Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

No problem, man.

01/24/2007
Didn't sleep very well, last night, and I only remember one or two fragments. Nothing really significant.
~Was in a store, basically having a party with a bunch of people in the electronics area. There was a rack with a whole bunch of guitars and electric basses. We were all just hanging around like we owned the place, and playing them.
~Someone put a vibrating keychain thing down the back of my shirt and it was torture. The itching sensation was so bad, it woke me up.
~Another dream where this kid I know, B, had this $3500something electric guitar. It came with a headset that was like a fighter pilot helmet or something, and had all these gadgets on it. There were also no real markings on the fretboard, which made it hard to play. After a while I switched up and went back to playing my own.

01/25/2007
HAHAHAHA. Oh my God. I just had another good one.
With the holidays over, I’ve recently started hitting the gym pretty hard, again. I’ve noticed that when I’ve been good to my body (and my mind, seeing as how I’ve cut back on the weekday smoking) I get more lucids. Seems like common sense, I know, but I feel it’s worth noting. Anyway…

Dream One:
”Invincible”
So anyway, this dream started in someone’s garage. I was a disembodied spectator, at first, and saw that my mom had stolen some money from the Wrong People. She had dug a hole in the ground, in the garage (which was weird, because the ground is concrete and she was only using a shovel) and was burying the money in it. She heard some people coming, and the garage door was opening so, impossibly quick, she buries herself in the hole, along with the money and a shotgun, in case she needed to surprise her pursuers. When the garage opened, a bunch of cars and a school bus came up into the driveway. This is when the dream switched to first person, and my recall skips ahead a little bit.



There was now a birthday party going on where me, a few other kids’ parents and a bunch of kids were playing party games in the garage (which explained the school bus). Somehow, I knew something about the money and that the amount that mom had buried herself with was only a portion of it. Another car slowly pulls up into the driveway and a bunch of mobster looking guys step out with their guns drawn. They walk up into the garage and start swinging their guns around at everyone, asking about their money. Of course no one else knew what they were talking about.
I, pretty sure there was about to be a bloodbath, finally spoke up. I took one of the men in the house and grabbed a bag full of cash, and gave it to him. As we were walking back to the garage I said something like, “Ok you’ve got your money. You’re going to let us go, right? These are just kids.” The guy was like “I can’t do that. You’re all witnesses.”
They stood somewhat in the center of our crowd as we made a sort of ring around them, everyone too afraid to run away. Even the children were cringing and sobbing. Many of us, every time a gun barrel would aim in our direction, would discretely try to position ourselves behind the person standing next to us. (which reminds me of a scene in a dream I had a while back, I just can’t remember which one) I forgot how, but one of the girls was able to talk the lead guy into letting her take the smallest child inside. Then, somehow, things turned around, and the guys decided not to kill us. They were going to take us with them and hold us hostage. I dunno if I can’t remember why they decided this, or if there was just never a reason given.



Next thing I knew, though, we were driving down the highway in the school bus. I was sitting in the very back seat and the mob car was behind us. I was nervous as hell, sitting by the window, because I remembered (though I don’t really remember him saying it) that the lead guy had told us that, should we try anything funny, they’d open fire into the back of the bus, and I knew I was the first person that would be hit.
After driving for a while, the dream shifted again (I hate that I don’t know whether my dreams actually skip, or there are just gaps in my recall. That seriously bothers the shit out of me) and we, in the bus, were sitting outside of this club. Everything was dead silent and I was still in the back, absolutely fuming mad about there being nothing any of us could do to get us out of the situation we were in. It was in having this moment to myself, to think, that I realized that all of this was a dream. I didn’t even do any reality checks to confirm it (I am glad that I’m becoming more familiar with just knowing when I’m dreaming, by the feeling itself, and not having to confirm it). I don’t even think I looked at my hands to stabilize the dream, because it was already vivid enough, and I only had one thing on my mind: I was pissed at having been completely humiliated by these DCs.



