Thread: In Somis Semper Eratae: My Dream Log

I haven't had any particularly interesting dreams lately...

January 25th: "Tin-foil Project Board"
I was working on one of my old science fair projects... I arrived at school with it just before judging began, and many others were also there, making last-minute modifications to their boards. When each was finished, the student folded it like a sheet and wrapped it in tin-foil, putting it on a cart. I worked by a window in the gray morning light, and I did the same with my board when I was finished, but I wondered about the necessity of doing it in such a way.

And now for something completely different: My dreams contain patterns that remain consitent throughout my "dreaming life":

-If I ever become submerged in water, I can still breathe. It's been that way ever since I was very young. In some cases I have tried holding my breath at first but then realized that I could breathe... But lately, I've been holding my breath even more without realizing that I could breathe, even if I was sneaking breaths through my nose.

-Especially in the past, I think I have supernatural powers, and I often do. These include moving objects with my mind, controlling the elements (all except for fire, but I did have fire powers once), speaking through my mind, flying (though lately I have a hard time staying aloft), and, for a while, I could summon spirits or zombies.

-If I summon or use another power, I make a motion with my hand much like a conductor does when the music "crescendos".

-I had a lucid dream only once, but I have had a few dreams where I could control what was going on by commanding it to happen. I didn't know it was a dream in these cases, so I don't consider them lucid.


Notable from the past: "Secret Missions With The Beatles"
As far back as I remember, in the beginning I was going on missions in different dimensions against an evil organization. One had a disgusting pond (think Bog of Eternal Stench from "Labyrinth") that we were thrown into; I remember being thrown in, but I do not remember landing in it. I think I was with a good-looking guy I was trying to impress on that one, but I was not making a good impression on him. I met the Beatles in between missions once; it was present-day, but John Lennon and George Harrison had been resurrected, and all of them were made young again.

Another scene began. I saw my cat, recently deceased in real life, in the living room. I didn’t believe it at first, but I did a double-take and he was still there. I pet him, and he meowed and pranced happily. Shortly afterwards, I saw myself carrying him in a large shoebox. He was dying. I showed him to Paul McCartney, saying, “This was my old cat,” which probably meant that I knew he was supposed to be dead and that his present state was very temporary. Paul smiled a little, and maybe pet the cat once or twice.

After a while I went on a mission on my own, and I was tricked into consuming poisonous berries growing on a bush. I waited too long to take an antidote or drink milk (a remedy used by my parents in a less serious scenario when I was a child), so I knew I was going to die. I left that dimension, ran through a shopping mall, and came upon an open-house Halloween party. There was a whole crowd waiting to get in, and admission was not free, so I ran and jumped over the crowd to get in. I landed in a black-haired girl’s lap rather unceremoniously. She and her friends were surprised, but after I apologized, she was very polite to me and didn't give me any trouble. I asked someone else if they had seen four men dressed up as the Beatles (others weren’t supposed to know they were the genuine article), and he led me to them. I told the security guard that I urgently needed to see John. They went back behind a curtain, from which place I heard them telling John to become young so he could come see me (they remained old until the need called for them to be younger). I told them that it didn’t matter what form he took; all the same, he came out as his young self, looking a lot like Drake Bell. I think I told the Beatles I wanted to dance with John; at that point, the dream-synthesized song they were singing said, “John, go on and dance with her.” I asked him to hold me in my final moments and to say a prayer with me. He held me tight, and it was a very warm embrace, but John was about to cry. I began to pray: to take me into heaven, to forgive me of my sins, giving thanks for Jesus, family, friends, and love (in that order, with special emphasis on love), and asking to take care of everyone once I was gone. It made him even tearier.

Presumably once I was dead, there was a meeting among the people who threw the party. One of my favorite professors was there. He talked about the party crasher, not knowing it was me, but dismissed the issue to talk of more important business, the nature of which was unknown to me.

When I met the Beatles, I could only see Ringo Star and John Lennon clearly, and also Paul McCartney when he was old. Ringo did not look himself.

The dreams I had last night were fever-dreams. I hate it when that happens; you're so delusional, even when you're really awake, you think the events of the dream are still going on!

I woke up and went back to sleep so many times that it's hard to classify the two sequences as distinct dreams, but I will write them as such anyway.

"Science Fair Project: Proof That God Exists"
So many science fair dreams... I guess judging is the cause of it. Anyway, I was at my old school again, this time in the auditorium where presentation and judging would take place. Some of my schoolmates were there, pasting components on their boards as I was doing. I was pasting the procedure for my experiment, which hadn't been adequately trimmed.

