non-lucid

Haven't posted in awhile. First came a few dreams in a row that were abnormally personal. Then came a complete lapse in recall that was days long. Trying to get recall back up in the next few weeks.

Wednesday, July 20th

Fragments

There are 2 moments I remember from last night, both in the same dream. The first is being in a restaurant with a group of people. I don’t remember who they are. We are in a booth in the middle section of the place, behind me is a very nice dining room that is lit more dimly, has a carpet and nice tablecloths. From my perspective I can’t tell what the other room looks like but I know there is one opposite the dining room. Someone I’m with asks a passing waiter where the bathroom is. I blurt out “in the dining room,” but the waiter simultaneously is saying that there’s one in this middle section, the very room we’re in. One personal lesson for this dream – stop answering questions directed at other people!
The other fragment is being in the upstairs bathroom of the house I grew up in. My mother is trying to get in and use the bathroom but I’m taking a long time. This is because I am cooking refried beans in the sink and then covering the inside of it with a layer of black paint. However, I am trying to get the paint back off before I let her enter. This is proving difficult as the paint has mostly dried on.

Sunday, July 10th

I. Hostel

Most of this dream takes place in a hostel type building. There was a lot of turnover - every time I would leave a room and come back the beds are made differently and there's someone else's stuff there. It looks a bit like a terminal at an airport - several separate rooms but no walls to divide them. I am there to stay while I do whatever job I am there to do. Feel like it may have been a gig.

I have the notion that I was creating some mischief around the place with a friend of mine but this all escapes me now. I remember being on some futuristic looking telephonic device with somebody and hiding the device under somebody's clothes in the middle of a conversation. I am not sure what the reason or motive for it was.

Tuesday, July 5th

I. "Mostly Harmless"

I dreamed that several people I go to music school with and my cousins on my mother’s side were living in my hometown with me. S.A was in a play at Doherty Middle School, and I made a plan to go there with D.L that Thursday night. (We talked about how there was a dinner after the Thursday one and it ended Friday. In the dream I believe it was a Wednesday.) P.J was at somebody’s house that lived across the street from W.P Church. S.B was singing songs about weed in front of my mother, which were later heartily imitated by my cousin A.B.

Monday, July 4th

I. Holorgram Witch-Ghost→ Pizza Box

I will explain this dream as best as I can.

I am sitting in my living room of my house, much like I was shortly before going to sleep last night though I cannot remember if I was drunk in my dream as well. Suddenly M.B comes into the house; he’s apparently just gotten out of work. He has my bottle of whiskey in his hand, which is a little under half full. He upturns it and I’d say about a third of it goes in his mouth, the rest soaks his clothes and the carpet. I get pretty bent out of shape about that.

Flustered and not sure what to do I say “Well, I guess I’m going the fuck to bed then.” As I walk out of the room I see that several of my guitar pedals are set up on the floor, very near the pool where the whiskey has spilled. Wondering if they are now damaged, I go over and pick them up, deciding to take them upstairs with me to prevent further incidents of stupidity. They have some fine mist on them but are not damaged. However, as I pick them up and try to negotiate getting them all into my arms at the same time I’m pretty sure they begin multiplying and popping up in different parts of the room. I think I eventually get to a point where I’m contented and walk upstairs to go to sleep.

The dream jumps completely – suddenly I am on BHI about to head back to my house. The only reason I know this comes afterwards is that I am still pissed off about M.B spilling my whiskey. I am standing on a boardwalk that runs through a very thick forest with a building behind me. As an unknown person is talking to me I suddenly see S.A. She tries to tell me something, but not quite knowing what to do or who to listen to I hold up a finger as if to say ‘one second.’ She walks off and talks to someone else though.

As I am walking down the boardwalk toward what I’m intuitively guessing is the ocean, somebody (female) asks if I’m sad to be leaving. I tell her “I’d much rather be in Wilmington.” At this point everything that has happened so far is completely gone and the dream completely changes; I’m even reluctant to not separate this into 2 dreams but I have a feeling that this was all linear.

I’m suddenly at a children’s play that my sister is directing, or producing, or involved with in some way like that. I am sitting on the floor with her boyfriend waiting for it to start, which seems to take hours. I don’t remember much about it, except that the ending involves this evil hologram witch-ghost. She flies around the room, including into the floor, yelling out death wishes and generally very obscene things. Apparently she can be defeated if you stab her, which is how the play ends.

