Yume Monogatari

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Unfortunately, this was all non-lucid, but memorable nonetheless, so here we go! First I was in some sort of class/lecture where the lecturer was giving a demonstration on how a piece of flat land in space, once watered, would start to reproduce itself...until it formed a planet or something, I'm not sure. Some of the other students and I all got to walk around on the replication land piece, it was squishy, and at one point, somehow rolled up on one side and began looking less like a green sponge and more and more like a tan pancake. Then the dream shifted to me walking up an aisle of ledge-seats; there was a man who was apparently fond of my writing -- I was an author ^_^ -- and also my cousin's. My cousin happened to be there. He called her "Kate Winslet" then "Kate Sento". She corrected him "Kate Sentai", and said, "You're thinking of Paige Sento". (I have two twin cousins named Paige and Kate, although their last names IRL are none of the above.) Then the dream shifted to me excusing myself to go to the bathroom, while the room became this whole, old mansion-type building; I could hear them watching a movie in the other room, even from the bathroom, and I felt compelled to turn my gameboy/mp3 player which I was playing digimon evolution sequences on down (this thing just sort of appeared on the counter with the sinks along with a white earpiece); I never ended up going. I left the bathroom and found another room with a box of "nostalgic candy". I picked "toasted bubble gum", of which there were three, and I snatched up the whole pack, intending to share with my cousins. I said goodbye to an old woman who was in the room, who said, "I'm going to go..."; then she said, "Oh I'm not leaving, I'm just going over here." and I apologized for my mistake. Lastly, I walked up yet another stairwell, this time in the company of a couple of other elder women who were talking to one another, and one of them said loudly, "Fuck Zalinger! That old bastard, he can rot in hell!" Somehow my parents were at the top floor, and my Mom, who apparently knew these women and this old man, wanted to know what went on, as I said I'd heard them talking. Suddenly, the downstairs morphed into a concert stage, with the top of the stairs facing a full audience. There was one performer, and guess who it was!? MICHAEL JACKSON! The ORIGINAL, YOUNG, HANDSOME, BLACK MICHAEL JACKSON! I walked down the stairs a bit and sat and watched the concert from behind. The one song I remember him singing was "Sweet/Complete Princess", and I remember watching him backslide. I think I became aware at the time that I was wearing some sort of T-Shirt and jeans. Some other younger people were hanging out on the stairs as well all the while, and then after the concert Michael dashed up the stairs to the top floor. He was in a white T-Shirt and black pants, I don't think I saw his shoes. My parents came around to pick me up, and as I walked by him I shook his hand, then grabbed both his hands with both hands and shook them, and said, "You're wonderful! And so handsome!" He smiled professionally. That's the last I remember. I practically just woke up, so I think I've got essentially all the details.

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Another couple of non-lucid sequences. First, I was in some high school or middle school, but it wasn't distinctly either of the ones I went to; I think it had elements of my college campus as well. I was in the library/computer lab, when this teacher asked me to come over and identify some roman numerals. Then I got blamed for taking some stuff, and went upstairs to show her that I'd put it back like I said. Then the dream shifted a little, and I was in a warped version of the Studen Center here. I was going to get a dessert-type snack, and oddly, my Religious Traditions of Judaism professor (i.e. the one I think is hot ) was behind the counter. I asked him for one of those ice-cream sandwiches with the ice cream between two cookies. I handed him the money, but the lights started flashing, meaning the building was going to close (which doesn't happen because it never does, IRL). Somehow I'd given him too much; it was $11.12 if I remember (which is pretty freakin' expensive for one lousy ice-cream sandwich, I know) and I found two dimes and two pennies to give him, but he said something like, "Keep the change!" I never got the sandwich... Lastly, I was in another computer lab, this time one that looked more like a combination of the ones from my two high schools, although the teacher there was my current Art professor. We were making graphic art projects in Word. I glanced over and noticed her filling out some sort of program about "writing me up", but it turned out to be some sort of pop-up for i-pod. In the end, my project turned into a Power-Point presentation, which included a parody of scenes from Final Fantasy II and a Lord of the Rings parody involving Bill Clinton and Al Gore.

