Thread: Spenner's Dream Journal of the sometimes awesome

Alright, most of these here are in point form, but a lot of them I took the time to write in some detail. Since most of these were recent, I can sort of elaborate a bit of the details for the point forms. These will all have taken place during the summer until stated that it is the next season/month or whatever.

A stranger? Let's be friends!
Non-dream Dream Lucid

I'm walking along side my old friend, Shane, who's in the company of somebody else-- I can't quite tell at this point. Her figure stands as a silhouette to me, but I know she's female. After a fine stroll in along a snowy park in the middle of my town, Shane heads for home, and I am left with the shady woman. I go to her house; once inside, I can distinguish that she has fairly short hair. Very friendly- we talk gibberish for awhile until I ask such things like what her name is, what school she goes to- then after an abrupt goodbye I walk backwards out the door. I remember something about Art Vandulay, but I can't quite put my finger on it at the time-- something about me being him.

Pretty unexciting. Still, I woke up with a feeling of intrigue, wondering who this person was. I think it was meant to be just an ambiguous female.

I am Art Vandulay
Non-dream Dream Lucid

As stated, I am Art Vandulay, where I stand, within some eerie and moist dark cavern- soft to the touch at the wall. It's lit only by a few lights stapled to the walls of the cave. In the middle there is a large complicated wooden frame, as if the construction of a building has taken place (for those of you who don't know, Art Vandulay in Seinfeld was the architect alter-ego of George Costanza as well as many others). I'm casually browsing around, inspecting the figure of the building, and I pass my friend Adam going up some wooden stairs to the upper floors. The frame appeared to be quite tall-- an average apartment I suppose. I pause as something in my peripheral vision catches my eye- on a patch of bricks there is a stack of unknown DVDs. I hesitate, then steal one and exit downstairs. I feel anxiety at the thought of being caught for such a crime, and I feel the presence of workers yet cannot actually see them. I think I hear somebody so I rush into a cabinet I happened to pass and I'm consumed in darkness.

The Kneeling Race...
Non-dream Dream Lucid

Inside my Kungfu school, there was a race going to be held. Snow was covering the mats that normally laminate the floor. My teacher was the referee. I was stationed second from the far side of the rows of people facing the opposite end, as if to begin a race. Everyone but me was being tended to with advice and whatnot by their corners. The first DING to start went-- I was a bit surprised, and hesitated. What you had to do in this race was kneel on a sled and use your arms to pull yourself forward (Like this sorta I guess hurrr) anyhow I was extremely slow, and it went on for a bit of losing and then eventually winning amoung many elderly men. Once I won everyone but me was mad. *Glee*

The Coasters
Non-dream Dream Lucid

NOTE: I've had a dream similar to this many years ago, when I was maybe 11, and it was nearly the same except it involved a vastly huge park with extremely large waterslides (some were as high as the CN tower). It really triggered fear in a dream state for heights-- some of the edges of the waterslides were nearly completely flat and twirling (you can imagine the panic, of course), and some fashioned ramps, though I never went on any of those in the dream.

Anyhow, back to this one:

We drove a long ways to reach an amusement park with my family (That is a family of four- mom/dad/brother/me). All of us gaze in awe upon slithering through the large gates to the park, but most particularly to the roller coaster in the middle of the park which stood about twice as high as the CN tower with a loop starting and ending going straight up. It's waiting line was, after seeing the coaster, the most shocking. Visitors climbed up the downwards drop of an unfinished steel coaster, at about 70 degrees but curving to about 80, and up to it's highest point (about 10 stories high). There was no railing, just the thick tubes on either side of a thicker tube of the steel track, and the gaps in between each of them. To get on the roller coaster, I would discover, you either needed to have the legs of stretch armstrong (or the arm length of his in your legs? Nevermind >_>) or to be able to jump the gap, as the loading station for the coaster was positioned right next to the unfinished drop off at it's peak.
My brother and Dad and I decided to go (my mom can't stand coasters). My brother, Hayden, is hesitant and not exactly ready for the ride, and he's about 10 people behind me and my dad in line. Me and father reach the top, shaky with nervousness at the sight of the dense asphalt below, so menacingly seductive to my height-wise position. Looking back to Hayden, we see him being shoved slightly by the crowd to push through his hesitant pose. He's crying by now, though nearly to the top. His feet give way to the lack of surface tension on the steel that's been drenched in the sweat of many hands, and he falls, grabbing the thick tubing with his hands in desperation. I feel every one of his emotions at this time. His grip fails him with an intense bewilderment of fear and shock, and from afar he looks just doll-like as he plummets to the asphalt with a pitifully dull thud on his belly. For reasons unknown, me and Dad seem to naturally ignore him, though I feel myself tearing up briefly. Facing the gap, the dream fades to white.
It fades back in to us walking towards mom at the exit of the ride. She bombards us with the typical questions, "How was the ride?" "Would you ride it again?" "Would I have flipped out?" etc, and we politely respond. Hayden seems to be disregarded.
We carry on through the midway when we're slightly startled by the sight of some men wielding guns. They point at another unfinished coaster, though it's far more complete than the other that was considered a waiting line. This one looked similar, though the loop reached the clouds and kept of going. There was no end in sight. For a split second I can see that a piece of track has forked out just before the loop would put us upside-down, but I seem to ignore it. I imagine what it would be like for a moment. I place myself in the coaster and I can feel myself trying to unbuckle as it reaches the fork, though I stop. I realize I can just die. I let myself fade back into the reality of the dream. One of the gunmen talks on his radio, only to nod to the other and forcefully lead us to the ride. This waiting line was normal, and near the front I see a booth with a large "GRAND OPENING" banner stitched to the peak. A large bellied man sawed the banner in half needlessly using a saw.
Another fadeout/in as we sit on the seat of the coaster. The whole ride seems typical, and I seem non-expectant of the loop, prior to which everything seems normal and 'fun'. At the loop it felt like going down faster than the speed of falling in an elevator, yet at the same time going up so fast that it would burst through the roof at the top. The track ahead seemed so naive. Sitting there, staring at us. Altering time- slowing things down. Cooking the sky to a nice caramelized tangerine. It seemed so pleasant as we were chiseled from out steel mother and softly began drifting to the ground, fading into some heavenly abyss of white...

I liked this dream a lot, it had some really powerful feelings in it-- plus it made me remember the waterslide dream mentioned at the top I've had that twice, by the way.

EDIT sorry for the terrible paragraphing >_> maybe I'll add a space between each instead of indenting.