The dream now takes another jump, and this is the most difficult part for me to understand. I start out in an unfamiliar house, and a bunch of us set off on some quest. I do not remember if I am aware at the time of what the quest is. My memory of this section is pretty shot too; I guess I couldn’t quite deal with how little sense it was making. Either way, our quest ends with an encounter with this same hologram witch-ghost. We are in a large square room, the floor seems to be a white marble type material, and it bears a great resemblance to the room that I.B and I saw my sister's play in but I don’t think it is the same room.

I experience an incredible feeling of déjà-vu. I had thought that there’d been a gun in my backpack, which I look for but cannot find. Suddenly I remember, “oh yeah, she’s got to be stabbed!” I relay this information to everyone around me, still digging in my backpack for something sharp. All I can find is a capo and some screwdrivers, which I decide to use. The first couple screwdrivers I pull out are very small and will not penetrate lethally. The hologram witch ghost has just taken a dive under the floor, and will soon swoop back up to make a strike on me. In the nick of time I find a screwdriver that will be long enough. She flies down in front of me and I plunge the screwdriver downward into her.

Suddenly I’m looking at a pizza box, which I have just stuck a knife into. I still hear the scream though, which escalates greatly as I begin turning the knife around in circles. I look around and I am now back in the kitchen that I set out from. There are many brownie trays full of good looking but unidentifiable food, which I sample for awhile. Walking into another room I see M.B again, but this time I am no longer pissed off about my whiskey.

Saturday, July 2nd

Much of my memory of these dreams has faded. I waited too long to write them down; they felt very personally revealing and I was admittedly a bit nervous about it. Weird, weird sexual tensions (which makes sense, as I am a notoriously awkward person and have been single for nearly 2 years, the longest amount of time since middle school, which is beginning to fuck with me a little bit.)

I. Russell’s Land

At some point I (we?) had given directions to 2 girls on how to get downtown. It may have been at this point where my dream memory begins, as we see them outside of an unknown house. There is a picnic table in back. As we are walking by it, my hand brushes against one of the girls’. I do this half accidentally, and to my surprise she actually grasps and holds onto it for a second. I take no further action despite this flagrant nonverbal signal.

When I see them again I am on Wrightsville Ave with A.J.R, playing music on the street. They again ask us how to get there, and I have to struggle to answer them because as I am in a dream it is difficult to think logically. They leave and A.L goes with them. We make plans to meet them down there later but do not follow through as A.J.R and I end up playing all night. Apparently we are playing on “Russell’s land.” I remember very little about Russell other than that he seemed quite rednecky.

As A.J.R and I are playing we see O.P. I do not remember any exchanges that occur here. There is also a strange text conversation between C.H and I, something about a naked picture, which I wouldn’t have the balls to ask for in physical reality. In fact, I think I put my phone back in my pocket before flipping to the text ,which would have had the picture in it.

Next thing I remember is their return, we are inside a house and I see A.L has come back and has a new tattoo. He shows it to me, I believe it is on his left pectoral somewhere. As he shows me this one he reveals others that he’s apparently already gotten. They are small and of strange alien symbols. I tell him this new one is “no more than what you’ve got” which is a clumsy way of trying to say that it’s a good new addition but not bigger or more noticeable than any of the others.

The dream jumps and we may be in the backyard of the same house, but it’s still unfamiliar. There is a conversation between two people about the emotionally involved conversations that occur during heavy inoculation. One of them says “Irish people do that, man…” I then see H.S, who has apparently “made good of a one year promise.” I can’t remember what that means anymore, but I do know he is standing there with a lamp made out of some weird plastic contraption that looks like a muffler that’s currently sitting out in my yard for no good reason. I begin to wake up just as I stare at that lamp and start to wonder “hey, is this a dream…?”

II. Don’t Even Think About It.

I am walking into a movie theater, there were people with me but in the beginning of the dream I do not see them. I have the intuition that we are going to see the new movie Zookeeper, and I am immediately apprehensive about this cause from what I’ve seen that movie looks incredibly stupid. When I find out that it only costs a dollar to get in, I think ‘well, fuck it.’

I next remember being inside the theater. There are a group of middle aged women around me talking in British accents, which for some reason I copy.

