Spontaneous Mental Combustion. [acatalephobic's Dream Journal]

**acatalephobic** · 02-07-2009 01:25 PM

To start off with, I'm only just learning how to control lucidity; most of the time, I realize I'm dreaming, become momentarily lucid and I get so excited that I wake up. So the first couple dreams I'm including aren't lucid. I like to be thorough.

However, in the interest of improving my recall, I'm going to start this DJ to keep track of my more vivid and unusual dreams...for my own sake, more than anything really. But I think they're funny--mostly because they're mine--but maybe you will too.

I'll make an effort to include only the ones I can remember a decent amount about, but every once in a while, typing about one dream reminds me of one I haven't remember in ages. So those may pop up too.

I changed the color scheme--purple seems more suited to lucidity--so to avoid confusion, from now on:
Green = Non-Lucid.Purple = Lucid.And Black still = me just babbling.

But to those that may read this, a word of warning: if you like reading about dreams that are deep and symbolic, I'm afraid this DJ won't offer much to you. (Hopefully, one day it will.)

But if you like reading about dreams that are completely random, nonsensical, and would cause you to wake up and wonder "where the f*** did THAT come from?"...read on.

**acatalephobic** · 02-07-2009 01:37 PM

#1.
Attack of the Killer Unicorn

Actually, more like a nightmare.
I can remember exactly the way it looked and felt, and especially how vivid the colors were (they were sort of unrealisticly neon, like from an old Lisa Frank sticker).

In the dream, I'm in the very middle of this huge meadow that is completely open except at the edges, which were tree-lined. Beyond the trees, I could see the far-away outlines of rollercoasters (specifically those from an amusement park I visited every year as a child). The only human characters in the dream are my mom and I, and we are sitting on a red blanket, having a picnic. Everything is normal, until I spot a very large (presumably male, as he looked like a muscular stallion) white unicorn approaching us from a distance. I am excited by this, and start to walk toward it.

As I get closer, I realize that he seems very agitated and angry, as if we are trespassing on his territory or something. I stop about ten feet away from him, and I see him lower his head and paw at the ground, with a very glaring look in his eyes. He suddenly charges past me and towards my mom like an angry bull. I realize he's going to attack her, but she doesn't seem to notice at this point. I run toward them both, and I'm able to yell to my mother that she should run. She does, and the unicorn rushes past our picnic setup. I get to the blanket, and seize it with both hands. I then proceed to use it much in the same way I bullfighter uses a red cape, to deter him from attacking us.
When the unicorn charges past me, at the point that he is the closest distance to me, I can see him running in slow motion. (***This is something I now realize happens quite often in my dreams, usually at a critical point or decision.***)

I can't seem to remember if he actually succeeded in attacking my mother...at least I can't summon the visual, but the most vivid picture I remember from the dream is that of the huge unicorn, with blood dripping from his horn.

Very creepy dream for a six or seven year old to have.

[P.S. - I moved this from a thread I started called "What is your earliest dream memory?"...if anyone is reading this and hasn't submitted a reply, please consider doing so. It's interesting to me, a child's perspective on dreams; especially when that child would later join a forum centered on dreaming.]

**acatalephobic** · 02-07-2009 04:22 PM

#2.
"No, you don't understand! The KITTENS. We have to shoot them in the head and bury them in the backyard, it's the only way!"

Another (slightly-less scary) nightmare.
I know you must be thinking "kitten nightmares, honestly?"...Oh yes. Sometimes the most cuddly of animals can be the most disturbing...when they're doing something other than being adorable, that is.

In this dream, I'm in my house and everything is realistic and normal--a rarity in my dreams that makes this one all the more unsettling. The only thing that now seems out of place is that neither of my two dogs are anywhere to be seen. I'm having a conversation with my sister about school, when my mom runs into the room to tell us one of our barn cats has just had a litter of kittens.

The three of us go out to see them (there were four, I think), and we are of course awed by their cuteness. We bring them inside to show Dad, who also starts fawning over them (which now seems odd, because he's not really into cats.) They start exploring the house, doing cute kittens things and we're all amused. All is well, until:

I'm using the facilities, and one of the kittens paws open the door. He stares at me the whole time I'm in there, in an all-too-knowing/discerning way, that does not befit a kitten so small. I gradually begin to get the idea that he is keeping track of all my movements, because after I leave the bathroom, no matter what room I'm in or what I'm doing I look over to see him sitting and staring at me.

Somehow my dream-rational tells me that this kitten is some kind of spy or informent that is relaying the details of my actions to some unknown source. At one point, I see all four kittens huddled together "conferring" with one another (which basically consisted of them looking at each other, then at me with critical eyes, then back to one another.) So i figure they're all in on it.

I try to explain to my family what's going on, but they laugh it off. After a while, the situation becomes more urgent, and I'm frantically trying to explain that the only way to ensure they're not evil is to "shoot them in the head and bury them in the backyard, it's the only way!" (not sure how I know this, because I don't remember actually killing one, but I distictly remember "knowing" that shooting them was not enough to foil their plan). My family continues to laugh at this.

But as I'm trying to explain this further (from my crouched position on the kitchen countertop, to stay out of their reach evidently), I see one of the kittens down the hallway. He paws open a door and peeks his head around it, tilting his head to a disturbing degree, and meows at me. But it was not a aww-cute kitty meow. It seemed more like a "there's now excape" meow.

I look further down the hallway, and all the other kittens are doing the exact same thing, from all the other doors down the hallway. The creepy chorus of kittens sets me off.

I point to them and scream at my family, "There, see? The KITTENS. Don't you understand?!" My family says nothing, and in unison they tilt their heads at me in that same disturbing way, with big blank eyes.

I wake up, relieved to find my two dogs...and no kittens in sight.
Even visualizing that last part as I typed it gave me a shudder...

**acatalephobic** · 02-07-2009 05:24 PM

#3.
The search for the growing-mysteriously-large-and-at-an-unusually-fast-pace spider that killed my sister.

The name says it all, but for posterity's sake I'll include the details.
I wrote this in my first ever dream journal, that I kept for a few weeks to get extra credit points in my psychology class. I'll put it on here the same way I wrote it then, because the matter-of-fact tone makes me chuckle even more.

I have returned from summer camp in Australia, bringing back with me a box containing a small spider I intend to keep as a pet. My parents pick me up from the airport and we take a cab home. My sister is scared of spiders, so I'm anxious to show her my souvenir.

As soon as we arrive, my sister asks what's in the box. I play it off by changing the subject, intending to scare her later when it's on my hand to give the illusion it's attacking me. Unfortunately for her, she makes the mistake of opening the box when I'm in another room. She screams, and the spider gets scared and bites her hand.

She dies.

And I mean, not in a gradual, realistic way sort of way. She just collapses instantly. If it weren't for the fact that my sister was in grave danger, I would've found this almost comedic death highly amusing.

My parents and I hear her scream, and rush in to find her on the floor, box open, and no spider. Dad checks her pulse, and we all immediately start crying when we find out she's in fact dead. Mom's hysterical.

I explain that the only thing we can do is to find the spider and create an anti-venom that will somehow bring her back to life. We comb the entire house to no avail. We split up and search our yard, then the neighboring yards, then most of the nearby streets and alleyways.

At one point I catch a glimpse of him scuttling away from behind a group of trashcans, and I see that he's grown to about the size of my fist.

The rest of the dream consists of my parents and I travelling across the country, always just narrowly missing this spider that now seems to be growing abnormally large. In NYC he's about the size of a small dog, somewhere in the rural midwest he's horse-sized, and in Las Vegas he's about as tall as a professional basketball player.

By the time we meet face-to-face with him, he's climbing Mt. Rushmore and is as big as a house. My parents plead with it to help us, attempting to negotiate by pointing out that it would be a medical break-through and that he could have all the recognition for it; "just think of all the money it would make!".

It laughs. The giant spider actually laughed in our faces.

That crafty monster-spider took the anti-venom to his grave. We watch helplessly as the spider lunges off of Jefferson's face, plunging to it's death in a river below. My parent's are screaming "nooooo!", and I yell at him "wait, you're not supposed to die!"

I wake up.

Classic. Aside from the fact that my sister dies in this dream, the whole context and feel of it always makes me laugh. Especially when I remember what it felt like to have a giant spider laugh maniacally at me.

**acatalephobic** · 02-11-2009 03:06 AM

#4.
Why dance clubs and stealing bicycles can go hand-in-hand.

Not that they really can, but in my dreams they do.
Here's how I described some older dreams then:

I'm in some sort of dance club, surrounded by many people I recognize from highschool. Talking to a few of them, I get a sense of detatchment from all of them. I walk up the stairs, and I get the sense that I'm in my old highschool, but of course it looks nothing like it should. At the top of the stairs, I see a painting that is moving like a video. In it I see a view of a lake, with groups of people doing random things at various points on it. It looks kind of like a map. There are fireworks in the sky, amusement park rides on one of the islands, and some people taking rides on a dolphin.

At this point I'm on the second floor that is like a balcony, and watching everyone dance below me, anticipating the end of the schoolday. All of a sudden, somebody screams and everyone starts rushing out the doors. I grab my bicycle and run to the escalator to get outside and catch my bus. As I make it outside, I realize I've left through the wrong door, and will have to circle the block to make it to my bus. In doing so, I manage to get lost, and have to make a lot more turns than necessary to get to the right street.

Just as I make it, I see the bus taking off. I decide to ride my bike all the way home. As I'm waiting at a traffic light, two boys behind me start whispering in Spanish to one another, and I know they want to steal my bike. I turn around and say as intimidatingly as I can: "I know what you're up to, and you can't have it!"

They insist in English that they only wish to see me ride it. As the light turns green, I yell to onlookers "These kids are trying to steal my bike!" An older, wealthy-looking man hears me and approaches the two boys. The man proceeds to pay each of the boys a large sum of money (something like $1000), in exchange for not stealing my bike.

I wake up.

...hell, I could've bought many bikes and then some for that much money.

#5.
Something about orange.

I'm in a large group of people I don't recognize. We are all in close quarters, in the barracks of what appears to be some sort of compound, possibly like a prison. We are all lying on bunk beds, playing cards.

Suddenly a loud noise like an alarm is heard, and everyone begins to panic and scramble. As I'm running through the halls, I keep hitting dead ends. Something is either physically preventing me from going a certain way, or I encounter something I'm afraid to approach. I stumble upon someone else, who tells me to get back to my room. Together we run back toward the room we were originally in.

