Thread: novan08's Dream Journal

Wednesday, April 23 2008

"Defection"

I do Brazilian JiuJitsu and train in a team called Roots Australia. Loyalties are a huge issue with BJJ, and hard rivalries are ripe with teams. One such rival team is called Gracie Barra.

In my dream I tried out training at Gracie Barra gym except in this case it was upstairs, an apartment I think? Upon walking into the living room it was actually exactly like a place someone would live, nothing like a gym. Ugly linoleum, couches with nothing much else. Upon inspection it had 3 bedrooms and a balcony. No kitchen to my recollection. I quickly became a well accepted member of GB and felt very happy there. The atmosphere was family-like. I knew I was betraying Roots, but I didn't think much of it. It started off with me in a room (about average bedroom size) and it was matted (as dojos are), with built in cupboards with mirrors. Royce Gracie (a legend of the martial art) was there in the corner, looking over and instructing as I had a full contact spar (heavy) with B.J Penn who is a professional fighter in the UFC (every now and then, B.J Penn's face would change into my uncles whenever I would look away and back, but I knew it was B.J Penn). Couple knees, took him down, ground and pounded and gi choked him (He was wearing a gi, the traditional uniform kind of like a karate one). I felt happy, knowing I just beat BJ Penn and Royce was watching. Royce seemed pleased.

I remember walking back into Gracie Barra again in another scene and there was Kyra and Royler Gracie (other legends of the martial art) sitting on a couch and having a chat. Actually Royler didn't really talk at all, it was all Kyra. She had an American accent, in contrast to her strong Brazilian one she has in real life. They looked at me as I walked into the door, but didn't acknowledge or say hi. I walked back into the room Royce was in before. I knew in my mind that we had set up a friendly match. I picked up some gloves off the floor and I said "Hey Royce can I use these gloves". He responded saying "You can use anything in here Novan." . Was pretty ace, I felt like I belonged and Royce took good care of me haha. As I was getting dressed for the fight I rememebr not being able to chose what to wear. I thought Gi? No, gi pants? No. I settled with MMA shorts - they were my Atama ones with Roots team patches, but I thought nothing of it. Royce is already dressed in his gi pants and MMA gloves are on. I didn't wanna keep him waiting. I rushed over to the next room to get my hands wrapped. I remember doing about 5 seconds of shadow boxing before going back into the room, and Royce wasn't there! I thought damn... maybe I kept him waiting too long?

So I walk out back into the main area and Royler and Kyra are still talking, they acknowledge me as I leave this time and say goodbye. I was shirtless, hands wrapped with my gloves hanging over my shoulder I walk out of the door - except this time it wasn't an apartment. I looked back at the house and it was rather massive. Way bigger than how it looked inside. Atop a rather steep driveway, it was sort of sandstonish but rather modern. I walk down the driveway and notice a teacher of mine from school telling me about how great the opportunity was for me to stay with the Gracies (the legendary family). Apparently I had stayed with them as a school exchange program thing. Weird, because I wasn't informed of such thing before I went in there (it wasn't in the dream). She then told me Helio was keen on teaching me Theology and that I'd get my blue belt. So as I left I gave them all handshakes, and went down the ramp and thats all I remember.

It's interesting to note that this ramp and house is exactly the same as the one in my dream some 12 months ago. It led out into a busy road. I knew it was the same house when I woke up, only in my other dream I had viewed it from a different angle. I wonder what significance this plays in my life?

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Friday, April 25 2008

This dream didn't piece together as well as the others. Maybe it was because I had multiple dreams. Something tells me they were linked though, and that I just don't remember how... because elements of things that happened in one, would appear in the other - even though the setting or how I got theme seem to have no correlation. Anyway here it goes:

The first I remember was being on the bottom floor on this immaculate, upper class store. Massive. Think Harrods, or Myer on a million-dollar makeover. Rigged out with mahogany stair rails and everything. Standing there looking at the massive stairs , I'm suddenly next to a guy I know called Tom. I don't see him often, we talk every now and then but we used to be band mates.

