Through the middle. Blue and gold. o_O I was glad when the thing was finally off.
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Through the middle. Blue and gold. o_O I was glad when the thing was finally off.
Whelp, I don't remember dreaming during my 30 minute nap. Oh well.
And now its time for random dream sketches of doom!
Yeah, if I was the gator, I'd be running too. Wish it had ended up that way in the dream. Leo looks like he's about to collapse, poor guy. He was actually bravely fighting an invisible wall at the moment, but we all make sacrifices for the greater comedic good. Today's sacrifice: Leo's pride.
The ballering girl from before. Her hair is black, her leotard is black, her skirt is pink, and her eyes have a kind of milky white glaze to them. The pony is purple with white wings and black hair. In case you cared. ^_~
Impressive little sketches...the evil smiles on the faces though in the first:shock:...poor gator :(...
I'd be running too:P
Cute little sketches though..they did get the feeling across- -I attempted to create a visual for 2 recent dreams...didn't work too well:P
I saw your recent visuals, actually. I liked them. ^_^
Gosh I'm hungry for some reason. Foood....*stumbles off to the kitchen.*
EDIT: Not much to say, couldn't even remember fragments from last night's half-sleep. Didn't sleep very well or long, stupid late night and early morning sudy sessions brought on my finals. -_-
Essence of the Seasons : Mid-summer 2007
This dream happened a few months ago. I had forgotten it, and remembered it a few nights ago while half-asleep after waking from another dream. I actually had had the dream twice, with slight differences the second time, and bothe dreams were only a few nights apart.
The setting begins in a warm sort of street vender’s hut. The ceiling is low and the walls are made of wooden slats. Its lit by a small fireplace and some lamps about the room. It doesn’t look very well built and that’s probably because it isn’t; it more resembles some of the semi-permanent buildings that regular vendors make at outdoor flea markets. It seems like that’s where it should be, too, as its wares are wide and varied. Its very warm, but I am wearing a long black wool coat as my girl persona at about 16.
I am thinking about buying some woodwind instruments hanging from one of the support poles. There is a snake charmer and other relatively simple wooden flute-variants. I have an obsession with well made wooden musical instruments and so here I am simply standing in this vendor stall looking for some time up at the instruments and admiring them, wondering if I should buy them. The shopkeeper looks over at me every now and then, a muscled and pot bellied fellow with a stained grey shirt, stained white apron, grizzled features and short white hair. He lets me stand about, though, as he can see I’m pretty much sold on the instruments I’m just trying to decide if I have the funds to acquire them.
In the first dream not much happened here. In the second dream many teenagers were coming in and out of this spot well coated in warm clothes. I had the understanding that we were walking to some sort of school dance, and I had stopped here to check the shop out as I often did. Some of my DC friends would stop and make sure I was paying attention, as I was kinda spacing out in the crowd, looking at the instruments.
In the first dream I decide not to buy them and simply leave after some time studying them and wishing. In the second dream I startle myself to alertness after daydreaming and discover I must have been here for the length of the party. I’m slightly disappointed but not really…I count it well worth it, even though I eventually realized I couldn’t afford them. I’m still in the store when another teenager stops me, a boy who’s a friend of mine. In the first dream he’s outside, but both times he decides to walk with me across the street, to where our boarding school is. We step out into cold weather, where a recent snowfall has left brown slush interspersed with white spots of undisturbed snow, and make our way across the street. There’s a little snow falling, so I look up at the school and the sky.
Our school was made of two 5 story cubes connected by an all glass 3 story entrance hall. The roofs of both cubes are used for functional purposes and bordered by 3 story tall chain link fencing. On the top of one of the cubes is an old shed and on the other are some basketball and tennis courts for the students. I notice that on the one with the shed the storm seems to center around it. I think that’s weird.
In the first dream, I just get this inflowing of knowledge as I step out of the dream for a little and the view flies about the school, that this is a magical item that keeps the city covered in winter all the time and its guarded by the school. Then the first dream cut off to a later scene.
