Thread: Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

I've been missing from the forums due to traveling around the country for the past several months.

Anyway, here's a dream I had last night:

I'm sitting with my old roommate outside of what appears to be a bar of some sort. We're talking and she starts telling me about this area where she found the most amazing houses. Suddenly, we are swooping through the air and hovering over this landscape of houses... the walls are made of glass and inside there are stair cases that wind up and down in the oddest sort of manner. Each level has a large plank of wood where each story is, and they keep on winding up like that for damn near 15 stories.

Then I'm slipping out of the landscape and sitting in a row of friends up against a brick wall. I stand up and admire the yellow dress I'm wearing. It has pink cherries on it. In retrospect, I would have never worn the thing out of a dream. At any rate, I end up finding an almost see-through scarf with the same print. I'm wondering where it came from.

I'm walking down the street and see an old friend from high school who seems to have aged an eternity. She's pushing a child down the street and invites me for tea.

I'm standing inside of a gigantic grocery store. I realize that more than anything at that given moment I wanted something sweet to eat. I began rummaging through my pockets only to find that I had no money. I then proceeded to walk about the store pocketing sweet things and munching on them. After I was done, I walked through the check out line and straight out the door. I was followed by two checkers who were roughly my age.

"Excuse me," one of the checkers approached me, he had brown hair and was wearing a red shirt with a white name tag. "Your total is going to be $9.83... Were you planning on paying it?"
"Of course I was," I replied, "I only just remembered that I forgot my wallet in my car..."
"Oh, wonderful," he said, "have a good night."

I then went back into the store, munched on some soft caramel candy and walked out of the store.

I found my friend waiting for me at a gas station.

"Hey, you know there's a meteor shower tonight," I told him.
"Oh yeah?" He asked excitedly, "great - where do you want to watch it?"

I pondered this for a while and we decided that we should walk around looking for a place to watch the meteor shower. We ended up roaming from store front to store front, deeming each place an unworthy spot to view a meteor shower. As we meandered from place to place we ended up gathering a following of kids who also wanted to watch the meteor shower, and they wanted to get drunk before they did.

We met a punk girl who took all of us to a squat house. We lay our sleeping bags down on a grungy hardwood floor and proceeded to go outside to watch the meteor shower. The two of us, alone now, were wandering through some strange city watching the most beautiful trails and lights appear in the sky.

There was one that was a giant ball of light that seemed to fall straight down the sky and do a spiral, exploding in blue light and changing back into the white ball of light until it finally faded out of existence. At one point we watched a space ship fall from the sky.

For some reason we were under the impression that there was a space ship leaving earth that would take only one person to explore the universe. We had to decide who it was going to be.

We ended up meeting this very old woman in her 90's who played with dolls and dressed them up like fairies. She lived in her own little world and played with little girl toys. We deemed her the most worthy to get on the space ship. She cried and thanked us. We watched her board the ship, carrying a fairie doll in her hand.

I'm with several of my good friends and I am driving us up a familiar street in my hometown. I suddenly realize that I am incredibly drunk and have lost the ability to drive. I pull the car over and breathe heavily that I would greatly appreciate it if someone else could take over at the wheel. One friend of mine volunteers, whom I must say, I didn't quite trust behind the wheel of my car - nonetheless I let him climb into the drivers seat.

Immediately he starts taking us through all sorts of alley ways and secret passages that I didn't know were there. The houses would stretch and heave every time he made a swerve to get between them. It was somewhat like the Knight Bus out of Harry Potter.

After some time we arrive to a bustling city where everyone is dressed like they're stuck in the 1930's. There are beautiful pin-up girls running a muck all over the place, while old-school gangsta's puffed cigars while sauntering and swaggering beneath neon signs and glowing marquees.

My old room mate wanted me to see some old house, apparently we were in Chicago.. although this didn't look like the real Chicago in the least. We had left the city and were driving through what looked like Iowa which looked the same as Nebraska which looked the same as most of Illinois and Indiana and Pennsylvania - and even parts of New York. That is corn.

