Thread: Loegaire's Dream Journal

Two dreams in one night! Whee!

In the first, myself and three other guys are planning to bring fake guns to school and scare the crap out of a lot of people. We meet at my locker, which is in the building across from the main building of the school. We walk over to the main building, but halfway there realize we forgot the guns and so we go back. We again walk to the main building and go in through the front door. The main office is right on your left when you go in and so the one guy Nick knocks on the closed door. The door opens, Nick levels the gun, and fires. There are screams. I'm behind the other guys against the left wall, so I can't see anything that's happening. I'm appalled because I didn't think we were actually going to kill anyone. Nick then says "I have always wanted to do that!" - or at least words to that effect. Nick walks into the office and hauls out this guy Dom who's pale as a sheet but completely unhurt - he even winked at me.

At this point the whole thing seems to come apart. Mrs. Smith (not her real name, but you understand.) gets Nick and the other guys and hauls them down the hall towards the cafeteria. I follow, but the guys have disappeared and Mrs. Smith is still walking. I follow her into room seven, which is at the end of the hall, and sit down in the row farthest from the door, three seats back. I'm confused because Mrs. Smith doesn't seem to see me. I sit quietly and wait. The room is 3/4 full of seniors, with 1/3 of them fairly hot girls. Everyone is in normal clothes, which is strange. (This is unusual because the school is an all-boys high school. We have uniforms with suit coats and ties, but this is apparently not the case in my dream.) They all start the scantron tests which were sitting on their desks. Mrs. Smith is off to the opposite side of the room and not saying anything. I'm sitting behind a good-looking girl with straight, black, shoulder length hair.

I sit there silently for maybe 40-45 minutes before a senior who I was sort of friends with named Dave comes in. He sits down in the seat next to me one row over. After the current period ended, there would be two more periods left until the day ended. My plan, after Mrs. Smith didn't see me, was to stay in room seven until the day ended. When Dave came in however, one or two other unknown guys came in too. Mrs. Smith yells at "us" to get out because they're taking a test. I think she means me as well, so I get up and go to my history class. It's blurry up until close to the end. Mr. Smith (again, not his real name) is telling us what to study for our "final test", though we've already finished all our finals. Someone says "Hey! Wasn't John involved in the shooting?" Mr. Smith just sort of laughs it off that I would be dumb enough to do something like that.

For some reason we're all standing in front of my church on the sidewalk and stairs. Everything is blurry again, then I'm calling Dom (from the school office I think). I say something like, " You're at the dermatologist's right?" He says yes, then we have a good conversation which I don't remember. I finally wake up at 6:00 am.

Note: When we were all walking into the school, I see a brownish cat which is capable of flying like a flying squirrel. (STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!) The cat is attempting to make friends with a reddish-orange cat. Both are male. The red cat hisses, it's fur stands up, and it swats the brown cat on the nose. The brown cat hisses and jumps up and glides a few feet away. I don't know why, but the brown cat is apparently mine though I don't remember it having a name.



Dream #2

Mom, Dad, and I went to church after the masses were over. Mom had asked her friend Mrs. Smith (false name) to come to our house for dinner with her family and we've come to get an answer.

Mr. Smith (husband of Mrs. Smith) is annointing people with oil as we walked in. He's also dressed as a priest. I remember thinking to myself, "But he's not a priest!" The church is a lot bigger (especially height-wise) than it is in real life; the hall is also now a part of the church. Mom lights a candle, which are white or purple half circles off to the side of the hall as we wait. She asks Mrs. Smith for an answer, and Mrs. Smith says they can't make it. For some reason a little girl is disappointed that they won't be going. Mom tells the girl not to worry, that she'll see her later. Then I woke up. The time was 9:00 am.

Note: I don't know who the little girl was. She wasn't the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Smith (they have to sons), so why she'd be disappointed that they couldn't come is a mystery. Also- I noticed that Mr. Smith was a priest in the dream while he was not in real life, but I didn't notice the anointing thing. He was going around anointing people with oil while they were still sitting in the pews. It wasn't baptism (no baby), it wasn't anointing of the sick (was in church and a lot of people were anointed), and it wasn't confirmation (since the kids weren't coming up in a line with their sponsors). So what the heck was it? Why did I remember he wasn't a priest but not the anointing with oil thing?