In the second dream, however, I stayed in my persona. I mentioned the odd scene to my friend, and we decide to investigate, but an ornery grizzled old janitor stops us from reaching the tool shed. So we get some friends together and do research in the library. Its there we learn about two magical items guarded by the school when it was first built, concentrated essence of winter and summer. One is held on either tower. Working together, we reach the tool shed, and I sneak inside. I’m poking around and the place reminds me of nothing so much as the tool shed in Tornado when they run in there and the place is full of nothing but farming blades hanging on the walls. All sorts of crude implements hand or are packing into the close confines of the numerous waist-high shelves and tables of the room. I’m looking through, and see this soft blue glow coming from a box. I dig through some grimy metal objects, carefully trying not to be cut by rusty blades or something, and pull out a small bottle.
I know instantly it is the concentrated essence of winter. It is cold to the touch, a crystal clear small bottle with a white cork stopper, full of glowing, ice-blue liquid. I stand there, staring at it, entranced, and snow starts falling in the shed. The flimsy walls of the shed and roof break apart, dividing into single planks and blowing off the school.
My friend is standing there looking at me, surprised and awed by the power of the Essence. On the opposite cube there’s a bright orange light, and a floating, glowing objects suddenly appearing. Awakening the Winter Essence seems to have unlocked the Summer Essence.
At this point, the polarity of the magics seems to affect us, because we both seem to become enemies. He makes a dash across the slippery glass roof of the atrium and climbs the stairs to get the Summer Essence. Snow can’t seem to fall in the areas touched by the light of the Summer Essence, though the Winter Essence still seems to rage. There’s this big warm wind that blows up, whipping the falling snow into the sleet.
Some of our friends side with my guy friend, also affected by the magic, and some side with me. The two groups are trying to get the Essence from the other and get it to their leader, either me or him. The Essences change hands a couple times, and the interesting thing is that when the guy or me are holding one of them we can do all these awesome acrobatic things, though no one else seems to be affected that way. The details of the battle are fuzzy, but I remember that one time I was standing on the ground and the Winter Essence got smacked out of my hand and flew up to the fencing around the courts. It lodged in one of the links, and all this ice spread our from it and covered the links. I knew I would never be able to reach it before he did, because he could jump up there with the Essence of Summer and I had to climb. But a friend of mine was up there and knocked it out, so the guy (who was already jumping up to get there) couldn’t make it back down by the time I reached it on the ground. All in all, I ended with the Winter Essence and he with the Summer. We decided to settle this with a group competition, winner takes all. And that’s when the dream switched.
We moved up to a mountain above the city. I was covered in snow. This is where dream 1 jumped to back so long ago. In dream 1 I had just ignored the magical items. I was up here with my family when they had come to visit and there was another family, whom I shall call the Rosses, who were competing with us in a toboggan race down the hill. There was some old bitterness between us and the Rosses due to an old event, though nowadays we’re on speaking terms. In this dream we took the race down the hill.
In dream 2 it was also a toboggan race, however it was my team against the guy’s team. Winner received the Essences. There was a long race, and in dream one I lost and felt very sour because I had lost to the Rosses. In dream 2, however, I won. We were racing down this mountain to its base, and partway down the snow disappeared to warm fallish fields. I understood that this was because the Winter Essence had been removed from the school and carried up the mountain. The guy, with the summer essence, was doing just fine in his toboggan, but mine was swiftly slowing down. However I knew of a trail that was made of soft brown sandy dirt, and made it there at the crest of this big hill, so my sled flew down it.
In dream 1, I lost because I didn’t want to go down the hill in the snow. I’m afraid of heights, you see, and it was a steep hill. I tried to stop us and so we went down the hill funny and lost to the Rosses. In dream two I felt the same fear, however I knew I couldn’t let him win and the speed we would get from the drop would be the only thing that would let us win. So I gritted my teeth and threw us down it with all the speed I could muster, and we won. I received both the Essences, and woke up.
The first was just sort of a soft mishmash dream, but the second was pretty epic, all in all.