As we were driving down some podunk road through fields of corn, I saw an overwhelmingly large tower. This was something along the lines of a Tim Burton creation. It was quite large at the base and seemed to spiral upward and then droop sullenly at the top. It had large rings of colors - purples, reds, yellows, and greens that made their way all the way up to the top. The stripes were bigger at the base and got smaller as they got upward in the tower. This looked incredibly gloomy, creepy, and like some haunted tower in some surrealistic painting that not even Dali' would think of. (Maybe he would, I didn't know the guy)

We all arrived to some house in the middle of the cornfield, a little ways down from the tower. I tumbled out of the car with everyone else and we walked to the second story where we found an old fashioned, well-furnished apartment. For some reason or another, or perhaps no reason at all, everyone else had to leave me there for the time being where they said they would return for me in some time. I was perfectly okay with this and bade them farewell as they took off in my car.

I was alone in the room, and rummaged through my bag for my camera. I began taking snap shots of the things in the room. I approached the window and looked outside, viewing the tower leering ominously in the distance. I snapped a picture. A dog began frantically barking outside, and I went towards the door to see what all the ruccus was. A huge black dog was foaming at the mouth and clawing away at the screen door to the apartment. I stood trying to fight it off and hurriedly slammed the door shut. I jumped out the window to make my escape and headed toward the tower.

I remember feeling so tiny as I stood before this monster of a structure. I pressed a button on the outside of it and a door opened.

Inside I was blinded by white light. I let my eyes adjust and peered inside for a better look. Everything inside was white, there were computer screens and high tech gadgets everywhere. I stepped inside.

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I'm walking with this girl down a windy path. It's winter and there is snow all around us. All of the trees are barren besides the bits of snow that cling to their lifeless branches.

I don't know this girl in real life. She was a very beautiful dream character, in her early twenties with long blonde hair that cascaded down her back and clung to a light blue sweater she was wearing.

I remember remarking to her that I was incredibly cold due to the snow and the fact that I was only wearing a light sweatshirt. "We're almost there," she replied when I said this.

We came upon the opening of a cave. The mouth of it was almost like a sliver jutting out horizontally from this massive rock. A stone sculpture of a hand reached out from the opening toward us.

As we entered the cave we came to a fully furnished living area. Apparently anarchists had some sort of gathering place here. When I went to leave the cave, I stumbled out into the streets of Chicago. The place I had just left was equipped with a door and everything - there was no cave at all.

I entered again and came to an incredibly nice room with leather sofa's and antique looking tabletops. The people who had been in the cave were now lounging about this room intently discussing politics.

I remember staring at a bulletin board for an incredibly long amount of time. People had pinned patches to it... I rummaged through my pockets and pulled out a patch and pinned it to the bulletin board.

I'm walking in a field with Donald and my dog, Daisy. We're heading to my new home. The field is fast and there are a lot of hills. We approach an area that has a small fence with many openings, and beyond that the hillside is covered in these different colored furry creatures that somewhat resemble deer. I'm staring at one that is a vibrant red color and has big black eyes. It's incredibly cute and I want to run and pet it. "What are those?" I turn and ask Donald.
"Those are lemmings," he states in a very matter-of-fact way, "don't get too close to them. They're very dangerous."
"They don't look very dangerous at all," I say in return.

I slowly wander towards the animal clutching my dogs leash very tight. I get really close to the animal and it suddenly starts morphing into a very long and fuzzy snake. It gets vicious and wild and starts trying to bite me. I run and it turns back into a deer-creature and gets close and tries to bite me again.
"Daisy, HUSH," I cry and she attacks the snake. It turns into a dead dear-creature and looks very morbid under the bright sun light.

"I told you to stay away from them," Donald says, "they morph into snakes and they'll hurt you really bad."

We got to my house which apparently is a one bedroom log cabin on the top of a hill. Someone had been going through my house and I was very uneasy about sleeping my bed after who-knows-who had been in it. We waited until several of my friends and dream characters came to help us.

We carried the bed to a lake and brought different containers filled with paint. We were swimming around in the lake painting my bed blue. I fell under the notion that it would be a colossal idea if I were to paint my own skin. I started slowly painting my legs blue and purple and got very carried away and excited about this. We all began to paint our surroundings different colors. The paint we had also came in patterns and different colors. There was pink and white checker paint which I painted a tree, we painted the grass, the water, and everything around us. I had a lot of fun.

Next, I'm with my friend in my house. I want to take a shower and ask her if she wants to try some of my leave in conditioner. I'm not sure if it is hers or mine so I give it to her. Her blonde hair turned bright orange and I felt really bad so I dyed my blonde hair bright orange as well.

