Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

What? No major fight?

That doesn't sound like you at all.... [/b]

.....

Damn, you know what? I wasn't even thinking about it, at the time, because riding that train was just so much fun but, now that you mention it, fighting her on top of the train would have been so tight!

...Thanks a lot, TS.



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I know, O, here I am reading and visualizing in my mind this evil girl slowly creeping toward you on the top of that speeding train. I'm anticipating some great fight scene that goes on and on with each of you kicking each other's butts using all kinds of super powers....with you eventually throwing her off while the train is going over a super high bridge.

But you decide to ignore her.....?

Some people just love to twist that knife.

That's ok, though. The next lucid ass-kicking I give out will be dedicated to you, TS.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

I do know that it ended up with her pulling two bloody, human organs from (somewhere?) and dropping them down on me, laughing wickedly. She implied that they were taken out of the guy in the previous room, after she’d had her way with him, and that I was next. She then leaned down over me and forcefully tried to kiss me. As she was doing this, her mouth started oozing blood that I can only assume was not her own.[/b]

I hate when that happens.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I hate when that happens.[/b]

Hahaha. You too, huh?

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

04/24/2007
"Fatal Attraction"[/b]

First Big Mertha, now this. You really have a way with the ladies.

Originally Posted by oneironut

First Big Mertha, now this. You really have a way with the ladies. [/b]

Hahaha. No joke.
Last night's dream was no exception, either. Talk about another "good time, gone bad."

04/27/2007
Dream One:
”Ghost Story”
As this very vivid dream began, I was riding in the backseat of my mom’s car. She was driving, and her boyfriend was in the passenger seat. I had a bag of McDonald’s food with me, and was picking at it, while we drove. It was nighttime and raining. Passing a small construction area, my mom gradually started drifting over to the right shoulder of the road, seemingly about to collide with some barrels and cones. I said “Mom, what are you doing??” and she jerked the car back onto the road, as if she hadn’t been paying attention.
Going a little further, we started drifting over to the center-divider, and toward the oncoming lane. I could see the headlights of a car coming straight for us. When I looked at my mom, I could see that she was falling asleep at the wheel. I screamed “Mom!!!” and her boyfriend and I shook her awake, just as the other car swerved around us and drove onto the other shoulder, since we were now fully taking up the oncoming lane. When mom woke up, she realized what happened and tried to jerk us back onto our side of the road. She lost control, here, fishtailed on the wet road, and slammed on the brakes while trying to compensate, sending us into just over a 180 degree spin before coming to a stop, in the middle of the street.

I told my mom I was going to drive, and she kept trying to protest, saying that she was ok to drive, now. I told her there’s no way in Hell I was going to let her drive, and she started arguing with me about it. Her boyfriend took my side, though, and said that she definitely should not be driving, since she was that tired. We started to get into a bit of a fight about it, and I got out and went around to her side – about to pull her out of the car, if I had to, but then she realized that she was in the wrong, and said that I could drive. I also had my half-eaten Big Mac, in my hand, and wanted to get the rest of my food down, before getting back on the road, so I suggested we stop over at the sandwich shop that was right across the street, and gather ourselves a bit. The sky was looking pretty bad, and I could wear I saw the makings of a funnel cloud, in the darkness. A rotating peak kept coming down, but then dissipating.
Inside, I bought a drink and was sitting down eating and drinking. My mom and her b/f went wandering about, somewhere. As I’m sitting there, I suddenly realize that there is someone else sitting at my table - some guy that I’ve never seen before. I didn’t think anything of it, and we started talking a bit.

After a while, I noticed that there were people that were coming by and glancing at our table, solemnly, and continuing on about their business. Sooner or later, some guy dressed as Jesus walks by us and glances in our direction. He gives me a slight smile and says something like “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon,” and keeps on walking. Strangely enough, though, directly behind him, some guy dressed as Satan follows closely. He also smiles at our table, but I don’t remember him saying anything. When they leave, I asked the guy sitting across from me “What was that about?” The guy says “…let me tell you a story…”

He goes on to tell me an urban legend about a guy that came into this sandwich shop a lot and, apparently, often sat at this table. This guy had started seeing a woman who was, quickly, falling madly in love with him. Now, as this guy was telling me this story, my perspective changed, and I was suddenly transported to the first-person view of the main character in the story.
I’d been spending my nights with this gorgeous, short-haired blonde (who looked a lot like my old friend Tracy, who I haven’t seen in years) and, usually, hanging out with her 3 roommates. Things were going great, and I had no other reason to believe otherwise. What I didn’t know, about these girls, was that they were all vampires (which is interesting, because Tracy was a vampire, the last Halloween that I saw her). It turns out that the 3 roommates were constantly giving the blonde shit because I was a human, and she was a vampire, and it was absurd that she was falling for me, as hard as she was. She just didn’t know how to break the news to me, in fear of losing me.