Poor sleep last night. To be expected after two other nights of bad sleep in succession. Got all my hours in, though, so that should help tommorrow night's sleep pattern.
Grandfather’s death - Earrings : December 7th, 2007
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This dream was set in a small pizza place. It looked like it was downtown, but I’m not sure. It resembles all those great classic Italian restaurants you visit as a child; not the ones that go all out to decorate and paint Italian images on the walls, but the small, out of the way ones with really good food and simple decoration. It was filled with dark wooden tables. The bottom half of the wall was also wood, as was all the trim, and the top half was sponge painted with a deep, dark red and very lightly with some black. The lamps in the place hung over each table and were covered in deep, blood red glass, so you could see those at the table around you but it was quite easy to get the sensation that the rest of the restaurant was dark and empty. There was a long rectangular table near the entrance, and all around the restaurant many other round tables sat.
My dad was the chef in this pizza place, and was off in the kitchen. DC family members sat around the table, but my dad was the only RL family member to make an appearance. Everyone else who was there was some sort of imagined uncle or aunt or cousin or distant relative. An ‘uncle’ sat at the head of the table, and I as my female persona at 20 took an empty seat to his left and tried to get in on the conversation. I realized we were talking about my Grandfather on my father’s side’s death. Papa-Bob had passed away in RL last week, after battling lung cancer for a year. In the dream, my dad kept making us all pizzas and we were eating and having a good time telling stories about grandpa.
I got the understanding that today all of Grandpa’s little trinkets were going to be handed out to everyone at the table and given to who my grandma, Mama-Toni, wanted them to go to. But no one really mentioned it…it was like a close family memorial service for Papa-Bob at my dad’s dream pizzeria, and the handing out of grandpa’s things was just a side note, a thing that was convenient to do there at the time since everyone was gathered.
Throughout the night we talked and ate delicious dad-made pizzas. My ‘Uncle’ made a bunch of bad jokes, and I could see he was struggling with Papa-Bob’s death and trying to help lighten it, though he wasn’t doing a very good job. Everyone else seemed to recognize his reasons for his poor humor and so would let some of his odd remarks slide by as best they could and continue the conversation.
Finally all the trinkets were handed out, and I received a maroon velvet box, 2 inches thick and about 4 inches square. I opened it up and on a white silk pillow inside lay two earrings. They resembled a combination of the two images I put above, with the wire pattern from the first image replacing the butterflies on the second image. They didn’t match, but I could tell they were meant to be worn together. The first had green beads hanging from it. The second was thinner, and had smaller amethyst beads hanging from it. I knew they were things of power. In the dream I didn’t wonder why my grandfather was giving me earrings…He was always sort of an Indiana Jones character in my mind, and the earrings would clearly give the wearer some special powers or abilities. I was very happy and touched, and I got the feeling like these had been a gift from my grandfather to me or something. I woke up feeling that same bittersweet happiness.
Comic Fragment : December 7th, 2007
In my dream, my father and I were passing out comic books in a semi-snowed city event. They were Christian comic books, one like the kind we’ve been wanting to do for a while, that tells a story with a similar analogy of Christian life that Pilgrim’s Progress does (only ours would be an actiony manga story). We always wanted each comic to tell the simple message of salvation in it, so I guess we had done the comics and were now handing them out to people like tracts. They seemed to be getting well received…
We went into this big white tent where we could hear somebody preaching and listened to this guy preach inside. Afterwards he came up to us and wanted to know what we were passing out. We showed him, and he commended us, but he gave us that look, like we were slightly off the path weirdos. He acted like the kind of religious guy I dislike…like he’s better than everyone, and while we might be Christians and doing something, his work is infinitely superior and more worthwhile. I’m sure we all know the type…the high and mighty fellows, who act as if they have some deep connection with god that no one else can get. He frustrated me, and I remember pulling back the comic I had been handing him and putting it back in the pile in my arms angrily before waking up. I was frustrated, but the good feeling from my last dream still pervaded my thoughts, so it didn’t ruin my night.