Next, I'm in a sandwich shop or something. It's a hippie shop of sorts and it smells like a thick layer of incense has been pasted over the place, mingled with sage and patchouli. I hate patchouli but I really wanted a sandwich. I stole one from a top shelf somewhere. I then noticed they had jars of coffee lining the walls. I really wanted some coffee and I realized the kind I wanted was 600 dollars a scoop. It had bits of chocolate and marshmallows in it, so I filled up a jar and put a thin layer of cheap coffee over it as to fool the cashier.

I then decided that I was going to go see the new Harry Potter movie. I walked through this gigantic theater and was trying to find the theater that my friends were in. I walked into this one theater and Harry Potter himself was standing there and offered me a seat. The movie never played and so I wandered off out of the theater.

I found myself back in the sandwich shop. I found a really huge underground tunnel that was made of steel. I wandered through this for a very long time until I came to what was a factory of sorts. I climbed upwards out of it and found myself on a plank of wood in the middle of the ocean. I waited a while until a pirate ship began approaching me at rapid speed. Aboard the ship were all of my friends, and my mom was there too. I got on board the ship and we sailed to my moms house.

My moms house was slightly different than it was in real life. My mom is producing a movie, but it's not harry potter. Apparently she was producing the new Harry Potter movie and had a birthday card from Harry Potter sitting out on the coffee table. I remember studying this for a while and looking at the picture of Hogwarts on the front of the card.

I'm such a nerd.

I'm in a womans house. I appear to be in San Francisco, although I'm not entirely sure. She doesn't seem to want me to stay with her but due to no other options I have to for some reason.

I venture out into the back yard and there is a pool hovering over a lake. I jump from the pool and into the lake and begin swimming. I meet a boy and girl who want to show me a really epic water slide. I like water slides so I tag along. We all decide to go together, but once we're on the slide we realize there is no water and we just slide down.

After I get off the slide I meet this rather large group of people who are all boarding a space ship and invite me to come. I couldn't pass up an opportunity like this so I boarded the ship. Next thing I remember we were crashing in a sandy valley. There were cliffs made out of sand, and just about everything was sand. We passed a space ship that looked like this

except that it was red.

Apparently we had landed on some ancient Mayan site because we found all these carved stone tablets depicting the end of the world at 2012. We knew we had to let humanity know what we had found, and we also wanted to be rescued.

We spent a really long time trying to contact the humans, and finally we made contact with some douche bag on CNN (I say douche bag because he works for CNN). He sent out a team of people to rescue us and we came back heroes.

I'm walking through a really nice neighborhood to meet some friends. I am standing in front of a really beautiful old victorian home that has several towers leering up at me that seem to almost hit the clouds.

Several people come out of the house, all my age - none of whom I know in real life. They invite me to come stay with them. They show me around to where they live and take me around back through all these dilapidated fences and into little studio apartments. They take me up to one of the towers and I put my things down in a well furnished, cozy room with a window overlooking the neighborhood.

In the morning, a boy comes up and asked if I had been robbed to which I reply I hadn't. The entire rest of the house had been torn to shreds and everyone else had had their rooms ransacked. Mine was in perfect condition, and we all agreed that the robber must have overlooked my room due to the fact that it was hidden so well.

Later, I went out with a friend and we didn't have our ID's on us - we wanted to go to bars. Every time we were walking out side cops would stop and harass us. At one point we went back to our house to retrieve our ID's and I remember looking through a box where I had all of my friends ID's. I was looking them over and wondering why I had them.

I ended up in a bar with my mom and she wanted me to try some coffee drink that was three layers with foam on top that never melted. She wanted me to come see Billy Idol with us. Tickets were 70 bucks so no one else could afford to go.

End.

I'm in a room with Donald - someone is letting us stay there. It's a relatively nice room with a huge bed and everything is plush and cozy. There's a sliding glass door that I exit out of and go stand on a covered patio that is in the middle of the house. I hear some people crying out with french accents to let them out of a room they are trapped in. For some reason I decide not to help them. I open a random door which leads me back to the room Donald is in.

A pastor of some sort lives at the house and wants us to go to his sermon. Apparently I'm related to him.

We get to his sermon and there's a huge stage divided in two - on the left there's a huge banner that says good, the right one that says evil. Beneath a giant curtain are two small holes that look like you can climb into them from under the signs.

