I'm traveling, and attending this formal dinner. I'm seated next to this older guy who occupies some position I'm very respectful of, something to do with myth and ritual, and he asks me about what my legacy would be. I'm not a native speaker of whatever language we're using but I believe the word he used has a connotation to do with children, so I talk about being an uncle to my IRL sister's kids. (She doesn't actually have any yet.) He and the people around us seem disappointed by that answer - as if it's an acceptable answer to the question, but an indication that I'm not the kind of person they hoped I was. Then, unsure if I'm translating this accurately, I change my answer to "if the stories I tell are remembered." Now he seems much more approving. Fragments from earlier: Taking a bunch of tourists to see a show claiming to represent old Aztec traditions, stepping back from the show while they watch, and standing next to an ancient Aztec dead man, listening to him mock the show. 3rd person, a magician who traveled and was misinterpreted a certain way by the people he met became known as 'king of kings' (my first waking association with that was Ozymandias).
Updated 08-19-2013 at 11:46 PM by 64691
First I'm playing a board game with my wife and X. There are pieces of the game board in a miniature scenery, and we all have small soldiers standing on the pieces. They can attack each other and try to conquer the pieces. X has the upper hand and we are plotting her defeat. As we try to see her side we get smaller, until we are walking on a road, on a scouting trip to see the size of her army. Second I'm at a crossing, on foot, waiting for to turn green. I'm actually a bit away from the crossing point, which is badly situated in my opinion. Some people look at me when the light turns and I cross the road at the wrong place. A couple of them are actually crossing at the place, but are still looking at me like I'm doing something wrong. There is a subway stop, that's where I'm getting to, and next to it there are two tourists, apparently lost. They are standing in about half a meter of snow, and they are naked. I think they must be cold. They ask me if that is the subway station and I say yes. They go inside. I go there too, and there are stairs leading up. I see a door and jump of the railing to get to it. It's the wrong one, and I climb a bit further and get to the right door.
A dream from a few weeks ago, I got some catch up to do! I was walking through ruins composed of the remains of what looked like a brick structure and several other structures making up the size of about two houses. The ground was made of sand and there was no sign of any other structures in the distance. I lived there and had a few furnishings spreed throughout the ruins such as a bed next to the remains of a couple of walls, a small dresser and a table all spaced apart. Out of nowhere a flock of tourist shows up and starts walking through my ruins taking pictures, most of them in Hawaiian shirts and carrying fancy cameras with huge lenses. I begin to yell at them, saying that I live there and that they can't be here without permission. One of them started to go through a drawer in my table and I ran over to him and asked him what he was doing. He responded with something like "I can do whatever I want, what is it to you?" I was suddenly holding a bag I own with my hard drives in it and a shoved the tourist against the wall and thrust-ed the bag at his head. It landed with a thud on the table next to him and his face filled with fear. I angrily told him that this was my home and that they needed to get out. He said he was just here to see the ghosts, and I told him I didn't care and that he needed to leave. I released him from my angry grasp and he began to back away still scared. Suddenly a ghost appeared behind me, and called out to me. I turned around, said hi, and began to talk to him. We had clearly been friends for awhile. All of the tourists stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the phenomenon I was talking to. We continued to catch up and I took his hands in a friendly gesture. Holding hands I walked with him suspended several feet in the air well over the tourists heads. They were all still frozen with amazement.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Maybe I am pushing it too far. Just this night I woke up around 10 times, with only 1h or 1:30 of interval in between. In some of these moments I didn’t write down any dream, although I could remember I just had one. I actually can’t remember of one single moment I wasn’t dreaming. Every time I woke up I recalled a dream and as soon as I closed my eyes I resumed the dreaming, sometimes at the exact same point where I had left. Maybe I shouldn’t try so hard to recall dreams, because my mind is getting a little obsessed about it 23:20 GMT - Sleep Dream within a dream Not sure what was the storyline, but have the feeling it was a dream within a dream or a dream about a dream. 