I quite enjoyed reading the pizzeria dream. Very nice and sentimental, and I know exactly the sort of Italian restaurant you're talking about. It was easy to picture the scene you described, and those earrings sound/look pretty cool (I'm a big earrings fan). Keep all of that detail coming.
Thanks. I want to look for two sets of earrings like those now and take one from each pair...:P just to have something to remember the nice feeling of the dream by. I think it was was of those emotional dream purges, really helped my feelings about Papa-Bob's death come into focus. I probably won't be able to go to the actual memorial in January, so it was kinda cool to dream about it here, ya know?
Sorry, haven't been here in a while..
You seem to dream of these restaraunts very often..Your graphic description of couse helped to bring up the image of one of those pizza places in my head..I'm pretty sure I'm visualizing the same type of place you were talking about.
In a way it's kind of sweet about your grandfathers trinklets...almost like spreading his essence. Eh, just my opinion. I've had lots of...passed grandfather dreams so I may understand the feel of this one you had.
Interesting fragment. And if that's a goal you had..incorporating religeous messages into comics? that could actually be an interesting and disturbingly effective idea. And yes, many a time I've encountered those "high and mighty" types who think they have a special connection with god. They seem to be magnetized to come knocking on my door, perfusely :p.
Those types are the kind that give the rest of us decent believers (of any religion) bad names. You start thinking you're special becuase of what you believe, or that you get something noone else can, and you become an ass. -_- Gah, but I could probably rant about those for hours.
Yet gain, I dreamed TWO dreams last night set in the same setting of another, older dream I had forgotten. How cool is that? I've only written up one, because the second is rather involved and I have some studying to do first. Plus, this one's kind of funny.
Is that a…baboon? : December 8th, 2007
This dream was very strange. I revisited an old dream site that I am aware is my grandma and grandpa’s house. It doesn’t look anything like Dell and Lene’s real house, but this is the house I give them in my dreams. The place is surrounded by low oak trees and covered in brown, dead leaves. When you enter the house you have a long living room that extends along the front of the house. At either end of the house is an open archway leading to elsewhere in the house…the archway to the left takes you into the kitchen. The archway to the right has a hallway that leads to some bedrooms.
There’s a door to the outside on the left wall of the living room, and one on the back wall of the kitchen. The living room has brown carpet and white walls and ugly furniture and a big TV on the wall opposite the entrance. The kitchen has poor linoleum tiles and an ugly bright yellow scheme. It is nothing like my real grandparent’s house. I’ve never visited any of the bedrooms, though I think there are three.
The first time I dreamed I was here there was some sort of car race as I tried to drive a bunch of illegal racers off of the property. This time, however, my mom and I were coming for a visit. My grandparents weren’t home, but there were a bunch of baboons running all over the property. They’re grey and about knee high with thick head hair and sharp fangs. I’m scared as I know baboons are violent and territorial and won’t hesitate to take a bite out of you…these ones certainly seem to fit the bill. We make it inside just as they notice us, but secure in the house my mom and I relax and we continue on doing what we came here to do; clean and live out a few weeks here, I guess while my grandparents are off somewhere.
The doorbell rings and I answer it. A petite, mature baboon pushes its was inside and starts crawling all over me. I freak out, but it crawls up, wraps its arms around my neck to hold on and starts directing me to do stuff for it, like make it vegetables or something. It can’t speak, but it gets the point across. When I don’t do what it wants or don’t do it fast enough, it snaps its sharp-teethed jaws at me. Every now and then it will hop down and let in some more baboons from outside and then return to me. I try to get them out but my baboon snaps at me, so they get to party and mess up the house and my baboon is making me serve them sliced vegetables and stuff. I am eventually forced to make a white cloth sling as my new slave master baboon lounges happily during his party.
My mom is angry and tells me I better get these baboons out of the house right now. I tell her I can’t, this one will hurt me, so she storms off angrily to one of the bedrooms.