I stood up and just walked off the bus. I know there was a guy that was outside guarding us, but I don’t remember how exactly I got past him. I was soon barging into the club, like I was the terminator, eyes focused and scanning around for the rest of these men. The décor was completely unfamiliar, as far as I know, but was dominated by soft purple and gold lights. I saw the first guy in the hallway and, before he could do anything, I grabbed him by the face and slammed him back against the wall. He went down without much of a fight. Turning the corner, I came to the main room, two men suddenly standing up as soon as they saw me, drawing their guns. I turned my attention to the man on my left and he shot first. I reached up and caught his bullet in mid-air. I could actually feel it, like an ant bite, when it hit my palm. I dropped the bullet and he shot again. I caught the bullet and slung my arm back at him, hitting him in the chest with his own bullet. I continued walking (which I hadn’t stopped doing since I came in the room) toward the man a few yards in front of me. People around the club were ducking for cover from the gunshots and flattening themselves against the walls, away from us. The man fired once or twice and I caught the bullet(s).

Then, one of the kids from the bus came into the club. I stopped and looked back at the kid, (whose position was at about 5 o’clock, in relation to where I was now standing) then looked back at the guy with the gun. I taunted him by saying something like “Hey look, it’s one of your hostages. If you gotta go, might as well take somebody with you, right?” The guy, not really knowing what to do, whipped his gun over at the kid and pulled the trigger. I dove to the side, covering a good five yards and catching the bullet before it hit. The man yelled out something like “You monster!!” and started shooting at me repeatedly, as I continued walking toward him, catching and swatting away every bullet that came in my direction. I stopped right in front of him and put my hands down, and decided to give him a free shot. He put the barrel about three inches away from my forehead and pulled the trigger. It felt like someone flicked me in the forehead with their finger. LOL. Oh, to see the look on that guy’s face. Rofl.



I reached out and grabbed him by the collar, spun around and threw him behind me, straight out the front door of the club, which was now, mysteriously, directly behind me, instead of around the corner like it had been. I walked back outside the club to look for him and, as soon as I stepped out the door, I turned to the side and saw a car heading straight for me. It was him, of course. I planted my feet and pushed forward, completely smashing in the front of his car and bringing him to a stop. Then, for good measure, I ripped open his hood and smashed my palm down through his air filter, flattening the top half of his engine. When I walked around the front of his car, he had already gotten out and was running away from me like a lil punk, heading (for some reason) toward a lake that was a good 100 yards away, and he had a damn good head start. I tried a super-speed run to catch up with him, by focusing on the area a few feet in front of him and sprinting toward it. I was moving really fast, but not really The Flash fast, as he jumped into the lake and started swimming his little heart out. Lol.

So, being a good 50ft or so away from the water, I jumped into the air and levitated over him, dropping down into the water right in front of him and grabbing him by the shirt. The water was only waist deep so, at first, I started guiding him out of the lake on his feet but, then, just to show-off a little more (why is showing off to DC’s so much fun, knowing they aren’t real? Haha) I said “And just to show you what you were up against…” then I flew up out of the water and directly toward the tree I had passed under while running after him. I dragged him through the tree, the branches smacking and scratching against his face, while I didn’t even feel them. Finally, being as high as the tree itself, after coming out the other side, I slung the guy down toward his own car so hard that his body smashed up the back end just as much as the front had been.

I landed in the parking lot and all the kids and parents and club-goers that had been outside watching started cheering and giving me props. Some time during the aftermath, I lost lucidity, the cops showed up, the bad guys were arrested, and all was right with the world.

Woke up at about 4:30, almost too excited to even think about going back to sleep. I wrote down the notes for this dream and went back to bed, trying the WBTB method. Had no other lucids though.

Dream Two
Was visiting my old friend John in his LM neighborhood. We looked up in the open window of a nearby apartment and saw someone had a bong sitting in it. We went up to ask whoever it was if they wanted to smoke.

Dream Three
My mom had a friend name Christina (that she doesn’t really have) that came to visit her and stay the night. We were flirting for a really long time…and that’s about all I can remember.

Aww man thats some crazy shit! Good to see you got yourself some payback, specially on the dude who tryed to shoot the kid

Haha. Yup.