For some reason I think it's a good idea to climb beneath a table. There's another girl there along with a bunch of cats. I notice one cat seems to have my ID card in its mouth and I go to take it out. "No," the girl shouts.
"What? The cat has my ID," I reply.
"The cat has severed it's tongue with your ID," she cried out at me, her eyes wild.

I carry the cat over to the pastor dude and try to get some answers. He removes my ID from its mouth and hands it to me. Then he walks slowly to the stage holding the cat and pushes it down the hole beneath the "Evil" sign.

Next, we have to all go pick a hole to climb into. I pick "Good" and enter the hole.

I'm on a giant roller coaster except it's more like a slide. It's definitely more like a roller coaster than a slide, but it lacks seats and instead really is a giant slide. It was blue. I fell off at the top of one of the really huge mounds and gently drifted to the ground.

Everyone who had been in the sermon thing was all standing around. It appeared we needed to find a place for all of us to sleep for the night.

We found a huge room filled with beds. I picked out the crappiest bed there and got the crappiest blanket. For some reason I was in a really bad mood. I remember thinking, "fuck my life," and then a little later when a gay guy approached me I simply said, "not right now, my life is hell."

They were serving chicken and kept bugging me to eat some food. I kept trying to explain that I'm a vegetarian. I decided to leave and find some food for myself because I was very hungry.

I ended up in some 24 hour dingy Thai resteraunt. There were humming neon signs everywhere and I soon found myself busy trying to explain I was a vegetarian in thai. The old woman behind the counter got that and then I began by saying, "dorn gon ca," signaling that I wanted my food spicy. As she finished my order I placed my hands together and said, "sawadee ca" and walked off. I ended up walking past a "no customers allowed" sign, and found their fridge. Inside I found all kinds of ice cream bars that looked delicious. I found a hello kitty ice cream bar and I really wanted it so I decided to take it and run.

Next, I've somehow teleported to my friends room. I'm looking at all of her stuff - this isn't a room I've ever been in before. I find these three huge glass beads that are shaped like feathers. I really like this purple one that she has. I think about asking her for it but instead hand it to her and tell her to make something beautiful from it.

I waited far too long to write this dream down - I had it the day before yesterday. The whole thing was really eerie and slow.

For some reason, I find it incredibly funny that the pastor stuffed the cat down the evil hole.

Maybe you need to beware of someone stealing your identity? Not trying to make you paranoid or anything... just saying. I think it's cool you like manual typewriters. When I was in high school in the 90's, we had a computer, which my dad refused to use for word processing. Instead, he used a typewriter. I can still hear him banging on the keys, waking me up from naps. KLACK KLACK KLACK ka-CHING

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Yeah, that is pretty funny that he stuffed the cat down the evil hole. It was a really mangy old cat that was spewing blood so I suppose it makes sense in a really messed up kind of way.

And yeah, typewriters are incredible and amazing. I write most of my dreams up on a typewriter after I type them up here, or sometimes the other way around. I always end up writing my dreams down twice though.

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Behold! A dream!

So, I had a relatively odd dream last night. It was odd in a different manner than most of my dreams, because a lot of my dreams are just downright wrong. It can't be helped when you're a super genius.

So, I was laying in my bed and I turn to my boyfriend who had asked me to open the window. My dog, Daisy, was sitting there next to the window and I was about to go to sleep. (I am dreaming, of course)
"Hey, what if she jumps out the window?" I asked.
"Well, I wouldn't go get her, you'd have to do it."
"Oh," I replied and went to sleep.

[[[[[Now, the damndest thing happened after I woke up this morning. My mom's dog had jumped out my window and ran down the street. I'm talking about, not dreaming, really happened when it's never happened before. I foresaw it or something.]]]]]]]

I dreamt a lot of kind of fucked up stuff, including digging my best friends grave in my hall closet. That was kind of weird. We coated it in stones and I couldn't believe that she was dead, so I left everyone digging the grave to go out and look for her.

I found her in a house and she said she was going to be a teacher. Since I was there I should be a teacher too, so we wrote both of our names on a white board and people kept coming and putting their names on the whiteboard under ours to sign up for our classes. I had all these people gathered in front of me and they kept asking me what the class was. I remember spewing a bunch of philosophy and politics and started going off on Nietche, Bakunin, Kropotkin, Sartre and Emma Goldman. It was kind of weird.

Then I started spinning for some reason and remembered that I was dreaming.
All of these people were gathered around a red ball that was floating in the air and spinning with writing on it. We were in a bedroom. Instead of looking at the ball I started yelling at them, "hey guys I'm dreaming, look at what I can do! Can you guys do this?"

