Thread: JET73L's dream journal

Monday, August 11, 2008 (previous to 9:05 A.M.)
Keyword: The Worst 4-star Hotel Floor in Berlin
Themes: Berlin, High School Musical, David/Sean Cassidy, siblings, families, hotel, obnoxious people, no-bake cookies, dishygiene, vomit
So, I wake up, and I'm remembering all of these fragments of these really crazy dreams, However, for the life of me, I cannot recall what had happened. Then I wake up, and I'm in Berlin, with my older brother (who does not exist and looks like a blonde sean cassidy. David cassidy? One of them.), my younger sister (who does exist and is currently comatose due to the fact that we have been in a moving vehicle for more than four minutes) and my mom (who, instead of working at the university, now works for the CIA, and is delivering some sort of confidential file to one of our agents who managed to infiltrate the post-war nazi movement (which is made up of people who have aged about ten years since world war 2, despite that High School Musical 2 Stage Edition In German Extravaganza Random Word Blah Blah Blah is currently premiering, or at least I think so, because there seem to be signs about the play everywhere, including a 30-foot tall HSM sigil in neon above the center of the city). The elder brother decides to stop and get a room at a cheaper hotel, to eiher be separate from the target that mom is with the paprers, or to secretly hand off the papers without being watched by local spies. We continue to a huge, fancy hotel, get room tichet, and end u0p on a floor with the same huige, obnoxious family that entered at the same time as us. Their patriarch, who looks vaguely like this obnoxious guy from two days ago who would not stop assuming we agreed with his political views and also slightly from that cousin/brother/anno9yance they always met on the old Natio0nal Lampoon movies, decides that, for security, everyone on the floor (not in his family, but everyone staying in that area of the floor of the hotel) would get a number. There were three families, ours, theirs, and another small family, crowded into a smal ara in front of the elevator. I finally get t=o the room, which is pretty decent (and has sweetarts that turn into no-bake cookies when you stop focusing on them, Irealised it was a dream for about a tenth of a second before giving in to the delicious chocolatey peanut buttery oatmealness of the cookies). Unfortunately, the other klids on the floor have apparently been givien free rein, which includes, whenever the door is open more than a few inches, our hotel room. It's arranged in a way similar, but slightly more spacious, to a room at which I used to stay in, and now my mom and sister stay in, when we stayed at our grandmom's house. Including the fact that the bathroom is accessible from the hallway. We had no bathrpoom for the room, anybody on the floor could use it. And nobody on the floor would clean it. I have only seen one toilet bowl worse in real life, and, yeah, the bowl in "the worst toilet in scotland" on Trainspotting was the only televised one that even compared. So, I was about to throw up, gagging, gagging, started to heave, when I finally woke up. Still gagging, but not about to barf.

Tuesday, August 12, 2208 (morning)
Keyword: Fragments 2: Goin' to Vegas
Themes: Discworld, books, alcohol, travel, plane, ID, old schools, Pearls Before Swine
Fragments (not in order) include:
-1.finding a Discworld Big Comic (Mort) at Hastings, bound in pleather
-5 or 6.recieving a rum (no coke) instead of a coke (no rum). (was not drunk, but the later fragments were slightly fuzzy)
-3.travelling on a plane
-2.recieving fake passports and ID cards so as to be allowed entrance to a casino (probably for blackjack)
-5 or 6.Casino where I nearly identified myself as the wrong identity appeared to be the same building (including the playground) as a day care center I used to attend during the summer.
-4.Using the restroom on the plane, I think to change outfits, but someone kept punching me through the oddly flexible, stretchy door.
-7? Pig from Stephen Pastis' comic Pearls Before Swine was writing to his pen pal (not himself) to explain something that was al either incorrect, common sense, or both.

As well as a bunch of fragments I didn not remember long enough to write down.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008 (previous to 8:56 A.M.)
Keyword: Who the **** is Vampyre?
Themes: living elsewhere, Dreamviews
I'm in this semi-old fashioned house, but I assumed I lived there, so I can;t really remember anything out of the "ordinary." Towards the end of the dream, I'm in a duiscussion on Dreamviews, quoting some member named Vampyre. It's on, I think philosophy, a dreaming thread, so I'm not constantly doing RCs. I think that I've not seen Vampyre here before, despite that he's already posted mine times, and then I start to do a reality check against my broken tooth and decide against it because my dream self rationalizes that, 1. he may have joined a while back (maybe a few days ago) and doesn;t post more than one or two times a day, or even week, and 2. I am awake, in my bed, so it is now kind of a moot point to do a reality check now. I do so in case it's a false awakening, which it isn't.

All dreams this post were had betweeen 12:57 A.M. Thursday August 14, 2008, and 12:30 PM of the same day.

Keyword: ESPer on the Run
Themes: psychic, suits, running, my house (not my home), movies (sci-fi), movies (horor), colors, hoods
The first dream started with me running from some sort of organization, maybe a laboratory to test psychic-type abilities, but I was either too afraid to use them, or I was unable to use them properly, due to eitheran overuse while escaping, or the remains of some sort of purple hood still around my neck. I was younger than I am now, and wraithlike (not waiflike, wraithlike), and probably only noticed this because in the nbext dream, I was either significantly larger or at least, now that I think about it, back to normal, because otherwise... nevermind, talk about it during the next dream. I was running from two agents, one larger and more of a pale version of The Rock, one shorter and more Agent Smith of the Matrix, who were now wearing a face-covering black hood and a face-shadowing dark blue hood. I finally make it a street and a half ahead of them, when I hit an unexpected curve in the road (possibly my "powers" were busy helping increase my endurance and running speed, or I was just in really, really good shape from endurance testing at the lab), I started recognizing houses on the street, I realised, this is my street! That's my house in real life! I didn;t know if I would be able to defeat the others in my present condition, and didnt want to try. I dodged through the garage (with stairs in the garage, instead of with a wall separating), into the kitchen, and into the dining room. THe womn living there, once I quickl;y explained myself, agreed to not tell them I was here if they asked. (interestingly enough, the kitchen was the same as in waking life, but slightly less disorganized, and the dinig room table was the same table, only not covered in outdated computer parts). I fell asleep after they had left, and by morning I had lost lucidity. It seemed to have been a short time later, because I met the kid who was living there, they and their friends were really into old sci-fi/horror films. My dreamself was mildly interested by the old horror films, but completely transfixed by at least one of the sci-fi movies, a more recent one from the late 80s or early 90s. Eventually I woke up.

Keyword: FA1: Stupid Shuffle mode
Themes: False Awakening, MP3 phone, audiobook
After I woke up, I went to the restroom, fed the cat, tried to restart my MP3 player with Thief of Time, but it was going through random bits of the audiobook, and I think, now that I'm definitely awake and hadn;t done a reality check, I may have been sleeping through at least half of that event, and did not actually turn the audiobook back on earlier, but instead was doing so during a dream., For one thing, the audiobook was back on my pillow instead of next to my bed when I woke up (just now, for real), and I left it next to my bed after giving up on trying to deactivate the Shuffle mode.