During the movie I find out that I’m actually with A.J.R and E.G. While watching it (I remember absolutely nothing that happens on the screen) E.G's face and mine get quite close together but I initiate nothing. Later I see E.G and A.J.R cuddling up. Suddenly he literally picks her up in his arms and throws her at me, insinuating I should do something. She lands next to me and says “don’t even think about it.”

Wednesday, June 29th

I. Basketball Games

This is the first awkward naked dream I’ve had in a good long time. I am in the house on BHI that I lived in during the Patsy Cline gig. Alone in the house with me is E.S. I don’t recall most of what happens in his dream, only that at one point she comes down the stairs, mostly naked. I believe the point where I suddenly become completely naked is while I’m standing by the front door. I walk into the living room, see her suddenly and immediately cover myself up, not trying to come onto her although I’d like to. She says something along the lines of “I’m not even into that stuff.”

This may not have been during the same dream but the next thing I remember is sitting in front of a very large tv screen flipping the channels. There is nothing on except basketball games. I stop and watch one for a small while then, thinking my dad is behind me (?) I start flipping the channels again quickly. I cannot quite explain this thinking.

II. Jazz Band

I am outside a building I don’t think I recognize. There is a group of us that is presumably the jazz band for the coming school year. However this is my high school jazz band director in front of me; I graduated three years ago. One of my friends from college is also standing right next to me. J.B, the band leader, is greeting all of us giving high-fives. I see him offer one to somebody and I foolishly stick my hand out immediately, out of turn and disregarding the people between myself and him.

He says something like “Looks like M.B has showed us a part of his personality, huh?” He is evidently talking about M.B but as he says it he gives me a strange look. I realize he’s inadvertently calling me an asshole, as he should. I look to my right and M.B is giving me that smug “I know something you don’t” grin that I get so often from dream characters.

Tuesday, June 28th

I. Late

This dream starts with me eating dinner with my parents in the house I grew up in. I don’t remember the conversation all that well but at one point I am trying to convince them to come to a show I have that night with one of the local bands I play in (a thousand miles away from this house…) She doesn’t want to be out late, etc. I tell her that the singing isn’t the best but I really like the writing and she would also.

As I am washing my dish in the sink, S.A is suddenly there and tells me they are focusing more on the vocals now. She starts singing either the song “Lie Down” or a song that I’ve never heard before; either way what strikes me now thinking about it is that she is somehow singing in harmony with herself.

I am not sure of the reason, but I then travel to the venue where the show is at without any of my equipment. I think I may have been under the impression that the show had been cancelled. I am on my bike and for some reason I bring it to the second floor of a building I’ve never been in. I text J.L to see if the show is still happening, then realize he’s standing on the stage directly in front of me, with several girls behind him and to his left (I suppose this the new “vocal emphasis,” I do not recognize anybody on the stage as being actual band members. They are standing eerily still.

I ask him if the show is on and, if so, when are we playing. He replies that we are to start in a couple of minutes. I am now in a hurry, my absolute least favorite state of affairs. I think about biking down the flight of stairs which I walked up to get into this room, however I see a chain link fence right in front of the doorway at the bottom so I decide this is a bad idea. A 12-ish year old kid looks at me strangely.

Despite my haste, I apparently manage to write down a dream I’d had earlier that night (and remember virtually none of now) in sidewalk chalk down about a hundred yards’ worth of sidewalk on my college campus. All I remember of this is fixing one word. It may have been the word “Directions.” I have to correct myself on making an E, and then have to go back to the beginning of the word to put a D where I’ve accidentally written a B. I am evidently lost in thought so none of this strikes me as out of the ordinary at the time. After this slight detour I find myself back in my actual house in North Carolina.

I am racking my brain trying to figure out everything I’m going to need. I wake up A.L, who is asleep in the living room, and tell him it’s time to go play this show. He walks like a zombie out the front door. I do not even recall whether or not he put a shirt on. Meanwhile I am trying to consolidate all my pedals, and find my black button-up shirt – I had noticed that everyone on the stage was dressed quite nicely.

I am then in a car, presumably on the way to the show, however C.A and E.M are in the car with us for some reason. C.A, in the back seat next to me, is talking about how she is moving out the next day, and how difficult her roommate is to get out of the house. She also mentions that the show is supposed to end at 7:45, and this worries me greatly as I look at the clock inside the car and it is about 7:10. About here is where this dream ends.

