Morning of August 18, 2016. Thursday. In the first part of one scene, I am at our present home and near our front door. It seems we have at least one (unknown) female visitor but she is talking with my wife Zsuzsanna in the dining room (which we use as the main bedroom). For some reason, our front door is open and I am looking outside while standing in the doorway. It seems to be early afternoon. I am eating some delicious snacks of a strong bittersweet flavor, eating at least a dozen of them without paying much attention to their appearance. They go down my throat, each being swallowed whole. Finally, upon looking at them, I notice that they are like miniature shish kebabs, though the implied stick is also edible and sweet. On the end of each is a large and shiny red carpenter ant head with black mandibles. This gives me pause even though I had been enjoying these snacks (and I briefly vaguely wonder if eating their heads as such could be dangerous). I realize that the ant head goes down first, and I had been properly consuming them as such, but now, as I think about it more clearly, I am not so sure I will continue to eat them, at least for now. In another sequence, I am looking over at (old neighbor in Cubitis) Harold’s orange grove area (even though the house I am observing this from seems to be a minor variation of our present home). It seems to be late morning. The weeds are very high, nearly at chest level. I feel slightly guilty for not having mowed the area (which has no orange trees in this scene) yet do not even consider that his area is not my responsibility anyway. Soon however, two of his workers come over and start cleaning the area. They are dressed like sheiks (even though I sense one is East Indian and had worked as a cab driver recently). I still feel slightly guilty at their difficulty in trimming the plants. However, it soon is seen that what I first thought were weeds are two beautiful trapezoidal sections of tall flowering plants, forming two somewhat large hedge-like features. It now seems to be an amazing regrowth of what was intended years ago to be as beautiful as it is now. Still, the unknown male continues to work at it, cutting small sections at the bottom. He brings his gardening shears near the top but the areas near the blossoms are impossible to cut for whatever reason - in fact, it almost breaks his shears. He stops and studies the tops of the plants. He then informs Harold’s wife (who instead appears as Diane K for an unknown reason) and tells her that the plants are producing fruit, which seem very valuable. This does not seem to matter as Diane tells him that everything must be cut down as that is what Harold had said, though she seems upset about it and refers to him as a “posturing curmudgeon”. I feel very annoyed that the fruit will be wasted as well as soon missing out on the beauty of the red and white prolific flowers. Eventually, the setting changes very illogically. I am still seemingly at our present address, but the roof seems to be missing and the orientation still partly reflects Cubitis. Looking to the north, I see what resembles the Rose Street building. It seems to be nighttime though still somehow light enough to see at a distance. On the roof is “Diane” (still apparently playing the role of Harold’s wife) though she now seems to be Karen’s mother instead. I wonder if she sees me and recognizes me. She does not wave or make any indication as such. My two youngest sons are in the house, more to the north. The house seems to be open to outside on that end. I am still aware of her annoyance at Harold having the plants cut down, but when I look out, I notice two smaller beautiful hedge-like areas and it now seems daytime again. Turning about, the setting shifts yet again and it is now late at night again. I now “understand” even after having gazed at the shorter hedge-like flower sections in his yard, there are now only two mats in that spot (which somehow now is a much smaller area) with shorter grass growing in parts in a somewhat random pattern. I also see light-colored sand in random patches, mostly on the mats, which is also somehow the remains of flowers. This is in the area of the kitchen on his side as apparently we share the residence. I view the scene from our (my family’s) side of the kitchen. I do not question the plants having been growing out of the wooden floor and also growing from the mats. The kitchen is fully enclosed and no part of the house is fully open to outside as it was minutes ago. Soon, I need to use the bathroom and it is late afternoon again. I go into a (fictional) room (which would be implied to be between our two son’s rooms in layout) where it looks as if the toilet had somehow been slid across the floor and turned perpendicularly to where it had been. There is a decorated Christmas tree to its left and the room looks more like a lounge room overall. Looking down, I see there is hardly any water in the bowl and there is also a transparent plastic wrapper in it. I decide to use the “other” toilet. The other toilet is in our actual lounge room and faces east though is in a corner (northwest) that is implied to be our bathroom. At first, it seems fine (and it also is now a few hours earlier than it was moments ago), though I eventually realize the curtains are open on two sides and I hear the rest of my family returning home from their outing. I am annoyed (in realizing how open the “bathroom” is) but get up to close the two curtain sections. Still, I then see there is nothing there at all, the area being completely open on two sides with no curtains after all (implied entry point and the right side) and the time shifts to where it is even earlier (close to morning), so I decide to wake up and use our real bathroom (though it is not that common for a dream to be based on needing to get up and use the bathroom), which I immediately recall is not problematic as the ones in my dream had been. It is curious how many bizarre scene shifts and impossible time shifts there were and I did not question any of them, especially the house not having a roof and being completely open on one side or time jumping backwards a couple times, though both aspects are quite common in dreams.
05.19.2012Onision Drawing Commission (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of some workout area, the flooring consists of black tiling, and the walls are pretty dull and boring with a white and light gray setting. There also seems to be mirrors on the wall as well. I think I was resting on the floor or something, it just felt weird. I was watching some guy who looked like the Tyler I used to know in middle school that could run a mile in PE in around 4 minutes or so, except, he probably was way stronger and toned in this dream. He was racing some random guy inside the area we're in, and there's some black padding on top of the tiles I believe where they were running. My perspective was fixed at the right side of the gym area. There was a coach literally screaming at the top of this lungs when the Tyler and the other guy were racing each other. Tyler wins, and the coach tells the other guy to start doing some push-ups, probably as a punishment for losing. Then I see a colored drawing of two men in underwear, just seeing them in underwear, the lower regions....lol what? One had gray briefs and the other was white. I think this is the point I actually get up. Then I see Onision...the guy on YouTube, and he asks me if I have time to draw someone, and I think he meant it in a way that he'll pay me for doing one as well. This gets my attention, and I zoom right in front of the counter he's behind, and said that I'm basically desperate to get some cash. He shows me some reference photo of himself I think? But he wants someone else to be drawn. I asked him if he can give me a reference photo for the other guy he wants drawn instead of this random photo that kind of looks like him. Then some weird stuff happens, I'm focusing more on the other photo of some dude with dark pink hair, and I'm literally zooming in on the photo, and then I see Sheik appear out of the red mist that was forming. It's like I went to another dimension or something looking at the hair, it's hard to explain. I see most of Sheik's upper region, and then I finally get out from zoning out there for a moment. I tell Onision that I can make a drawing out of it if I cut out the guy's head and edit it to where it's on Onision's photo of himself. Then when I was going to tell him how I'll receive the payment to do the drawing, the dream fades._________________________05.19.2012Money Money Money MONEEEHHH MONEEEY! (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm waiting in line at what seems to be a bookstore, and I go up to the cash register, and as I'm taking out cash to buy whatever it is I'm buying, I get distracted when there's some other people coming north east from me. I think the person coming from the other side is using fake gift cards, something like that... I ignore him, and then I realize I have way more money than I thought I had. Sweet._________________________05.19.2012Walking In College (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Not really an interesting dream, I just passed the intersection that looked almost like the one near University Drive at A&M in College Station. I'm wearing my light brown leather jacket (Looool in this hot weather?) along with light blue jeans, and it seems I'm just talking a walk while I'm heading down near the Sbisa dining building. I look to see if there's any traffic by turning my head left, and go to the other side. A lot of passive actions....sigh.
Recent Comments
