08.21.05
Unlike last night, I was unable to wake after my dreams, despite going to bed slightly early. Perhaps it was that instead of telling myself that I was going to wake after my dreams, I told myself to awake from my dreams. I guess it might not really make much difference to others, but we're all different. Or, I'm just a moron.
I do remember bits and pieces of one of my dreams, and then the full shabang of the last one. I'll try to recap the first one I remember.
I remember going to explore around this strange building near my house. It had two round towers, but looked like some sort of apartment complex. I remember the towers now that I'm awake and thinking about it, from a previous dream. In the previous dream, it was a fancy hotel. In this dream, however, as I got closer, the towers had shrunk into brick encasings for giant pipes. I knew this, because as I got closer, most of the building was glass, and I could see just about everything inside, including the pipes leading right to these brick formations. I could see at least one person, in a very, very light teal uniform with something written on the back, wandering around inside the complex. There were giant plastic pipes all over. The best I could gather was that this place was a water purification plant.
I turned around to find myself inside another building. I went back around the way I came, to find that I was in some large airport, and apparantly I had a plane to catch. So I ran toward my gate, and found that I had to leap from the gate into the open door of the airplane, countless feet up from the ground. I made it, but I remember ending up having to make this leap at least two other times in the dream. I made the second one, but didn't bother with the third, as the plane veered away too quickly, and I wouldn't have made it.
At some point, the plane turned into some sort of side-scrolling, 2d videogame. I played for a while, and ended up quitting as I got to a difficult part, and the announcer was very rude and abrasive, which hurt my feelings, so I quit ;P
I don't remember much else from the dream, other than following two people the second time I had to make the jump, who I didn't know, but felt some connection to anyway.
The other dream, I remember more or less all of.
My friend Forrest came over with a friend, to jam out. The biggest sign there, is that Forrest is on the other side of the country from me right now. I didn't recognize the friend, but welcomed him anyway.
I went in to use the bathroom, and they started without me. I could hear someone playing my drums, but couldn't be sure who. They were playing one of the songs off of the album that Forrest recorded while he was here, but I don't remember which song.
I came out of the bathroom, and Forrest had been playing my drums, which was weird, since he doesn't play drums--he's a guitarist.
I sat down to play, while Forrest went to set something up--I think his guitar and amp.Meanwhile, his friend and I began to play a Dimmu Borgir song, off of their album For All Tid. I'd give the title, but it is in Norweigian, and I don't have the booklet or jewel case in front of me right now.
I stopped to make some adjustments to my drums, and take the practice pads off, while his friend kept playing. However, before I finished, his friend stopped and went outside. Forrest told me something about his friend, I think calling him "Paul" (Which, he does have a friend called Paul, but I've never met him, so obviously it is unlikely that I would know what he looks like--It would be interesting to meet him, now, and match his appearance with the appearance I gave him in my dream ). I just told him that I figured that he went out to have a smoke.
I never did finish making my adjustments to my drums, as I woke up due to my alarm.
The biggest "Sign" I could find with the dream, was that although similar, my house wasn't set up the same. I live in the basement of this house, and in the dream it was either ground level, or (perhaps due to the house being on a hill), only one wall was ground level. The door which Paul had left is not there in my house; it was a sliding glass door to the back yard.
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