II. Fragment – Speeding Over Hills with Miles

At some point last night, I was in some sort of inner tube that went very quickly across land with Miles Davis. We were trying to get somewhere in a hurry. The landscape was extremely hilly. At one point the craft flipped around and I found myself propelling us forward with my feet as fast as I could in a Fred Flinstone-esque fashion.

Sunday, June 26th

I. Boston

A much more vivid and lengthy dream memory than I’ve had the past few nights. I have the sensation of being in the dream for more than an entire day. I am travelling to Boston, the city I grew up nearest to and visited often, with a group that I believe is a mix of people that exist and people my dream invented. While there, the purpose for me being there changes several times, as does the climate.

My memory starts as the van we are in pulls into a parking deck. I have the sensation of having been on that van for a very long time, possibly all the way from North Carolina where I now live. As we get out I see my old friend E.R, and my mind justifies my being here now as a visit to see him. We talk briefly but he does not appear again.

We are soon sitting in a public place, and somebody tells me that there has recently been a terrorist attack on Boston in the past few days and they blew up the clock tower (I can’t think now of what clock tower he may have been referring to.) Somebody expresses a hope that Fenway Park was not affected as well. I’m confused and slightly offended by that. We are then told that we are no more than one mile away from Fenway by none other than Mr. W, one of my high school math teachers. This excites one of the girls with us who is wearing a green Sox shirt. We talk briefly about the park, and I tell her how even if you don’t enjoy baseball that much (I don’t) it’s still a beautiful building to visit and still an experience worth having. (This is mimicking a conversation I have had in physical reality somewhat recently.)

Soon I am exploring with another person in the group, a male, but I cannot remember who it may have been. I have recently seen a clock that says that it’s about 2:30 in the afternoon. We are both for some reason on scooters and I am riding mine down a flight of stairs. The way that it glides effortlessly down the stairs strikes me as somewhat odd, but before I can think about it I realize I am cutting somebody off. I apologize and my dream memory skips again.

From here on out this dream is a bit hard to explain.

We are suddenly in a semi large crowd that are all gathered in front of a few windows. They are all bustling angrily around (This is mimicking the same physical conversation.) Suddenly there are water balloons being thrown into the crowd and I then find myself behind the window helping with the throwing. (I throw one that I think hits a small girl in the head…) Then I am back to where I was standing right before that, and I think it is C.I exclaiming urgently that we have to be back because it is past 3 A.M. (I now think that I'm here to play my past summer gig, which this week ended prematurely.) I remember this seeming odd to me too, and I wonder how that much time could have possibly gone by (I guess I did not wonder enough though.) This confusion is compounded when I see the same clock that still reads the same time, however that confusion remains confusion.

I think it is now the next day and it is the dead of winter. A group of us are trekking through the snow to somebody’s store, where I believe I stay for much of the day. When we get there I notice how cold my computer has gotten (that’s the one thing I remember having with me though I had been carrying much on my back.) I now can’t really recall anything that happens here except for when I decide to leave. I am completely alone in the store, everyone else has gone and I am expected to catch up with them. I am walking around looking for what I need to pack and preparing myself for being out in the bitter cold. I remember having the thought about how to protect the computer again. Then I hear whoever owns the store about to come back inside and I am suddenly outside the building watching this happen through the wall. (?) I have an idea that I should put on my giant chicken head mask to mess with him, in fact I have a vision of myself telling somebody else about having already done it (?) however I wake from this dream pretty soon after this.

*Since I started typing this dream I have noticed that I got a message from E.R during the night, who I do not hear from that often, AND another friend of mine sent me a video of the Prudential Center tower in Boston being hit by lightning earlier this month. Not quite premonitions, at all, but the synchronicity of it gives me a nice warm feeling.*

Saturday, June 25th

I. Sarcastic Mother

My memory of this dream starts with a family gathering at the house in which I grew up. This seems completely normal to me although I have not lived there in some time. I begin to get suspicious of my surroundings, however, when my mother says something to me that is uncharacteristically sarcastic, something along the lines of “Oh, you’re HILARIOUS!” I walk upstairs into my bedroom and I do a reality check, and the one that has always worked for me fails this time. I look at my hands and they look completely fine. Unfortunately I do not engage my surroundings any more, so I now know what to work on with genuinely questioning reality during the day.