I leap into my top-bunk, and cover myself with a blanket. The blanket turns into some sort of glass enclosure, and my bunk is now some sort of pod.

Something happens involving either the color or the word orange. I am afraid someone will enter and break the glass.

I wake up.

#6.
Looking for red.

My entire dream consists of me being lost, looking for a bright red door. I'm walking around an area where students live off-campus, in a city I've been to many times. There are a lot of multi-level houses, apartment buildings, and duplexes, but not much else. I am futiley searching through the buildings for one that has a red door, but all of them appear to be the same. I'm climbing countless flights of stairs, fire escapes, and jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

I stop at a door that has a pair of red flip-flops outside the door. They look like the shoes a friend of mine always wears, so somehow I take this as the sign I was looking for. I open the unlocked door to find a couple I obviously don't know. They scream.

I wake up.

**acatalephobic** · 02-11-2009 12:00 PM

#7.
"Holy shit, I'm dreaming...I can fly!"

[My first ever lucid dream. December 2, 2008, somewhere between 7:15-10:48am.]

I know there is more that happened before this, but starting from the last thing I can remember: I find myself riding my bike along an expressway. I see Spill, walking along the side of the road. I offer to give her a ride on my bike. She sits on the handlebars, and I take her to our mutual friends' house. I realize no one else is there, so I leave.

Somehow I meet up with my best friend Vince. Because we have nowhere to go, we go to Spill's parent's house because we know nobody will be there. It's unlocked and we go inside to the basement, only this house looks nothing like it should (of course). Downstairs, we talk and watch TV...I remember we watched something that looks like a professional dog show, only it involves monkeys instead of dogs. I remember Vince said about it, "Oh I hate these. Sometimes they can go on for months."

Spill's "parents" show up, looking nothing like they should, and tell us to leave. I apologize, put my pants back on (?), and the two of us leave. I distinctly remember thinking I should've given them fake names, so Spill wouldn't know we were there.

I walk out the front door of the house, Vince is nowhere in sight, and I find myself on the front lawn of my old highschool. Despite all the weird shit in my dream up until this point, this geographical impossibility is what causes me to realize that all this couldn't possibly be real. This realization causes me to look at my hand as a reality check, and as I look at it, it becomes all distorted and my fingers grow into all different lengths and sizes.

My next thoughts--I distinctly remember--followed this exact progression: "Wait, this can't be real. Holy shit, I'm dreaming... I can fly!"

As I say this, I immediately point upward and shoot up into the school super-fast. I fly around for a bit, and realize that I'm flying too high to see much of anything, so I swoop down closer to the highschool's lawn. There I see my Mom, who is taking pictures of me as I'm flying.

I say something about the fact that I'm flying, and she says, "That's so good! I never even thought you'd make it this far." She then says something referring to the fact that there are "different levels of dreaming", and which one flying happens to be in.

I fly alongside her as she walks, and say to her "Yeah, and there are ones where people teach you things..."

She looks at me with a look that tells me she either has no idea what I'm talking about, or she's terrified by what I just said.

I wake up.

I had this dream after a long night of reading dreamviews tutorials, and repeating to myself until I fell asleep: "I will do a reality check that will cause be to become lucid. I will wake up, remember the dream, and write it down." And bam, it happened.

Unfortunately, the majority of the dream happened before I could attain lucidity. But hey, it's a start.

**acatalephobic** · 02-12-2009 03:13 AM

#8.
Foreign Tongues and Flashforwards

I was not part of the dream, I seemed to be floating somewhere above the scene, observing rather than participating.
An elderly couple were laying on a bed made of sand, in a sandy, hilly wide-open area. There were a few younger people gathered around their bed.
The man on the bed was talking to the younger folks, about his belongings. I understand he is reciting his will.
He bequeaths money and valuables to some of the people around him. He was met with silence and somberness as he did so.

He then begins to speak in another language (or at least my brain's attempt at another language) that I don't understand.
Luckily, as he is talking, pictures form to express what he is saying. The images were like visual thought-bubbles, or like flash-forwards in film.
He bequeathed all the land around him, the sandy hilly area, a beach adjacent to it, and a farm nearby all to what appeared to be his servants.
As he detailed the land they were to receive, he gave them instructions to mine (sounded like me-nay) the sandy area. The thought-bubbles showed workers tilling the sand to find gold and diamonds, and they threw themselves happily on the ground at their discovery.
Then another thought-bubble showed the workers raising the farm; a farm that had been somewhat barren, they were now turning it lush and plentiful.

Unfortunately, thats all I remember. I know a great deal happened before that, but I can only remember this last sequence.

The thing I found most interesting was the way I was a passive observer in the dream. It made the dream visually interesting, because I was swooping up down and around to view the scene from many different angles.

Also of interest was the fact that he spoke something other than english, and that I was able to see forward in time through the thought-bubbles.

#9.
Even 60's peace-and-love icons have been known to carry automatic weapons.

Evidently in my dreams they do anyway...

I was attending a party at some sort of mansion.
Many of my friends from highschool were there, including my good friends Stephanie and Amanda. Stephanie seemed to be the host of the party.
It reminded me of Halloween, because the lighting was purple and green-ish, there was fog rolling in on the floor, and everyone wore elaborate clothes.
As I walk in, I'm greeted by Stephanie, and she brings me over to the punch bowl and gives me a drink.
After drinking the punch I feel strange, as if I've been given punch spiked with a strong hallucinogenic. Everything in the room starts to vibrate and become disporoportionate.

I realize that the people at the party seem to be staring at me an awful lot, so I tell the friend I'm with that we need to leave.
Stephanie appears out of nowhere and informs me in a menacing tone that I'm not going anywhere. (as she does this, the crowd freezes and light in the room darkens, leaving only a spotlight aimed upward onto her face...very villanous). From behind her steps Jimi Hendrix, pointing an AK-47 at me.

I tell them that I wasn't planning to leave, that I was simply telling my friend we should go into the other room to see who else is at the party.
She laughs nervously (as she does, the crowd resumes their partying and the light around her snaps back to normal), and she says "Of course, there are many other people here that I'd like you to meet".
I grab my friend, and pull her by the elbow toward the room farthest away from Stephanie and Jimi. I whisper to her, "just follow my lead".
We start to feign conversation, and move closer toward the door to the next room. Just as we get about a foot away from it I dash past it, and around a corner, hoping to make an escape.

Stephanie sees me do this and yells "After them!", and Jimi begins to come after us; not running, but walking very purposefully. As is typical of my dreams, there's no escape around the corner, only a grand staircase leading to the second floor. Since I can't turn back, I decide to head up the stairs hoping to find a window or something.

At some point, about halfway up the stairs, it hits me how ironic it is that a peace and free-love icon of the 60's is after me with an AK-47.
That thought triggers the realization that a best friend of mine is the one who sent him after me.

These two thoughts trigger the "Holy shit, I'm dreaming", and I become lucid.

I stop running up the stairs, and turn around.
Jimi is at the bottom of the stairs, aiming his gun at me. (He still hasn't said a word, and his face is still stoic as a rock).
I smile, and say "You're Jimi Hendrix."
He seems caught off guard; his expression changes subtlely...and he lowers his gun. He nods.

I run down the stairs toward him, and leap right into giving him a hug.

Everything after this point in the dream happens very quickly, and there are too many details to painstakingly write out.

But basically, my friend and I enlist Jimi's help to break some sort of spell that we think is on Stephanie. We go to what seems like a police station or a hospital, to rescue the real Stephanie. All the rooms in the building contain living memories of her past, that attempt to thwart us from finding the room that contains the real Stephanie. Each of the rooms is either guarded by a someone in uniform, or the Stephanie inside the room tries to kill us (in which case we know it's a fake Stephanie). In one room in particular, her mother tried to kill us with a bucketful of snakes she said contained jungle vines that would help "take away our illness". I remember thinking, she would be the type to "throw stones".

The last thing that happened before waking up was my friend Amanda and I hobbling down the hallway toward an exit after being shot by what we thought was our highschool band teacher.

Unfortunately, this is only the second lucid I've had so far, and the longest period of time in which I had lucidity. I wasn't really prepared for the pace at which everything seemed to happen once I became lucid. Things got to be less absurd, but it felt like I was taking a lot less time to process things and act accordingly. I hope the next one goes better.

#10.
Don't worry, I administered CPR.

I'm in some sort of hotel, and there is a variety of sorts is taking place. The host of the show is a girl dressed like a samurai. She has a dancing cat. AS she walks by me, she smiles at me and I realize the "samurai" is an aquaintance of mine named Katie.

Katie's brother Paul walks up to my seat out of nowhere, and hands me a gift. He winks at me, and says it's from someone he knows, so I get the idea it's from Katie. I open it and it's a small purple clay skull, that looks like it's been made by a child. I look up at the host, and she smiles again. As I'm looking at it in my hands, a wman sitting in a seat behind me asks if she can see it. Something tells me I shouldn't let her, but I do anyway. When she hands it back to me, it's been smushed into a slightly-deformed heart that is winking and smiling.

At first I don't know what to do with it, but then I decide to try and form it back into its original shape. This doesn't work, so I then decide to use it as adhesive to hold together two pieces of fabric to make a sweater vest...? It was quite a fashionable vest too; some sort of not-so-uniform plaid/tweed.

I continue to watch the show, which has acts like magic tricks, a young girl dancing (whom I feel I should know), and Katie doing tricks with her dancing cat. After the show is over, I walk over to her and tell her: "I knew it was you, when I saw the gift you gave me". She smiles again, and asks me if I'd want to spend some time together, and something about "extending our goodbyes". I get the feeling she's hitting on me, and agree to go back to her apartment with her, even though I'm supposed to be going to class.

Before we go to her apartment, we stop to by food. This is where things start getting really odd. The store is like an open market, where there are all these booths selling different kinds of ethnic food...but they're named after and run by really random bands, most of which I don't remember the names of. We walk in a line of people past them, trying to decide what we want, almost like a cafeteria.

I remember wanting really bad to get some barbequed pork at one stand, fish enchiladas at another, and almost everything from the sushi stand (run by some kind of pop-punk-boy-band, oddly enough.) I try to convince Katie to get sushi, but then I remember she's a vegetarian. I say something to the effect of, "If not meat, I need something heavy in protein, like rice." We buy random things like milk, lettuce, and cheese, and head back to her place. Somehow Katie also bought a new dress.