After a while my baboon is all tired out and doesn’t seem to care what I do with myself, as long as I don’t interfere with his partying friends. Mom decides its time for her to take a break from cleaning the bedrooms and she drives us to the park. She acts like there’s not a baboon in a sling on my shoulder in the car, which lounges as if in a drunken stupor as we drive. We leave the property and go into the city and visit our favorite park.
We’re standing on this hill, and below us is a giant boulder. As we’re sanding, something catches my baboon’s interest, and he climbs down and leaves. I’m relieved, and consider making a break for it. As I’m thinking about this, two men approach me.
They’re government agents, in the typical black suits and black sunglasses, and they look almost exactly the same with combed back brown hair. My mom is off looking at some trees, so no one is near.
“Miss.” They say sternly, “Was that a…baboon we saw on your shoulder?”
“Yes.” I reply.
“Miss, are you aware that it is illegal to carry a baboon?” One asks.
“Ummm…no. No I didn’t.”
They look at each other like…’Yeah right.’ Then they say: “Have you taken the test?”
“What test?” I ask.
“The new standardized test. It tells us whether you have the basic knowledge needed to be a citizen or not.”
“No. I haven’t taken it.” I say, uncertain of what they’re talking about. They direct me to the boulder, and behind it there’s a computer kiosk. They say I have to take the test or I will be in violation of such and such law and such and such law. They leave me to the kiosk and I take the test. Its really easy, with questions like “Which came first: Dinosaurs, Baboons, Chickens, or humans?” I think I get a really great score, but suddenly the results print out and I got a 5%! Suddenly the guys are there and they have me be either arm and are dragging me away. “You’re under arrest,” They said “For lacking basic intelligence and carrying a baboon in a public place.” I try to get my mom’s attention but she doesn’t hear, she’s looking at some plants or something. Then I wake up.
Wow, I agree the one who said that your recall is fantastic! I only read the very first one so far (the detective one) but sure i'll read the others!
I love Steam City. The way it is described it's just so an interesting place. I'll read more soon!
Thanks Philquiet! ^_^ When I make sure to write down my dreams and record them sometime during the next day or the day after I tend to remember all kinds of detail. After that they fade. I hope you get to read all of them and like them as much as Steam City Detective...
Steam City just feels like home every time I think about it, even when awake. Crime infested cesspool of humanity that it is, this tends to surprise me. But I just get this picture of my young dream self in his overcoat standing on a dark, steam-shrouded street and feel all cozy. o_O
Wow, I've been more busy on my break than during finals that I haven't recorded any dreams. Weird...I still have like, one or two to record, I think. I'll probably get to them later today if possible. Plus a boatload of fragments that I'm gonna try to snatch from my missing dreams from the past week or so.
Running (or what I can remember of it) : December 8th, 2007
Like “Is that a…baboon?,” “Running” was set in an old dream setting. For the most part, it followed the first dream’s plot at the beginning. I don’t remember when I first dreamed this, but it was pretty interesting.
The dream opens up in a car, I’m thinking it was a jeep (its been a few weeks) and we were in a northern forested area. I get an impression of what’s happened before…the first time I dreamed this, me and a few buds had commited some terrible crime and were on the run from the law. In the second dream, some buds of mine and I were set up by the real criminals. Either way, we were in our car/jeep and speeding south in the car through this thickly hilly and pine forested area, after just narrowly escaping a crazy car chase in the city that I can never remember (which leads me to believe that it never actually happened in-dream, it was just part of the dream setting).
Something happens in the first dream that makes us stop and take to mountain bikes. I don’t remember what it was in that one, but we abandon the jeep/car. In the second dream we came across an ambulance going through the mountains that has taken a bad turn and spilled over, killing most of the people but this one little girl. We have nowhere to put her in the jeep and we can’t leave her behind, so we find some bikes some biker had (so conveniently) abandoned on the side of the road and we’re gonna try to get her to safety and avoid the law in the forest at the same time.