Keyword= Cleaning Curse'd Artifacts
Themes: river, trucks, native american/indian reservation, curses, statue, Mapinguari, tent, wal-mart, Doctor WHo, bear, carvings
Later, I was back to either normal or significantly larger than normal, I expect it would be back to normal but with a higher muscle-fat ratio, because otherwise the guy I was meeting would have been freaking huge, over weight feet tall, and the cursed statue would have been over 7"6 (it was, actually, near 7 feet tall anyway). So, I was running from something, possibly the same people, but probably not since I think I was me again, but a later me than the me I am now, and I was running in a direction away from a volcano. I am stopped by a river, it's couldn;t have no crossing for a hundred miles, that would be just stupid, it would completely bisect Narnia and why am I talking about some fictional place? This is not a dream. I'm waiting, and I see a truck going down the river. I realise it's got rocks at at least this part within a couple of inches of uthe surface, so as long as I don;t find a sinkhole, I can make it across. A ghost-Obi-an voice tells me to do so, but to make sure to dodge the truck, ecause they're having some sort of annual river race, like they do whenever the river is just this depth, and I make it across. I make it to my friend;'s house, at an indian reservation, and he offers me a chunk of bland bread, and says I can camp here for the night (here being an area spcifically for really tiny tents, and I am legally Sioux in waking life, so I suppose that was what the DC's logic was going by.) THere are not tents or shelters there, so he drives me to the nearby Wal-Mart to buy a tent (I buy the tent, he's just here... I don;t know why he's even bothering. He has a truck, I guess that's at least a little helpful, but I could have just stayed in whatever town was nearby and not had to make the deal to clean a bunch of his old antique-type decorations). I am miserable, trudging through the Wal-Mart caked in a thin layer of mud (at least I have a chance to chat with the girl running the Photo Hut outlet towards the front of the store, as apparently noone ever needs pictures developed in this town. I get the tent, make it back, get my instructions for cleaning th e decorations. Some instructions for particular items are very specific. I begin cleaning, and... That b******! He's got Doctor WHo on the television in the next room, he's trying to tick me off! I try to listen to what I can of the show while cleaning, but as I'm cleaning, the back of a large wooden picture frame suddenly goes from a carving of two bear's claws (paws with claws, anyway) and the vague outline of what may be the backl of George Washingto's wig suddenly becomes a carving of two bear paws with claws and an evil-looking version of some sort of Bear spirit carving (possibly some sort of Alaskan or other northern style, I couldn;t tell the location because it was FREAKING EVIL!) I let out a yell of surprise, he walks into the room and says it's copletely normal, nothing 9n the room is what it seems (although yes, the painting's frame is really the back of an evil curse carving). I wask him to remove anything evil from the room before I continue clea ning, and he refuses, but he does concede in turning anything evil upsiide down, which helps a little bit. I ask him if he's going to reverse or remov the giant santa statue, and he say no reason, it's dormant. I ask him, very vehemently, because apparently he has no freaking idea what he's got himself into owning something like that with apparently not a single ounce of usable spirit energy or magic or whate3ver in his veins. He decides to look at it thro8ugh the bottom of a bottle, like a beer bottle but bluish-purple, when all of a sudden I see its true form, that odf one of those one-eyed bear-creatures from south america with an extra mouth in its stomach, holding a large wreath of plants that I know are not used for healing. I cuss loudly inside my head, and he cuts offacurse, grabs a smaller wreath from the wall, throws t into the larger wreath which is apparently some sort of tunnel that leads further back and down behind the creature than it should be able to with a wall in the way, and them throws the statue around so it's facing the wall, and I'm seeing it in Santa mode again. I get really mad at him, and I think he goes to sulk about the fact that hes so stupid, and should not be bringing things like th at into his house, especially if he needs an enchanted disc of glass to tell when it's f**** active. I think I may contine cleaning, but eventually I wake up.

Keyword: FA2: WTF Washington!?
Themes: Flase awakening, clairvoyance in dreams
I "wake up," get out of bed, ask my mom about if she's ever heard of any place similar to the river I've found,she asks if it was near a volcano, I say yes, and explain the geography I remember from the dream, and she is surprised, because that seems to be exactly a place she went by near Mt. St. Helens on one of her trips to Washington for the college a few years back.

Friday, August 15, 2008 (previous to 8:40)
Keyword: Stick Figure World
Themes: LDs, Stick Figures
I was thinking about LD'ing, and either mumbled it to a cafeteria worker or something because I was given several suggestions of what to do if a dream is inhabited by stick figures instead of actual humans. I THink the universe I was in at the time either hadbeen or became inhabited by stick figures. I woke up before I could attempt lucidity.

Saturday, August 16, 2008 (previous to 7:57 A.M.)
Keyword: National Lampoon's Around The World In Eighty Days
Themes: Family, book (classic), travel, airport, bathroom, cat (Gargamel)
Sort of a National Lampoon version of Around the World In Eighty Days. It was a family and a travel assistant instead of one guy, a travel assistant., and later a girl, but we never really got around to travelling because we wastewd several hours trying to ditch Passepartout at the airport after he sold the luggage cart, ssuming he could either carry all of the luggage by hand or trick me into carrying most of it. My pet cat, Gargamel, ended up able to jump under the door to the bathroom in whih we were hiding. Like a ferret made of spring-loaded taffy, he was.

Saturday, August 16, 2008 (previous to 7:57 A.M.)
Keyword: Evil Agent Man
Themes: spies, secret agent, thief, cat burglar, spy music
Later, I was part of an evil genius group. Kept playing Secret Agent Man in the background, I don;t know why, because it should have been more like Double Agent Man, or Freelance Evil Genius Spy And Not Really An Agent At All... Man. I was wearing black. A combination of a ninja suit and possibly a tuxedo. Carmen Electra was wearing also wearing black, though in this case, it was more of a combination of Halle Berre's Catwoman suit (without the mask) and the suit Wendy tried in the epsode of Middleman when they unfroze the agent from the sixties. I may have stolen a diamond. I know I stole information, I don;t remember what, though.

Man, I hadn't realized how badly my recall had become since school started, but my dream journal was at the bottom of the third or fourth page in the my posts search.

Sunday, August 24, 2008 (previous to 11:35 or so)
Keyword: I am the Master of All Time Lords!
Themes: Doctor Who, TARDIS, high-stakes theft/break-in,
A previous incarnation of the Doctor was somewhere nearby (Or a later one that looked like an earlier one, I don’t know which, though, since it was either after the Tenth Doctor’s hand had been cut off, or after another of the Doctor had the same thing happen. I’m thinking he looked sort of like a cross between the fourth and second doctors, or at least an older version of the fourth doctor. Same poofy, curly hair, and greyer, no scarf though). I was possibly an incarnation of the Master, or possibly an agent of the former Torchwood (or a renegade from Jack Harkness’s Torchwood), as I knew far more about TARDISes than a human should, and somehow got a hold of the Doctor’s severed hand. I used it and some sort of energy cloaking device to make myself completely unreadable, so that the only DNA or energy signiature the TARDIS could see was that of the severed hand. I don’t recall much after that. Perhaps my plan backfired and I got trapped, or perhaps I woke up.

All dreams on the morning of... August 27 '08 were under the influence of perscription medication to keep my injured shoulder from keeping me awake.

August 27, 2008 (early morning)
Keyword: Quantum Leap into Sauna
Themes: Quantum Leap, Naruto, hot springs, Spam
There was a bright flash of blue light and I was suddenly Samuel Beckett of Quantum Leap. In a hot springs bath. Al appeared, I said, adding to a quote by Naruto in that day's Shonen Jump, "I'm not comfortable in this position... But that's okay, because I've got a ham sandwich!" I pull a Spam sandwich out of the hot water, and take a bite of the surprisingly un-drenched sandwich.

August 27, 2008 (sometime in the morning)
Keyword: Hitchiker Girl
Themes: Sex, truck, parental supervision
I'm going to go to the next town with my dad to give his ex-girlfriend and her daughter a ride back to the city, when a hot girl who knew me in the dream (that I don't recall in real life), asked to catch a ride. She's sitting on the bunk in the back of the truck, behind the drivers' side seat so that I can see her, but my dad can't, and gets into a very provocative and rather... limber position. She's wearing skin-tight lycra bike shorts. I'm getting really bothered because I can't make a move with one of my parents there. By the time we get to the next town, I realise (too late) that it's a dream, especially as she manages to exit the cab of the truck and leave without anyone moving out of the way of the doors. Dad's ex-girlfriend and her daughter are now approaching the truck, I try to change the dream so that the girl and I are the only ones there, but the dream ends.