As we arrive it begins to storm pretty badly outside, so I decide to stay there instead of going to class. She says to make myself comfortable while she makes the food. I get on the computer, but immediately a message pops up from someone I don't know, but with a picture I somehow recognize (a lady in red, with long wavy hair). Her message says: "Nice new dress Kat, it's BOSS". I'm trying to figure out who is and how she knew about the dress, when I hear screams from the adjoining room.

I walk in to find two other girls who've appeared out of nowhere, looking down at Katie who is lying on the floor. She looks as though she's fainted in the middle of changing her clothes. I ask them what happened, and I'm met with no answers. I ask if she's breathing, which also recieves no reply. I bend down to check her pulse, and after closer inspection, I see that her head is not connected to her body at all. It's laying a few inches away from it, where it would be if she had a neck; only she didn't have a neck at all.

I say something about that obviously being the problem, as if this doesn't really shock me that much. I ask if anyone knows CPR, but again, nothing. I stick her head back onto her neckless body, and hear it pop back into place. Pinching her nose, I am leaning into administer CPR--thinking: "Man I'm glad I played that Worst-Case Scenario Game the other night"--when...

I wake up.

I had to text Paul immediately after waking up from this.

Me: Just had a dream your sister was a samurai with dancing cat. Gave me a purple skull, hit on me, fainted, then her head came off. Don't worry, I administered CPR.

I can only wonder how it must've felt to receive that at 5 in the morning...
And why I didn't manage to become lucid when I noticed her head wasn't attatched...?

**acatalephobic** · 02-12-2009 04:07 AM

#11.
Dad's uncomfortable with with that idea.

I remember only the tail end of it--mostly because I was only asleep for about 2 and 1/2 hours--but I'll include it anyway.

I'm living in a fancy hotel. I have a big room that has a second-floor loft and one of the walls in made entirely of windows from which I can see the outside (only I don't remember the room being on the proper angle or placement for them to do so.)

I'm trying to work on poetry that is assigned to me, and there are a bunch of prompts on a list for me to work from. I try to start a few, but end up asking my Dad to help me with them.

One of the prompts I can remember is to create a new color, by "blending five fancy colors" together...only, on the page it's written like an acronymn, something like BO5FCTMNC. The two colors I've chosen so far are "posh" - a goldenrod-like yellow and "paradoxical" - some muted, dark shade of orange. I ask my Dad for some other ideas.

I remember he said something to the effect that to create a new color made him "uncomfortable", and he didn't approve of the way I was going about it.

The only other thing I can remember is leaving my room constantly, and after so many trips I began to leave the door open, and worried that there may be someone in my room when I returned.

And, as a side-note, an extended sort of dozing daydream I had before falling asleep and having the previous dream:

I'm in my room and wearing the same clothes I had worn to lay down, and the room looks very much the same as it did before, so the daydream feels like it's waking.

So I'm laying in bed and trying to use my mind powers (something I do in real-life sometimes, don't ask), this time to listen in on someone that's thinking.

*Come to think of it, because this part is so realistic, this may have been what I was doing immediately prior to dozing.

Either way, right as I begin to focus on the white noise coming from my room, the word "mayans" pops into my head. After that, a whole bunch of other words/short phrases popped up; all seperate...kind of staccato, if thoughts can be considered so.

I get up to write them down, and write down every one that presents itself in my head. After a while, my thoughts seem to go back to a more logical state, and I begin to write down why they seem to all be related. My pen runs out while writing the word conditions, which causes me to start out of a doze-like state (like what happens when you hear a loud noise, or feel like you're falling right at that moment before you actually go into full sleep.)

Only after I started, and was fully awake, did I realize that I hadn't written any of them down at all and it was a daydream. I knew, because there was a notebook next to my bed that I had written something else on before I laid down. Because the words were so random, and the daydream seemed so real, I tried to (actually) write down what words I could remember. I ended up writing down:

Mayans. lethargies. dreamspells. chemicals. honeybees. marriages of convenience. sleeping in tongues. euthanasia. user-friendly. hopscotch. vericose veins.

It seems to me there were more, but I can't remember now.

I'm pretty sure that's one of the most involved daydreams I've ever had, unless you count the ones where I'm fully awake.

Very weird.

**acatalephobic** · 02-15-2009 03:20 AM

#12.
Sleeping bags like mines in a field. Naptime's over.

I don't remember hardly anything from this one, except being in some sort of warehouse, where my friends were throwing a party that feels quite like a rave of sorts. I go to get a drink, and find that in an adjoining room there are more friends, but they are all taking naps in sleeping bags everywhere on the floor. I run through the room, what seemed like way too fast, and prodded a bunch of them saying something about this not being preschool and, "Naptime's over!"

The only other point worth mentioning is that this is the third or fourth dream I've had where I have succeeded in seducing the boyfriend of a girl I know. He always seems to pop up and show interest, but I always wake up during the moment immediately prior to kissing him. This time I managed to get him down the stairs, and up against a wall, where he said something dirty about "vertical sex", and right before we kiss, I of course wake up.

#13.
Safety courses from hairspray-addicts and knife-wielders.

This one I remember a bit more of, but only the ending. I'm at my house at night with my sister. I'm walking past a large window in my robe, when I notice a very large man with binoculars quite conspicuously perched in a tree right up against the window. I scream, and point to him to let him know he's been spotted. I run back to my sister's room, and tell her there's a man in the window. She says something about him meaning no harm, that it's only the neighbor. I am sure he's up to something, due to the binoculars, and the super-creepy grin he gave me when I pointed to him. I ask her to call 911.

At this point, I hide in a large closet, hoping he won't move from the large window. My sister then gets into the closet, while calling 911. She tells them it's our neighbor Booth/Blooth (?), that he's harmless, but he's spying on us through the window. She closes the closet dorr opposit to where I'm crouched, and I tell her, "No, one of us has to stay out, or else we won't know where he'll be". So she gets out of the closet and walks toward the kitchen. I peek out the crack between the door and the jamb to see if he's anywhere to be seen. He's since moved to the window of the room I'm in, and waves at me with one hand and holds up the binoculars to his eyes with the other; still smiling a really disturbing smile.

I yell something to him, (I wish I could remember what it was), and make a dash for the kitchen. My sister has now turned into her exboyfriend from highschool(Mike), and is trying to hold George(a huge, intimidating dog I know) by the leash, to keep him from breaking a glass door to get to the man who's now outside the kitchen. Mike has dropped the phone he was using to call 911, and it's sitting on the floor near me. He tells me to stay back, but to somehow hand him the phone. Just as I get low to the ground to grab it, George busts the glass door, letting the man in.

This guy was really scary; very large, with an even bigger head, a 5 o'clock shadow, and big bulge-y eyes. He has his hands outstretched toward me, and starts backing me into a corner. Luckily, I grab a knife off the counter and point it to his face. He asks me what I'm going to do with it, since my hands are obviously shaking. He grabs it, and the tables have turned.

This is where it gets weird, but at this point, I ask him if I could have the knife back. He gives it to me, without batting an eyelash. I slash him across his stomach. He smiles, as if it didn't hurt. So I try slashing his face. I manage to cut him many times all over, but he seems unphased. He then takes the knife back. I ask him to give me one last stab at it. He complies, and I cut his hands all over as he's holding them out toward me. He laughs at this. I cut them similar to how one would finely-dice celery; but he's still just laughing at my attempts to hurt him.

He says, "You know, I was at my support group for hairspray...", and I cut him off by asking if "They need saftey courses for that". He stops for a second, as I continue dicing his outstretched hands, then says "No, but they have saftety courses for using knifes".

I wake up.

Besides the obviously nonsensical dialogue, the thing that stood out to me the most was the way it felt to cut him. I could feel the penetration of his skin, and the slicing of things inside. Felt similar to cutting an orange, if the orange had extremely hard and thin brittle skin.

**acatalephobic** · 02-18-2009 04:26 AM

#14
[2/16 or 17/2009--middle of the night] - First DV-Member-Related Dream

I'm in a house I don't recognize, and there's a big party going on with a lot of my friends in attendance. I'm aware of the fact that it's in a specific town I city of, because most of the people I recognize are from that very city. After getting food from the downstairs kitchen, I wander upstairs to a bedroom where there is a poker game going on. One of my love interests is playing, and I sit next to him on the bed.

As I'm watching the card game play out, I catch bits and pieces of the conversation that's going on with the other people that are just standing around the room socializing. I hear a lot of DV names being thrown around, and I become interested (mostly because people are referring to themselves not with birth names, but usernames). I know there were more than this that I heard, but the only three usernames I remember in particular are Shift, Abra, and Delphinus--I remember Delphinus because I had to look up how to spell his name, because I always pronounce it wrong it my head when I read it, and it came across that way in my dream; Delph-in-ius, instead of just -us). At any rate, the girl that called herself Abra was short and petite, with straight dark hair; Shift was taller, with lighter and more wavy hair. I've never seen pictures of either of these two, so this is just what my dream came up with. The person who called themself Delphinus didn't look exactly like his picture. In my dream he had wavy-er and longer hair than I remember seeing in a picture.

Because there are so many people refering to themselves by DV usernames, I become interested and find myself talking to Abra who came across to me as a very intelligent girl, with a good sense of humor. I remember she told me a really good joke, but the details of it escape me now. I remember it was good though, because when I laughed I also shook her hand. I also remember getting the idea somehow that everyone on DV lived in this specific city, although I'm not really sure why.

My love interest takes notice that I'm getting involved in other conversations rather than paying attention to his card game, and makes some snide comment to his friend who is also playing. I hear them laugh, and ask what was said. His friend literally doubles over in giggles, saying something about me not giving my male-friend enough attention. I'm confused, but get mad at him for saying something I take to be rude about me in a social setting, and while I'm standing right there. The love interest gets defensive and annoyed with me, saying that if I have a problem with what he said, I should "worry about it later". I say calmly that it's not what he said that I have a problem with, it's his attitude. I remember the persons that called themselves Shift and Abra snickered at this comment, because they were standing nearby me at the time.

After this whole episode, I go back downstairs (which has an entirely different setup than it did prior to me going upstairs) to find the person I tend to seduce in my dreams. Only this time I become scared of him, and I try to hide from him in an ajdoining room which is--oddly enough--a bathroom that is open on all sides save for one, which has a sink and a shower against it. I step into the shower, and decide to take a shower while I wait for a chance to leave the room without him seeing me. I remember smoking a cigarette while I'm in the shower, which is odd because I rarely--if ever--smoke in my dreams.

Then I wake up.