So, one night, I happened to show up at their place, unannounced. I was searching around for them and ended up walking into a room I wasn’t supposed to.
When I opened the door, I was horrified to see all four women feeding on some poor guy, practically tearing him apart, drenched in his blood. The looked up at me and the blonde was shocked to see me standing there. The others seemed to be smiling, as they had wanted things this way, anyway. Suddenly terrified for my life, I bolted out the house and ran as fast as I could. The blonde was chasing me, trying to get me to stop, so she could talk to me. The others were chasing me, wailing and growling, to put more fear into me. They were obviously having a great time.
I ran into the woods, knowing that they were all right behind me, and afraid that they’d tear me apart, if they got their hands on me, even the blonde. I wasn’t about to even give her the time to explain anything to me. I was just running – jumping over downed tree limbs, climbing muddy hills, etc. I could tell that they were right on my heels, and I could hear “my” girl screaming for me to stop. What I didn’t realize, until it was too late, was that I was running straight toward a cliff.
As I approached it, it was as if the realization of futility just completely overpowered me. Deciding to die by my own hand, rather than be eaten alive by these “monsters” I ran the last few feet and jumped into the air, sprawling my arms and limbs as I fell down into the canyon, to my death.

My perspective switched once again, showing the blonde sliding to a stop at the edge, zooming out like a camera as she screamed “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” and dropped to her knees. The other three girls walked into view, behind her, hands on their hips, as if this is simply how it was meant to be.

Suddenly, I was back in the sandwich shop. The story was over, and I didn’t know what to think of it. Before I could think of anything to say, some more people passed our table and started saying stuff like “Damn shame, what happened to you, man. Why’d you do it?” and stuff like that, then leaving. At first, I thought they were looking directly at me. Then, I noticed that they were looking through me.
I turned to the guy across from me, and he said something like “That was a true story…the guy that jumped into the canyon…was you. You died, that night but, like many spirits, you don’t remember.” Shocked, I was like “What?? So…..those people…they can’t see me? How can you see me?” He went on to explain that he was a spirit, too, and that none of the living people in this shop could see us. I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it, that was until I turned around and tried to touch the person behind me. My hand went right through them as if I was a hologram. Then it hit me – he was telling the truth. Not only that, but I remembered that the guys dressed as Jesus and Satan could see us, too.
They weren’t costumes. Those were the real deal.
When I turned back around, the other guy had disappeared, and I was at the table alone.
That’s all I remember.

Dream (Fragment) Two:
Somebody broke in my house, with a sword, and I ran to the closet to grab my katana. We had a swordfight in my kitchen, but I don’t remember much of it.

-There was another fragment that I was trying to remember to write down, but I can’t think of it now. If it comes up later, I’ll add it.

Wow....

I just love the complexity of that dream. It's like your brain had it all planned out from the start.

First, having the guy tell you the urban legend, then you actually living it, then coming back and being the ghost--that's so incredible.....

And even how Jesus and Satan from the beginning fit in so well, too. It's just so perfect.

Great dream, O!

Damn bloodsucking women...

Cool dreams, very dramatic. Ever thought about being a director?

Thanks, you two.

Twoshadows:
You know, it’s stuff like that that make me wonder how much of a dream our brain can actually map out, before the experience? It seems to us, most of the time, that dreams come without much direction or structure, and they so often follow no logic, whatsoever. But, to what extent could our dreams be scripted by our minds, with plot twists and foreshadowing, before we actually start experiencing the timeline? People say they’ve lived out days/weeks/months/however-long in dreams, which could simply follow logical progression, I wonder just how far in advance, and how precisely the mind could foreshadow something, without the dreamer knowing it? (like Jesus and Satan, in the dream). Hmm….

Packmania:
Actually, yeah, that’s something I’ve thought about, a lot. Ever since I started making flipbook animations, as a kid, I’d thought about it. I’m always critiquing movie-direction and I also did a lot of text-based RP (still do, every now and then) and so I’m constantly creating and visualizing scenes in my head and whatnot. I’m working on learning 3D animation, so, hopefully, I’ll be able to start making some short films, out of my dreams, in the future.

04/30/2007
I'd taken Cierra swimming on Saturday and, while in the pool, I thought I'd try inducing a water/swimming-related dream for the night. I ended up haning out Sat night, and getting buzzed, and I didn't remember any of my dreams. Sunday, however, without even thinking about the pool or the dream I'd tried to incubate, I had a swimming-related dream....

Fragment: (Possibly Incubated)
Something about being a merman in a large swimming pool with a bunch of people of all ages. There was some new girl to the "group" and we became friends, pretty quickly. I remember her asking me if I wanted to race, and we were swimming back and forth across the pool. Can't remember who one. There was also some lady at the pool who tried to use me to help her steal a bunch of jewelry from everyone else.

Backtracking:
04/25/2009 (continued)
I remember the fragment that I was thinking about.
There was a jewelry heist and the thieves lived in my apartment complex (which I don't really live in). As they were inside, counting their jewels, they got a tip-off that the cops were on their way. They tried to gather everything up and run but, while running out of their door, they ripped their bag and spilt what looked like thousands of diamonds all over the hallway and down the steps. They picked up as many as they could and kept running. My friends and I, who just happened to be walking down the hallway when this happened, dove on the floor and started picking up as many of them as we could, knowing (somehow) that the cops would be showing up soon.