August 27, 2008
Keyword: Fighting Invisible Self
Themes: Psychological experiment, laboratory (futuristic)
I am under the impression that I am in a stainless-steel or brushed aluminum room with a one-way mirrored window across one wall to test if I could defeat, through sheer force of will, a perfect version of myself (I realise, now, it's strangely similar to Ichigo training to become a Visored in Beach in the Shonen Jump issue I recieved yesterday). I slowly become more and more paranoid and start spinning around to punch the air behind me, in case the me is standing there. Eventually, I'm watching from the point of view of one of the two observers behing the mirrored window, verbally expressing sympathy for me having been driven mad through paranoia, because the other me is not only invisible, but had never existed in the first place. I the observer feel guilt for running me the subject through such a horrible test, simply to see the reaction.

August 28, 2008 (previous to about 9:40 A.M. by a couple of minutes)
Keyword: Lucid Insomnia
Subjects: Lucidity, sleep
I was in a dream, in bed. A reminder of my previous dream was written on my left hand, though I hadn't actually written it down, I was just trying to remember it until I woke up. The environment had changed several times, though it was ll pretty much my bedroom. I was trying to see if I could fall asleep inside of a lucid dream, when, IRL, I rolled over onto my wrist and woke up. I don't remember the previous dream.

August 29, 2008
Keyword: Beverly Hillbillies Remake
Themes: Beverly Hillbillies, classic television, remakes, mansion, kangaroo
It was the same scenario and the same mansion as on the Beverly Hillbillies, but entirely different people. It included some replacement of Jed in a motorized wheelchair-scooter thing who alternately had chicken legs (or possibly turkey legs) and the daily delivery of mail kept in his apron pockets, a girl who sounded and acted like Ellie-May but looked like some unusual blending of Ellie-May Clampett and Daisy Duke, and some guy who was obsessed with the cement pond and a kangaroo that should not have appeared until at least a few episodes later. I have no idea how different Granny was, but I could hear her yelling from the kitchen. It was basically like watching the first episode of an incredibly unsuccessful Beverly Hillbillies remake.

August 29, 2008
Keyword:Re-clothe the Cat
Themes: Gargamel [cat], flea medicine, pet clothes
False awakening. My mom said that I ought to put Gargamel's clothes back on (Gargamel is a cat, and wears nought but a collar), as his flea medicine has probably stopped being greasy by now, and he's starting to be really hyper.

August 29, 2008
Keyword: Indestructible Textbooks
Themes: Books, pranks, teacher, school, skittles (candy), occult (blood signiatures)
Somehow, I learned that the textbooks at a particular school were indestructible. Neither pages nor spine could be torn, nor burned, nor written on in blood. We didn't test Hi-Lighter, which I think may have worked, if only within certain perameters. It was in school, not my school but school nonetheless. We decided to play a prank on one of the teachers, who apparently was addicted to Skittles (the fruit-flavored candy, not the game). Somebody had the idea to put a bunch of skittles in the teacher's copy of one of the textbooks, in the spine margin, and close the book (unable to be damaged) so that when he opened it, trying to impress his date with his knowledge-based job and after-hours access to the building, he would notice the Skittles and end up obsessed with finding other, nonexistent hidden cache around the room, annoying his date. The others thought it was the most brilliant scheme ever, especially when it worked, and I was merely bored enough to go along with the plan.

Saturday, August 30, 2008 (morning)
Keyword: Moose-people To The Not-Rescue!
Themes: Video games, Wal-Mart, Transformers, swords (replica), moose-people, bodily fluids (urine), obsessive cleaning, slander, bodily fluids (blood), rotting corpses, claustrophobia
I was at wal-mart, trying to find a iscount copy of Halo PC or something at least as interesting for no more than $20, or more interesting for no more than $30. The Wal-Mart had been rearranged, again, only now video game and toys were both where Gardening used to be (that separate area, off to one side, towards the front of the building from the auto repair bay). I'm wandering around, looking for the game, and perhaps something else if they no longer have the game. I'm seeing pokemon guides, DS games, a game that I thought was the full versiopn of Fate but wasn't, it had a ysimilar name but only three letters, a synonym of fate. My mom suggested I apply for a contest for jobs in a show about a game company, where I think it was a documentary or televised experiment of what happens when you take a bunch of amateurs who happen to be really skilled for amateurs, build a game company with them and a bunch of professionals, and film it. I tried to fill out a dorm, which happened to be ;perfect for me, but the form kept saying different, misleading things the furter down I read. By the time I found the proper form and filled it out, the rest of the Wal-mart was closed except for the toys and games section. I would be unable to implement my plan to check the PC software rack, which generally had computer games, because my mom had insisted I fill oout the contest form right then. ?I had a small hissy fit, and then got over it. I thenm decided to do a full runthrough of the toys and video games section, before leaving. I was sorely tempted to get the plane Transformer, like a concord jet but with wider wings like an SR-71 (I know what an SR-71 looks like, I've only seen pictures of Concordes), when I saw a whole wall of fake swords. Amazing fake swords! Not just childrens' costume props like the pirate cutlass or ninja cutlass (yeah...) that I had found earlier, but amazin, wonderful replica swords! I make and design cosplay outfits as a hobby, so this was amazing for me. Most of the swords were $2-$6 plus change dependig on materials, detail, size, etc., from a katana to a Klingon Bat'leth (but with only one handhold, and I only even know about these from reading a comic in which the characters recently crashed a star trek museum, I've only ever seen the original series) to one of those seemingly wooden weapons from Stargate that looks kind of like an upscaled version of those plastic things Joe's Crab Shack now has (Yes, I do watch SG-1 and the original movie. Not Atlantis)). There was a sword there, $19.89USD. It was an Anime Sword,a parody of the giant swords of Final Fantasy, or a zanbato. It was nailed to the wall, and when I tried to pull the display sword from the scabbard, the foam tore, and I ended up witha chunk of foam that resembled a shoddily-made wooden sword (a bokken, not like the swords little kids always have on televisipon and cartoons when they're pretending to be pirates). I go to the casheir and ask for help with the display model, and he says something disparaging and sarcastic, ending with "...did you really think a help associate would have antlers?" I am glum for a moment, when I suddenly think of something. I grab the phone off the cashier's mini-helpdesk thing, and triumphantly call the moose assistants! They come running up a few seconds later, pepared to help me unfasten the sword and scabbard from the wall. The moose-minotar-people are, however, sans antlers. They are also sans language skills and sans continence. Somehow, they are in the restroom instead of the swords display (bits of which are now part of a display on the wall of the restroom), so I guess that's better than them peeing in the middle of an aisle. I could pull out the plowest nail, nd staning on the back of one of the moose-people I could dislodge the second nail, but I would need two or three of them in a stack or pyramid to pull outr the highest nail. This would prove difficult, as two of them had disappeared and the other two had turned into enchanted (and crumpled) sponge-washcloth things. I let the lower one sit in the moose-person urine puddle, set the other on top and tried to get it to bleed on itself (somehow, I was successful, despite that it had no blood in crumpled cloth thing form. They reverted to moose-person form (sort of), I tried to stand on the second one's shoulders but they wouldn't stop moving. I fell suddenly several inches ald lost continence myself, all down the wall and onto the floor. The moose-minotaur things are washcloth things again, and not reverting to their proper form, so I use them and a bunch of toilet paper to clean up the wall and floor. I see, not with my dream self's eyes but with my dream self's mind's eye, that some girl, for lack of a proper more tomboyish word, isgiving an interview about me. For some reason, she's saying my parents died in a horrifically bloody accident, or some sort of greusome murder, which left an impossible amount of blood (all theirs) puddled across the floor of the room. There were two problems with that. 1. My mom had not died years ago in the dream, she had in fact driven me to the store, and 2. they were not my parents. I was upset, tried to get through the door through the blood and corpses (well, no longer corpses, really more off gooey piles of what used to be bits of corpses) that had appeared through the room from the interviewer's show's "picture of the scene she's talking about." If anything else happened, I don't recall, but I think I may have just woken up. And then I used the restroom, because I really needed to.