We’re ascending this hill and the little girl’s bike chain breaks. We leave her there for a moment to see if we can find something to fix her bike with. We cross the hill and there’s a whole bunch of cops in this area. We’re hiding behind a small hill in the slope of the mountain, and some acquaintances of ours come over to the cops on mountain bikes. One of them, a blond guy, spots us, sneaks over, and asks us what we’re doing. We explain we need a replacement bike chain for a girl, and agrees and walks down, asking the cops who are looking for us a few feet away if he could have his belt. The cop agrees, gives him his belt, and the guy sneaks back to us. We use the belt to replace the chain and the guy follows us as we sneak away from the cops on our bikes.
In the first dream, the blond guy then turns us into the cops…-_- and we have to take shelter in this southern city house. In the second dream, though, he helps us out further and somehow we get to this southern city. Cops are everywhere so we sneak to this warehouse/house-house and try to get in. We do and the cops are trying to get in after us, so we rush to the back where the house-house becomes a big garage/warehouse, but we can’t get out. The first dream ended here, as we tried to get out again and couldn’t.
In the second dream, though, the garage door suddenly opens and all of our parents walk in. They have all this stolen merchandise from museums and stuff and they’re expert thieves and we’re just finding this out about them. They think we actually did the crime and are all proud of us and stuff. They hide their recent thefts and agree to make the cops go away.
So the cops go away and they show us around the house. I thought it had been weird, because the house was just a one room entryway, a long long stone hallway that leads from the entry to the garage. Now they show us all these secret rooms and passages on the walls of the hallway that lead to other rooms or other parts of the city and that only members of our family can open…or even see are there. So it turns out we have these he grounds available to us. Our parents say we should lay low until this whole thing blows over, and since that was our plan anyways we agree and take to exploring all the hidden gardens and rooms of the thief palace thing. And that’s the last I can remember of that…
Fragment - Murder : December 2007
There were these two murderers in my house trying to kill me and my family (I in my girl persona), and we had recently installed this elevator to the upper floors. It was an old cage one. Mom and Mey and Quin ran upstairs to try to get away while dad and I went down to kick butt. The elevator malfunctioned and we fell down and crashed at the bottom. The two murderers were beating on the outside of the elevator but they couldn’t get in, so they started climbing upstairs. Dad and I got out, and I guess we beat them up or something because they were gone.
There was also something about a giant snake in a pond near our house that was scary, and we had to kill it with a shovel.
Fragment – Furry Bunnies! : December 2007
There were these two furrys…people with animal characteristics. They were bunny furrs. I was a guy one, and I lived in this South American coastal tribal village with these tall black people. The water near their village was shark infested and very deep. The other furr, a girl bunny, came as some sort of reporter and tried to swim in it. I rescued her and we swam to the safety of this island, where she found a gem that matched the one on a necklace I wore. They were powerful magic gems, and I tried to steal hers. She left, angry at me.
Then I was apparently the girl bunny, several years later. I got this invitation to this rich american’s colonial mansion, but it turned out to be some sort of trap by a really bad guy (the SAME demon guy from “The horse-boy and the island”) in an effort to get the crystal from me. I found the bunny dude in this cell where I was and he was all beat up…apparently the demon-guy had hurt him in an effort to get information on where to find me and the second gem. But the guy hadn’t figured out how to remove the gems from us without destroying them (we both wore them around our necks on chains, and the gems had apparently selected us as their bearers or something) so he was going to keep us here until he did. I helped the guy bunny escape, but as we were running down the gravel driveway he collapsed and I couldn’t carry him, and the demon guy was walking up behind us all calmly with this smirk on his face, knowing I couldn’t get both of us away and I wouldn’t just leave the guy bunny behind. I could hear the crunch crunch as his feet stepped on the gravel just behind me, and then I woke up… O_O
Unremembered Notes : December 2007.
These are notes about two dreams I don’t seem to remember at all. But I woke up in the middle of the night and had written this down, so…they were obviously dreams that I had.
7:45
Kelpman, search for others, big place, tricked, submarine.
5:03
Classes, bakery, dad’s home, transformers