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OK, this dream did NOT have any guys I thought were hot in it -- happy, Brett? It was kind of like that Godfellas episode of Futurama..."First I was God, then I met God!" Actually, first I was God, then I was the son (daughter?) of God. It was at sea. I was trying to save Jesus from these pirate guys who were shooting at us. We escaped their ship, which then got sucked up into a tornado that actually emanated from the ship itself. The sky was very dark, and it was begining to get stormy. I looked around for land, until I spotted an island. I got there as fast as I could, then laid Jesus down and created a bunch of tree stumps around him, which I made grown into tall trees which sheltered him from the rain. The next thing I know, God is carrying me through space, which is warm but airy. He's holding me around the waist with an arm, and we're just flying. After a while, we go down to Earth. I have my eyes mostly closed during the journey, so I didn't see us going down but I felt it get hot as we cut through the atmosphere. Once there, we're suddenly at a deli counter, and I eat a roast beef sandwich. I think God either turned into a man or disappeared, 'cuz I only remember seeing the deli lady before I woke up. Please write any questions or comments you have in my Dream Guestbook!

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My first dream was being in school, I couldn't tell if it was high school or college. My Dad was the teacher, and all the other kids had these worksheets, and were completing the problems already. I just got a sheet and tried to catch up. Then the dream shifted a bit, and I was with my Mom, and then later also my Dad. Me and my friend and her younger sister all had to do these swimming dives, and I was trying to help the others by making suggestions, but somehow that was unacceptable, and I got in trouble with my parents. 'Nother Jackson scenario as well. This time it was the "post-modern" MJ. Me and some other kids were in his limo and totally hanging on him. I think we tickled the crap out of him at some point. I remember leaning on his shoulder. I think someone was taking a pic, but I'm not sure. That's about it...

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I swear, if Michael Jackson appears in any more of my dreams, I'm gonna have to go lucid and kick his ass back to his own damn dreamscape! Yeah, it was great, once or twice, but this is getting ridiculous! It's like...Sesquipedalian Dreams said about Bob Saget: "Hey MJ, stay out of my fucking dreams bitch! This makes TEN times in the last two months! Dont make me tell you again! " Ahem, anyway... So, the dream starts with me with my Mom in the store. She's doing stuff, and I'm busy looking at this black-and-white puzzle book, where you have to draw in the hidden images. Of course, I flip it over and start looking through the back at the answers, a stupid childish habit of mine. Then we get to the checkout, and there's a family ahead of us. They buy a bunch of those lottery card things where you have to scratch off the answers. They rip them off of the machine -- but two of them get stuck, and I end up having to grab them and run after the family to give them the other two. When we get up to the checkout, next to the conveyer belt, there are like, ALL magazines featuring Michael Jackson -- mostly the black version, which is good, but... So naturally, I want one. But I can't choose, so I start checking for dates to see which is the most recent. One is dated 1997, another is 1982(!). After a bit, this guy about my age comes up to me and says, "You should get this one," and shows me a book with a picture of the white Michael Jackson, in shades and a suit with a violet shirt. He continues, "It's good...[dialogue faded from memory]...at least it's not all about "Mom's makin' me put on the cap again"! My Mom has been listening now, and we all laugh, and I grab a copy, and we say goodbye and thanks. We get outside, and it's snowing. We walk over to the car, and for some reason, I start doing like, a Kramer (i.e. from Seinfeld) slide, and like, bump into the next car over. Mom is in the car and yelling, "Stop doing that and get in here!" Dream shift...I see a bunch of Raichu gifs and part of an Inuyasha music video...(heh, I've got the "luxury" dream shifts ) Next, I'm in this big house in the woods, and I'm at the computer, and I'm webcamming with Kaniaz (!) and saying, "You have got to see Placebo's (!) new deck!" so I walk out of the back door and onto this brand new deck, and the webcam follows like a security camera. As I sit down, Jolie (my now deceased Golden Retriever ) comes up the steps to me. I hug her, and suddenly, I think, "This can't be right, today is [date faded from memory], and she died on [date faded from memory]!" Instead of becoming lucid -- so close! -- I am suddenly in "my room" and calling my Dad, who comes up and is angry for some reason. I try to tell him about Jolie, but he starts yelling at me, "Shut up!" then my Mom starts yelling up at him from downstairs, and he turns and tells her, "Shut up!" I start talking again, and he goes back and forth telling us to "Shut up!" but eventually, he smiles and starts laughing at this. Then I'm in the bathroom, trying to make some sort of domino arrangement with electric toothbrush heads, and I've almost got it when Dad walks in and says, "Let me help you..." so I step aside, and let him do stuff, but to my horror, when he steps back, he's completely ruined it. Instead, he's removed all but two heads, and stacked four against the wall between the mirrors, saying, "Now you have one for today, one for tomorrow --" I cut him off saying, "You ruined it! You ruined it!" And that's when I woke up. Comments, questions? Please post [them] in my Dream Guestbook!