All this said, I'm starting to think that perhaps my church is my dream sign. It was in both dreams last night and it's been in one or two before.

Thoughts? Explanations? Opinions?

5/29-30/05

I'm Wu Su Zheng. (Guy from another forum- don't ask me how or why I even know this, I just do.) I'm on a thing like the boardwalk, though it's not made of wood and seems to be indoors. I get hired by a guy with a hot dog and throwing game involving golf balls stand. I was apparently with an unknown friend the whole time, and before the guy hired me we met up with a hot girl. Again, I don't recall anything except the impression that she was hot.

My friend has to go somewhere and the girl apparently disappears, so I'm left alone to manage the hot dog stand. While I'm there, I meet another hot girl who does a daily single panel cartoon. I don't remember a great deal about her either, but I'm beginning to think it was actually Sul (Girl from same forum as Wu Su).

She likes me, and convinces me to do her cartoon for a week while she's out somewhere. She's got a fat and mean admirer who's name is, oddly, Universe. After a day or two of me doing the cartoons, he stops at the stand to complain.

Blurry, then Sul (?) and I are standing on the edge of the "Bottomless Pit". We're talking, but then Universe shows up. He and I have some sort of witty dialog, and then I shove him into the Pit. He just floats at the top, not going anywhere. He says something like, "My grandmother warned me about this." He's floating over the Pit, but he's happy. Bizarre. I woke up.

6/1-2/05

This dream's got Rome: Total War and AoK:TC. I remember making the Julii my protectorate, then move on to take the Carthaginian city of Palma. Everything suddenly changes to AoK:TC. My army destroys one or two guys, a monastery, and two other buildings because I can't convert them. Someone protests the destruction of the monastery, but a voice out of nowhere say, "It deserves no special protection."

Three villagers build a mill near some berry bushes, then one splits off to start building a barracks. I woke up before they finished it.

6/3-4/05

My perspective is first with a pack of wolves. I'm a female one (No idea why or how I know; I just sort of do.), listening to a much older wolf, who feels sort of like he was a relation, talk about pushing back OD (which is the forum the above people all hail from) because "they're getting too close." He gives a big speech about OD "encroaching further and further on us." I feel unhappy and uneasy about the whole thing.

The old wolf and I go out to inspect our territory, which is bordered with yellow caution tape and black plastic sewer pipes. The old wolf points out how OD has come further and further across the border line. He says he's got a plan to get rid of OD.

We cross the border and the small, narrow river a few yards beyond it. We come to my house, which feels familiar in the dream. The dog pen across the yard is open, and my sister's dog is inside, even though it's night. The old wolf tells her to go, and she goes. He goes inside the pen, then tells me his plan. We would give OD a weak leader who would make them weak.

A new pope appears outside the pen and comes in (yeah. Weird.). I don't know how I know it, but in the dream I know he's gay beyond a shadow of a doubt. The old wolf and I leave. The perspective then shifts to watch the pope. He didn't have a beard in the beginning, but he shaved then. There's a gold chalice, decorated with a few rubies around the middle. This guy's got a genuine feeling of confusion, though confusion is a bit too strong a word. He's having thoughts like, "Who am I to deny God's work?" or words to that effect. He thinks God himself told him to be pope.

He walks out of the pen, to the bottom of our steps, and takes a drink of water from the now full chalice. He seemed like he was about to go up the stairs, but then I woke up.

Second dream last night

I'm on a school trip to Paris, France with a guy named Zack as well as most of the group I went to Camden with. We're on a school bus, which is lost, even with a French driver. We stop somewhere and get out the back of the bus and go to a place a lot like the Camden dorm.

We're all sitting around tables talking and looking at these little "language cards", which are in French, Spanish, and Latin. I don't remember why, but I called Devon_ (another OD forumer; he was sitting across from me) a bastard. Zack, sitting next to me, is shocked, as am I because I don't normally curse. Then I woke up.