Sunday, August 31 (previous to 8:20 A.M.)
Keyword: Ringu Curse Book
Themes: Islands, curse, death (occult), coma, Bruce Wayne, Tim Curry/Dale the Whale, Families I Hate, Danny DeVito, Alfred the Butler, A-frame mansion, scams/cons, bears, diving.
was on an island, a tourist-y island. On the plane in, I had read a book. The bookhd something to do with the island.And because of the book, or the book inconjunction with the island, everyone I cam in contact with was dying in particularly unlucky ways. However, there was somthign about a way to udno thios mentiponed in the book, and a deadline, and the people weren't actually dying, no matter how badly they were hurt, so I was guessing I could save them if I released the curse before a certain point in time. There were some poeple I kept meeting who didn't die, such as a family of annoying people (think the brother or cousin or whoever that the family kept meeting on the old National Lampoon vacation and holiday movies), only the husband was such a complete and utter self-righteous moron who thought he knew everything, and whatever he assumed (particularly rules of grammar, and I'm a linguistics enthusiast) was automaticlally correct. The wife had some severe personality defects as well, but I don't recall them specifically because I had not seen her towards the end of the dream, which is most of what I can remember, and the children were... well, children raised by self-righteous idiots, need I say more? And also, I kept metting Dale the Whale from the Monk detective show. Usually the Tim Curry one. He kept scaming the toruists for petty cash (like hiring a kid to run away from a haunted house sort of thing, with a wild bear in the oods instewad of monsters in a dilapidated mansion, screaming that there was a real bear, and it's running right toward us. Then the dude would sell Bear Repellant [$20US perfume mini-spritzers of water] to the more gullible tourists). Anyway, I had somehow found out that the key to unlocking the curse had to do with an island outside the bay that the ferry went toi at unusual intervals, and I figured I had to get there before the deadline (it was hard enough trying to get to the ferry on time, because of the irregular schedule and the fact my dream self kept switching between Bruce Wayne from Batman Begins and one of Danny Devito's characters, but people kept trying to stop me). I don't remember much of what happened, but towards the end of the dream, I had to get back to my family's mansion (I'm Bruce Wayne from this point until I woke up), but Alfred was told not to allow me to leave the house yet, by someone who seemed to have been Bruce Wayne's dad (yet somehow I was still the Bruce Wayne who had disappeared for seven years learnign to be Batman). Alfred took a dummy or a captured burglar into the next room to do a demonstration of the force he was authorized to use to keep me at the mansion, foolishly allowing me to leave the room with the outside door after him, and, since the outside door was not locked, make a run for it while he thought I was in the other room watching his martial arts/street fighting demo. I made it to the bridge, but the ferry was already nearing the dock, and I would only have two minutes from the time it docked to get on. This involved either running down many flights of stairs, jumping intoi th water from the height of many flights of stairs, or running down a dirt hill and using gravity to keep my momentum, hoping I'd get to the dock in time (I'm not a god judge of distances or spatial measurements, or even measurements of time for that matter, so I only know it was many flights of stairs above the water). I jumped up on the low wall (I had met the annoying family again here, just before returning to the mansion), saw exactly how high up I was, started trying to decide if I should go down the stairs or the long waydown the series of dirt slopes, a voice from what I have to assume was some sort of flight control tower for boats yelled at the people on the cliff above the dock (me) to stay out from above the ferry because it navigates by shadows or something, and I would mess it up, and I was geting ready to decide to jump down to the water, hiping my feet could cut through the surface tension without breaking both my ankles or even legs,when I realized I was awake, in one of the guest bedrooms at my grandmom's house, and I was not Bruce Wayne, and I (fortunately) did not need to jump to what almost certainly would have been my death into water many, many feet below me.

Monday, September 1, 2008 (previous to 11:25 A.M.)
Keyword: Quantum Leap Detective/Deathnote Thief
Themes: Detective story, occult, other peoples' houses, dislocated rooms, Deathnote, Quantum Leap, unusual food (pig's head), anime, demons, dinosaurs (anime), near-lucidity
I was once again Doctor Samuel Beckett from Quantum Leap, only this time Sam was Al and Al was missing. Either Al's significant other (no idea what was up with them), Sam's...Girlfriend? I don't think they got married before the Quantum Leaping thing occured.. Or the local-time Police Chief's wife found a human hand on their pig's head. A pig's head for food. Yes, I see nothing wrong with people eating cooked pig's heads, and if people ate pork but not pigs' heads, that would be a waste. Anyway, one of them, I think it was the chief's wife, had found the severed human hand sitting on their order from the butcher's shop or the market or wherever, like someone had been holdig it up by the fromt of the top of the head, and had suddenly dsappeared except for their hand. They had already checked out the butcher's shop, and I was involved in a chase. A criminal I had been searching for in the house I currently inhabited had been folowing me vewy vewy qwietwy (I'm sorry, that just seemed the perfect time for an Elmer Fudd reference, it seems that comical now) so I didn't hear him, and didn't see him until I checked a restroom with a large mirror. I turned around before he could notice the mirror and kicked him, hit his shin but he could still run, so I ran to the next room (which should have been an adjoining bedroom, but was actually a garden shed), grabbed some sort of wooden handle with the intent of tripping him up or jabbing him in the back of the neck with the end of the handle, when, as it turned out, the handle had, niot a rake or a hoe or a shovel on the other end, but a big thick metal spike for punching holes in the dirt for those metal fenceposts. I couldn't go back and get a different object without losing the guy, so I was very, very careful not to have the spike where I would accinendtally stab myself if I tripped. I chased him into the living room of a completely different house (the restroom and hallway had been from my grandmom's house, the garden shed ad been based on this huge shed that used to be at my old house, and the hallway ended through the door from the kitchen to the living room of my aunt and uncle's house, I don't know where the kitchen went), and he ran into the chief of police (now reminds me vaguely of Stottlemeyer from Monk). The runner was handcuffed, and the chief asked me what I was doing with such a gardening implement while chasing a fugitive. I remembered the other case, with the severed hand, and instead of trying to prove I wasn't trying to use the guy for a javelin practice field (I wasn't), I instead decided to say (completely lying) there was a severed hand on it, so I broought it in. I t wasn't there anymore, but there must've been some sort of severed-hand infestation, we should call the occult exterminators (I should've said, in retrospect, "like ghostbusters. Definitely not the guy who does the Addams' Family mansion.") The chief got exasperated and asked if this guy (me) was really part of the force, what my name was. I replied, "Detective Samuel Qui-" (whispering to Sam, who was currently an invisible observer, "Quinn? Quinton? Quinlan?" He didn't know, I assumed it was from the "swiss cheese" effect on his memory, but now I realize I was giving the name of the person I had replaced when Leaping.) I was then assigned to trying to lift some fingerprints or a handprint off of it, or any forensic evidence, and I expected to say later that I found no evidence and any prints must've been covered by my own in the chase. After about this point, it was replaced by the last segment of an anime-style "Meanwhile, elsewhere..." segment.
Me playing detective had been broken up by several segments of an anime-style thing, which actually started before the detective bit of the dream. Some guy kept talking and making deals with these demons or something (they mostly looked like the dinosaur people from Dragon Ball Z, but the main one made me think of a Deathnote shinigami. Probably because the human (black leather jacket, hair like some sort of punk version of the terminator, and near-opaque sunglasses, this was part of the anime-style segments so he looks like either a reference to the Terminator, or the diclnius hunter from Elfin Lied) had a Deathnote, and kept making deals. Half his remaining life for the ability to read humans names and times of death, his human eyes for the ability to see some fancy way, like some sort of movable telescopic camera, and eventually, in the last segment, he made a deal to trade his left arm (unless his arm had just been damaged in some way, I didn't hear the whole deal) to, I think, see the future, in some specific way. He was suddenly transported to a wasteland in the middle of nowhere. The demons were much larger and seemed older and more powerful (and, in the case of the triceratops rex, from DBZ, fatter, with a blobbier head), the main demon seemed far more powerful, just bursting with demon power or something, and the human was older, still less than middle-aged but hew looked like he was dying from health problems, just all sorts of things were going wrong. Looked like he'd been kept in a building with a vat of low-nutrient food and no medical assistance since he was 20 (probably had). He started protesting that this was unfair, and the demon said it was perfectly within the grouds of their trade. The human gets to see the future, and such an interesting part of it, too. He gets to see the metamorphosis of the now "world's greatest demon". About this time, things started getting sketchy as the world began to quake and the demon started trying to change his shape and, supposedly, his power level. Eventually, it got to the point where I was semi-conscious, telling the line drawings to revert to the anime, I wanted to see what happened next, I didn't want to wake up yet... But I did.