#15.
[2/17/2009] - No thanks. But here, have some smell-good pennies.

Again I find myself at a party with friends, but most of them are friends from highschool that I haven't seen in years. We're standing around a kitchen I don't recognize. I'm talking to a my friend Bonnie, who seems uncomfortable about something, and I'm trying to take her mind off of it.

As I'm doing this, a fight breaks out that I got a very awkward and disturbed feeling about it. I'm not entirely sure of the circumstances, but I get the idea that it's because someone has made a comment to Fox about "his addictions" that he evidently took very personally. I glance at Bonnie, and she's obviously just as disturbed by it as I am. Her and her friend very quickly decide they're going to leave.

They immediately dash out the door and to a car, and I run after them to convince them to stay, as it's raining very hard out and I'm afraid something might happen to them if they leave. This is in vain; they get get in the car and speed away. I'm upset, and go back inside the house to find my phone. I come back to find the kitchen empty, except for a woman that was my recess-monitor in gradeschool. She tells me the fight is over, and that I should tell my friends to come back.

I retrieve my phone, and try to text Bonnie. It's at this point that I realize my cellphone looks like a regular phone, except the controls are built into a small bottle of hand lotion. I remember being worried that once I'd used all the lotion, the phone would no longer work. I go outside to use someone elses phone and find that it's stopped raining, and the lawn is now set up like a playground and the atmosphere is similar to a festival of some sort.

As I'm walking, I decide to use the lotion anyway, and for some reason rub it into some pennies I found in my pocket. I find two girlfriends from highschool, and one of them offers me something (I don't remember what it was, other than the fact that it wasn't food, but something plastic). I decline, and instead offer her some of the pennies I have that now smell really good.

Then I wake up.

...

Except...when I wake up, I'm in my room and realize I need to borrow my mom's car to get cigarettes. I jump up, knowing she's about to leave, and find her in my sister's room in a fancy gown. She's getting ready for something. I ask her if I can borrow the car really quickly, and she's agrees but says she'll need it back in an hour to go to the theatre. I tell her it should only take about fifteen minutes.

Then, I actually wake up. Realizing that what I had was a false awakening, I jump up to ask my mom to borrow the car to get cigarettes. She agrees, but says she's leaving in an hour to go to the theatre.

That is the second time that has happened to me in the last week. Each time I'm sure its real--only to wake up and realize it's not--and her response is always extremely similar to how it happens in my dream.

**acatalephobic** · 02-19-2009 03:17 AM

#16.
[Sometime last year] - Cookies, Butterflies, and Action Heros. [Without a doubt influenced by psychedelics.]

The mirrors thread reminded me that I haven't included this little gem yet.
I had been using some things I shouldn't have at the time, which could explain the extreme nonsense it involves. I mean normally my dreams are weird, yes, but only rarely are they this weird:

I only vaguely remember a whole bunch of parts at the beginning, in which my house and backyard--which isn't my backyard--is some creepy sort of fun-house, and I'm wandering around encountering weird things at every turn, mostly involving people from my past.

At the point my memory really picks up, I'm in my bathroom and I find my cousin Morgan on the toilet staring at herself in the mirror. She's trying to scratch her tongue and eyes out, and I realize she's having a bad mushroom trip. I sit down next to her, and try to calm her down saying that it's all in her head, and she just needs to think of happy things like "cookies, and butterflies." She hears me, but insists very hurredly (and in some parts with gibberish) that to do so would be pointless. I understand that I'll have to get her mind on something else before things get worse, because all the blood is starting to creep me out.

I grab her hands and place them on the mirror, as one small section of the mirror now has a square-shaped, television-like projection on it. Inside the square appears to be a music video of some kind. After a moment or two of struggle, she begins to watch the five members of a band play, and I glance at her from the side and notice her breath has slowed somewhat--but that she's still bleeding pretty fast. This registers something in my mind about her blood-pressure. When I look back toward the mirror, I find myself inside the scene of the music video.

The members are standing in a straight line in the middle of a very normal-looking field/park, playing very strange instruments that look like they are made out of legos. The instruments are all geometrically-shaped (but not the shapes you would expect), and each is a different primary color. At one point in the song they all spin their instruments in a clockwise circle leaving motion-trails, and once they do they all "become" their instrument. Kind of like I remember the Power Rangers, or Transformers doing in cartoons when I was a kid. The instruments drop to the ground, still in a straight line. As I look at them, I realize that they are much like giant puzzle-pieces that would fit together.

I make several attempts to piece them all together, but I'm having trouble fitting in the last two. An older Sean Connery appears out of nowhere and offers to help me. He kneels down and begins to do so, and for a moment or two I just watch him work thinking: "If only my Dad could see this" (he loves Sean Connery). I look up, and find we're now kneeling behind a large black SUV, in the middle of a parking lot. I can still see the edge of the field we were just standing in over to my right. This strikes me as odd, and I peak around the left side of the SUV and see a large white van a ways away with it's door open with someone's feet underneath.

Looking back at Sean Connery, he's got all the pieces but one together and the object looks very much like a gun--if guns were made out of legos and were primary colors. I look back around the SUV and notice Morgan Freeman shutting the door to the van, with a strap around his chest. He looks at me, slowly puts on his dark sunglasses, and reaches around to brandish his very large automatic weapon at me. Freaking out, I shake Connery by the shoulders, frantically telling him to hurry it up. He's still having trouble finding the correct place for the last piece. I look around the SUV again, and Freeman is walking towards us very slowly and calmly--with an unsettlingly stoic face--still with his gun pointed toward us.

I can't remember how many times I did this, but it seemed like I did it forever--peaking around the vehicle, then telling Connery to hurry up. Each time, Freeman was still some distance away, having not moved very far. Finally I scream at Connery (right next to his ear) to "look at his face!" and "don't you see he'll kill us both?!". My screams are so loud and obnoxious that Connery drops the last piece and it slides under the SUV. I dive after it, only to see Freeman's feet now right next to the vehicle. I again scream so loud that...

I wake up.

Man, the look on my family's face when I described this one to them...

**acatalephobic** · 02-19-2009 03:38 AM

#17.
[2/18/2009] - "Burn until purple!"

I'm in a very futuristic-looking apartment made of glass and something blue, with really weird furniture. I'm the only one around (odd for me), and I'm reading an email sent to me by two friends of mine that live in California.

I'm reading it over something that looks does not look very much like a computer--rectangular and without a screen or keyboard, the images are shown by a light shining upwards from the top of the box. Yet the thing still moves as slow as a computer with dial-up. Everytime I click on something, the contents are opened in a new window, overlapping the last image.

The email is also mostly blue, and it's like a newsletter of what my friends are up to. I click on some music they've made and listen to some songs that sound a lot like a band I know --but with one of my friends singing instead. I really wish I could remember what they called themselves; it was Clue, or Clap, or something else with a "CL".

Then I click on some recipes they've listed, and see one towards the end that involves "coillote" (or something to that effect), which is a very large/thick worm scaled like a centipede, with a sucker mechanism on its face. The recipe says nothing but "Burn until purple!". Something in my head says, hey, I've got one of those in the freezer.

I go to the other room--which now looks just like my house--to the freezer, and retrieve the worm from a round tupperware container. Ignoring the one and only rule of the recipe, I take the thing out and it's still moving really slowly. I guess that it's half frozen and mostly dead. I pace around deciding whether or not to eat it this way.

Eventually I'm in the bathroom--my bathroom--and decide it's okay. I just put the thing in my mouth, holding it there while I get a glass of water from the sink. It's moving around, and I can feel the scales moving and the inching movement of the worm in my mouth. I try to swallow it with a big gulp of water, but the sucking mechanism soon gets attached to the back of my throat.

I get so scared I will choke on it, that...

I wake up.

This is the first time in a long while that I've woken up by sitting straight up in my bed.

#18.
[2/18/2009] - How is it that I have a knack for ending up in jail without knowing why?

This dream starts at the theatre, where I'm none-too-pleased at being part of a performance. I'm walking out of the auditorium, when Elyse (whom I haven't seen in years) tries to stop me. I reason with her that I'm not needed for this point in the rehearsal. I end up having to physically move her out of the way to get to the lobby.

Once I get there, it's empty and I go to get a drink of water. Out of nowhere Alan (also haven't seen in years, but frequently turns up in my dreams) bursts through the front doors. He's out of breath and pale. I try to ask what he's running from but he's struggling to talk. Eventually he tells me that I will have to run too. We get outside, and run in the opposite direction of the parking lot.

As for the rest, I'm not sure how the dream picks up when it does, because the next thing I know I'm in a police station, in a room with a lot of people from highschool. We're all wearing navy-blue and white uniforms that look like parochial-school uniforms. I realize Alan and I have been arrested, and he's telling me a way that we can escape. It involves getting to the room where they keep wooden-passes much like the restroom passes we were forced to use during my school days.

After some planning we move out into the hallway together, and walk towards a turn to the left where there are a lot of official-looking doors. Just as we get to the door we assume holds the passes, we hear footsteps around the corner, and Alan dashes into a random doorway. I keep walking and run straight into a cop, and politely ask him if he knows where the restroom is. He points toward a small door built on a slant into the turn of the hallway. I open it and half to duck to get inside, because the restroom is as small and narrow as a locker. I remember it smelling like urine.

Somehow I'm able to peak through a crack above the door-jamb and watch as cops rush past after an intercom-message sounds, reporting a male who has "flown the coop". I hide the button-down portion of my uniform under a sweater I'm wearing, wait til everything seems clear, and emerge from the tiny bathroom. I walk back down the hallway, toward a group of people gathered near the exit of the police station. I get the idea that these people are all being released, and sit down next to a random boy and girl and pretend I'm with them.

After a few moments of discussion between the two of them, the boy gets up to leave with what appears to be his mother. I randomly wish him goodluck, and walk through the doors behind them into another lobby. There I see Sharon, in line for a much larger restroom. It's a doorway and short hallway that opens up into a very large room, with steps leading up to an open shower-room on the second floor. We're waiting for our turn to shower, and she mentions she didn't know I was able to leave yet. I convince her I am. We take off our clothes and grab towels, as it's about to be our turn to go up the stairs.

Once I get up there, I quickly walk as far as I can to the left, past the showers and into an enclosed room that looks like a small movie-theatre. There are a bunch of kids watching what appears to be Dance Dance Revolution on a screen, with various rappers that looked like cartoons giving commentary. The three kids in the back row are saying that each of the rappers "has a personality" which is shown through their cartoon character. One "is orange", another is "golden", and as the next one appears on the screen I tap one of the kids on the shoulder and say "yeah, and that one is stone". They seem to get kick out of this.