6/22/06-6/23/06

This dream starts with me and the family doing something, which I don’t remember, but then we’re all going to church. Before we go, I’m told by my mom to change my shirt because I’m scaring Mrs. Griffith, who doesn’t look like the woman from Family Guy at all. I change it, then am told to change it again for the same reasons, but this time I’m angry and don’t change the shirt.

I’m not entirely sure if this next part is a continuation of the first dream or a completely new one. I’m going to work; work, in this case, means the popcorn stand nearly a mile out from the main building. This dream is located in what feels like a mining area, with lots of shallow pits and flat hills. The popcorn cart is in one of the valleys, right near one of the ramps leading out of it. There’s snow on the ground, sort of like the snow in Rome: Total Realism. It looks like a flat, white material makes the ground, not covers it. I’m a little bit late (I think because of the shirt thing) and when I arrive I’m told by Marie the boss (from real life) that my grand mom is covering the stand for me. I have to go down some steps to get out of the building. There’s a sort of dim orange glow as I walk down, while the steps are more like very broad concrete platforms, one after the other, shallow and easy to walk down. I talk and joke with a few people as I go down- don’t remember who, exactly, but I think it’s mostly older women, like my job in real life entails. I step outside and am transported to very near to the stand from behind. I see grand mom up there at the stand, and I go up to let her know I’ve got it now. She hangs around for a bit, talking with me. At this point, someone a lot like my cousin Tom and also a lot like Josh Lyman from the West Wing shows up on a camel, telling me we need to go for a ride. I should point out that the company I’m working for is an iron mining company. Behind me and the popcorn cart lies a field of iron ore covered in maybe thirty smelters straight out of Stronghold covering it. Only a few bits and pieces of iron are visible, and there’s no more room for any more smelters. I go for the ride with Tom/Josh, and grand mom does too in a sort of ethereal way- she and I aren’t exactly on the camel, (I’m hanging off the side and she’s not) but she comes with us anyway. We ride up out of the depression and over into the east. After a bit of a ride, we arrive in front of my real life neighbor’s house. Across the street from them is a big open field, this time covered in real snow. Tom/Josh parks the camel in front of the field and stares at it for a minute. A big gust of wind comes along and blows the snow away in a section, revealing a big section of iron ore. Tom is now more Josh than Tom. He gets excited without going up to check to see if there’s more ore underneath the snow and starts talking to me about how this is the biggest find we’ll ever get. He also tells me to keep it quiet until we get back or people might try mining it themselves. At this point, the neighbor’s door flies open and a giant block of ice is kicked out. I think there was some mining stuff on top of it too, but I can’t remember. The block slides all the way down their yard and across the road and into the iron field, sort of like a possessive “I’m going to try for this and you can’t stop me” move. At this point, Josh/Tom and I ride back. Grand mom is still there in that ethereal way, but now she’s a young girl from school who I don’t recognize but nevertheless feel I know. We’re riding back and Josh explains why this is good for me. The company was going to close down the stand where I worked because the iron mine it serviced was full and no more traffic was to be expected. With this new mine, I’ll have many more people coming by, and therefore a lot more sales. As we ride back, something happens to Josh and he disappears. I have to swing up from the side and steer the camel, which I manage to do without incident; it was certainly much easier than I thought it would be in the dream. Grand mom who is not quite grand mom at this point is yelling, first in a sort of nagging, harassing way, but then after a little bit in encouragement. We ride through what feels like one of those tunnels that run under mountains, but which I know isn’t. Finally we reach the cafeteria doors of my school, and I get off and go in. It seems like the company I’m working for is based in my school, though I didn’t know that until now. I go in, and there are a lot of other guys and girls who I know and knew, but who don’t go to school with me anymore. Brother Dave seems to be in charge of the whole thing, and he points me over to a table off to the right, where different “teams” (no idea when teams came in) have their cards. I pick mine up. It’s a Hallmark card, and maybe four or five girls from Middle Township signed it and wrote little things on it to me. I start reading it, but am interrupted by Josh before I really actually read anything. He calls me over to him and everyone else, who’s sitting down in front of a glassed-in conveyor belt, curved just in front of us. We all sit down to watch as things are circulated on the belt, Brother Dave standing in front to talk about the different items. Most of the stuff is made from white plastic, but the one thing I really remember is this sort of giant glove-like thing with dull spikes that Brother Dave tells us is a “meat glove” and that people might be late to work a lot more often if they had one. Not a euphemism for masturbation, by the way. An actual glove for meat, such as steak or beef. Yep. Next I think that we told someone about the new iron mine, but it’s a little bit fuzzy. Then either this dream ended, or something about it changed radically.