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 (between 6:40 and 9:30 A.M.)
Keywoord: Rubber Snake
Themes: Gift shop, science, snakes, novelty items
I'm in a gift shop, for some reason, like at a zoo or a western themed place or a science thing. I'm looking for a stuffed snake, because I know the place doesn't have lions (I collect stuffed lions in real life, it's a long story), and I'm hoping to find a stuffed snake to match the cottonmouth I got over easter vacation a few years back, touring the Kit Carson trail (bah). I don't find one, but I do find some novelty spitting rattlesnakes. You put them underwater, then you throw them at someone, and the person is supposed to assume the water is venom and go all "eek, why didst thou throw a venemous snake at me!?" Someone who I now realise was either absent or invisible said something sarcastic about how excitingly wonderful it was, a fake animal that spits water, how excitingly new, and I go off to look at what other stuff the gift shop has. They have mostly rubber and plasticine animals, candy, and porcelain animals (in that order). I get bored and don't recall the rest of the dream

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 (between 6:40 and 9:30 A.M.)
Keyword: Charlie Chaplin
Themes: Time travel, mafia, conspiracy, Charlie Chaplin, playground, film noir
I was going somewhere, trying to leaen moreabout the late Charlie Chaplin. He had supposedly been killed by some branch of the mob years ago, but I had a theory that he'd been on the run ever since. I am searching for him, because I have some theories on his life, and he has been my (dream self's) hero my whole life. I'm told to look for him up to the north, this time of year he may be only a couple of blocks away. I go there, and se him. He's being chased. That signiature walk of his isn't just a silly walk, it's to dodge around efficiently so the marksmen and hitmen can't get a decent shot! I adopt to walk, manage to catch up with him, We're talking (no sound) but the rain), we're running, he's explaining (still without sound) what had happened, why he was running. He explains, with silent words, that one of his hiding sopts is just ahead. Three people (him, me, and someone else who had been helping me try and find him) could fit without being too noticeable, at least if the one in the middle could arch up over the back wall and ceiling, or throw a coat over themseves. I am on the right side, the left of the door to anyone standing outside, my friend is on the opposite side, and Mr. Chaplin is trying his best to look like a pile of garbage with a coat on. It's only a few feet across, maybe four or five, but that's a good thing, because it just looks like shadow from the outside if you're not looking carefully enough. One of the searchers realises it's not just a shadow, and looks in, but all he sees is a pile of paper garbage, coats, maybe some old leaves. He satrs to back off, but then he reaches in and grabs Chaplin's coat away. We scatter, It's now a space under a huge climber that was at the playground at my old summer school, and previously day-care center. I'm running down a sidewalk that went through the playground, and, for the first time despite all the bullets fired earlier, I hear a gunshot. I see a newspaper tumble by. I don't see the date, but I realise I was in the past the whole time. I've been a ghost out of my own time, and that's why I was getting less and less noticeable as the dream went on. That's why... That's why he hadn't been seen in years. Because he had died years ago, and I was just ythere. I fall to the ground, weeping at the revelation.[/dream]

I thought there was another bit of dream between these, perhaps something to do with food, but it may just have been a transition from staring down through the rain into a puddle to staring down into my bowl of cereal in the next dream.

Keyword: Twins
Themes: Twins, evil, female, breakfast, duality, clairvoyance/telepathy
I was sitting at a breakfast table narrating my thoughts to myself, silently, and it was something to do with my twin sister's "perfect" life. Perfect grades, perfect friends, goes to a private school. The only think that isn't perfect is me. I still go to public school, sort of. And it's not like I've got 18,000 bodies buried in the backyard. I'm still being tried as an adult, though (for what the dream character was being tried, I never found out). I was- I was the sister. They/we were identical twins. She loathed me, and I could see each other, but- This isn't right... I'm not female, and we're not- two people- -I still shudder, this bit felt like my brain dry-heaving- It's got to be a dream. "Have a nice day" (I hate you for ruining my life) "Right." She leaves, and I'm no longer the two of them, just the "evil" twin, though she's the one who hides her dark soul from the world. I sit at the breakfast table, too shocked, or frightened to do anything but stare down into the bowl of cheerios and milk with banana slices in as the school bus drives off. I wake up.uesday, September 2nd, 2008 (between 6:40 and 9:30 A.M.)

Wednesday, September 03, 2008 (Between 3:40 A.M. and 6:31 A.M.)
Keyword: Lucky Star Chat
Themes: Anime (Lucky Star), Anime collectibles (Sgt. Frog), cell phones
Dreamed of a scene from the anime series Lucky Star. They were talking about random stuff, as usual, then they got on the subject of cell phones, which reminded… girl with short purple hair (can’t remember the name right now) of having accidentally run her phone through the wash and the Sgt. Frog phone tag figure falling off her backpack, after which she was depressed and her sister and… (I forgot the named of blue-haired otaku girl, too) started arguing.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008 (Between 3:40 A.M. and 6:31 A.M.)
Keyword: Morrowind Deathmatch
Themes: Game characters (Fantasy genre, nonspecific), Games (futuristic deathmatch)
I dreamt of a game that I had dreamt of before. It was called Morrowind, but it was more of a fantasy-style characters version of S4, with advanced-level playing fields. I went forward from the starting point, into the maze, fought a dragon/wyrm that popped halfway out of the wall, and died. Later, after a break between dreams, and possibly with the Lucky Star dream between, I started again, in a less maze-like field. I saw a bunch of people waiting near a dragon trap. Went up to help them slay the dragon, but apparently the two wyrms on this field were higher level than the earlier one. The other PCs all died, and I just managed to get away. I go down a path/corridor/valley/whatever on the other side of the field, and run into a hobbit, though he was really stocky so I mistook him for a dwarf at first. We fight, I win easily at thye cost of my remaining lucidity, then after a little while I run into this female character I had met playing this game previously. She starts bothering me with questions, and I reply something along the lines of “GO AWAYH(shiftkeydashdashdashdashdashdash)(dotdotdotd otdotdotdotdotdotdot)S(symbol like a Y but with the upper right branch of the Y made of a sort of two lines connected at the end by an arc, like that part of the Y was written in bubble letters)(comma)X” and she’s all, “I do not recognize ‘GO AWAYH-------…….’ But If S(symbol),X Means SE,X, I will comply.” I get ticked of, because she turned out to be a narc for one of the upper-level NPCs in the offline version of the game, and she could be the online game’s version of a permanent STING operation. I start /yell Target:Administrators that this is very funny and not obvious in the least and COULD SOMEONE GET THIS ******* NPC OFF OF THE GAME FIELD![/color] I wake up with a severe fever and mild to moderate disorientation.