Next thing I know I believe I am in a different house and I find out that my A.D, my 19 year old ex-girlfriend is engaged to the 55 year old CEO that she is currently living with (The relationship is a physical reality, the engagement to the best of my knowledge is not, yet. This is something that’s kind of been messing with my head lately.) This distresses me in the dream enough that I no longer think about questioning the reality around me…

So when I am suddenly in a car on my college campus near the Arts building with H.M and C.G telling them about what I have just written down (and I'm now remembering that H.M's head was shaved) it does not strike me at all as out of the ordinary. The dream, or at least my memory of it, ends just about here.

II. The Couch

The premise of this dream is based on another physical reality situation. The gig I just got done with was withholding 20 percent of our pay as a security deposit for the house that the band was staying in. The couch I slept on the first few nights made me sick, so for a short while we were contemplating how to remove the couch from the house and keep it outside without getting it so messed up as to lose the deposit.

In the dream, however, I am walking deep in some swampy woods with S.B trying to find a place for this couch – it’s a different couch from the one in the house though. S.B is dragging it deeper and deeper into the woods and I am going along with him while saying (apparently a bit too passively) “I really don’t think we should keep it out here, there’s got to be a better place for it.” This goes on for quite awhile until I say it more urgently. Sean finally stops and turns to me saying “Are you serious?” I get angry. “YES! I’ve been serious this whole time!”

Suddenly Jim Lahey from the show Trailer Park Boys drives up in a cop car. He jumps out and storms toward me, demanding to know who gave me the money for the police uniform. I look down and I am suddenly indeed wearing a police uniform. This shocks me awake quickly. I think this is reflective of how sometimes, with very irresponsible behavior happening all the time around me, simple requests often make me feel like a hard-ass for the “rules.”

Friday, June 24th

I. Vertigo

I remember little about last night. The first is that there is a dream that S.A is in; that is all I know for sure though.

The other is that I spend quite some time having a conversation with 3 or 4 other people (whose identities I don’t remember) while we are all perched on a very high place. There was a central column where everyone except for me sits comfortably in chairs. Around that column is a gigantic drop, how far I do not know because I do not remember looking down. Around that is a wall that had beige vinyl siding like a house with a railing on top. I am precariously perched either on the railing, or a few times I even remember hanging by the edge of a wall, trying to keep on the conversation but at the same time wondering how it was possible to make it down from there unharmed.

We talk about many interesting things, the only one I remember though is the telepathic powers of animals, their abilities to communicate wordlessly and how they can read people.

Thinking about this dream makes me realize this is a somewhat common occurrence in my dreams, I have somehow gotten to an impossibly high place with no way of getting down from it. This is not an altogether pleasant feeling.

Thursday, June 23rd

I. “Everybody Likes to Say Good Morning”

This dream doesn’t make very much sense. Here’s what was notable about it – it was a musical, directed by filmmaker David Lynch (therefore having many surreal and really creepy yet humorous qualities) complete with a song that I’d never heard before with lyrics and all, meaning that another unconscious composition was put into my head. I remember a bit more about this one than last night.

The melody and style of it I can compare only with that song “I’m Getting Married in the Mornin’” and the “Every Sperm is Sacred” song from Monty Python’s Meaning of Life. The costumes and dancing were actually a lot like the Python song now that I think about it. I also remember 3 lines of the lyrics, however none of them consecutive so there’s not any cohesion. The first line of the song was “Everybody likes to say good morning!” There was a call-and-answer part that was sung by one man and a group of women. I don’t remember what the man says, but I will make something up now that would work – it would have been the same rhythm and syllables as “The hair is all the rage now” and the women, I remember this specifically, answered with the rhyming line “Joined in fancy braids now!” There were two different endings to the stanzas. The one that happened most of the times I don’t remember all of but the last two words were “On parade.”

The other, which at the end of the song I was supposed to sing in David Lynch’s face in order to startle him awake (?) was “It’s all the same!” Someone cut me off and finished the song as I was about to do this though.

One big reason I became interested in lucid dreaming was to write and practice music in my sleep – I’d heard quite a bit about different bands doing that.