I'd love to say it was the leader of the group, that was obviously in charge at the beginning of the dream, but I can't remember what the hell he looked like in the club. He definitely got it the worst, though.

01/26/2007

I only remember a few fragments from these, because I kept falling back asleep.

Dream One
There was a huge shark tank on one side of this room, and a big shark swimming around in it. A diver was in the water, which was only about chest deep, and the tank itself was about 30 feet long.
I was explaining to someone in the room about the Australian guy who had been attacked by a great white, earlier in the week, who had the top half of his body stuck in the shark’s mouth. Just as I was saying this, the shark in the tank lunged straight for the diver, the diver’s head and right arm slipping straight into the shark’s mouth, just like what happened to the Australian diver. There was a big commotion and we all worked to free the diver from the shark’s jaws.

Dream Two
I was with this chick who looked like (or was “played” by) Winona Ryder, and we shared a place together. We also shared the place with a “copy” of her, and another guy, who had the bedroom across from ours. Weird thing is, one of the Winonas was really sensual and erotic (the one with the other guy, of course ) and the other one (the one with me) had this really timid, sexually challenged sort of persona, (kinda like her character in A Scanner Darkly) so it was like fuckin pulling teeth trying to get this chick in the mood. All the while, I could see across the hall at the other couple just getting it on like crazy with the door open, and I was getting really frustrated. (I also noticed that the music coming from their room was the same song that I had on loop, on my media player, during the night)
Took a lot of comforting and sweet-talk but we were, eventually, able to get down to business.

01/27/2007
"Sober Snake"
This was an incredibly long dream. It started off at night. Todd, Brian and I were hanging out downtown, barhopping I think. This whole section of the dream had it's own scenarios and subject matter, but I can't really remember any of it. It lasted long enough to be a full dream in itself, though. Sometime during the night, we'd met up with some more friends of ours, this girl P and one of her friends. We'd spent most of the night just out getting wasted, and ended up going back to "my" house (which was, surprisingly, my old best friend's house, back in Houston TX), where we had all continued drinking.
Before I knew it, it was the early morning, and the house was very dimly lit, due to a bleak, grey sky, outside. There was smoke going through the house, and we were soon running through the house trying to find the source of it. One of the rooms were on fire. We were all trying whatever we could to put it out, buckets of water, fire extinguishers, whatever, but the fire was constantly growing. All five of us were standing outside when the fire department came to put out the blaze, which had only done some damage to a single room.
Ownership suddenly changed when my friends parents came home. His dad, King, (who was like a second father figure to me, growing up) was pissed. (I don't even remember whether or not the friend whose parents/house it was, was there) He started bitching at us about the fire, saying it was our fault and that, had we not been drinking all night, the fire never would have happened. I was yelling back at him, disputing his logic because I figured that, since none of us knew what started the fire, and it wasn't burning while we were awake the previous night, it was unfair to assume that the fire never would have started, had we not been drinking. Some guy (I think it was a young firefighter) made a joke, asking if I read. I think he was being sarcastic because he figured I was simply "trying" to sound intelligent. I told him that I read all the time and pointed around the house, which was now suddenly filled with books. Weird.
Anyway, my friend's dad stormed off into the garage and I followed him. While we were out there, and I was still trying to plead my case, I heard gunfire coming from out in the cul-de-sac. I looked out the open garage door and saw an army of modern, though obviously Nazi, soldiers in dark uniforms advancing in on our street. They were tactlessly firing upon anything/one that moved with rockets and automatic weapons and they happened to be headed toward our house. We both ran back inside and started warning everyone, firefighters included, that there was an army headed our way and my friends dad began directing everyone toward a staircase that was suddenly in the middle of the living room, telling them to "get below." About 11 people, who had been in the house, turned into about 25, as a bunch of unfamiliar people started streaming toward this staircase to get away. I lagged behind and ran to the front door, taking a peek outside and seeing that the soldiers were now coming up the front lawn, toward me. I hauled ass back toward the staircase.
Now, as if things weren't strange enough...I suddenly turned into Solid Snake.
I turned around and capped the first couple of Nazis that came through the front door, trying to give the other people a few seconds more to get down below. When more of them started coming in through the door, I looked down into the staircase, ready to make my way down there. I was in awe at how the staircase, which descended around a squared well, like in a tall office building, seemed to go down forever. It descended well into darkness, where there was no ground in sight. I could still see the people below me rounding the corners, trying to get down as fast as they could.
The Nazis began firing at me and, ignoring the stairs all together, I simply dove over the railing and straight down toward the black void, threading the eye of the stairwell for a few feet before grabbing onto the outside of one of the rails. To gain a little more distance, I dropped down a few more levels by letting go of the rail I was holding to, and catching myself on the one below it. I was now probably too far down for the Nazis to see me and I took up a position in the center of the well, stretched between the walls of the squared-spiral of stairs, and aiming my pistol back up at the very top. My view switched to the blue-green digital display of one of Snake's many scopes and was able to zoom in, even with the pistol outstretched, and see through a crosshair that seemed to move along with the direction of my eyes. I started shooting every Nazi that appeared over the top of the railing as the rest of the people continued to wind around me, descending the stairs. The firefight from this position lasted until the end of the dream.