September 4, 2008 (previous to 10:46 A.M.)
Keyword: The One Where Nana Died Thrice
Themes: F-R-I-E-N-D-S, consecrated ground, Castlevania references, death
So, i was watching a Friends DVD with my family (mom & sister), and the Friends are at some sort of a church or something that doubles as a funeral home that looks like a big shiny white summer home. Rachel is explaining to some of the others (Ross, Monica, and either Chandler or Phoebe but not both) about something that had happened earlier in the episode that I dreamt but forgot. She was telling them that someone's someone's someone's someone's someon'es someone's someone died, and when they were found, the key word was "Cronquist" (or something that sounded like the name of the Pre-Dracula Matthias from Castlevania). I pause the DVD and ask how that is relevant, and Moom says just to keep watching, it doesn't matter (she's not even paying attention, she's on the computer and cannot multitask). I unpause the DVD. Later, the guy who runs the place won't leave the porch, because e's some sort of ordained person, they were saying priest, but he couldn't leave the building so it had to be a monk or something (the priest guy looks exactly like the minor character from Scrubs who looks kind of like the main character from Pushing Daisies). Ross says something about "Isn't the deck sort of 'outside'?" The priest counters this with "Isn't 'lawn' (a word Ross used earlier, asking why he wouldn't leave the porch) sort of a girly word?" Ross does that sort of half "huh," half "yeah," half-laugh and goes inside the house. He's talking to his and Monica's grandmother (either the one who died twice, or the other one), when she leaves the room and stops answring him. He gets frantic, starts running through the rooms trying to find her, I figure this is going to end with him yelling "Cronquist" over and over, but, unexpectedly, someone starts bashing down a door. It's my mom, kicking my door open to tell me to wake up. I had slept through my alarm clock.

Keyword: The One With the Chick and the Duck... And the Dog… And the Gorilla…
Themes: VW van, Partridge-family, Vegas, cruddy theme parks, animals
Characters in the primary part of this dream are based vaguely on the Partridge family characters, but nowhere near exactly. Names of the character each DX was similar to are in brackets, but they could very well be wrong (for example, I know the older sister wasn’t named Marcia, that was the Brady bunch character she reminded me of). For the first part of the dream, I was the David Cassidy character, but the narration sounds better in the style of the mom from the Partridge family, so that’s how I typed it. I think that’s the explanation done for the dream journal entry.
It started when we all decided to go to _____, the six of us in an old beat-up Volkswagen van. We got a dog before we left, one of those ones with the really short spotted grey fur, It was to placate the kids on the long drive, but that would turn out to be just the start of our animal worries. Pretty soon, [second-youngest kid] and [tone-deaf brat who plays tambourine] had rescued a duckling and a chick from an animal shelter, and we couldn’t just leave them there. As we travelled, we kept picking up all sorts of animals. Even [Marcia] had rescued a(n) [size of a very large cat or a smallish medium-sized dog], and she should have known better. I was realizing that this was just like a show that had been around when I was a child, accurate even to the chick and the duckling jumping out of the van from the ceiling luggage rack every time the door opened, and couldn’t remember the last animal… It was something ridiculously large, even for travelling on a bus. Was it a giraffe? I knew it wasn’t an elephant or hippopotamus. When we stopped for gas, I was still thinking about it, and I finally remembered: It was a gorilla who could talk to the humans in sign language! There was a circus caravan over in the parking lot! And there was a flattened banana outside the door of the van! No, [Danny], no! But it was too late. “The guy from the circus said I could keep him!” this gorilla didn’t seem to know sign language. It did know how to throw itself against the screen between the cargo bay and the back seat of the van. By the time we were finished trying to get the ringmaster to take the gorilla back, it had already calmed down and was enjoying the new situation. We finally made it to _____, just in time. Unfortunately, some idiot had parked in front of the entrance to the parking lot while she went in to check if this was the right place. We were stuck for nearly an hour, unable to pull around the other van back onto the highway, or to pull into the entrance. It was infuriating. Finally they got back out and moved their van, so we all piled back into the VW from the impromptu picnic/lawn football game we had set up to pass the time. We finally got to go in. [/Mrs. Partridge-style narration] It had an old-west façade across the front buildings, and, once inside, the children left to play in the arcades or indoor playgrounds or whatever (including me, I was now permanently a incorporeal watcher), and the adults, all three of them (None of them had actually been on the van, the dream retconned then into existence), got completely drink. You know the drinks on a neck lanyard from What Happens in Vegas? (Or, if yu didn’t see this and by sheer coincidence read this webcomic, LICD?) Well, they were like that, only instead of a giant necklace, they were giant pants. The drinks weren’t on the pants, they were the pants. I’m assuming there was some sort of flexible plastic internal wall to stop the drinks falling out the leg holes, or staining one’s clothing (but hey, it’s gallons of liquor or mixed drink that you wear. Clothes, like the one dude’s pants, will be destroyed, so I think it was mainly there to keep the booze from falling out the leg holes. Anyway, the rest of the dream was being bored watching their stupid drunken-oldpeople (well, drunken upper middle-aged people) antics until I was woken up by my pet cat asking bout breakfast. (this was not a false awakening, he does this whenever he’s not banned from m room by sticking his cold nose in my face and maowing until I double-check that they still has half their food and most of ther water (sometimes I refill his and Tia’s water bowl, if it’s low).

Wednesday, September 10, 2008 (Shortly before 6:30 a.m.)
Keyword: The Four Riders of the Possiblypse
Themes: Good Omens (book, 4 horsemen)
Several people and I (aside from me, two guys and a girl, the girl matched Scarlet/War's description) were riding through a large area of land (I think on motorcycles, but I forgot to type that down. It could have been horses. Or even chocobos), trying to do something to it (I assumed we intended to exorcize the land, but it could've been we wanted to bring doom upon the realm.) It was part of a larger dream, but that's all I could recall.

Thursday, September 11, 2008 (right up until 9:25 A.M.)
Keyword: Hamburger Mini-Quiches
Themes: Dreamviews forum, Ghost hunters, cooking show (rachel-ray lookalike, appetisers)
So, I was watching a GhostHunters marathon, not really paying attention, and got wrapped up in posting on Dreamviews. By the time I start paying attention to the television again, the episode was over, as was the marathon. Instead there was a cooking show, the one who looks vaguely like rachel ray. and sounds a lot like her, but doesn't cook like her (a very distinct lack of beer and giant haburgers). She's making mini-hamburger appetisers, only they don't actually taste like hamburgers, they taste like quiche.This is a half-recipe, for either three people or six people splitting the fake hamburgers. it's croissant things kind of like mini-bagels but croissants, and theyjust came out of the oven from having crisped so they don't squish under the weight of the fake hamburger patty and cheese. she just finished making whatever the hamburger was actually made of, I think it was ground vegetables (mostly spinach) held together by egg. They're about 3-3.5" across by 1/3" thick. She puts these on the halved croissants, puts a slice of cheese on top (looked like whatever the poofy cheese on McDonald's steak bagels were, I'll have to find out if that's american cheese or what), then the other croissant halves, and puts them in a microwave or a toaster oven to heat through, Takes an already-finished batch out of the oven where it was being kept warm, puts them on a plate, slices them in half, and brings them out to the coffee table where several other people are sitting (two couples plus her is five half-sandwich things, and I think the cameraman had the last one, but I don't know for sure because my alarm went off at least twice both in the dream and IRL before I woke up).
I ought to try this recipe, it actually sounds really good, especially compared to some dream recipes I've seen (tomato and toothpaste omelette anyone? Extra eggshell?)