I motion for Sharon, who is showering some distance away, to come over and see this. As she's walking toward me...

I wake up.

P.S. - I don't know what I'm doing wrong...my recall is getting much better, but my lucidity has all but disappeared. There are things that trigger the realization that I'm dreaming, but it doesn't lead to lucidity the way it did the last time, or lengthened periods of lucidity like it did the first time. Am I not catching it quick enough?

**acatalephobic** · 02-20-2009 05:29 AM

#19.
[2/19/2009] - Birthday Cake-flavored ice cream & Running on all fours.

This description is pretty lengthy, but I can remember just about everything in great detail.

As I described in a thread, this small town has appeared in many dreams. It's never in the same place twice, and this is the closest it's ever appeared to my house:

I'm at a small get-together with my immediate family, in a house that is near my own. Paul is also there. It feels like a graduation party. I realize that I've left something important at my house and decide to walk to it, rather than use my car. I'm carrying a book, but I don't remember which one.

As I'm walking down the road I see that the hill in front of me is completely grassed over, as if there's no road at all. Because it is steep I get a running start at it, but when I get to the foot I switch to "running" on my hands and feet--something I've done before in other dreams. I'm grasping at the dirt and grass on the hill with my hands, to help propel myself up it. When I get to the top, there is a rural/foresty area at the top that stretches out in all directions--where the roads should be.

I think that perhaps I've overshot the distance or something, and decide to turn right towards the direction of my house. I'm walking through a loosely forested area, with a field lying fallow on my left. Besides the obvious geographical contradictions, it is also summertime in this dream; a time when the field would be full, even if it's winter in waking life. I walk for some distance, without any signs of civilization in sight.

Then out of nowhere, my foot lands on a sidewalk, and I look to my right and I'm on the main street of Cranberry--or Cranebury; still not sure which. I glance up and to my right, and there's the welcome sign (odd, considering, to my left is more of the town). For some reason I get the idea that if I walk straight through the town my house will be after it, on the same road. I start running again, but at more of a jogging pace.

As I come upon the art gallery, I see there's a new exhibit (it's different every time I'm in this town), so I decide to check it out. It's devoted to chess, but also another game in which players can purchase chess pieces to go along with their gameboard. There are some major pieces in the exhibit, but mostly they are crude drawings or graffiti. The entrance to the art gallery is right off the sidewalk; as you walk through, it's only hallway is a semi-circle that leads you right back to the sidewalk, a little further down from where you started.

As step back onto the sidewalk, there are a group of boys playing hackey-sack right outside the doorway. I accidentally step into their game and the hackey-sack hits my shoulder, but somehow that keeps the game in play. I tell them I'm sorry in passing, as I start jogging again down the street. Once they're a little ways away, I hear one of them say that I had "pretty feet". I look down and notice that I'm barefoot and my toes are the same dark iridescent green that they were when I went to bed.

I cross an adjoining street, and know that "The Scoop"--a quaint little old-fashioned ice cream shop--will be on my right. I'm still thinking about getting to my house, but I decide that I simply have to stop in for one bowl while passing through. When I get inside, there is a family across the room from me that I recognize as the family of a girl I knew in highschool. They of course don't recognize me. I walk toward the middle of the shop, and left into the alcove where you order. I order a bowl of lavendar-colored Birthday Cake-flavored ice cream, that tastes like it's been made with buttercream icing.

I take my bowl to a table over to the right, and sit down. There is a couple sitting in a table in front of mine, but the man is facing me and the woman is also facing me--instead of towards the man, as the table would permit. There is no silverware set out on the table, so I decide to use my fingers to eat the ice cream. I try picking out pieces of it, but it just slides right through. So I use my fingers as chopsticks, and this works much more efficiently. The ice cream was so good, I almost didn't want to finish it.

I hear the man at the table harumph a bit, and the woman goes up to the ordering area. He says out loud but more to himself, "What the funk is wrong with this place..." I look up, and realize he's looking at a menu. I tell him that there are no waiters here; you have to order and retrieve it yourself. He says "yes but they want to serve the appetizers with the meal, instead of before". I tell him he should just order them first then, and the meal after.

I put my bowl away and leave, headed back toward my house which is still quite a ways away. I pick up my pace a bit, and nearly interrupt a car trying to turn onto the main street. Luckily the older man driving is moving very slowly, and I see him just prior to crossing.

On the next block there is a shop window to my right that is completely glass, and I see children inside practicing classical-style dancing of some kind. I wish I could remember the name of this place, because I remember thinking it must be new--since I've never seen it in this town, in any of the dreams I've had before about it.

After passing it I can see a long stretch of open road after Cranberry ends, and my house is off in the distance. I pick up my pace again, remembering my family and Paul is still waiting for me to return to the grad-party--which now seems so far away in time.

I wake up. Without ever having reached my house; my original destination in the beginning of the dream.

The vividity and recall of this dream is more advanced than others I've been having lately, so hopefully I'm on the right track...

**acatalephobic** · 02-21-2009 05:31 AM

#20.
[2/20/09] - An odd criteria for getting married, I'd say.

All I can remember is a television screen filling up my vision. I'm watching a trivia gameshow that I have the feeling I've seen before, but the name escapes me right now. The screen is split--1/3 on the top, 2/3 on the bottom--and the sides have film edges on them. Between the changes of contestants, they play short clips of interviews with each group.

There is a young engaged couple who are about to play and the male is shown getting his lip pierced. He also has the lower portion of his right eyelid pierced. He's saying that if he "doesn't win the money to get his other two piercings done, he won't be happy getting married". Then he dedicates the game they are about to play to his mom. The female goes on a long strange rant about herself and refers to herself in the third person, accompanied by an animated clip. There's a video of the man's mother getting her dental filling filed. I cringe.

There is also an animated shot of a beautiful large classical-style schooner sailing on calm seas to the left of the screen.

Wake up.

Confusion.
I don't know where this came from, because I've barely watched any television at all lately. I do like trivia games though.

Weird also, that almost all I can remember of the dream was animated--except for the dental filing, and the parts where contestants played the game--and the general look of the screen.

**acatalephobic** · 02-22-2009 04:53 AM

#21.
[2/21/2009] - Slightly-Morbid DV Video Game

I'm on DV, and there's a thread that says to look in the mountains in the banner to play a game. I notice there are three tiny "windows" in the mountain. For some reason I think I remember the one all the way to the left has always been there, so I click on that one.

It take me to a game that is supposed to build my dream control somehow. It involves flying and driving some sort of snowmobile, and possibly other things. Once I've clicked the tiny "window", it zooms into a close-up shot of the mountain, and there are caves I can fly into. Flying is hard because I have to keep tapping the space bar, and controlling the angle at the same time without getting too high or low in the air. Kind of like keeping Mario afloat while swimming.

The characters are really tiny, and I can see myself and some members others flying through the same cave. Once inside, the screen says to "Visit ____'s Dream Journal" to "rescue him"--I wish I could remember who it was I was supposed to save, but all I remember is that the name had all lowercase letters in it. I manage to find their DJ, and pick up their tiny icon while I'm flying. Their icon looked like a yeti.

After I pick them up I'm told to take them to some other location on the mountain. Here's where I switch to driving the snowmobile. I drive the two of us toward a hill, and then the hill turns into the narrowest of lanes that follows the very top of the mountain. It's snow-covered, and I feel very sure we'll fall off. After the very narrow line of the peaks, there are a series of small hills of varying heights. I manage to make it up the first few.

Once past those, the hills get much larger and steeper. I get up a few more, but my momentum runs out at the foot of a hill that's so steep it's beginning to take the shape of a semi-circle bending backward on itself. I decide to go backward down the hills, to pick up more speed. Somehow I manage to do this successfully, and try again. But as soon as I get the the very same hill I stopped at, the snowmobile overturns and both of our icons are seen lying under it.

The screen said something like "acatalephobic and _______: killed by: acute overdose of pressure to the head."

I wake up.

Sorry to however I took down with me in that one. Surely it was unintentional.

After going back to sleep, I have another dream that I'm sure was longer and much more interesting. But the only thing I remember is just moments before waking up. I remember dunking a chocolate-chip cookie into coffee and it got so hot it went all melty and gooey and delicious. I said something like "It's nothing you need to worry about".

This time when I wake up, I've got the song "Two Blue Lights" by Songs Ohia in my head. I haven't listened to that particular song in at least 24 hours, I'm sure.

I often wake up with random songs in my head, sometimes one's I haven't heard for months or even years. Maybe I should start including those...

**acatalephobic** · 02-23-2009 05:52 PM

#23.
[2/22/2009] - Just another reason to hate Wal-Mart.

First, a very long and convoluted dream I had some trouble following. What I can remember of this one is as follows:

Starts at a party at my ex's house. But in the dream we're still together. We're holding hands and whispering dirty things to each other as the guests arrive. A lot of people from the old crew are there, and some other people from highschool. Alan is there again. We sit in a big smoking circle in the garage and I point out that it's the largest one I've ever been in, I'm guessing about 20-30 people.

Alan is sitting near me and tries to make a move on me, but I tell him I'm still with my ex. He points and tells me I should take my cue from him. I look where he's pointed and notice my ex making out with a girl that I went to summer camp in Florida with. I get up to go in the house, and run into said ex's mother. I tell her what's happened and she asks me why it bothers me. I say something to the effect that I'm capable of "holding a good conversation with him", and I'm not just concerned about his looks. Everyone from the garage soon comes inside, and I find myself sitting next to the two of them and Alan. The girl keeps tapping me on my shoulder repeatedly and real annoying-like, and after a few times I thwamp her on the head with a notebook saying "I could do without that!"

She asks me what my problem is and in front of the whole roomful of people I tell her my ex "never wears anything but boxer shorts", then turn to him and say that " her orgasms sound like a hoot owl and her tits are small and square." Promptly leave, after that outburst.

Next thing I know I'm in my room and Stephanie is standing on my dresser wearing fairy wings. I'm going to paint her. I'm also putting blue make-up on her, to make it look like she's been frozen. I'm telling her about what happened with Paul at the party. Once I do, I somehow go back and "re-live" parts of the dream over again. After that, I'm back with Stephanie and she gives me a hug to comfort me. She wants to see her blue makeup so I hand her a mirror, and get a glimpse of myself as I'm passing it to her. I find I look very much as though I've been frozen--strong blue-ish tint to my skin and hair and purple-ish lips.