01/29/2007
"Spawn"
Damn shame I don’t remember more of this one.
I was Spawn, for the first time in a dream, and it was pretty crazy. Even though there was some action in the dream, I don’t really remember very much of it. My most prevalent impression, from this dream, is how it felt to wear the living, symbiotic armor and cape. Even though the dream was 1st person, I was aware of where every aspect of the suit was, and move it as if it were a part of my body, which was tight.
I don't remember very much of the action, but I know that, at one point, I got stripped of the suit and still had a little bit of Spawn's powers, standing bare-(and burned-)chested and fighting against the suit, itself, within a chaotic background that I'd have to assume was Hell. Awesome experience, but I don't remember a damn thing about the details.

01/30/2007
Slept like a rock. Don't remember a thing.

dude you dreams are soo action packed did you ever get back at that one guy a LOOOOOONG time ago? when he covered you with locusts? great artist also

Thanks, man.


And I've been trying sooooo fuckin hard to get back at that guy, lately. I"ve tried WBTB's and everything, and I just can't seem to incubate him. I've even become lucid and tried turning another DC into him. I just can't seem to make it work, so far.
I'm still trying, though.

01/31/2007
"Cheater"
I was at my ex's house, and her husband happened to be out of town. We had been talking about something, but I can't remember what it was about. It was nothing out of the ordinary though, as she's my baby's mom, and even though we can't stand each other, we're always forced to communicate. So we're done talking and I'm about to take off. I walk out of the apartment and she comes out after me in a sort of timid solemness. I can't remember exactly how the conversation went, but she started practically begging me not to leave.
Before long, I had been back upstairs. She'd asked me to stay and talk, and made me a pallet out of blankets, on the floor, telling me that her husband would be out of town until Sunday, and that I could just crash on the floor whenever I got too tired. I ended up lying on the bed at first and we just started talking. It's pretty much a blur but one thing led to another and we were eventually having sex.
Afterward, we were laying on the bed. I was laying partially on my stomach facing one way, and she was on my other side with her arm draped over me, and we had been talking some more, though I don't remember the conversation.
I "woke up" the next morning in her bed and we are suddenly aware that her husband and his friends had just pulled up, outside. I actually "saw" him pull up outside, as if it were a movie, and he was driving some badass custom inport. We scrambled to get dressed and she picked up the pallet, which had been unused through the night. They came in and, at first, everything was cool, but then one of his friends were (for some reason) going through the trash, and he ends up finding a condom. Soon, one of his friends wanted to fight me even more than he did. I took the husband outside on the balcony and talked to him. Of course, it's been a few days, and I don't really remember this conversation either. I know it had something to do with explaining mine and my ex's past vs. his and my ex's past and how what happened just sort of happened, and just came out of nowhere - some, logically, inadequate excuse like that.
Surprisingly enough, he ended up forgiving me, and I took off shortly after that.