Keyword: Mad Ghost/Hobo
Themes: Break-in, 21 Jumpstreet, routine oddities
I'm using my mom's tv/dvd player to watch a bunch of old television shows she got on DVD from the library. I hear the garage door, and wait for them to get inside. When I hear footsteps coming dowsn the hall, i greet her or my sister, whoever it is. But it's not them. It's a completely random lady who wants to know why I broke into her house and moved all her stuff. Oh, no, I think to myself. It's a dream. I explainto her that she's in the wrong house, these DVDs aren't hers, that fish tank in't hers. pretty much nothing in the house looks remotely like her stuff (I don't know this, but as soon as I say it it's true). I kick her out via the garage and go to have a soda. I fall awake before I can reach the refrigerator, and chech several times over the course of ten minutes to make sure It's not a false awakening. (If she was a ghost, I didn't realise it in the dream, this is just the most likely explanation aside from a crazy person somehow stealing our garage door opener from outside the house)

Wednesday, September 17, 2008 (between 6:20 and 7:36 A.M.)
Keyword=University After-Hours
Themes= school, vending machines/gumball machines, candy, illness/injury, late for class, dating/asking a girl out
[color=darkgray]I was walkin with a friend into a building on campus. I realised it would be closed, restricted accesss only, but they said they had special priveleges that allowed them into his building after closing. We were looking for something to help with their job (I think the person was female at first, and older, but later became a male of typical student age. They may have been two different people.) They were some sort of investigator for the school, like in a manga. We were looking through the building, whihch was sort iof but not quite almost similar tothe unionm building at my school, and didn't find anything. Eventually, I forgot that the building was supposed to be closed, and started seeing people just hanging out and havin fun, in the area that would have been the bowling alley/arcadee hallway directly below it. There was a large stand with plastic tubs of salsas for sale, and a new guacamole dip that had something insulting printed on it abut the makers of two other brands of salsa. I think they normally, outside of dreams, made sour cream. Also, a row of old gumball machines, with different types of candy. I expected the next section of hallway to be a row of food and toiletry machines, and maybe an aspirin or tylenol machine, but it was entirely toiletries and medications. I was annoyed, because I was hungry and wanted the food that should have been where cough syrup was now. The only food in the machines now was graham crackers coated on one side with something that I suspected was either an acid stabilizer or a laxative. I did not want to finds out the hard way. I continue onward,still looking for who or wahtever the other person was looking for, we met up again just before finding an unconscious girl on the floor of one of the workstations (rather than an enclosed desk, in the dream they were more like miniature offices). We call for an EMT with a bottle of room-tempurature water, who is there in seconds. She starts talking, still not moving, eyes closed, and says that she doesn't need to be awake for hours, not until her next class. I say it's nearly 7:30 PM, she realises she's been asleep for most of the day (and not unconscious liek we originally thought, just a very deep sleeper), and that her next class is in half an hour. Or an hour and a half. WHichever it was, she thought it was a good thing we'd woken her up now. I volunteer to walk her to class, and we have a nice discussion about all sotrts of diferent things, what classes we're taking, that neither of us can stand to walk in the middle of the pathway in the hallway with the cement and plants and glass or open ceiling in the direct sunlight (despite that it should be 7:40 by now, and the sun wouldn't be anywhere near that high, if it was up at all. We're talking, and I really like her, and she doesn't seem to be annoyed with me, and[/color I wake up, and it sounds like someonme is trying to break my bedroom door off its hinges, as though that proves that I'm awake, since me saying "yes" when sombody yells at me to wake up doesn't prove anything.

No keyword
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I had a dream this morning, and actually woke up when it ended, just before a bunch of noise occured (cat clawing at door, mom asking repeatedly if i was awake), so I was able to get at least a few fragments.
-The number 11
-the 3rd spider-girl (the one with the costume that looks like Venom and Punisher had a daughter)
-Superhumans (not exactly super powers, but like some sort of ascended thing, psions or that X-men style show on the WB [Andromeda?] or Heroes. Certainly not superheroes, and probably not supervillains.)

I also had a dream about an infestation of killer spiders, could have been separate, and earlier, and I just thought it had been the day before the previous dream, which seemed to have been partial-lucid since I was all "But that was when I was awake!' and later, "when I was alseep!", or it could have been the same dream, Anyway, there were huge brown-recluse looking spiders, nearly an inch and a half across, but with huge mandiubles almost the size of that fffreakignsspider bear ate onm survivor,man... Still making me sick... arachnophobnic... shudderng so I can hardly type...Anyway, they were coming out of stuff like couche sw and pillows and walls and even out from under carpeting... the opnly thing we (I and several friends who kept being differnent people) could do was go to the lobby of the hotel where everythin was sealed leather and fake marble and polished stone tiling and fight ofddfd the spiderrs there. If you got bit, it didn't go brused and necrotic like a brown recluse bote, it swelled like the flesshy protrusion around one of those fake bullet wounds, but a smaller puncture. We (I and... my wife? my [female] best friend? My [male] best friend's wife?) both were bitten several times, and I couldn't walk because i had beet bitten on the back of the left ankle and my achilles tendon had been broken by the venom and subsequent swelling. A swarm of the spiders, evne largerrt than earleir had broken free of the wall in the cprner of the lobby, and we ccould barely fight them off, and we were getting eaker and... Please, I... don't want ot make myself remember the rest, I'm dry heavign and shuddering uncontrollably as it is... I... we.... Idon't thinkl we survved.

I wanted to remember the otherdream... the other dream was cool... I didn't want. this one...

Saturday, Sept. 20, about 1:00 A.M.
Keyword: Had Almost-WILD (Incomplete)
Was falling asleep, thinking, a scene was becoming more and more solid in my mind (a row of old-fashioned storefronts), eventally, after less than a couple of minutes of the same scene but more than a few minutes of random daydreaming, the scene was almost completely solid, in 3-d, and my arms were in front of me, attempting to reach the more than 30 feet to the stores (or the feet to the model buildings), and I suddenly went: But my arms are at my sides! One of them fell asleep under my neck! And about 2/3-3/4 of the way through that, my arms started spasming, then my legs, and the scene disappeared in the seconds it took me to regain control of my limbs.

Sunday, September 21, 2008 (morning, up to about 6:20-6:35)
Keyword: Best Birthday Ever

Spoiler for explicit sexual content:

Themes: Groceries, shellfish, half-cousin (anonymous), Deathnote (L), Birthday, cake, sex, tan faux-leather recliner, obnoxious cartoons, pokemon,
(Semicontrolled lucidity starts a within a few seconds of the beginning of thedream, and slowly fades until I’m barely lucid enough to wake up. I have had other sex-themed dreams since starting the journal, but most of them could be toned down without altering what happened in the dream.) I’m at the grocery store, and had been sent to buy fish, or shellfish. I check the crab legs, they art decent quality. Fresh-cooked, not chilled, which is odd. There is a lot of barbecue stuff, sauces and Coleman Foreman grills and charcoal. It is late in the year, mid to late fall, maybe October, so they are out of place. I’m going home, on the street outside my house (viewing this in 3rd-person view from a fixed but rotary viewpoint at the end of the street), getting the mail from our mailbox across the street. I am inside, it’s not my house inside, curled up in a pleather armchair with my half-cousin watching television. She’s about a year older than me, and the chair looks like it was made from the same material as the deerskin-looking boots on the sim I had modded into existence earlier that day, before going to sleep (Tananda from Robert Aspirin’s Myth Adventures series. The earlier books, before she was completely green.) It’s someone’s birthday, which is why there are people there who otherwise wouldn’t be. She’s now half-naked, snuggling closer and rubbing against me. I’m getting an erection, which presses between the top of her thighs, as she is both wearing jeans and laying face-up on top of me in the chair. I begin massaging her, and she has seemingly arbitrary negative and positive reactions. Eventually, someone who looks exactly like L/Ryuzaki from Deathnote pops up to the right of us, says “not there!” (reminding me of those stupid flash games where you click randomly until either the setting is destroyed or the girl has stripped down to a bikini), and takes a piece of cake from the pizza in a box on the formerly empty table. It was chocolate, with white frosting, two layers. I found this (why he sliced the cake when there was nothing but pizza from which to cut it) odd, but was preoccupied by 1.a manga character popping up next to me and stealing a piece of cake, and 2. The now fully naked girl laying on top of me. I begin massaging her breasts again, rubbing down across her stomach, thighs, and crotch. My… penis is… out… and now completely between the tops of her thighs. She’s rubbing… grinding, against me… she’s getting close to climax, someone walks in the door and she’s behind the chair and I’m completely contained by my clothing, and it turns out I am the person the birthday party is for. There are two kids now on the television, which had been on the entire time but blurred, with the sound off. One says they should attack the others with SuperSoakers, the other summpons a pokemon- a Bulbasaur or a Bulbamander (bulbasaur/charmander cross), and the other summons a Squirtle. By now, the scene on the television is in 3-d, the sort of hologram you get when the 3-d on a movie doesn’t quite sync with the distance between your eyes, and the pokemon are fighting independently of their trainers. One of the trainers says, “I know! Let’s throw pokeballs at them!” They pull miniaturized pokeballs out, of their packs/belts, expand them, and jump from in front of the television to go to the other room. This is getting so stupid I not only can’t see straight, I can’t stay asleep. I wake up.

