June 22nd 06
1- Cleaning Gram's
Was at my grandmother's house. It was sickeningly messy. People walked through the filth as if it wasn't there.
I started cleaning. Everyone else sat around watching tv or simply threw more trash on the floor after I'd just swept it all up.
Eventually went to the fuse box and shut off all power to the house. Everyone got up and left. I finished cleaning in peace then locked everyone out.
Mood- severe frustration
Influence- Watched part of a show about chronic slobs on tv last night
2- Coffee with Bocelli
Was sitting waaaay in the back row of a concert. The last act was Andrea Bocelli singing Con Te Partiro with Sarah Brightman. Could hear it clearly but was too far back to make out who was who.
After the concert, I was outside bitching about my lousey seats. A hand came down on my shoulder. Turned, it was Andrea Bocelli. He took me aside and we sat. Had coffee. He apologised for the awful seats, as if it were his fault I was in the last row.
He had the greatest accent too. Hehe
Mood- frustration to elation
Influence- listen to a classical music station while I sleep, Con Te Partiro most likely played at some point during the night.
3- Attacked in Bed
In bed, heard sounds like someone tip toeing through the hall. I lay perfectly still prayed it was only my imagination.
Suddenly a shadowy form was standing at my bedroom door. I tried to get up and attack but he was too quick. He instantly had me pinned down. Tried to have his way with me but I wouldn't let him. Upon discovering I wouldn't be an easy victim, he gave up and fled.
I was so angry I ran out side after him with the intention of ripping his genetals off and shoving them up his ass.
Mood- murderously angry
Influence- heard 'creeping' out in the hallway while I was trying to get to sleep
[u][b]4- Chatham St Apt/Lucid
Living in my old apt. I'd rearranged the furniture and went into the kitchen. When I came back out there were about 6 or so people lounging about the place like they were home. I started yelling, told them all to get the fuck out and never come back.
Some tried to convince me to let them stay. I just kept saying, 'get the FUCK out! NOW!'
When the last intruder exited, I slammed the door shut and slammed it on the tips of my fingers on my left hand.
I stared at it a few seconds, thinking it should be hurting like a bitch. It didn't hurt at all. Then I realized that my door was 'backwards'. Instead of opening from right to left, it was left to right.
"I'm dreaming." I said out loud.
I moved to and plopped onto the couch. My mind instantly raced with a billion things to try. I decided to try this month's lucid task.
I laid on the couch and closed my eyes. I imagined myself as a catepillar, an odd tingling coursed through my body and I felt it shrinking. I was a little green inch worm. Felt so odd.
Anyway, inched off the couch and crawled up the leg of my coffee table and eased into one of the corners under the table top. My hind legs gripped onto the surface as the rest of me dangled. Don't recall weaving a cocoon. Think I was just instantly enveloped in one. It felt so comfortable, like being cuddled up in silk sheets.
At this point, the dream kept switching from catepillar point of view to an outside point of view. Had the feeling I was gong to loose lucidity.
Quickly burst out of the cocoon. As I did, the view switched and I watched myself 'hatch'. The thing that came out of the cocoon was a huge shiney black scarey looking scorpion. After a few moments I/it surried to the center of the table underside. Scrunched up wet looking wings twitched at either of my/it's sides.
I was impatient for the wings to dry. Wanted so desperately to fly. I'd shake them every so often, trying to speed the drying process.
From the outer view, my wings were monarch-like, but violet and black instead of orange and black.
In my excitement to fly, I felt lucidity slipping away. I tried like a maniac to hand onto it but eventually lost it. Woke up immediately.
Mood- happy
Influence- lucid task
5- The Spanking Match
Slipped immediately into another lucid after waking from the last.
Was lying in a field on my stomach. Struggled up and looked about. Knew I was dreaming. I wondered what to do with my lucidity.
After some thought, I remembered an im convo I had just before bed about a 'spanking match', wherein the winner of said match is the one who throws his/her opponent over their knees and spanks them.
Considered conjouring up both Josh and Drew but decided on just Josh.
He appeared behind me, I turned and said, "This is it smart ass. Bring it on bitchboy."
He laughed his evil little laugh and we started wrestling in the field. His pant leg ripped. I grabbed it and somehow ripped the pants right off of him and laughed as he stood in his boxers. Took advantage of his momentary shock to throw him over my knee and spank him hard.
He laughed between ow's. It only encouraged me to hit him harder. Eventually I shoved him off of me and sat atop him. Pinned him on the ground.
"We're in a dream Joshua." I informed him. "I can do anything I want. I'm God here."
He responded with, "Maybe this is my dream. Consider that one." then laughed again.
I did consider it and instantly felt my dream control slipping away.
"You little bitch!" I said bitterly.
I struggled to regain control.
I felt it coming back to me but then D got home and woke me out of the dream.
Mood- Playful
Influence- yet another before bed convo
6- Crucified Child
Two groups of people were divided and yelling obscenities at each other . A kid, maybe 14 walked into thier midst. Said he would sacrifice his life to fix things.
I grabbed my cameras and ran over to him. Tried to talk him out of it. He said it was what he was meant to do. He asked me to take B&W pix of him before his end. I agreed.
Asked his name. I thought he said Ezekiel. I asked him to spell it. He did....A-z-e-k-i-e-l. I smiled and repronounced his name correctly. Azekiel.
Took his pix. The poor kid was crucified shortly there after. I cried for him.
Mood- Unbelievable sorrow
Influence- No idea.
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