I started jumping on the bed and pushing my hand through the ceiling and making all kinds of weird green shiney patterns slither across the ceiling.

Then I woke up.

So, I'm with D and we are sitting in my car, apparently back on the road. We're with the dog, Daisy and we're both incredibly hungry. I'm guessing we're somewhere in Nevada because we roll up to the kind of place you only find in Nevada. It's a casino/resteraunt/resort type of place. D goes inside and comes out saying our food will be ready first.

I realize I have to go to the bathroom really bad, so I get out of the car and start walking inside. It's when I get inside that I realize I'm not really wearing any clothes except this long black jacket that has no buttons. There are these two women standing behind a counter wearing matching blue shirts that both want to see my ID. I start rummaging through my purse while trying to explain that I need to go to the bathroom. This whole ordeal seemed to take a long time, because I ended up turning my purse inside out several times until I finally found it. Once I showed them my ID they waved me through and turned me loose into some sort of redneck freakshow.

I remember seeing people that were familiar to me, family members, people I knew really well... I'd go up to them and say "hey, how are you?" and they wouldn't look at me, they'd just keep on walking and act like I wasn't there. This made me feel pretty bad.

I proceeded to walk down this hallway and follow a sign that said "restrooms" with an arrow pointing in the direction I was walking. This led me straight outside the back, but then I realized that there were a whole bunch of other buildings set up to this one... it was strange.

I crossed a path and went through this burger joint. There was a black guy with dreads sitting behind the counter listening to a song that I knew all the words to that escapes me at the moment. I remember standing there with this sense of deja vu filling me from the inside out until I felt as if I had definitely been here before... I thought to myself in the dream, that I had dreamed of this place once.I can't believe I didn't become lucid. The man behind the counter never looked up at me and I kept on walking.

Upon exiting the burger shop, Daisy came running toward me wildly. She was extremely happy to see me and I scolded her for running away like that, through the casino place all by her lonesome.

Suddenly, D came peeling up in the car and stopped abruptly motioning me to get in. I did just that, and just as Daisy was about to get in these two men came and did something with the car that made it go really fast in reverse. We were going really fast down a big hill and I was screaming at D to stop the car so we could get Daisy.

Finally he put on the emergency break and the car stopped so we were able to get Daisy. We walked around this strange place for some time, breaking in walls trying to find a way out.

I'm with my ex boyfriend, we're in a very small house. Outside looks almost like a marsh land, the moon is out and there is a small creek running through tall grass. There are so many fire flies that I can't tell them apart from the stars.

He decided that he wanted to cover up his tattoo's and he wanted me to tattoo him. I ended up doing a huge fairy sitting on his back and implanted feathers in the wings. Then, on his arm I did this giant fairy standing with all these different colors swirling together.

I decided I was going to build up my piercing portfolio... apparently the tattoo shop I want to work at is attached to the house I am in. I walk inside the shop and all the employee's are there and are admiring the tattoo I did. I wander off to the creek and am stumbling through darkness. A lot of friends and family members come and ask me if I want anything to eat, and they tell me I have to get it myself because they won't make anything vegetarian. I tell them that I don't mind, I just want a forty. Somehow, a forty appears and I walk down by the creek to drink it.

When I get to the creek I have a really hard time sitting down correctly. I'm sort of slipping in and out of the muddy grass, but I'm trying desperately not to get mud on me. My ex comes and sits with me and I tell him I have to leave and he stays there.

I go inside a different house... I walk outside and sit on the porch and some guy who apparently is a math tutor comes up to me and starts talking in gibberish about math. I see a car pull up and inside is my best friend from years ago. I've been thinking about her a lot lately because I haven't seen her since her dad was murdered - her and her family kind of disappeared. As she got out of the car I ran to her and she seemed to not quite recognize me. Finally she starts to remember who I am and we wander off away from her family (her dad was there too).

We go and sit in my room and start peeking inside of this giant box that has appeared in my room. There are strange movies playing inside and we keep talking together about how life is better when you close your eyes and open them for small instants, like taking pictures of life because it's always better through the image. I haven't seen her in so long and I think it's so crazy that she's showed up at my house. She starts talking about an old friend we used to hang out with and I remember that he died a few years ago of cancer when he was 21. I tell her this and she cries in my arms.