We're pretty excited to go up. So we climb and we get to the first floor in which theres a plaque - telling us whats on this level, and whats on the next ones etc. Looking at the writing itself, it was indistinguishable. Kind of like a blur, but I could read it in the dream. On the 3rd floor, there was a synagogue. Apparently I had been there before because I said "Oh yeah Tom theres a synagogue up here its really nice!" and Tom seemed pretty keen so we ran up to the third level, to the synagogue. Upon walking quietly up the stairs leading to it, this Jewish boy was singing. There were more words but all I could remember was him singing repeatedly "I have been cleansed, I have been cleansed". The stuff in the synagogue (walls, pughs etc.) were all a dark wood, polished. Very nice - though it sorta looked like a church, we're it not for a Rabbi you wouldn't know. There was a stain glass window behind the altar facing the people. Of a prophet or saint perhaps? The synagogue only occupied the left part of the room, beside the staircase rails.

On the otherside continued shopping areas, boutiques etc. Tom decided to sit in on the Jewish service and stay. All of a sudden I notice a deep, massive gash open up on my left inner leg, sorta just above my knee. It was rather disturbing, and I remember thinking to myself that I really needed stitches for this.


**NEXT SCENE**

I was with a group of teens of various ages, I'd say from around 12 to 18. We we're in a playground area, very reminiscent to the one at Stewart House which is a school for disadvantaged children. Except the soft asphalty stuff wasnt on the ground anymore, instead it was dirt and loose bark stuff and various sandpit circles around. We we're instructed to go and de-weed the area with our hands. As groups of kids started to team up and go to sandpits I was left sort of wandering. I didn't know where to de-weed, or who to do it with. I sorta just wondered around helping out whoever and then leaving whenever I thought it felt awkward. From walking from sandpit to sandpit, I fell over and seemed to have grazed the inside of my left leg. I raise my shorts to see the exact same gash that appeared in the synagogue. **The correlation wasn't realised as I was dreaming, only after.**

I gave up and walked to the corner of the area to chill. I knew I was a loner - I heard voices of other kids so I opened the pool gate and decided to go in and check it out. It didn't leed to much - there was a rather roofless room with rendered concrete walls. I'd say it was about.. 5x3 metres. I looked around but no one was there. I decided to stay and chill out in there for a little bit because I really didn't want to go back out. Whoever was in charge wasn't looking for me anyway. All of a sudden, about 6 guys about my age circled me, looking pretty agressive. I don't know what it was over, but an argument started and they we're all out to get me. I fought back with my words, and I was up for a fight. I just knew that 6 guys on me would've been ugly. I had my hands up in fight stance ready to go, until one of the guys stepped up and said "Don't worry boys, I got him" with a smile on his face. He was taller than me, an Islander fellow (like Tongan or Samoan maybe). I was really up for it, and releaved that it wasn't gonna be a 6 vs. 1 bloodbath. Though I was worried that the other boys would jump me while going at his buddy - after looking at their faces they seemed reluctant anyway. The Islander dude took his shirt off, walked up to me and got a grip on me (but not really agressively). He said "Are you ready?" I said yes. My real life brazilian Jiujitsu training made me feel very confident that I was gonna beat this guy up. I took him down, punched him many solid times in the head and face and choked him out with an arm-triangle choke from side mount (a positional advantage) as he gave me his arm. I felt him go limp as he tapped (to give up) softly, but I was so angry that I held on for a little longer after he slept. His boys seemed to have gotten rather angry and jump me, but that was over quickly as I made work of them. I got up panting and puffing, glad that I was able to fight my way out but felt pretty bad for the guy on the ground. His eyes were closed, kind of asleep. Rolling on the floor trying to get up. I crouched down to try influence him to get up and help him out. After about 30 seconds, he was fine, he shook my hand and gave me a hug. What was weird, was that I heard people outside talk about the fight.