I really don't like the chain of ex-g/f dreams that have come up recently. I guess they are nice, every now and then, from a purely nostalgic point of view, but my ex and I can't stand each other, and I'd rather not have this type of content floating around in my head.

02/03/2007
"Gunfight at Greenwood Middle"
I was walking through the mall with a bunch of my peops. We end up walking into a gun shop and checking out all of their shit. I bought a sawed-off shotgun, Todd bought a full-length, and I think someone else bought another type of gun. We bought some ammo and just went back to walking around the mall again, like it was legal. (Started watching Dawn of the Dead, last night. That's probably where that idea came from.) We were practically a gang walking through the mall, looking for a place to play pool.
We stopped into a couple of bars, but they were all dead, only 2 or 3 people in either of them, and that seemed kinda boring. We just kept walking and were soon out in my old Middle School/High School area. We were walking through my old middle school grounds because that was the way I used to always take to get to my old house, as it was the fastest, even though there was no mall in the direction we came from, which was obviously some dream "glitch."
As we were going through the school grounds, a guy that I can only assume was a janitor sees us walking around with guns. He, then, grabs a rifle and starts bucking shots at us. We scattered and the guy ended up following me around the opposite side of a building. We met up, across from each other, in a small corridor and I knew he was too far away for me to get an effective shot with the shotgun (a perception that was actually exaggerated, in the dream, if you ask me), but I knew he wouldn't have that disadvantage with the rifle.
I began to move erratically, just before he started firing, effectively dodging his bullets not by seeing them coming but, instead, by trying to throw him off - jumping to one side just before I thought he'd fire, and swinging over to the opposite side just before I figured he'd try to correct himself. I was able to slip past 3 or 4 shots before I cut back down the hallway I'd just come from. He started following me and we had a short gunfight in the courtyard. I can't remember why I was doing this, but I was shooting the sawed-off with one arm. I think I had something in my other hand, but I don't know. I do recall how awkward it was though, trying to shoot the gun with one arm, and how hard it was to steady it when it kicked against my shoulder.
All of the buckshot kept spreading too much, though (ridiculously so) and I just wasn't doing anything to him, at range, but putting a couple of beads in him, which never phased him at all. Soon, I turned and ran again, coming up with a plan. Knowing he was following me, I cut around the corner and stopped, spinning back around. The second he came around the corner, I knee-capped him. He went down. I didn't kill him, though, and he actually began giving me props and respecting me for being a good gunfighter. Haha.
Soon, he left, and my friends and I were walking again. We had to get across the school crosswalk and since Lake Mary is practically known for cops, there were a bunch of cops sitting at the crosswalk. It was suddenly crowded and there were people all over the street, as if school had just gotten out. We thought the cops' being there might have had something to do with the gunfight that had just happened, so we figured it'd be best to stash the guns. We went just a little bit out of the cops' line of sight and stashed our guns under car that was parked up on the sidewalk, (which was a really stupid idea, now that I'm sitting here thinking about it ) and when we got back around to the wall where the cops were parked, they were gone. We practically looked at each other and shrugged, went back to get our guns, and kept on walking toward my house. I don't remember ever actually getting there, though.

02/04/2007
I know I had a long dream last night, but I went to sleep hammered and don't remember a damn thing. I do know that, at one point, I had pulled up to an Auto Parts store and was aware that two guys had been following me in a muscle car. They backed in to one of the parking spaces across from me and waited as I got out of the car, lifted my hood, and walked inside the store.
Once inside, I immediately stopped walking and leaned to look out the window, knowing they would have thought that I'd have kept going. One of the guys got out of his car, with a crowbar, and went over to my car, towards the open hood. As soon as he started tampering with something, I rushed back outside, came up behind him and put him in an armlock.
I don't remember anything of this dream, though.

There was another dream scene, later, where I was in a doctor's office, getting a shot for some reason.