1:00 GMT A girl uses my dreams to enter some guy’s dreams I am inside the mind of this guy, in his own living room projection, seeing his objects and absorbing his life stories through what I find. I see his picture of him on a shelf and I pick up from the table some notes written by him. He left something written about these dreams he’s been having about this mysterious girl, how strange the dreams are and how he thinks she is real. He calls her Lilith and all that he describes in his notes remind me of a few of my own dreams. I have this impression that I have some connection to this girl – I have this idea that she is like a ghost in the machine. I’m not actually her, but she uses my dreams to enter his dreams. And he is so obsessed about her. I then can actually sense her presence in the room, just like a ghost. Through the window I see a thick darkness outside. It’s a bit creepy and I shut the blinds to feel less goosebumps. Mystical sunset I am in my kitchen but outside, instead of other buildings, I see through the window-door the most beautiful and remarkable sunset ever over a sea harbour. There’s a few clouds in the sky, which is radiant in orange and purple shades. I go outside to really absorb this mesmerizing beauty. At this point my mother and my boyfriend appear by my side, also amazed at this incredible scenario. I have this distinct feeling that we are in some special place in-between dreams and sharing it. But before I make a remark about this to them, I suddenly wake up. My boyfriend is deeply asleep by my side and I don’t have the courage to wake him up and ask. 2:18 GMT Police chasing and using a long-time-no-see friend at a party as cover I am on a train and for some reason there’s policemen on my pursuit. I get out at next stop and mingle with the crowd, but they are still after me. I meet with these two people, a girl and a boy, in the back of some building and we are discussing something when a police car stops near us and we try to run in the opposite direction just to find more police on that side to. They go back and hide in the building and I use the policemen momentary confusion to run some other direction. I pass a construction site and go through it. But I’m a beautiful woman and my passage there does not go unnoticed. The men working there start calling me so I need to get out of there as soon as possible or I’ll be found. I cross a street, there’s a big lawn and a beautiful tall building at the end of it. I see people all dressed up and spot an old friend of mine there (J.F.). He always had a crush on me and I’m sure he would like to see me again. I am also more or less dressed up, despite the chase and all and I enter this place. We have to pay ticket, luckily not expensive, but I don’t even know what party there is. I go downstairs and it looks like a disco or bar in a basement. I sit close to him, but pretending I didn’t see him. I do something to get his attention and then he sees me and gets frozen, staring at me, unbelieving I’m there. Then I pretend I’m also surprised and we engage in conversation. I feel safe now that I have a good cover. I stick with him. 3:45 GMT Continuation of the party After going back to sleep I am again in that basement party and I realise it is a party organized by a student’s association. Looking for a calmer place, I enter this back room where the organizers are doing their work, carrying stuff, ensuring the availability of food and drinks, etc. There’s lots of sound material (woofers, mixing tables, etc). At the end of the party, some guy with long hair is looking for something and he goes nuts when he sees it disappeared. Apparently something pretty expensive. Then a girl from the organization is freaking out because the student’s association will have to pay it if it’s not found. [I had more notes on this dream, but wrote it over something else and it’s illegible.] 4:56 GMT Naked seduction attempt I am a lady in her 50’s. I am a business woman, with a busy life, single. On that exact moment I am at this place (a house? mine?) organizing something, receiving guests. There are other people around, but then it’s all over and I’m looking in all rooms if anybody was left behind and closing the doors when I find nobody. Then a guy, also in his 50’s, totally naked, jumps out of one room and is bothering me, wanting to kiss me and so on. First I feel scared, then I recognize the guy and feel simply annoyed and disturbed. Try to call him to reason, try to get him to dress something but he just says he wants to kiss me and to make love to me. I am losing my patience and then he pushes me to a bed and is on top of me and I feel incredibly disgusted to have this naked guy on me and feeling his body parts on me. Brrr... I start battling hard but then he backs up a bit. Then I realise he is not trying to rape me. We are sort of friends and he is really attracted to me and since I am cold as stone he thought he’d have to be really straight to the point to try to arouse me. I think he managed to do it just a very little bit, like a small flicker of arousal in my mind, but in general he failed and I simply felt disgust. 