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I took a nap at around three o' clock today, and had a dream about being in a store, and playing with these two plastic toys while my parents shopped, one was Adult Simba from the Lion King and the other was a sort of lion with a cobra's head, apparently also a character from a Disney movie. The thing was, I was playing around with these toys, but I wasn't any younger than IRL. After that, I had a dream about DreamViews. The icons were different, and we had a Fitness Forum! There was one topic in it that had been edited and moved like fifteen times, that said, "I kept this in because I liked it so much." Forgot exactly what it was, though. Then there was a topic with a virtual treadmill, with diferent original smileys for each...function thing. Wasup posted and was like, "Who made this one?" about one of the smilies. I think he really liked it. Anyway, I had planned to work out (which I just did), so I'm guessing that's why the exercise theme crept in there.

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Well THIS is odd...I actually dreamed about (a) characters from my fanfics, and (B) things that I normally daydream about... Anyway, so it begins -- or at least from where I can remember -- with comedy/fantasy: it was late at night, and Sakima was tickling Kijika, and Shatomer (William Shatner's superdeformed Tailmon-hybrid reincarnation) was the ambassador of the restless, telling them to knock off the noisy bedroom shennanigans so everyone could get some sleep. He also said, "I'm schlepping when I should be sleeping!" Next came the drama: I was among the young Jackson family, presumably black myself, and we were taking a tour of some place, and we came to be under this long tent. the Terran Kijika was originally at the back, just being quiet. The sun was shining brightly. Then suddenly, in an instant, the sky grew dark and it began to rain. Everyone turned to the back, to see Kijika on a Clydesdale with our tour guide. He cried "The Indians are mad at us!" before his horse reared, and he and the other man galloped up the hill and literally vanished. Then a stampede of Natives on Clydesdales came by us. At the very end, we all came to a mountain-top that apparently Kijika had made; it was carved in the shape of a horse's head. I was climbing on top of it, when I began to fall. I grasped at the ear and eyelid, but to no avail. I woke up before I fell off the mountain.

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Wow, there was a part of this dream that really caught my attention... I remember seeing Jewyasha suffering after being poisoned, and then it cut to a scene of Jesús in a wig and fake beard tied to a rope, and a ways behind him, tied to the same rope, was Peter, and they were both being dragged to their deaths behind a horse. I don't know what if anything happened to Mary. ... In case anyone's lost, Jewyasha (the Jew), Jesús (the god), and Mary (the teacher) were the three personalities that were melded into the character of Jebus. ... In the background, I could hear my father saying sternly, "There can't be three endings, there can't be three endings!" Weird. Interpretations, anyone?