This is sorta off topic but how do you do Kamehameha waves in your dreams? I tried to do it on this plane that looked like it was from metal slug and it wasnt powerful at all. it didnt even scratch it. thanks

Well, the way I see it, you have to visualize success; meaning that the kamehameha wave won't deliver sufficient damage unless you actually visualize it happening. Rarely can you just move your hands and hope that what you're trying to do will actually happen. You have to imagine the beam leaving your hands and hitting your target, visualizing the damage done, for it to "really" happen in your dream.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

02/04/2007
I know I had a long dream last night, but I went to sleep hammered and don't remember a damn thing. I do know that, at one point, I had pulled up to an Auto Parts store and was aware that two guys had been following me in a muscle car. They backed in to one of the parking spaces across from me and waited as I got out of the car, lifted my hood, and walked inside the store.
Once inside, I immediately stopped walking and leaned to look out the window, knowing they would have thought that I'd have kept going. One of the guys got out of his car, with a crowbar, and went over to my car, towards the open hood. As soon as he started tampering with something, I rushed back outside, came up behind him and put him in an armlock.
I don't remember anything of this dream, though.

There was another dream scene, later, where I was in a doctor's office, getting a shot for some reason.
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Perhaps he bit you and you contracted some sort of disease. Anyways next time your lucid you should summon me and we can go kick some ass together, or perhaps fight eachother. Im going to try summoning some dv members in my next lucid for a big battle .

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Well, the way I see it, you have to visualize success; meaning that the kamehameha wave won't deliver sufficient damage unless you actually visualize it happening. Rarely can you just move your hands and hope that what you're trying to do will actually happen. You have to imagine the beam leaving your hands and hitting your target, visualizing the damage done, for it to "really" happen in your dream.
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Thanks for the tip! But i think im going to go to Master Roshi's and lean it directly from him. The place where he lived in Dragon Ball. Before he moved to the island.

Pastro:
I'll see what I can do. Summoning people hasn't really been my strong point, lately, but we'll see.

Elwood:
That'd be a pretty cool dream, actually.

02/05/2007
All I remember is that I was rubbing a puppy's stomach, in the dream, and it was purring.
I also remember being up around Greenwood Middle (again), but driving, this time, and I saw a few of my old ROTC buddies outside. That's about it.

02/06/2007
Haven’t really been doing great things for my recall lately, but oh well.
Anyway, was a little “sedated” last night, so I took a B-6 before bed. I only remember a few fragments of very vivid dreams.

Dream One
Had another dream about my ex. I was at her house in our daughter’s room, talking to her (my ex). Usually she can’t disagree with me about anything without screaming and flipping out and whatnot. This time, she was asking me to do something, calmly, (albeit something that we’d talked about time and time again, and I was obviously sick of hearing it) and, instead of saying “No” calmly, I screamed in her face “NOOOOOOOO!!!!” completely unwarranted, and actually kinda scared myself with how deeply my outburst resonated.
Her husband suddenly pops up from beneath the covers on Cierra’s bed, as if he’d been sleeping there, the whole time. He said something like “Hey!” groggily, as if I’d woken him up when he was trying to sleep.
I immediately apologized to them both and said I didn’t know where the outburst came from. Actually, I knew I had a reason. I just didn’t think it was deserved. My ex looked genuinely hurt and I took more time trying to sincerely apologize. What’s stranger is that, my ex ended up leaving the room and, as soon as she did, her husband gets back up and whispers to me something about how he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to handle having another kid, (as my ex is pregnant with her 3rd, two of which are his). I don’t remember anything else about this one.