The next thing I know I'm running through the Wal-Mart parking lot holding an ice-cream cone. I'm trying to get it inside so I can by something to put on it, and give to someone as a present. I get the distinct feeling that I've done this in another dream. Only this time, it's nighttime and snowing. Someone is walking a baby on a leash (which I remember thinking seemed harsh, due to the snow), and the cars are parked so wapperjawed that I'm prevented from getting inside. The ice cream starts to melt. I think to myself that this is "another valid reason to hate Wal-mart".

Wake-up.

Back to sleep, have another strange dream that lasted for quite a while. But I only remember the last moments of it.

My Dad was telling an interviewer about the dreams he has, and said that in them "you'll find every creature you can imagine, and some you can't".

Wake-up.

#24.
"Not again!"

Back to sleep again, and have another dream that's really hard to follow. I can only remember bits and pieces.

It starts in my backyard where we're having some kind of community garage sale. I'm setting up my little area, next to someone I went to grade-school with. For some reason, all the items I'm selling belong to my Aunt.

In the garage, everyone's standing around, and I notice someone is getting an award. It's a short hispanic man I don't recognize with an odd name--Togo, or Tollo, or something--and he's getting an award for selling the most items. We all clap for him and he's beaming, with fists up in the air.

Next thing I know I'm in jail, sitting at a table with kids I went to highschool with. Actually, it seems more like a juvenile detention center of sorts. We're taking a test, and I remember telling the people at my table that "I know it's a pass/fail thing; no percentages".

Afterward, I'm talking to a girl near me who's telling me she got put here because she assaulted her attacker after being raped. As soon as she does, another girl from a table nearby calls her name, from this I understand that girl one had raped girl two, prior to being raped herself. They both start crying and hug each other. This whole thing gets me all emotional and I cry too.

Soon after, authorities hand out laptops for us to do homework of sorts on, and I remember seeing an animated clip of Ariel from the Little Mermaid snogging some other female Disney character. I say out loud, "not again!".

Then we're doing drills outside that for some reason involved using bb-guns for some sort of target practice. I remember thinking it odd that they'd give bb-guns to kids in juvey, because we're all still in uniforms. Stephanie says something to me about Paul, and when I look to my left, she's standing next to me in uniform as well.

But upon closer inspection, I realize this "Stephanie" is really a lifesize cardboard cutout. I reach over with my finger, and knock it over.

Immediately after, I'm in my house again and it's totally empty. I get the feeling I've smoked pot somehow, and I'm super hungry. I'm searching for Subway that I know to be somewhere in the house.

I wake up.

Upon waking up, I for some reason have the song "Fifteen Keys" by Uncle Tupelo in my head. And I'm honestly suprised that the cardboard cutout nonsense didn't wake me up first.

All of these dreams are definately a result of lack of sleep and a migraine. But if it weren't for the migraine I had all night, I might've sleep straight through and not remembered as much.

Later the next morning, I have a short dream where the time somehow went from 8:45am to 3:00pm in a matter of minutes. Thinking I missed my appointment, I start freaking out.

I get so upset that I wake up to find that it's still 8:47. Sigh of relief.

Ugh, those kind of dreams always wake me up in a cold sweat.

**acatalephobic** · 02-28-2009 10:01 PM

#25.
[2/28/2009] - Impromptu Bellydancing

At the point that my memory picks up:

I'm walking towards a place I've been to in other dreams; a large public beach, at the foot of a steep hill. I'm barefoot and not wearing a bathing suit for some reason. The steps leading down to the beach are crowded with people, moreso than in the other dreams I've had about this place.

There is a ride of sorts, like a conveyor belt with small square seats on it. You sit on the seats, and the conveyor takes you down the hill and into the water like a rollercoaster. I get on the ride, but they tell me I can't use it because I haven't got a bathing suit on. This pisses me off a touch, since I've already sat down and gotten the seat of my denim shorts wet.

I get off the ride, and decide to leave being that the rest of beach is so crowded there's barely room to lay down a blanket. I head back up the steps, and this time at the top of the hill there's a lobby of sorts. For some reason there are metal bleachers inside. It's also quite crowded and people are milling about, coming and going from the beach. I sit on the bleachers, and strike up a conversation with the stranger next to me. As we talk, I'm looking around the room and notice some people seem out of place. Some people are dressed for the beach, but others are wearing winter clothes.

A really stunning girl walks in the front doors, and seems to be looking for someone. She decides to take off her top and do a bellydance. As she does, the lights in the lobby simultaneously change to resemble those at a dance-club, and middle-eastern music filters into the lobby from unknown origins.

When she's done dancing she puts her shirt back on, and simply walks off again as quickly as she came. The lights return to normal and the music abruptly ends. I have some trouble believing that anyone but me saw this little peepshow, because after she leaves I look around to see everyone still milling about as if nothing happened.

More things happen after this whole bit, but my recall of them is dim.

I wake up with the song "Mahgeetah" by My Morning Jacket stuck in my head.

#26.
After going to sleep, I have a very short dream that abruptly ends by me being awoken by a friend.

The entire dream consists of me trying to make a list. The items on the list are all things that cause a person to "forget" about different body parts, i.e. crossing your legs at the knee, sitting on hands or feet until the fall asleep, etc. This list seems very important, as if it has some kind of deeper metaphorical purpose.

I wake up to someone tickling the soles of my feet.

This dream may have something to do with the fact that I've been reading up on proprioception.

P.S. - I'm starting to notice a lot of changes in my dreams since I've been keeping a dream journal...or maybe they're just pre-existing patterns I'm just now noticing. It used to be that nearly all the characters in my dream were people I know in waking life, but now nearly all of them are unfamiliar to me. I've also noticed how often I visit the same places in dreams. Almost all of the places I visit semi-regularly are places I've never been to in real life, but my mind seems to have gotten familiar with them because they are always laid out the same way. I think I will start doing some dream cartography to keep track of all the reoccuring elements to see what insight it might yield.

**acatalephobic** · 03-02-2009 01:31 AM

#27.
[3/1/2009] - "Maybe the Young Republicans have finally gotten hip", and a cameo by Joaquin Phoenix.

At the point that my memory really picks up:

I'm at some sort of protest, with a family I've been staying with for the earlier part of the dream; a family I don't know in real life. They are in charge of the protest, and are trying to explain to me why the "monopoly on toys" should be abolished. After some explaining, they ask me to get up on stage with them and make some sort of proclamation of the information they've just given me. I agree; the crowd cheers.

The view immediately pans upward and zooms in toward the building behind me, in front of which the protest is taking place. An executive type is seen rushing down the stairs, looking angry about whatever it is I've just said.I realize that the family has tricked me into saying something they knew would get me into trouble.

Police sirens are heard in the distance, and the crowd scatters. I make for the store on the first floor of the building. In the large multilevel display window I see a cartoon-y snowman descending on a pedestal toward me. His eyebrows are down-turned and he's wagging his finger at me in a menacing way. The store turns out to be some kind of old-fashioned candy store. A security guard rushes into the store and asks if anyone from the protest has come into the store. I turn to the owner and make up something about being mad they don't have the particular kind of candy that I want to purchase, and demand he tell me where I could find it elsewhere. The owner waves off the security guard, and after he leaves I slip out the door as well.

I turn down an alleyway and start running at full speed. At the end there's a turn to the left and I take it, only to see cop cars pulling into the parking lot in front of me. I turn back around and run the opposite way, and find myself at the back of the building; there are more cop cars pulling up to block off the street ahead. There are stairs leading up the the second floor of the building and I decide to take them, but out of nowhere Joaquin Phoenix steps in front of me with his arms crossed. He's looking very official and I get the impression he's some sort of undercover security guard. I explain to him that I've been tricked, and try to charm him into being merciful with me.

Apparently it works, because he walks up the stairs with me and holds my hand, so that it appears I'm with him to avoid attention. We slip into the building and walk alongside a tour group of some kind. There is a large young man walking next to me and for some reason I get on his shoulders. He carries me through the building, which I now understand is a convention hall of some kind. The tour group is walking past all of the various rooms in which meetings for all manner of organizations are taking place. As we walk past one particular room, the man who's shoulders I'm riding on asks if the group is The Young Republicans. I tell him I don't believe it is, because all the people in the room seem very young and...less-than-mainstream, I then say "but who knows, maybe some Republicans have finally gotten hip."

Joaquin Phoenix gestures for the two of us to follow him through a side door, but we wave him off and proceed to the woman standing at a podium outside the room. It turns out she's my highschool band director. She asks us for our names, and we make up some false names for ourselves. She writes them down in a book on the podium, and promptly hands each of us a joint. I turn to the man and say, "hey, this must be the groups in favor of the legalization of marijuana!" We sit down in the circle, and immediately light up our joints, take drags, and pass them to the left. The boy on my left is young, relatively attractive, and sporting a droopy blue mohawk. He smiles at me.

After my first hit, I feel almost immediately high; like, really high. I turn to the man I came with, and he's now a girl a I went to highschool with. She is obviously high as well, and we giggle uncontrollably. I look up on the wall and notice that the room is decorated with all kinds of antique telescopes of different sizes and styles. This intrigues me. I hear someone say something about shrooms, and the ceiling starts to go all wonky; there are drawings/engravings of some sort that all begin to smear and morph. I see a tree, and all of a sudden mushrooms appear at the bottom of the trunk. Another joint is coming around, but I'm giggling too hard, and pass it instead to the cute boy on my left. He smiles again, and kisses my shoulder. I kiss him on the cheek.

The next thing I know, someone mentions a song called "Black(Glass?) House", and for some reason I associate it with Jesus and the Mary Chain. The whole circle starts singing along to it. From out of nowhere I produce a sketchbook, and begin to sketch a black house on very tall stilts. The sketchbook takes up all of my vision as I draw, and two boys appear inside the drawing on the porch of the house. Everything I'm drawing looks like it's in pencil except for the two boys who look realistic. They too are singing along with the song.

I wake up singing the words to the song out loud, with my eyes closed. Realizing I've woken up, I try as hard as I can to get back into the dream, but it's gone. I wish that I could remember the words to the song now, but they too are gone.

At least Joaquin Phoenix is explainable, because I saw him on Letterman the other night.

If only I could figure out where that song came from...

**acatalephobic** · 03-03-2009 11:26 PM

#28.
[3/2/2009] - Dichotomy Confusion.