I'm with someone very important to me. We're walking down some dark alley, when our mutual friend appears. He tells us that the world is ending soon and we're all going to die. Apparently he has an airplane in dream land, because he wants us to get on his airplane with him, which of course, we do.

We're flying pretty high in the sky when out of nowhere he begins dive bombing straight to the ground.
"We're all gonna die," he says, "it may as well be now."
I was sitting in the front seat watching the ground get nearer and nearer. None of us said anything, we simply sat and watched, waiting for death to envelope us.

Death never came last night. My dear friend pulled the plane out of the dive right as we would have smashed into the ground.
"Then again," he added, "we may still have a shot at life."
I dreamt we visited a hospital where everyone had to get these weird shots, and I didn't want any.
We flew away in the plane and ended up wandering streets in some random town.
An old woman peered from behind a cracked door at us and immediately insisted we come inside, ushering us towards her couch.
The woman was very old, maybe in her 80's. She looked ancient and seemed to be of south east asian descent, possibly thai or lao.
When she frowned it seemed that the creases in her face grew exponentially deeper and when she smiled her wrinkles seemed to stretch and laugh with the rest of her face.
She handed me a cell phone and was trying to speak in broken english to me. I was going through these contacts in her phone trying to piece together the puzzle she wanted me to figure out.

I finally did and was rather disappointed. She wanted me to go hang out with the members of Queen with her that had apparently regrouped into some other band. I shook my head and exited the entrance.

Last night was the first dream I became lucid because I remembered to do a reality check.

I was walking up this giant swooping hill with one of my best friends who is about to get married. I remember us just talking about it for a while...

We got to the bottom of the hill and I thought things seemed kind of unreal. I put my finger through the palm of my hand and reminded myself to stay calm. I smiled and jumped slightly and hovered on the ground for a moment. I told myself that I was dreaming and could fly if I wanted to. I spread my arms out around me and began to slowly hover up into the air. I kicked and catapulted myself upward and began spinning.

I rose high in the air and swept across vast dreamscapes. I spent a long time flying until I came to the ocean. I saw a bicycle perched upon a cliff pointed towards the sea. I came down to it and realized it was my bike. I started pedaling into the sky until I pointed it downward. I started exploring the ocean on my bike and saw the most beautiful jelly fish. I got off the bike for a while to dance with them.

It's funny, this was one of my most beautiful dreams yet I don't have the words to describe it.

I'm on some sort of tower that's looming up over a giant crowd of people. There's some sort of political thing going on. Some asshole just won ruler of the world and I'm pretty pissed about it. I'm gathered on this tower with all these people that are the opposition to what's going on.

We decide to make tee shirts which I find ridiculous. I'm talking to some people who are on a "Politico-Trek" where they travel around the world protesting through some program. I also find this ridiculous.

I'm driving in my car, it's full of stuff.. I think I am moving. I am driving on this cram packed two lane highway and am scared passing all these huge trucks. I move over to the other side of the freeway and am even more scared because now all the cars are coming directly at me and I have to swerve not to hit any of them. My dog is on the roof of the car and begins jumping from car to car until she jumps passed some train tracks and over a hill. I follow her there and pack the car.

Now I'm parked in some strange cave-like landscape. There's a woman I'm meeting there and she wants to see how I'm doing. I introduce her to the dog, but then I run away with her and my friend.

I know there's an important piece of information missing from this dream, but so it goes.

Undersea bike rides? Awesome! I've been excited to have another underwater dream ever since I say that new movie, Ponyo.

Haha, Ponyo was amazing! I love Miyazaki's movies.

I dreamt that I had died last night.

I don't exactly remember how it was that I died, but I was standing in my living room and my skin seemed to be fading away. I walked into the next room and my mother was hunched over my body.

"Mom, I think I'm dead," I said. She was astonished that she could hear me. All of my friends came over and they could all hear me but could not see me. I had become a ghost. I could pick up objects but could not touch another persons skin. The only living being that could see me was my dog.

My mom wanted me to help her to decorate the room my funeral was to be held in. She was tearing down posters from the walls and putting up ones that I liked. A boat was brought into the middle of the room and all my friends came in dressed like pilgrims and sat in the boat. It was quite strange.

My boyfriend was kissing another girl much later on, time seemed to be moving very fast in this state of being dead. I yelled at him and he stopped.