6:00 GMT Portuguese tourists abroad I am with my dad coming out of a subway station in a foreign country and outside we see this building right in front, with a glass façade and several names of companies and foundations on it. Me and my father are heading to this particular foundation but before we cross the street, two ladies approach us, one blond older and one brunette, in her 40’s. They ask us in French where is such and such street. We explain we just arrived and have no clue. They say they were looking for a certain foundation, not the same as the one we’re looking and that they thought was on this building but inside the doorman indicated some other building. We said again we would like to help but we have no clue. My father is trying to be nice to the ladies, but his French is quite sucky. He speaks Portuguese with me to ask me something or share some idea with me, when the ladies start laughing! They are also Portuguese and there we were speaking French to each other. So communication got a lot easier and my father who likes to impress the ladies was all of a sudden all kind to them. We say again we don’t know the place so we can’t help, but then they say “Yeah, but you have a map and we don’t!” Oh, so that’s what they are after! Since we won’t give them our map, because we also need it, we decide to go along with them and then come back. This way we can also meet them. Another friend of them appears from the other side of the street and then we go with them to a bus station, because the place is still far away. First I feel totally upset and try to convince my father to draw a scheme and just send them away. But we end up making this tour with them and it ends up being fun. 7:30 GMT Alternative centre and wasps in a pool Me and my boyfriend are visiting this town - I think it reminds me Berlin - when we find this strange alternative community centre. I go inside this complex and the first thing I see is this second-hand shop, really busy. My boyfriend was curious if that business was making any money, because he finds the clothes a bit too much weird and they say he’d be surprised. Then we see this room full of couples with little babies, doing some kind of yoga for babies. As we go deeper into this complex, we find a swimming pool. They explain is for the residents of this community and associates but that we could also go use it if we wanted to. My boyfriend jumped right in but I had other plans in my mind. I’m planning to leave but there’s a guy on a ladder, close to the roof, screaming that he just found a wasp’s nest and that they are pissed. He advises everybody out, but there’s no time. A swarm of angry wasps come in my direction and I just have time to dive in the water, clothes and all. Then we have to keep under water, because as soon as we come to the surface they are there ready to attack. I swim for some time, back and forth, coming for a quick breath at the surface but the wasps are relentless and the guys outside the pool are not solving this problem any time soon. I have taken vows of compassion towards all sentient beings and besides that, I am just unable to kill any animal, including wasps. But I decide I have to kill them, at least some of them, or people will start drown on the pool or getting seriously stung. I got out of the pool, grabbed something and started killing a few, the others just backed of. I felt awful for each one I killed – the vision of their bodies being crushed was incredibly detailed - but I also thought it was a lesser harm to protect other sentient beings, so I had to do it. Dream architects I then leave the pool and a girl offers me to go to her room in the community residential area, to change clothes. While I’m there, finished changing my clothes, I see a doll she has and I pick it up. The doll had really beautiful big blue eyes and dark hair. I find it a bit misplaced as the rest of her room is totally grown-up, no childish things, but at the same time I relate to it, because I also have this Barbie dolls in my room, for no apparent reason, just as a connection to the memories of the past. I guess the doll has some special meaning to her. Then a strange guy enters the room, asks me not to say a word and he transforms the architecture of the room – I mean, like changing the dream architecture. Where there was a normal window looking over a backyard, he made appear a stone-brick wall with columns over a huge patio like one of an ancient palace. When she arrived she was so pissed off. She screamed to the guy, saying it was not funny, asking me why I let him do it. I decided to leave them discussing it and sneaked out, amazed at the fact that they were dream-architects. 9:30 GMT – Wake up
Updated 08-28-2010 at 08:00 PM by 34880
I am walking through the neighbouring backyards towards my parent's house. As I get closer to my parent's backyard I see that there is a large, suspended wooden and rope bride that goes back into a vast forest behind their house. The forest is like the one that existed there when I was a kid but this one isn't small and continues far out into horizon, what would in reality the rest of the city, now untouched wilderness. The day is bright and warm and their is a clear blue sky. It is close to the end of summer and some of the trees are starting to change colour and drop their leaves. At the foot of the bridge is a pack of wolves play fighting with each other. They are not small but seem not quite adults yet. There are about five or six wolves and they are wide varieties of colours. One wolf is almost completely white except for a patch of black on his