1st June Dream: I was on a country road with H. We were walking along it when the road curved towards a big estate. There were tall and trimmed hedged along either side of the road. On the right side were some bushes partially under the shade of an oak. The bushes had bright cobalt-blue fruits. On closer inspection they looked like strawberries, in shape. I took one and ate it and it was sweet. I then told H I wanted to make jam with these cobalt berries and H said we couldn't take many but I started to pick the large berries into my pockets until I couldn't take any more. Some bit of the dream is missing, or there is a transition. Then we're inside the big estate place, but it was just like our home with a bigger scale for the rooms. I remember being in the kitchen and it looked regal or something. Dream Fragment: In some kind of museum or gallery, there were many objects on display, everything was lit from underneath. I remember there was this wide trunk or stump and I smashed it's side somehow. Its core was crystalline and I pulled out one piece. It was shaped like an amorphous animal. I suddenly had a long knife, and started carving it to look like a dog. It felt more like wood than crystal. Notes: - The second dream may have just been a run-on sequence from the first. - In the first dream, I remember it was sunny and it felt like it was a quiet road. I remember that the cobalt colour of the berries was particularly vivid. - At the time I think I had started making jam more often, a habit I have kept a bit by now. I like to make jam or jelly out of fruits other people might not consider, so maybe the exotic character of the berries and my desire to turn them into a jam might be interconnected. - I still have some visual memory of the second dream which allows me to make note that it looked a bit like that place in space odyssey, with the white floors and rooms at the end. It was darker than that because the light was focused on the displays though. - Looking back on this dream, I quite like the idea of the crystal and of carving it. To me, quite a while now since I had this dream, it feels analogous to some of my inner concepts around transformation and undefined forms, shapeshifting and so on. The carving is significant as a whole because carving and sculpting as a whole are of major interest to me but they aren't activities I've had much chance to work in. On top of that it deals with the subject of controlling matter and changing it.
I was in a seemingly ordinary room, white-walled and minimally furnished, when something unusual caught my eye. Near the leg of a chair was a tiny little human, no more than two inches high. Closer inspection revealed that it was Donald Trump! Trying to figure out what was going on, I remembered hearing that this room had been designed as a sort of art installation by the punk rock impresario Malcolm MacLaren. All the furniture was subtly oversized in order to make one feel smaller, maybe even bring back memories of navigating the grown-up world as a child. But what I was seeing now was a much greater shift of scale than I would have expected. Just how big is this furniture, if it makes a grown man look only two inches tall? I knew that Malcolm MacLaren had been rich, but it would have cost a fortune to build an installation to a scale like that! Then I realized that my scale was perfectly ordinary in relation to the furniture, which could mean only one of two things. If the furniture were vastly oversized, then I too must be an enormous giant, so that if I left this room I would be blundering through the city like godzilla... but that seemed unlikely. I was pretty sure that I remembered being in ordinary scale to the world outside this room. The other possibility was that Donald Trump is actually only two inches tall. That made a lot more sense, given the extent of his overcompensatory bluster. I wondered if it might help if other people came to perceive this.
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i stand on the American side of the America - Mexico boarder. for some reason i am fixing to cross boarder. all that stands in my way is a creek (i believe was supposed to be the Rio Grande) a standard metal fence, and a wooden platform with two guards and a scale on it, all this is on the Mexican side. (here a blank spot in my dream occurs...) the next thing i know i find myself on the platform and the two men tell me to step onto the scale and so i do, i look down at the screen and they say to tell them what it says. as i look into the LCD readout i see a skull and crossbones so i tell them "skull and crossbones" then i see a black gun and i say "steel" a white gun and i say "shoot" the black gun "steel the white gun "shoot" i look up and one of the men makes a comment in a half amused manner "man this guy is disgusting." (as my dad walks into my room at this point the dream goes black and my eyes slowly begin to open.)
I am outside in my backyard or something similar in the winter looking for a large harp with my friend Jesse. We go along the side of the house and I spot it. The french teacher is going to get there first! Oh no, if she gets there first we'll fail! She's about to touch it but I dive for it and grab it. I'm about to play when I realize that this is a dream! I say so, and Jesse is like "Yah man its a dream!" I don't know what to play, but I start to pluck the strings. It sounds beautiful and I'm shocked that I am able to do this. Its a decending scale I'm playing, and I'm plucking two strings at a time going down the scale. Theres a pitch difference between each string in the couple, it sounds really nice like something from ancient greece or something. I start to screw up, and am worried that I'm going to screw up even more, so I do and it starts to sound horrible. I try and convince myself that I can do it but theres just too much self doubt and it doesn't improve. The professor tells me that it will sound much better in real life.
Teacher's Pest I sat in one my professor's class, a class that is based on poetry. Everything was the same, as usual, except that all the desks were a lot smaller than university tables, and were tiny, elementary school desks. I was my normal, large, adult size, complete with facial hair and a smile. My teacher, on the other hand was very upset, and increasingly annoyed by my "antics" which were nothing more than making a joke here and there, and getting the class off topic.
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