This is especially strange - I tried to do several reality checks that all seemed to convince me that I was not dreaming but in fact had died. I tried putting my finger through my hand and it occurred to me that I had no real biochemical form as a ghost and wouldn't work. I tried holding my breath, but that I realized was also useless. I tried critically thinking about how I had gotten there, and other than forgetting how I had died it all seemed to make perfect sense.

A while later I decided to walk into a grocery store. As I walked in, I could see one of those television sets that monitors as people come in. I could see an opaque outline of my body and started shouting wildly for everyone to come and see if they could see me too. Everyone that looked could see me in the screen.

A while later I'm in the car with my dog and good friend. I'm still invisible but he knows I'm in the car. The world around us disappeared and all of the sudden he could see me. We were on this road that was leading into the sky. There was a three pronged fork in the road with signs that said "heaven," "hell," and "other."

"Other!" I yelled loudly.
"No shit," he replied.

We chose the road marked other. I woke up and had the strangest thought. I wondered if maybe I had died and the road marked "other" had simply brought me back into waking life, and that entire experience was marked in the form of a dream.

A man named Sage Francis once said, "You're scared to death of dying, and that thought there is probably killing you."

I woke up less afraid of death. During the dream I completely came to terms with being dead. In fact, I was okay with it.

I'm at a friends party of sorts. We're in a back yard and we're playing a game. I don't understand the game we're playing, yet everyone else seems to.

"Hey, let's go to the Boardwalk!" the host cries out excitedly.
We all walk to the bus station and I see everyone's about to get on the bus so I get on. The doors slam and everyone is laughing outside and walking towards the house. There is no room on the bus and I fell in between the door and a seat with an old man snoring loudly. The door opened and I almost fell out. I didn't and the door closed again.
"Fuck my life," I said loudly. There was silence as everyone in the bus turned to look at me. The bus driver pulled over and told me to get out. I walked back to the party.

"What the hell?" I said as I approached the group of giggling girls.
"Oh cool, you made it back. We decided not to go."

Everyone went back inside and I was left standing in the back yard. I was standing around and suddenly realized I understood the game they were playing. It was something like you were given three choices to a situation and you had to pick one according to who you are. I thought it was stupid.

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The dream changes here.

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I'm upset about something and I'm walking down a pier. There are two docks I can walk down. One says hot and the other cold. I walk down the one marked cold.

There are these booths that look like tanning booths but are filled up with water. There are 1950's dressed robotic women tanning in the tubs of water, and the whole place is themed to winter. There are television screens airing in black and white, talking about the ideal vacation spot for the 1950's woman. All of the robots are talking happily and suddenly the screen starts slowing down and the whole place sort of dementedly bends back and forth eerily. The robots start slowing down as well and there is this jagged silence I'm left with that I can't quite stand.

A robotic woman approaches me and says we need to find some sort of thai cooking packet in the supermarket that's attached to the place. Obviously, my logic circuits are down so this makes perfect sense to me and I follow her.

We're walking in what looks like a fucked up version of costco... which isn't far from an actual costco since I think huge stores are creepy in waking life. Some men working at the store are dumbfounded that we're requesting such an object and try to substitute peanut butter and jelly.

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I can't remember the last time I had a nightmare. Well, yesterday I couldn't. Then last night I ended up having one. So it goes I suppose.

I was in my house and, let's just talk about cliche nightmares here, a serial killer broke into my house and took me hostage. He was torturing me and I, to say the least, was not having a very good time at all. This seemed to go on for some time and I'd rather not get into the gory little details.

Anyway, I kept trying to escape and each time I did I found my plan to be foiled, thwarted, done fer.

At some point in dream-time, one of my best friends came into the house when the serial killer was gone. I was tied up and he assured me things would be okay. We heard him coming so we climbed out a back window and hopped over a neighbors fence.

The neighbors on the other side greeted us and were friendly enough.

Somehow we managed to escape that mess, however the killer continued to stalk me for what seemed like a very long time.

He did find me again and ended up biting me and turning me into... a vampire. Yes, I had a dream I was a vampire guys.

ANYWAY. I wasn't really thirsting for blood, oddly enough. I remember I really wanted to go to this show and I was trying to bargain with some people about buying tickets off them. Somehow all my friends had joined and we were all buying tickets. I had difficulties avoiding sunlight in the streets as I voyaged and searched for someone to sell me a ticket.

I ended up in a glass house. I had my dog with me and a man came out of a room to tell me I was making far too much noise.