Note: The reason for the birthday theme was probably reading Robert Aspirin’s Myth-chief, which has a Cake ceremony similar to a Klahdish (and human) birthday party. I seem to have overdosed on MythAdventure stuff lately.

Monday, September 22, 2008 (morning, before maybe 6:30 or 7:40)
Keyword: Missing Person, Pt. 1
Themes: Girl, friend, picnic (late-night), fireworks, cat, stupid pet tricks (cat), stupid lighter tricks, hotel/fancy apartment building, elevator, missing person
This dream journal entry was based on a forgotten dream this morning that I pieced together using bits of information I remembered writing down the next dream.
A storm had just ended, and I am having a late-night picnic to watch the fireworks testing fields with one of my small group of best friends in the dream, a girl I really like, though I think I hadn’t fully realized it yet, thinking I just really liked her as a friend, despite that we usually ended up doing stuff like this, in what would otherwise be settings for a date, without the others. Her cat, a fluffy but not longhaired white cat, traps himself in her laundry bag, one of those cheap mesh bags you might see at a pool. I move to release him, but she said she had taught him a new trick. She gave him a sort of clicking auditory signal, and he squirmed around until he had a lighter held in both paws, facing the side of the bag. He clawed at the lighter a few times until it caught, and simply hopped out of the hole in the bag the lighter flame made. She took a lit cigarette from the bag and ground it out on the low, wide cement barrier we were sitting on, saying he always lights at least one doing this trick. The fireworks testing had just started, and it was really cool. When it was over, I helped her clean up, then went back to my own place, either a permanent hotel room or a re-hea-heally fancy apartment building. I mess around with the elevator for awhile, going between the ground and fourth floors (of the four aboveground floors in the building, I was on the 3rd, since the first floor was also the ground floor and lobby) and jumping in and out of the elevator. When I got back to my flat/suite/whatever, I realized I had left something back where we had been earlier. Some of her stuff was still there, I figured maybe she had gone to get a new laundry bag or something, or was taking two trips. I wasn’t worried because although it seemed urban and industrial in this area, it was actually a really, really, really small town, maybe a few hundred people, but as I waited longer and longer, I started to get worried. I was woken by my cat clawing at the door until it opened, then jumping on my stomach, so I didn’t remember enough of this dream to write down until after the second dream.

September 22, 2008 (ended sometime just before 10:30 A.M.)
Keyword: Missing Person, Pt. 2
Themes: Girl from previous dream(s), searching (lost person) imaginary animals, fake animals, exotic pets, stupid pet tricks (cat), stupid lighter tricks, café, friends (not F-R-I-E-N-D-S), amphibious Black Beast of Aaaugh leviathan sort of thing, Johnny Depp movies (nonexistent), video games (possibly nonexistent)
The girl is still missing. I run off to look for her, despite that everyone thinks she’s dead, but won’t admit it to either me or themselves, all using some form of the word unconscious. When I start at the place she had last been seen, where we had had the picnic last night, someone, I think my little sister, had been eating cereal from several bowls, as well as a half-finished breakfast platter sort of thing, I was angry. I don’t find her, yet, but I do find her cat.He’s tangled in her laundry bag on the manhole cover over a storm drain a block and a half away. I give him the signal to do his escape-from-the-bag trick, where he lights a Bic or plastic Zippo lighter and uses it to melt his way out of the bag. Inevitably, as the time she showed me this trick, he ends up causing a cigarette to start smoldering, which keep turning up in the laundry bag despite the fact that she doesn’t smoke (or if she did, it was some sof secret, but she never smelled of smoke, so it may have been another trick she taught the cat after it learned how to use a lighter. He was covered in mud that had seeped through the bag, left over from the storm last night. We pass like a dozen doughnut shops and cafes before we get to my boss’s café, and I know she would have told me, in less serious circumstances, to go back and walk that cat through the door of every other establishment on this street that serves coffee. I explain that I can’t keep him at my hotel room/apartment, because of the no-pets rule, so if one of them could just watch the cat until we find the girl, that would be great. My boss, surprisingly, volunteers, despite that she normally doesn’t allow animals into her home. I continue back up the way from the storm drain where I found the cat, and sidestep two guard cougars, a squirtjelly (looks like a really fat, bald woodchuck made of gelatin that spits a dollop of water at people when it gets mad), and two or three mistbirds/sprinklerbirds that had been watering the lawn but were now hovering over the sidewalk. I kind of thought this was a dream, but I didn’t think I could feel this strongly about a dream character so I convinced myself it was real and walked onward. I think by that time I had realized I was in love with her, I had been but a long time but never realized it. I meet up with another guy from the café at the pond, which is just a quarry filled with water, about fifteen feet down from the edge after a storm like that. Two other guys, one of whom fancied the missing girl, rode by on bikes to look for her north of the residential area, at either the woods or the dirt plains, I don’t know which. The guy I had met up with at the gravel pit had lost his appetite about a plate of ribs, so we started tossing bits of them in because someone had mentioned a particular sort of trout or bass or something that might, for some now unknown reason, be important. Big fish start coming to the surface, they looked kind of fake and kind of ugly, like those lunkhead looking blue fish in Endless Ocean, and then bigger fish surfaced that looked really fake and really ugly, and started eating the bits of rib meat, at least one even enveloping a smaller fish’s heat to get at the bit it had caught in its lips (could not bite through the skin, at least the larger fish seemed to be a movie prop). I noticed that there are now a lot more eyes than there are fish, and that the water has developed a sort of fleshy quality… I ask the other guy if those are pork ribs. “Yeah,” he says. I yell “Johnny Depp’s last (as in most recent) movie! Run!” Another guy had just arrived and asked what I was yelling about. Suddenly, the guy with the plate of ribs realised what it was, explained it was the creature from the game [Little?] People, and to run, in the same direction I’m already running, as fast as they can. I’m still running, and I begin to wake up, devastated that, even though I am now awake, I hadn’t been able to save her.

September 23, 2008 (up to 4:50 A.M.)
Keyword: Psycho Costumer
Themes: horror movies (slasher films), costumes, murder/psycho, dog (pug, creepy)
“Hand me that chainsaw, so I can be a homicidal maniac.” She was showing me a collection of stuff for Halloween and various costume parties. I forget who exactly she was, but she was certainly spooky, though in her demeanor and pranks more than her inherent thin, mouse-haired looks. I was currently being shown the knife-wielding maniac collection, which also had a fake chainsaw with a smooth plastic chain and a realistic gas-motor sound effect. It was surprising when she came at me in a bloody Jason mask; even more so when a convincing simulacrum had been placed in a different direction, just at the edge of peripheral vision. My heart nearly gave out before I realized the figure had a ¾ sized chainsaw, light brown hair, and was 4’11 wearing a dress. That was not funny. Later, as she was explaining the ten rules of a Jason Voorhees impression (also useful for generic knife-slashers), I found a spring-loaded horror scarecrow and jumped back to trip over the ugliest, ghostliest miniature bulldog I had ever seen. I had not been aware that there was a dog in the house, and when I asked, she used a surprisingly skillful combination of avoidance and implied denial that actually had me believing this was the neighbor’s dog, which had broken in and was ready to chew us up into tiny, dog-food sized pieces. He wasn’t. Someday, a real rabid dog or killer psycho will break in during a costume effects showing, and everyone will think her reaction is too over-the-top to be real. There was more, both before and after the segment here, but I don’t recall much of it, not even enough to write down some definite details.