Dream Two
Sometime during the night I had a false awakening. I dreamt that I woke up in my bed, and Silent Hill was playing on my computer. My PC is hooked up to my sound system so even when it’s turned down low, the sounds come from everywhere at once. I remember thinking, for one moment, that it was strange that Silent Hill was playing, when I know I wouldn’t have started it before I went to sleep. I didn’t take too long to think about it, though, and I just rolled over and “went back to sleep.” Soon I was having another dream (a “dream within a dream,” though I hate using that term, and figure it as a bit of a misnomer) where I was in Silent Hill. I was with someone; I think it was Cierra, but I’m not sure, and we were in an industrial-type basement. I began to realize where we were and, as soon as I did, the warning siren began blaring in the background. I knew that this place was about to turn evil, so we both ran for the stairs. I held her hand as we sprinted up the stairs and toward the large door at the front of the building, which was closing.
Just was we were about to come within reach, the heavy door slammed shut, sealing us inside. At the same time, the wailing siren faded away, and I knew it was too late. Everything went black for a moment but then was bathed in a dark red light. We were confronted by the monster from the movie that crawls on the ground and has his legs twisted up over his back, and I saw him come into view just like on the movie, the “camera” cutting to the corner he came around and seeing his hand touch the wall and make the wall begin to deteriorate.
As he was coming closer, we found a small elevator – it was more like a dumbwaiter - and were able to get up the chute before he got too close. That’s about all I remember of this dream.

Dream Three
Was in some resort where Flex Wheeler was giving tips on bodybuilding and a bunch of women were going crazy over him as he was doing some sort of photo-shoot by a pool.
(I just saw John Q for the first time, the other day, and the main character’s kid does a lot of talking about Flex Wheeler. I’m sure that’s what brought this on.)

Jan. 1st 2007

Odds:
Thanks, man! Good to see you're still reading them.

Pastro:
Congratulations! And I'm glad I've been able to help you out. Can't wait to start reading checking out your journal.

Happy New Year, both of you.
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I just want to say the "Free Your Mind" banner is sick and horrible. That's the conclusion I reached after watching it twenty times straight...

Originally Posted by oneironut

I just want to say the "Free Your Mind" banner is sick and horrible. That's the conclusion I reached after watching it twenty times straight...
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Haha. Yeah, that's the conclusion I come to...after every single time I watch it....

I'm probably not going to have it up for very long, though. It seems to slow down in every machine I log-on with, and I'm getting sick of watching it in slow-motion. lol.

Notes for 02/08/2007 (will expand on, later)

Commodus. Turtle. Spear. Knife. Axe. Baby crying. Girl's friend. Commodus' sister. Turtle without shell. Turtle sitting up like cat. Bad eyesight. Squeak.Guy and girl in car. Chinese food. Game. Walking back to locker room w/ girls. Sex in garage. Group of people. Another girl.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Notes for 02/08/2007 (will expand on, later)

Commodus. Turtle. Spear. Knife. Axe. Baby crying. Girl's friend. Commodus' sister. Turtle without shell. Turtle sitting up like cat. Bad eyesight. Squeak.Guy and girl in car. Chinese food. Game. Walking back to locker room w/ girls. Sex in garage. Group of people. Another girl.
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You have had some odd dreams before but shit this one sounds random, anyways can't wait to read it!

Heh @ Pastro. Yeah, I know. Random is definitely the word. It was actually more than one dream, though. My recall seemed to go backward, starting from the last dream, while I was writing my notes.

02/08/2007
Well I had these notes up, but I haven't been able to think much about them, during the day, cause I've been busy as hell at work. From what I remember, though:

Dream One
I was with a group of people playing some kind of game. I think it was a college function, but I can't be sure. It was an outside game, like soccer or something, at night. After the game, everybody was walking back to the locker rooms. Far to the front of the crowd, there was some guy, who was obviously a friend of mine, and a girl. I was flirting with the girl, hugging on her from behind as we walked and whatnot. We walked into a garage or overhang of some sort, out of the view of the following crowd, and one thing led to another. It ended up with me starting to bang this girl up against the wall, in the garage and, somehow, me and the guy that was walking with us were actually taking turns on her.
Before we got too far, though, we heard the rest of the crowd catching up to us and were like "SHIT!" So we pulled up our clothes real quick and continued walking to the locker rooms, like nothing happened, just as everyone else was coming within sight of us.
Later, we were all hanging out at some bar, and me and the girl I mentioned were all over each other. The guy that was with us before had some other girl that he was talking to. Then, out of nowhere, the two girls that we were with started flirting with, and making out with, each other. Me and the other guy looked at each other like because of what was going on, and couldn't wait to get these two chicks back to a room and see what kind of night we could make out of it. Haha.