I'm at a school of sorts that looks nothing like any I've ever been to. It's the end of the school-day and students are milling around in a lobby-like area that has a stage in it. A friend from elementary school is there, but has an unusual moustache; it is twisted into many small spikes that protrude out perpendicular to his face. My ex's brother is there with a moustache of his own, and is asking how/why Ben wears his moustache in such an unusual way.

Amanda is there--whom I haven't seen in ages--and something gives me the impression that we are dating. She's waiting for me at my locker so that we can leave together. The two of us go to Denny's. Jordan, Stephanie, and Laura are there at a booth waiting for us. For some reason in my mind I associated Denny's as the place that all lucid dreamers go; either as a meeting place, or a dream-lobby of sorts. There are two seats left at their booth for Amanda and I to join them. I make the comment that "more and more people have been showing up to dream lately", and I'm glad that "our own group is growing".

I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Once inside, I decide to show them some neat lucid tricks, and pull out a handful of random objects from my purse. I decide that I want them to represent the qualities that are "in between dichotomies". First I set the criteria that I don't want them to either round or angular, and the objects all take on different random abstract shapes that remind me of bizarrely-misshapen puzzle pieces. Then I determine that I don't want them to be either white or black, and the objects all become varying shades of gray; green-gray, blue-gray, red-gray, etc. I then decide that I don't want them to be either light or heavy. The objects immediately ball onto the tile floor, and I bend down to retrieve them only to find that I can't remove them from the tile. They're immovable. I decide to put a wet towel over them, to try and loosen them.

I understand that in trying to make the objects neutral--or, in the exact middle of any given dichotomy--I've somehow "confused" the objects. Not confused my own understanding of the objects, but actually confused the objects themselves as to their own nature.

At this point I hear a knock on the door, and it's Stephanie. She says "Something just happened, you might want to come out here". I got the impression that in manipulating the objects I'd simultaneously affected the rest of restaurant and the other dreamers in some way. This causes me much distress, so I try to hide the objects on the floor before anyone sees them.

I wake up.

Oddly enough, there was talk of lucidity, and the objects I wanted to change seemed to change without much effort...only I don't ever remember having a conscious realization of lucidity. So I'm not counting it as lucid.

**acatalephobic** · 03-18-2009 12:47 AM

#29.
[3/17/2009] - Predatory Scuffle.

Had a dream where Spill was a leopard and I was a jaguar. Both of us were also lions at one point. She was trying to scare me away from Paul, who oddly enough was human.

She was saying that the two of them were meant to be, and I was saying that we choose to be together. She argued that I'd broken his heart, and I argued that she isn't a good friend to him.

Everytime I advanced toward him or vice versa, she would growl and swipe at me, then turn around and growl at him. He obviously seemed very scared and vexed by the whole thing.

I told her that if she was mean to him everytime we wanted to interact, then she only liked him for "the things he did for her, and not for who he really is."

The two of us became a lionesses again and I told her that if she didn't "release him from her stranglehold, I'd be forced to attack her both mentally and physically."

I woke up before the showdown could take place.

#30.
Full-Sensory Painting of a Tree.

Later that night I dream:

That it's me, Paul, Ottie, and Spill sharing some apartment together.

Ottie is showing us this really awesome painting he did of a tree that is so large, it's an entire wall. It's partly 3D, with certain areas of the trunk, branches, and leaves jutting out away from the wall. We all admiring it, of course.

Then he turns off the lights, and shows us that there are areas in the painting that light up. There are fairies scattered about the tree whose wings light up, and there are some animals holding tiny lanterns. Most areas kind of glow, as if they are illuminated from behind.

One part--a large hole near the base of the treetrunk--is actually a hole made into the wall, and there's a little ember of fire inside. Ottie pushes on a knot just below the hole, and air fans the flame inside the hole. It's as if the knot on the trunk is the bellows of the tree.

As he presses on the knot, a low noise is heard. At first the three of us are scared, but he explains that the painting is overtop of a wall that has bellows from a church organ behind it. He points to the partly-visible root system, where he has exposed some ends of the bellows. We are all amazed at his creativity.

Paul and I go about pressing different knots and even pulling on branches, each of which cause the tree to emit a different noise.

Spill chimes in saying something about how bellows have to be a certain length so she's skeptical of the whole thing. She then launches into some long tangent about sikhs--some instrument they build in the desert--and about how the desert is the best climate to build them in, yadda yadda blah.

By the time she runs out of breath or thoughts, I'm laying on a table in my robe, looking in the direction of the painting and away from her. I get the feeling the boys must have been intently watching her, because she peaks her head into my line of vision and tilts it sarcastically. She says, "what, don't you believe me?"

I sigh, knowing how she loves to be the center of attention. I rise to get up and say to her, "It's not that, it's just that the tree is far more interesting." She huffs a bit, ruffled by this, and to avoid confrontation I immediately follow with "Is anyone planning on taking a shower soon?"

Ottie jumps up and sprints toward the bathroom, and I sigh because I know I need to take one before nine o'clock for some reason.

The idea of missing one makes me so distraught that I wake up. At about 8:15.

#31.
Hybrid Fruits, Mom's on Meth Again, and Broadway-Themed Venting.

Here's where things start to get really befuddling:

In my next dream my mom is going on a business trip and invites be to go along. We book a room in this very nice--but tiny--hotel. She goes off to her first seminar, and I stay back to check out the hotel.

It seems really elegant, except for the room downstairs. It's a huge pantry of sorts, where people leave there food to prevent mice from getting into the hotel rooms. On my way back up to the room, I notice a sign that says a theatre group will be having a party that night.

Once back in our room, I decide to lay down and wait for my mom to get back. I keep watching the clock, and I'm realizing that it's getting late and she should be back by then. I start to get worried. Finally she returns, and shrugs off any questions I have about why it took her so long.

We're both hungry, so we go to the take-out place next door. We order a family meal of sorts to share. Once back in the room I offer to go get her a soda, because I'm getting one for myself. I do, and when I get back all the food is gone. An entire 4-person meal is gone in what seemed like 5 minutes.

I get irritated, and head down to the basement pantry. I plan to eat anything small, provided the person has stored plenty of it. When I get there I find a few really strange items on the table. There's the outsides of what look like a straberry, with the middle perfectly scooped out. There is also some corncobs that look like they haven't been cooked.

I try the strawberry first, and I find that it's some kind of hybrid between an apple and a strawberry. It's really tasty, but I have a really hard time chewing it. Then I take the corncob over the the sink and run it under some boiling hot water, I'm guessing to mimick being cooked. As the corn gets hot, the kernels pop out into tiny grayish-yellow mushrooms. I eat those, and they're also good.

By the time I'm getting ready to leave, a whole group of people comes in and starts laying huge dishes of food on the table. They spot me with the corncob still in my hand, and a half-empty bag of cheesepuffs [odd, because I hate those things in real life]. One lady in particular is giving me a suspicious eye, so I hand her the corncob and tell her to keep the cheesepuffs, then get the heck out of there. On the way up the stairs I see an old theatre friend of my mom's.

When I get back to the room, the door is ajar and I get rather scared. I peek in to see my mom slumped over the toilet, with the bathroom door also ajar. There is a half-naked younger woman on the bed I was sleeping on. I scream at them, asking what the hell is going on, and only the random lady responds. She says my mom "has had too much." "Of what?!" I scream. At this second shrill scream my mom lifts her head a tiny bit and mumbles something incoherently, before taking a hit off a bowl of unknown origins.

The girl on the bed tells me it's meth, and I go bananas. I go over and shake my mom saying it's impossible she's on drugs, and that I'm hungry but she ate all the food, and where did she get money to buy meth? My mom is still in a weird stupor, and thinks there is still food. She opens up the styrofoam container to prove it, but there's nothing inside except for a single green bean. I get so angry that I storm out of the room and the hotel, and onto the street.

For some reason it's light outside again and I run into Paul. I tell him I need to get away, and we go for a walk. After some time we run into my Aunt and she tells me I should go to her ex-husband and see what my mom's up to. I say that I know she's on drugs, but she just points to what looks like a courthouse. Paul and I get inside, and sure enough my ex-uncle is selling tickets to a show of sorts. He's wearing the type of visor that bookies wear. The tickets say "Bitch", 5$.

I push through the packed crown into the area with tiny room with the stage. My mom is up there singing a Cabaret-style song about me being a bitch, and parading a bunch of lookalikes of me, one-by-one through the stage like a fashion show. She singing about what I presume to be my complaints to her; "how there's never food in the house", which "isn't clean enough for me". Everyone in the crowd thinks its hilarious. I'm fuming, and need the keys to the hotel room to get my things.

I storm up the side-stairs that lead to the rear of the stage, and sneak up behind her. I roar, "BITCH, WHERE'S the KEYS?" She flinches, and nearly falls off the stage. I grab her by the back of the shirt, and dangle her over the edge, until someone comes to help her down. She starts crying, and the crowd is shocked.

I wake up.

Later in the morning, I also had a dream about a sort of Chuckie Cheese for adults, highschool band, paper snowflakes, and Alan hitting on me. At some point I look up to the sky and see a flock of gigantic birds flying overhead. One looks like a penguin with a tail and it looks down at me, smiles, and waves as he flies by.

So, apparently my dreams get progressively weirder as the night goes on...

**acatalephobic** · 03-20-2009 01:16 AM

#32.
[3/19/2009] - Split Mattresses, Bob Saget, and Paper Weddings.

I'm living in some sort of dorm with Paul. For some reason every time I leave the dorm to walk around the school, it's always night time.

Spill and Diz are staying in a room nearby, and I walk over to invite them over to our room while Paul is out. They agree, and I show them I've just bought some movies that Spill likes. They're laying on a bed that's split longways. I'm under the bed as I'm talking to them, and using my legs like a bicycle, I am propelling them into the air on seperate halfs of the bed. They are riding the mattresses like ponies, and seem to be enjoying it.

Later I go to pick up some food and when I get back, the two have moved in. As I'm figuring this out Spill walks out of the adjoining room, followed by Paul wearing a turtleneck. Diz is asleep on my bed. I tell Paul if it wasn't for me being "scared of being in this new place alone", I'd just move to Spill's old room.

Next thing I know it's a party. People from highschool, my cousin, and even one of the older guys I used to work with is there. My cousin makes a graham-cracker dish, with layers of cream cheese, nacho cheese, and guacamole. I try it so that I don't hurt her feelings, and it actually ends up tasting okay.