Wednesday, June 22nd

I. “Scared of Doing”

This dream takes place in another unfamiliar location. What really stands out to me about this one is the fact that I am coherently reading music off of a sheet of paper. The lines make sense and everything, meaning that this is a composition that occurred inside my head without my conscious effort. The strange thing is, in the dream it is Joe Chambers (who I am incredibly fortunate to be studying with) that wrote this tune. Unfortunately I can’t remember it, only that the changes are similar to Charlie Parker’s “Donna Lee.” I am trying to solo over it on a piano, and while I cannot follow the chord tones of the II-V’s very well (I’m not a piano player so that’s not surprising) I am playing stuff in F minor over mostly the whole thing (Donna Lee starts off in Ab Major so this is actually plausible) and that works over a lot of it. My part is a harmony part; the part Joe is playing is the melody. T.S is sitting behind me and has my same part.

I think the task in the dream is that everybody present in the room has to try and play over it. After I’m done, K.M (somebody I have not talked to, come into contact with or even thought about in at least 4 years) comes up to me and asks how soloing over changes works. I don’t remember my explanation but it seems inadequate. M.B is sitting next to me, and turns to me and says “You know what it is? I think she is scared of doing.” I'm not sure whether or not I understand the meaning of that.

The end of the dream is J, a classical vocal major, trying to do the same thing and having a huge amount of trouble. She very quickly becomes frustrated and lets out a whole string of ‘fuck this’s and ‘fuck that’s.

Tuesday, June 21st

I. Broken English

My memories of this dream take place in an old school building. I am in a classroom a few times and the rest of the time I am outside in the hallway. I do not remember anything that happens in the classroom but I go in there during the dream at least twice.

What I remember is talking in the hallway with a few peers. I don’t recall who they were. At one point the door to the classroom opens and J.D, the woman I currently work for teaching guitar lessons, opens the door. She apparently teaches the classes going on in this room. She says sarcastically, “You should talk a little louder out here.”

I have a book in my hands and I’m having an in-depth discussion with the people with me, I believe there are two of them. (This is a bit difficult to explain…)

Somebody in the book talks about how when he breaks something, it makes him find the woman he is destined for. It is accompanied by an illustration of a David Shrigley-esque figure slamming his forehead into a mirror, which is cracking outward from the point of impact.

Another teacher hears us talking about this the first time when she walks by. The second time, as we are still talking about it, she stops and says “This again?” She sits down with us and adds another dimension to the conversation, saying that Adam does this in the bible by using broken English to find Eve. (?) The point of this seems to be that it’s a literary device used in the Bible.

All I know is that this made a tremendous amount of sense in the dream however when I woke up and tried to put it into words it sounded very stupid.

II. “100 Yards From My House”


Two different locations and situations in this dream.

First I am driving down College Rd with M.B. I know its College Road but none of the things we see exist in physical reality. There are many tables with people selling things, none of which I remember specifically. There is also a bar/bodega type thing across the street from a small outdoor arcade. I see a small child attempting to play ski-ball but he doesn’t seem to be very good. Later I look over and he’s climbed up to get closer to the holes, and is throwing balls directly into the highest scoring ones. His mother yells at him and he backs off. About this time I see a nugget of weed sitting nearby him that I know intuitively is his, and he blurts out something along the lines of “You need weed when you’re on welfare!”

The other time I am in the band house, except instead of it being on the island where I currently am it is 100 yards down the street from my house. I realize this as I am outside in the rain, stumbling around drunk in the street.

Inside the house, I overhear J.S talking about how when you pull a tick off your skin it means that you are insecure. (?) This has come up because L.P has just left the house with some girl, and since it is raining out he is wearing the only pair of boots he can find, which is a pair of girlish-looking rubber boots. When they leave, somebody inside the house says something along the lines of “She knows how to take care of a tick.”

The dream ends when I am looking for my computer to listen to folk music at the request of A.V. I have just expressed to the rest of the people in the house “I just realized I am 100 yards from my fucking house!” They seem sympathetic.

Sunday, June 19th

(Last night I awoke a bit before 6am with aches in both my arms and legs and no clear dream memories. My living situation for my current gig has me sleeping on an air mattress underneath the stairs of the house so this is affecting my ability to sleep soundly and therefore my dream recall and content. It took me about an hour to get back to sleep and when I did I had a series of brief, relatively harmless dreams that left me with a few memories and impressions. I woke for a short time between them to jot down some keywords.)

