus for a moment or two. He was tall, white, with a kind of big belly. He had short, shaggy, red hair and a short, shaggy beard. He wore squarish eyeglasses. I didn't say anything to the man. I just stood there, kind of awed that I was seeing such a new, incredible element of public transportation. The man understood my feelings, though. He said, "Well, it's fun for now. But the city'll get rid of it soon. This is the new thing. And when the next new thing comes around, they'll forget all about this thing." I now spoke to the man, but it was like I was speaking to him in my head, or through narration, as I was heading back out onto the street, out to my sister and nephew. I told the man, "Oh, no -- they'll never get rid of this. It's too great! And it makes so much sense. It's so efficient!" I may now have been telling my sister and nephew something as we watched the helicopter lift up and away. The helicopter seemed to be going right back in the direction it had come from. So did we. We seemed to be walking right back down the block we'd walked up.
It is night, and I was going to go to S's boarding house. I already texted him, but I didn't get any reply. I was going in, but the gate going into the area was just closed. Then somebody knocked and was allowed in. I went in with him. The people who let us in said that we should not go in so late, or at least be silent, because the people near the gate are annoyed by the noise of the gate. It's already midnight. I waited a bit while they were talking, and then I went further into the place, following the cement path. On the left, I see houses, and then a sea beyond it, with a hint of a coming dawn. I see some houses are so open that I can see the people's bedroom inside. The "doorway" is very wide, and has no door. I also see some people with their bed outside of the house, and there are even some people sleeping on it. It looks like a very small village, with most of the place open ground. There are also some foreigner-looking people sleeping. I finally reached the boarding house, and I saw G and S there. S was sitting on a chair outside the house, and G was leaning on the table. Upon seeing me, G stood up and S made a "gun" sign with his fingers pointing at me (with his right hand). He also asked sarcastically if I was still alive, and I answered yes, with a tinge of disappointment, probably because I was expecting S to fetch me by the gate. G asked for down payment for the boarding house, since I will be staying there. -------------- Dreamsigns: Beds outside the house Wide "doorway" Location is different from the actual boarding house location S is sarcastic Repetition (this is based on what happened last week, where I went to S's boarding house) Speed of time: midnight to dawn in almost an instant
a 4-22-2011 I was aware this was a dream but did not have the awesome clarity and mental plasticity as a full LD. I was also aware, on some level, of my dream goal of wanting to be a hero or helper and was expecting for this to show up during the dream. Dream 1: Sarcasm I was in a building that opened its doors into a dirty dusty courtyard. I thought ‘what a pathetic place.’ Unimpressed with this dream already, I still had to explore so I walked out into the dusty lot of a yard and walked toward a group of people I saw in a far corner. I then saw a boy (about 5 years old) at the opposite end, he was dirty and had raggy clothes. He was looking at a little blond girl his same age with mud on her face and on her torn clothes. Now I was angry at this dream giving me this out an infinity of interesting things I could be seeing. “Oh this is great.” “Oh its Mr. Little. And oh look, its Misses Little Ugg Lay.” I decided to walk in-between them and see what was up with them. Before I got there a woman (white in her 60’s with obviously artificial brown hair) stopped me “Wait I need to take your blood pressure!” It was harmless and you never know it could become interesting. She put the cuff on my wrist then realized that was not the right place for it and put in on my bicep and pumped it up and started to count. After she was finished I started to walk to the business men talking in the corner but the oldest one with gray hair said “Don’t.” So I walked a bit and thought about using telekinesis to rip the whole surrounding buildings down for kicks. Then this guy came towards me from that corner, now a little ways away, and said “Now if you don’t behave I will have to throw you out.” “Oh I wish you could throw me out” I said knowing he was no match for me. He then walks up on the wall defying gravity toward me and down on the ground closer to me shocks my arm a tiny bit with a bolt of electricity. I am unfazed. He then shoots a laser at my arm and cuts it open to the muscles inside which would be horrifying if this was not a dream and I was not the indestructible being that I am. Still it is a cool power I suppose. He stormed off. A couple came out to me and threw down a picnic blanket. I felt their expectation that I was supposed to join them so I sat down and waited for the woman, who looked a lot like Dharma from the TV show Greg and Dharma (the short haired girl in blond?), put everything in place. Sitting down I didn’t feel like myself any more, it felt a lot like when you wear a mask and you feel the difference of what you are supposed to be. “Wow this is great ain’t it?” I said sarcastically. I didn’t like what I had said but fortunately it was taken as me joking around. The woman put out the food which was the tiniest amounts of food amounting to 3 gray pees and a thumb sized spot of gravy. I then yelled “DON’T TOUCH! I DON’T WANT ANYBODY TO HAVE TOO MUCH!” I was shocked and thought ‘where did that come from?!’ The woman was sitting there in disappointed shock and the guy with us was like with his mouth hanging open. “I didn’t mean that” I muttered, “it’s perfect, it’s just a taste. Just a taste…” Embarrassed and unsure at what just happened I got up and walked off. Dream 2: First Aid Hero I was in a large parking lot like out front of a Lowes or WalMart and so I walked into the garden center area these kinds of stores have and someone behind me asked for help. It was a woman about 23 needing to get up high on to the shelved plants up high. She felt like I worked there and I felt that maybe I did in the real world and this was my dream from that life. I helped hook her up to some pipe on the ceiling so she could use it like a zip line but it didn’t work. A female manager came to us and criticized how I attached her to the pipe which made me hate the idea that I may work at a place like this. I thought about several ways to blow the store up but realized that chemical reactions don’t work in this dream world so no real explosion would happen. ‘Screw this’ I thought and headed for the outer fence of the garden center “where you going?” a female voice called out to me from behind, I completely ignored it. At the fence I flew up a bit and passed through the chain link fence and flew over the parking lot to the woods. I tried to get some more height but could only get as high as the trees which I ran into. Then I saw a very large and pointed hill of dirt and thought ‘well this flat city really does have a “mountain” after all’ I chuckled to myself. I let myself float onto this hill but then saw a lot of ants on the hill, and was for a moment scared that they’d bite me, but remembered they can’t bite me in a dream. I drifted toward the highway where there were cars and 18-wheelers speeding by. I floated into the traffic but was too high for the cars. Then in another lane 18-wheeler tipped over on its side and skidded my way. I couldn’t get enough height and the truck hit me but I felt no pain it just bumped me up into the air more. Seeing the truck on the side of the road on its side, I flew over and opened the door and went inside to see the driver had a lot of scrapes and a bloody wound on his chest. I spun into hero mode, at least from my certification in First Aid, and dressed his wounds in record time. Then I knew the last instruction is to wait for the emergency crews ‘I did enough here, this was successful, I can go now’ I thought and woke up to record this dream.
--- I'm at an amateur skateboarding competition with a friend of mine. We, along with what seems like a hundred other skaters, enter a large flat area lined with quarter pipes. All the participants stand on top of the ramps facing the center, where several people in charge are introducing the event. They begin to pass the microphone around and each person is urged to say something. Several people babble about nothing, but I remember thinking they sounded cool. I worried about how I would come off. My companion was passed the microphone and, in my opinion, made a solid impression on the crowd. The microphone was then handed to someone else. Then to me. I said in a sarcastically monotonous voice, "Fuck the police, comin' straight from the underground. Young negro got it bad cause I'm brown." Most of the crowd thought it was pretty funny. I looked around to make sure I didn't upset anyone and passed the microphone on. This is the last I remember of this portion of the dream. To the best of my knowledge, it preceded the following dream. ---
Updated 10-20-2011 at 07:30 PM by 33186
Something has affected the masses of society, so I escape to the mountains with my friend Dustin. We "hideout" in a classic log cabin, complete with a thigh-high wooden fence surrounding it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lincoln built it, but he probably didn’t. Dustin and I are hiding up and away from the rest of civilization because something vague, yet dangerous has befallen mankind. We’re not sure of what it is, or how we’re aware of it, but once we find our supposed ‘solitude’ in the mountains things start to unravel. I should note that this Dustin wasn’t anything like the Dustin I know, except for the fact he looked just like him. This Dustin is immediately hostile toward me, and advances upon me outside of the cabin, and he ends up instigating a dream battle between us. We grapple at first. To the casual observer it looks as we’re yanking each other around or shoving one another, almost as if we were “Indian Wrestling.” It is interesting to note that it was mostly Dustin attacking me. My end of the “physical” battle consisted only of defensive blocks. My offensive combat are more clever and creative (mind-oriented) whereas Dustin resorts to grunt physical movements (body-oriented). I spend most of the dream battle antagonizing Dustin verbally. My assault consists solely of insults, sarcasm, jokes, and a lot of laughter… everything I say makes Dustin angrier and causes him to retaliate stronger. I counter his punches and kicks expertly, which makes him angrier. I even allow him to land a few of his blows, all the while laughing and instigating. I am winning the battle even though I haven’t landed a single physical blow. I believe this is because my verbal assault distracts his attention and focus, which gives ME more power. Dustin grows weaker as he spends more energy on physical attacks. I back him up against the short fence and all while talking to him, I execute my first physical assault, which is to pushhim over the short fence. He topples backward over it awkwardly, but not painfully, it was more embarrassing than anything. I have won the battle because Dustin has been made to look like a fool. We both know that I have won, we seem to both understand the unspoken rules of the battle. I laugh in victory, which pours salt into Dustin's wound as he, upset on the other side of the fence and covered in actual dust, makes a quick movement and draws a firearm from his side. He fires the pistol at me once, as I feel a bullet tear through me. My laughter stops. I am not hurt. I'm not exactly shocked or surprised that I am shot, as I seemed to anticipate it earlier, but I am more disgusted/disappointed at the "cheap shot" (lol get it) after the end of the battle. I touch my stomach where I am shot, and look down at my bloody hands. I shake my head at Dustin, and fall to my knees muttering snidely something about his inability for honor. I laugh again. I am mortally wounded, though I do not die before I wake up.
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