face and left side. One wolf is completely black. One wolf is kind of brownish grey and the rest were grey and white. I have the sense that there are several species of wovles present, but they run and play together as if they were one pack, one family. A few of the wolves take notice of me but do not approach or make any hostile gestures but seem nervous. I think that it is so cool that not only is there an endless forest behind my parent's house but there are wolves living in it. The wolves stop playing and gather into a circle with their heads pointing in. I hear one of them say something in a strange mix of wolf growls and human speech, but the sound wasn't horrible nor hard on the ears. It was almost musical. When he is done talking all the wolves look up at me, then back at themselves, then back at me (which kind of freaks me out a little) before suddenly turning towards the bridge and running along it into the forest. Almost at the same time many people arrive with cameras and binoculors, from around front of my parent's house, and ask where they can find a newly released pack of wolves. They are tourists and they want to see the wolves in their new home. I suddenly feel very protective of the wolves and demand that the people get out of my backyard. I feel that they will not be able to survive if tourists are allowed to disturb their privacy all year round. I have the overpowering urge to run down the bridge and try to catch up with the wolf pack. I do not get on the bridge right away but wait until all the tourists are gone. I do not want any one to follow me. When it is safe I start running along the bridge and it twists and turns through the thick forest. I run for some time but do not seem to get tired no matter how fast or far I run, but running on the bridge is difficult because it sways and rocks quite a bit and I do not want to fall off of it (even though it is suspended, it actually is not that far off the ground). After a while a small clearing appears and the suspended bridge comes to and end at a small wooden stair that leads down to the ground and to a wooden boardwalk that continues on into the forest. My unlimited endurance disappears and it is now very tiring to follow this path. I continue on along the boardwalk anyway and as I walk I pass or am passed by all sorts of people dressed for autumn hiking. I suddenly become aware this forest is a national park. The wolves being reintroduced is a big deal or something because it is the first project of it's time (to reintroduce wolves into the wild so far south in Ontario) but the reason why most of my home town has disappeared and been replaced with a forest is not revealed in the dream and I am confused as to why the edge of the national park is literally in my backyard. Why is it so close to the edge of the city? I walk for a while and the boardwalk comes to an end. A well worn path in the earth continues on for a bit before splitting into two directions at the bottom of a steep hill. The path leading right circles around the hill along a marshy lake or pond. The left path is straight up the steep hill and over. I choose the path on the left because there are less people on it and it seems to lead back into the nature reserve. I am still hoping that I can find the wolves, though I start to feel that I am doing exactly what I want to save them from: constant disurbance of their privacy. I come to at what I first thought was a clearing but turned out to be the sudden end of the forest. I walk out into a parking lot for visitors to the national park. The sun is begining to set. The parking lot circles around the north park of the park and comes to an octangular tower, beyond which is a soccer field and a rose garden combination. There are many people standing around a fountain in the right side of the field. The fountain is covered with a rose bush that has large, bright red roses on it. The vividness and beauty of the roses seems to contrast the unusually large black thorns hiding underneath the flowers. I walk through the feild and on the other side is a street with houses along it. I see the pack of wolves running up the street towards an overpass that has a large drainage pipe that leads along the ground back into the nature reserve. I try to catch up with the wolves but they run into the drainage pipe. The wolf that is white with black patches watches me for a moment, like he is waiting for me to catch up before taking off into the pipe as well. I reach and enter the drainage pipe and find that there is ankle deep water and debris. I cannot see the end of the tunnel but parts of it are lit up by light shining through sewer grates along the top. The dream becomes fuzzy and I do not remember exiting the pipe but somehow I end up in the forest behind my parent's house near the suspended wood and rope bridge. I run along it again, and when it reverts to a path through the forest, this time it leads to an field beside a large cliff. On the side of the cliff is a glass display case containing a minature representation of a city which is labelled "Old London" and I know it is refering to my hometown of London, Ontario. I cannot remember anymore of this dream.
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