Dream Two
I was with a younger couple, in the back seat of their car, and recognized the girl as my cousin T. We were having some conversation about their relationship, while driving, but I can't remember a word we were talking about. Sooner or later, we decided to stop in some Chinese buffet place to get a bite to eat. The inside of this place looked like a school cafeteria, and the food was just set out in all of these aluminum pans, on the tables. I was going through the buffet line, getting some of just about everything, when my cousin's "boyfriend" advised me not to eat anything except for the chicken wings, because there was something really wrong with the rest of the food. I remember him sticking his fingers or a fork in some of the other food and showing me what was wrong with it (like it was slimy or discolored or something) but I can't remember what, exactly, it was.

Dream Three
(This was either a continuation of the one before it, or the same dream, separated by a flash forward. I remember waking up once or twice during the night, though, and I think this happened after an awakening)
My cousin was in this one, too. We were at my ex's/my old house, but my ex wasn't in the dream. We had picked up this Huge box turtle, off of the road, and brought it home. While we were playing with it, in the living room, I noticed that the shell was detachable. I took the shell off and this "naked" turtle started searching around for it, like it was lost. It kept making this squeaking noise, like it was a dog's chew toy or something, and was actually really cute. Haha. I noticed that, for some reason, he had these strange patches over his eyes that kept the turtle from seeing straight, and he couldn't find the shell, even though it was right in front of him. I took my hand and moved the turtle's "hand" closer to the shell. As soon as it touched the shell, it recognized it, and dove onto the shell, wrestling with it and trying to put it back on. At one point, it got to where the shell was lying on the floor, top-side down, and the turtle was sitting in it, like a bowl. I thought it was strange that the turtle was actually sitting up, like a cat, inside the bowl of the shell. (But of course, it didn't grant me lucidity.)
After fitting the turtle into the shell again, I walked outside on the porch, where my cousin and her friend (a girl, this time) were hanging out, doing some kind of project. I came over and sat down beside them and started talking.

(Talk about random...) Suddenly, somebody else walks onto the porch. I figured that it was my cousin's "boyfriend," who's car we had supposedly been driving in, when we picked up the turtle. He was carrying the turtle in his hand. It wasn't her boyfriend, though ....It was Commodus from Gladiator. He was staring at the turtle with this strange, psychotic curiosity, walking over to the fence, near us. We watched him place the turtle up on the fence and observe it as the turtle struggled to hang on with its stubby front legs. Commodus then took his fingers and squeezed the legs of the turtle, making it squeak in pain before it was forced to let go of the fence, and fell into the grass on the outside.
Immediately, I got up and asked what this guy's problem was. He stuck his fingers against my chest and looked at me, telling me something about how he was Ceasar, and I shouldn't mess with him. I grabbed his wrist and threw his arm away from me. He suddenly pulled a spear from out of nowhere and lunged at my midsection. I turned to the side, thinning his target, and caught the spear between my lower back and right arm, pulling it out of his grasp. He backed up for a second but then pulled a knife from out of the back of his cloak. When he lunged again, I simply grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and took the knife from him.
I kept trying to get him to back off, but he was insistent on trying to put me in my place, telling me that he would not stop until I was dead. Again, from nowhere, he pulled a long-handled axe. I didn't even give him time to attack and I rushed him, kicking his legs from under him and knocking him on the ground, pulling the axe out of his hands. I looked at my cousin who had now, surprisingly, turned into Commodus's sister, Lucilla. I kind of cocked my head, silently asking for her approval, knowing that she knew what I was going to have to do. She nodded her head solemnly, then turned away, beginning to cry against her acceptance, and walked off of the porch, leaving me to end this.
[Edit: Just remembered that there was a baby crying, inside the house, right around this time. It really added to the macabre atmosphere of what was about to happen.]

With Lucilla gone, my foot pinning Commodus to the ground, I swung the axe down twice, taking his head off at the neck.

...that's all I remember.

That was an entertaining lead, I loved the part about Commodus pulling weapons out of thin air, reminds me of so many video games.