I. “Go Home, Please.”

One moment I am awake in my bed trying to get to sleep, all of a sudden I am in a similar bed and sleeping situation, equally cramped, only in the dream I now share this space with my roommate S.B. We have two different mattresses but they are right next to each other. We are in something that looks like a garage and outside there is a group of young girls who are trick-or-treating or something and I have the intuition that they will rush into the door if I open it. I “find my Ipod,” a black nano that I haven’t owned since high school. The screen has come off but I reattach it easily and it has a Resident drawn on the back in silver sharpie. S.B has an Ipod as well. The song playing from his has this line in it, “be my ….” (can’t remember the last word.) As soon as I hear this line, the song playing from my Ipod by a different band says the exact same line. I note the “coincidence” but never become lucid.

It may be because the group outside is becoming loud, but eventually I open the door and they all rush at me. I fight them back and yell “Can you all go home, please?” All of a sudden I begin coughing quite hard and actually taste phlegm in my throat. This coughing wakes me up.

II. “That’s a Cop”

I believe it is still Halloween, or whatever festivities were going on in the previous dream. I am sitting on the porch of an unknown house with some people. One of them is Z the soundman. He is sitting off of the porch, on a lawn. Possibly the same group of small girls has apparently just left from the front of the house and have walked down the street to the right. Suddenly a cop car pulls into the gravel driveway as Z is simultaneously sparking a bowl. He walks over and starts to hand it to me as the officer is walking toward the porch. I start whispering to him “That’s a cop. That’s a cop. That’s a cop” but he does not hear me. Somebody else eventually leans over and he seems to get the message right as the cop approaches.

The cop starts talking to us in the exact same whisper I was using and I cannot easily make out what he’s saying. The gist of it is that the group of girls that just walked down the street have “information” about us. I wake soon after this and begin to write it down; however this turns out to be a false awakening and soon after writing it I wake up for real with most of the memory of the dream erased. It returns later after I focus for a bit.

III. “Skylar”

I am with a group of my friends on a street at night. S.B tells me that a car full of kids, who have mistaken him for somebody they have a vendetta against named Skylar have pulled a gun on him. The car is right in front of us and the people, none of whom I recognize as people I know, are extremely drunk. I tell him to call the driver of the car an idiot or something, and he tells me this is probably a bad thing to call somebody with a gun (good point.)

Suddenly I’ve apparently decided to take this matter into my own hands. I’ve also switched the identity of the gunpoint victim to my friend M.B. He is standing next to me as I approach the car. Beforehand I see them sitting on the hood making immature ‘gay’ jokes. However when I reach the car they’ve all somehow gotten back inside. I yell at the one in the drivers’ seat “THIS IS NOT SKYLAR. HIS NAME IS M.B.” I look over at M.B and at the driver again, their expressions somewhat confuse me – they are both suddenly calm and it’s not until I awaken that I realize the people in the dream know that I have made a mistake in the identity of whoever had the gun pointed at them. I remember that both of their eyes were glowing with incredibly vivid color, M.B’s a magnificent shade of blue and the driver of the car a shining golden brown. I wake up for the remainder of the day right around here.

Saturday, June 18th

I. “Basketball Game and/or Melon Suit”

I remember this dream being quite detailed and vivid, however I woke up having to urinate very badly so I did not write down enough reminders. All I remember is that I was playing on a basketball team with E.D, who was the “star” of the team. I have not been on a basketball team in physical reality since the 8th grade. It took place in a combination of the AHS field house and the gym of the same school. I remember a remark being made during a time-out about my lack of skill/height.

I cannot determine if this is a different dream or just a non-sequitur. I have just been driving in a golf cart with Z.A, and we pull up at a house. I cannot remember if it’s a house on the island where I’m playing my current gig or if it’s the house I grew up in. It’s nighttime. As I get out of the golf cart I ask him what he’s going to think of my melon suit. I phrase the question in future tense like that, but I observe at the same time I’m already wearing this “melon suit”, which seems to basically just be me somehow completely covered in watermelon. It’s in my mouth as well, and it causes me to talk with a heavy lisp. He laughs, seeming to think it’s a funny idea but not overly excited about it.

Right before I wake up there is something going on concerning the same gig. I need to either find or make something for C.I but I really cannot grasp the image at all. End of recall.