Why Cacophony is weird and decided not to name her dream journal: Cacophony's Dream Journal.



I just got a message from WakingNomad asking me why I gave my dream journal the name. I thought I'd post it in here.


Waking Nomad:Where did you get that title? it's so badass. What's that about?


Cacophony: Actually, it's kind of a complicated story. I met the dalai lama when I was young, I had a private meeting with him for an hour. He taught me this chant that has stayed with me my entire life and I've never known the meaning.

One of my best friends came back from backpacking Asia, and while he was climbing everest he learned the meaning of the words I had taught him that the dalai lama taught me. He said, "Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void."

A few weeks later I was reading Dharma Bums by Kerouac and there's this piece in there where he says, "Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void."

I guess the saying had oddly been following me around for some time when I decided to name my dream journal =)

Almost everything you write in your DJ reminds me of a personal experience.

-I totally forgot about this play, but I actually wrote a play in high school where there was an orchestra conductor stuffing cats down a hole. Right after I became a vegetarian about four months ago, I ended up at a Thai restaurant with my family in the industrial part of town. I was annoyed that my family said they had a lot of vegetarian dishes, when the only ones were salads, appetizers, and deserts.

-I recently dreamed that I killed myself, and died.

-Last night in DV chat, someone told me about attacking a bus.

-I just read a post by Man of Shred about TV's and beaches in shared dreams.-

- I just went to a Costco a few days ago, and I haven't been in one for about a year.

- I recently referred my second cousin who I haven't seen in about ten years to DV, because she has constant nightmares, the most recent one being of a serial killer.

- I recently had a dream where I killed the Vampire King with friends.

Interesting.

HOLY SHIT.

I just remembered this insane short play I was in. This was the plot:

I was William S. Burroughs dictating to Jack Kerouac The Naked Lunch. I couldn't type anymore because my hands had arthritis. Jack was being teased and tormented by two women that were muses or angels or demons. My mad mind was making Kerouac hallucinate. His typing on the manual typewriter became more and more frenzied.

He went apeshit, and picked up the typewriter, slamming it on the floor screaming. Blood spewed out of the typewriter.

That play was badass. It was written by a girl I ended up hooking up with about ten years later.

-And then there was the dream of me throat singing with Tibetan monks.

Amen, the flame in the White Void.

I'm in the forest, with several of my friends. Someone is asking me for tips on journalism because they're in a journalism class. I took out a pen and paper and started writing in really fancy cursive and making all the pointers to myself, completely ignoring the person who had asked me a question.

We had to go to a meeting. The meeting was full of all the anarchist kids in this town and they took turns speaking at a raised table at the far end of the long rows of seats that were completely filled.

One of the blackbird raum kids asked for a pen and then said my name. I rummaged through my bag and found my favorite pen. I was really reluctant to give it away, however decided to try to throw it to him. I couldn't tell if we were inside or outside, but when I tried to throw the pen it hit an invisible ceiling and bounced to the floor and all the pieces fell apart. I rushed to put them back together. As I approached the giant table, everything got really quiet and I could feel hundreds of eyes upon me.

At the end of the meeting I got my pen back.

I remember trying to hide in my garage, pretending to be a plastic bag. It worked, a second time it didn't. I forget who I was hiding from.

Me and two of my best friends decided to go camping. It was really normal and uneventful.

I'm in the forest, with several of my friends. Someone is asking me for tips on journalism because they're in a journalism class. I took out a pen and paper and started writing in really fancy cursive and making all the pointers to myself, completely ignoring the person who had asked me a question.

We had to go to a meeting. The meeting was full of all the anarchist kids in this town and they took turns speaking at a raised table at the far end of the long rows of seats that were completely filled.

One of the blackbird raum kids asked for a pen and then said my name. I rummaged through my bag and found my favorite pen. I was really reluctant to give it away, however decided to try to throw it to him. I couldn't tell if we were inside or outside, but when I tried to throw the pen it hit an invisible ceiling and bounced to the floor and all the pieces fell apart. I rushed to put them back together. As I approached the giant table, everything got really quiet and I could feel hundreds of eyes upon me.

At the end of the meeting I got my pen back.

I remember trying to hide in my garage, pretending to be a plastic bag. It worked, a second time it didn't. I forget who I was hiding from.

Me and two of my best friends decided to go camping. It was really normal and uneventful.