Alan and his friend are there I'm telling them that I envy boys because they "don't have to buy a swimsuit to go swimming". Alan tells me that really, girls don't have to either and that we "just have better fashion sense". They don't like the graham-cracker stuff.

After the party's over, two very oddly-dressed young girls remain on the couch. One is wearing a costume that makes her look like a huge diamond, and it seems to me that this is normal dress for her. She's using a phone that looks like a laptop. When she gets a call, she presses a button and the screen zooms out to show a map of the U.S. She says that when she gets unwanted calls, she just "blasts them with her trident". The ring she's wearing has a trident on it, and she touches it to the source of the call and a tiny explosion is seen on the map.

The girl's Dad appears to be Bob Saget, who then sits down and takes away the laptop saying that to do such a thing is "just rude". He then begins to use the laptop himself. I look at the screen of her friend's phone/laptop. She's explaining something to me, but now I can't remember what it was.

Her friend looks normal except for a very structural and futuristic-looking hairdo. She's wearing a diamond necklace that is so shiney that when she moves around or turns toward me a prism is sent into my eye, like the light hitting it is being captured by a camera lens.

On the front of the screen, a trailer for a movie is being shown. It's some movie called "Send Me Your Papers" or something like that. It's about a fairy that recycles the world's paper.

For some reason the dream changes, and I'm inside the movie. I can see the fairy, and as she's talking about the benefits of recycling, a wedding dress is literally being formed around her piece-by-piece by small bits of paper. She at first seems kind and generally fairy-like, until she begins walking away from the camera. She is saying that the world believes they are doing a good thing by sending her their paper, but little do they know it's simply a ploy to build her a wedding for free.

She's surveying everything around her, and it's an entire wedding display made of paper. The canopy, the flowers, and the cake, are all made of stacked rows of small pieces of paper. There is even a waterfall that cascades paper, and a large birdcage made of paper complete with paper doves. I begin to wonder if the groom is actually made of paper as well.

The "fairy" is slowly getting drunk with power, and her dress is now comically large. She says that when her wedding is over, she will have no need for this anymore. She takes a match to the birdcage, and it is quickly engulfed in flames.

I wake up.

**acatalephobic** · 05-27-2009 12:04 AM

#33.
The party turns against me.

I'm locked in my room, there is a party going on
Josh is trying to kill me; it's explained why in the dream, but I can't remember now
All his friends came in one by one with weapons to interrogate me
Dizzle cuts off my right big toe with a giant machete, that has an extra blade attatched to it
I pull my foot up to inspect the damage
Blood squirts out like in a B-movie, and gets all over the walls
He says he didn't want to do it but that he had to
I try to escape out my window, to no avail

I wake up without remembering how that one ended up, or even a great amount of detail in it.

#34.
Mysterious bike and nomad hippies.

I have an old-style chrome and rainbow-colored bike with fins, headlights, and sparkly pom-poms on the handlebars sitting in my backyard by the barn
For some reason I'm topless at the computer, when I see two men wandering around the backyard
Thought they were spying on me but I realized one was trying to steal my bike
Other man walked up toward the house shirtless, and with a very confused look on his face
Thought it was George Costanza for a minute
But when he walked up to the window I realized it was just someone who looked a lot like him
Mom, Rosie, and Millie are home and I tell mom about the weird guys in the backyard
She shrugs it off as normal
We had left the dogs outside, when they came in Rosie had shrunk dramatically, in a weird way
I warmed her up and she returned to normal size
Playing with her on the ground, looking up at her, seeing her smile with her eyes closed and wanting to take a picture of her from that angle
Fell asleep, woke up and Mom and dogs were gone
There are colorful skirts and dresses hanging up in the hallway
Saw Paul stretched out in the grass, and called out to him
Walked out the back door toward him but then realized it was a tiny gray kitten instead
I cry because it reminds my of my kitty who just got hit by a car
Then noticed a group of hippies standing against the wall on the porch
They were passing through and looking for a place to crash
I'm wary of letting them in since I'm now alone
Tell them to try the house next door, because they have a shed and are pot smokers
Also tell them they are welcome to our barn, but that it's messy
Afterwards I notice a pretty blonde hippie girl with a headband on looking around in the grass for something
She says she thought I had lost my ring and was looking for it for me
There is a boy sitting on a blanket near her and he thinks I'm sad so he tries to give me a handful of yellow pills with stars on them
He says they're acid and I decline, telling him I don't do acid
He shrugs, and hands me different handful of purple pills, and tells me they're ecstasy
I don't want to seem rude, so I take one, but cut it in half
It tastes like extremely bitter grapes, with a cough medicine twist
I walk over to the sink to get some water and try to spit out some of the pill
Notice a whole lot of random hippies wandering through my yard
Out the window I can see the sun is rising in purples pinks and yellows and it's beautiful against the silhouettes of the trees
I see two cartoon-like drawings attached by a flower to a cup in the sink
It's the headbanded blonde, the boy on the blanket, and two other people
I get the feeling the girl in the headband was a girl that went to my grade school for a short time
The other seem coincidental as well, but I don't know exactly why
I feel bad that they have nowhere to stay so I go into the bathroom to get blankets for them
But the half of a pill knocks me out instead

I wake up for real, in the same way I had in the dream; looking up at my mom's ceiling.
It take me a minute to realize it was a dream, but when I do I immediately feel bad that I hadn't invite them inside.

Oh yeah, there was one other dream...the only thing I can recall is that at one point I was in a field(?), and there was a group of kids attacking me. I was throwing rocks at them, but when I ran out of rocks I somehow got the idea to "push" strong waves of air at them with my fingertips...? I could see the ripples going towards them in the air. My fingers felt hot, like I electricity was passing through them. I have no idea where that came from, but I know I've never tried it before.

Weird.

**acatalephobic** · 07-09-2009 09:28 PM

#35.
Sadly, a Fragment.

My friend and I are in a submarine vehicle that looks like space shuttle on the inside. We're sliding down a tube [possibly something's throat], in order to return an adorable but strange creature to it's normal habitat before it dies on us.

The creature looks like a small puppy but is aqua-marine, has webbed feet, and flared gills. It in some ways it reminds me of the flying creature from the Neverending Story.

The scared look in it's eyes and the way it shivers lets me know it too is scared it might die.

**acatalephobic** · 07-09-2009 09:42 PM

#36.
Yet another unexplained cameo.

At the very end I was walking along a boardwalk at the edge of a very green park. It felt like Central Park, but the geography wasn't right. On the opposite side of the boardwalk, water stretched out indefinately.

The boardwalk was covered in messages people had written; apparently if you carved your message in, it was transmitted to the world somehow. I found a gargoyle, and decided to write my message on it.

But I was then distracted by Ben Gibbard, who was playing accoustic guitar on a small circular platform that looked like it was once the base of a fountain. I want to say that he was playing a Beatles song, but I'm not positive now. Next to him was his old flame. He looked at me and smiled, and nodded to the group of girls near where he was sitting.

They were laying in profile on the ground, laughing and curling their bodies in a strange fashion. Each body was posed in a shape that looked like the outline of a bird. They were wiggling their hands at the wrists, and making an interlocking human chain of sorts.

They were trying to make a circle, but didn't have enough links.

...I think I was expected to join in, but I was so confused by the whole thing that I woke up instead.

**acatalephobic** · 07-09-2009 10:11 PM

#37.
Corpses and Sexy Lingerie.

I'm rooming Spill [who hates me in real life] and one other girl in a dorm of sorts. Although the apartment is located in a dingy, dimly-lit, rundown building, the our place is really nice.

A college counselor is there, and I'm discussing with her the fact that I have no money to eat. She tells me she could make me a mathlete. I ask "if you do, can I have free reign over the eat fridge?" There are two refridgerators in one room; one marked "eat" that is full to the brim, and an empty one for students without a meal plan. Spill uses the eat fridge, and heats up a "Chicken Parm Pizza".

A girl named Mark comes out of nowhere, saying that she's being ignored and wants to leave. I walk her out, and she tells me to come to her place anytime, "you just take a left, and you're there." Back inside, there is a tiny open patio area sandwiched between two rooms. It has lawn furniture in it, and I can see Spill's pizza on the table.

As I look beneath the table, I see the red-headed and mustaschioed face of a corpse that is squeezed between the walls. His feet are hanging over into the hallway. One foot is slightly black and grayish-blue, so he's obviously been there for a while. I ask Spill if she's aware that there is a dead body in our apartment and she shrugs it off as normal. In the kitchen, shoved up on top of the cabinets is another corpse, this one a female.

I cannot understand how this is normal, so I leave to call my mom and ask her what to do. But there is no service in the dank housing building so I'm just wandering. As I'm walking I run into the Decker Twins and their mother, who's faces suggest they are unimpressed with the place.

I'm trying to find my way back to my apartment, and pass a bunch of gothpunk-type kids standing at the entrance to their apartment. One asks me my name and shakes my hand. He has funny hands; disproportionately small and pointy-looking. He says I have strong hands. I tell him he has soft hands. He mocks offense, but I tell him that "if my hands are manly than his must be feminine".

He invites me in, and I realize they have turned their dorm into a sex/head shop. All the merchandise is on tables or walls that can be flipped over to hide their contents and reveal a normal apartment space. He walks me around, and I point out things that I like. One was a ceramic leaf with little naked faeries on it. He says something about how I like "little things."

I'm looking at a bin of 44cent pins. Someone behind me says that they're a ripoff, "because they really buy them for 15cents". I say that it's no matter, 44cents is still a good price. I'm trying to find one I like, when all of a sudden police sirens call out.

Everyone gets scared, and starts flipping over the merchandise. The boy points to a door nearby, and I decide to hide from the cops. The door leads to a long downward ramp, and then to a basement. In the far left corner there is a tiny closet. I get in, and the boy follows. We close the door.

I say to him, "maybe they're just inspecting, maybe they don't mean any trouble." He looks at me with an extremely scared and serious face. He slowly shakes his head, and says, "No. They're all wearing thongs."

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Spontaneous Mental Combustion. [acatalephobic's Dream Journal]

first childhood dream i can remember:

one of the more realistic, yet still undoubtedly ridiculous dreams:

one of my favorite completely absurd dreams:

some more random tidbits from my former dream journal:

now i can get to the more recent ones:

just a few more recent ones before i can be mostly up-to-date:

a day- and then a night-dream most likely inspired by lack of sleep:

more dreams inspired by sleep deprivation:

finally, a little bit of recall.

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