The proof for the existence of God was entailed there, but I couldn't remember what I had found. It didn't occur to me to read it, or perhaps I just couldn't, so as I was switching between wake and sleep I panicked about what I would say in my interview. One of my classmates tried to calm me down, and she did help me a little, but I didn't find a solution before I awoke--or, rather, went into a different dream.

"Attempted Lucidity with Link in the Water Temple"
I was watching Link in the third person as he swam in the Water Temple (from Ocarina of Time). But it wasn't Link; the man was a replacement character, like one that might be unlocked by accomplishing one of the side tasks in the game, and he seemed modernized (machine gun instead of the tradtitional weapons and black T-shirt and dark sunglasses instead of a tunic), more outspoken, maybe more masculine--he was well-built, anyway. One of my friends was showing me a hidden chamber that could only be accessed with this new character.

The room the gameplay took place in was the room in the temple where you first see Ruto. As the character surfaced (the room was not completely filled with water as it was in the game), I saw that it was Link again. He climbed onto a platform on the left side. I then tried to insert myself in with him, and I would have been successful if he had not moved onto a circular tile that caused an image, like a hologram, of Ruto to appear at the far end of the room on a similar tile. I tried again, but I failed and woke up completely.

After I got up and took my medication for the morning, I had a dizzy spell and a hot-flash; I hurt all over--even my hands ached. So I got to bed, thankful that it was my day off, and slept again, even though the sounds of traffic outside disturbed me every so often.

"Saving the Hobbits"
This one is not as clear. I remember running on a highway bridge with one of my old English professors and a young girl, nearly falling into infinite abyss below. There was a steep incline ahead and fire behind; the incline became a mountain. On the summit, I came to a lounge that may have been in one of my previous dreams. There was a smooth, mysterious man there, and he challenged me psychologically, trying to throw me off from what I was trying to do. But I wasn't swayed; I was a little intimidated, but I knew what I had to do and I wasn't going to give up.

I ran past him through an open doorway into a courtyard, seemingly floating in the sky. Beyond that was another stretch of highway, this one swerving and swooping to and fro; ahead of me, across a hole in the road that I had to jump and up the road a ways, was Sam from Lord Of The Rings, running frantically. I caught up to him and calmed him down from whatever was ailing him. Then I had to start again from the courtyard, running the same path, but this time towards Frodo. He was panicked, beyond panicked, even suicidal, and I had to convince him not to kill himself.

Coming back from that place, I was with my father, rushing in a motor vehicle through a small field of grass and caterpillar habitats in cages. I ran over one of the caterpillars, and I felt it squish as the fluid issuing from its carcass let out sort of a sputtering squeak; it was sickening, and it was a monarch butterfly caterpilalr, which I thought was an endangered species. My father paid no mind as we needed to get away fast. Something was pursuing us, but I'm not sure what it was.

I had more fever dreams... thought I don't know if you could call them dreams or if they were delusions.

One had to do with a poll I was taking in my guest bedroom upstairs: should people in the Free Zone (Yes, as in Steven King's The Stand) be required to wear suits or should they be allowed to wear regular slacks and a jacket so long as they matched? There were about two people of the second opinion for every one of the first opinion. People arrived by my stairway about three at a time; most, if not all, were men, and many had long hair and hats, fedoras, I believe. I think all of them were clad in black apart from a white button-up shirt.

I am anticipating another such night, though I might try to take advantage of my constant state of semi-consciousness and have a lucid dream. If I do, I hope to meet Tom Petty in a field of wildflowers. It's not that out of the ordinary, but I think it's a start; I'll get more creative later on.

"Latin Class: Semi-Conscious Verbalization"
I was wandering around campus with my cousin. I knew I was late for class, so I ran across campus to my Latin class with her. The professor, usually absent in the beginning of class, was at the door, and I felt like a friend of mine who dropped the class last year was supposed to be there that period, but she was absent. As the professor moved towards the board, I realized that I had forgotten my materials; I thought about excusing myself to get them, but the professor never excuses his students. Anyway, I realized that my materials were in the bottom of my bag anyhow.

I noticed a guy with all his hair done in tiny braids; I thought it was one of the guys who normally attend the class, but it turned out to be a man whom I have never seen in real life. A friend of his was also there. Anyway, one of the guys who attends regularly but does little work said something about robbing a bank or a house and having my friend drive the getaway car. I started telling him off, half-aware that I was verbalizing the conversation in real life: "Why would you go and do a thing like that? You are just pathetic..." And then I woke up.