Now I’m on a very big, wide porch of a house that feels a lot like my neighbor’s, but isn’t. The steps are similar to the ones in the previous dream- very wide, very shallow, and easy to get up and down on. I’m with a group of maybe two or three other guys, and all of us are dressed up and look similar to the guys from Monty Python. I’m Eric Idle. I’m also holding a chunk of concrete about the size of a bowling ball; maybe a little smaller. We go through a routine that takes us down the steps and to the very end of the porch. All the steps are shaded by cedar trees, a lot like at home. As we work our way down, we finish on the last step and all declare that it was bad and we should do it again. We do it again with the same results. We do it a third time, and are finally satisfied. We all go our separate ways, which seems to consist of everyone but me going back up the stairs. I leave the steps behind and am walking through the sunlit plaza they lead into. The plaza is just one level of a twisting staircase even wider and longer than the porch one. There’s a ton of people walking around, mostly kids from Middle Township High School; I know the ones my age, but no one else. I go walking across the plaza and am recognized and cheered (?) by a few people I know. I reach the end of the plaza, which overlooks another plaza further down. I’m stalking someone with the chunk of concrete, but I’ll only get one throw. I look over the railing and see my target, so I go left to the steps that lead down to that plaza. As I walk down, more people recognize me and say hi and so on. I nod and smile and make some minor small talk, but keep moving down. I finally come within ten feet of the woman I’m stalking and a bunch of people are cheering me on and telling me stuff like “You can do it!” from all around me. I hesitate to throw the lump of concrete. The woman’s not aware that I’m trying to kill her; isn’t even facing me, in fact. I hold up the concrete above my head, but instead of throwing it, I sort of break it into smaller pieces and just let them drop. I don’t know if anyone cheered or not. After I break up the concrete though, I go back to my left and up the stairs leading back to the first plaza. After walking up the stairs, I continue in a straight line, away from the porch steps where I’d been earlier. I’m walking through a crowd of people going to school, and I recognize one as she goes past me. She sees me and says hi first, then that I probably don’t remember her. I smile and say that her name is Dedra Heslow, right? I haven’t seen you in, what, about ten years now? (She’s someone I knew back in second grade for maybe a year or so; no more.) She nods that yes, I’m right. Something interesting to note is that while I remain at my age in the dream, (17, going into senior year) Dedra, who in real life is the same age, is here only a freshman or sophomore, a few years younger than me. I don’t think we talked much after that. What happened next is not something I would do (well, not as obviously, at least) in real life. She was wearing a blue cotton top and I happened to glance down and sort of mentally went “Wow, she’s got nice breasts.” She notices my glance and immediately her nipples flare up like she’s aroused. She’s obviously not wearing a bra, to state the obvious. She sort of half blushes and I just smile. She walks away from me sideways at a fast walk, holding her shirt front out a bit and commenting that it’s really hot all of a sudden, trying to disguise her reaction to me. Her shirt front, when it touches her, gets a little bit wet around each nipple, whether from sweat or milk or something else I have no idea. She’s embarrassed and turns and all but runs away. The odd thing is that the reaction was almost entirely on her side, with the exception of my glancing at her breasts. Hey, maybe I do have some sex appeal I think as I continue walking. I walk into the Middle Township football stadium, into the open area where you can buy food before you go to your seats. The area is somehow open when I walk in, but just tall enough for me to stand up straight and wide enough for maybe two people to (barely) walk side by side. I see my friend Greg and he complains to me that this is the only way for them to get to school. I sort of nod is sympathy and turn back. As I walk back, the open area has shrunk to only one person across and maybe only 5’6 tall so that now I have to duck most of the time. As I walk back out of the stadium, I see one of our tour guides from Spain running away from the stadium across the plaza to a group of people who I assume are teacher and one school bus. Then I woke up with Monty Python’s Always Look on the Bright Side of Life playing in my head.