Funny, Jess had a diamond dream as well. On my way to work this morning, I found what looks to be a diamond on the ground. Of course it couldnt be, or could it?

Originally Posted by The

Funny, Jess had a diamond dream as well. On my way to work this morning, I found what looks to be a diamond on the ground. Of course it couldnt be, or could it?[/b]

If so, break me off a lil piece of that mofo.

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Been busy as all shit lately, and haven't had much luck with remembering my dreams (or much time online, really), but I do remember a few fragments over the last two days:

05/02/2007
Some sort of Children of Men type scenario. The world was devoid of children and some girl that I was with was able to have a baby. We spent most of the dream holed up inside a house while the government was trying to get inside, to take the baby. I remember there being a massive tank right outside our front door, and was firing explosive rounds at our door, but couldn't penetrate it.

05/03/2007
"Here Come the Fuzz"
I was a cop and had a partner with me (Hot Fuzz was the last thing I watched, before bed.) There was a main villain in the dream and, for some reason, all three of us were wearing old, western clothes (chaps, duster jackets, cowboy hats, etc) even though everything surrounding us was very modern.
We were in an apartment and got into a firefight. I remember, before the fight, having trouble finding the right way to put on this awkward holster, but finally got the hang of it. Back in the firefight, I ended up shooting the guy in the chest, and close range. He went down and, pretty sure he was taken care of, I turned my back on him. Suddenly my partner pulls out his gun and shoots right past me, killing the guy, who'd gotten back up after playing possum for a moment.

05/06/07
Well, needless to say, I was pretty drunk last night (cinco de mayo and all ) so I don't really remember much of what went on in my dreams. I do know that it (I only remember having one) was really long, and switched back and forth, from lucid to non-, throughout. One time that stood out, in particular, was when I was walking down the road in front of my old middle school, with friends, and started suspecting that I was dreaming. Coming to an intersection, I decided to test the theory and jumped up into the air, placing my foot on the top of the stop sign and stepping over it, dropping down to the other side. I knew I was dreaming, then, but it didn't last very long.
Later, a bunch of us were sitting in my folks' old living room and I was on the couch with some girl, showing her my art portfolio. We ended up making out pretty hard, later on.
Another piece I remember is being outside my house and questioning whether or not this could actually be a dream. I'd realized that the same dream (which felt like nearly a whole day) seemed so real, so vivid, and so long that, should the whole thing suddenly stop and I woke up in my bed, I would find it completely unbelievable. All of my senses told me that this was reality, which was why it was so hard for me to maintain lucidity throughout the dream, but shortly after that thought, I woke up in my bed, and couldn't help but smile at how incredible transitioning from dreaming- to waking-life can be.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

05/06/07
All of my senses told me that this was reality...

Isn't that weird? That happened to me recently too (on the balcony when I wanted to fly); all my RC's failed. I think it's the only time that, once I "knew" it was a dream, I started to wonder if it really was or not. Usually I might just lose lucidity, but not actually try to prove to myself that it's a dream, and almost fail. I wasn't sure enough to actually jump off the balcony, tho. That was actually a really cool feeling, I mean how incredibly real it was, but I knew it was a dream...it almost makes me wonder if I ever will be awake, and think it's a dream. (Almost, not quite, don't worry, I'm not goint to try to fly IRL anytime soon.)

I'm still feeling the after-effects of that great dream.

I'm finally getting some control, I think...not where you are, by any means, but a little bit. I watched "Last King of Scotland" the other night and I was hoping it wouldn't show up in my dream; I was thinking about it whenever I woke up, but I didn't dream about it. Thanks for reminding me about that "Children of Men" movie; I wanted to see it, but I forgot about it. Tonight I started "Tenacious D"--retarded, but funny; probably not dream-inducing.

Well enough cluttering O's DJ with randomness...and, as usual, thanks for the inspiration!

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Isn't that weird? That happened to me recently too (on the balcony when I wanted to fly); all my RC's failed. I think it's the only time that, once I "knew" it was a dream, I started to wonder if it really was or not. Usually I might just lose lucidity, but not actually try to prove to myself that it's a dream, and almost fail. I wasn't sure enough to actually jump off the balcony, tho. That was actually a really cool feeling, I mean how incredibly real it was, but I knew it was a dream...it almost makes me wonder if I ever will be awake, and think it's a dream. (Almost, not quite, don't worry, I'm not goint to try to fly IRL anytime soon.)

Hahaha. Yeah, what's funny is that I'm always so sure that I would never do something crazy in waking life, because I'm usually so sure that I can feel the difference between a dream and waking life, when I have a suspicion I'm dreaming...but after dreams like that...it's hard not to second guess myself. Lol.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I'm finally getting some control, I think...not where you are, by any means, but a little bit. I watched "Last King of Scotland" the other night and I was hoping it wouldn't show up in my dream; I was thinking about it whenever I woke up, but I didn't dream about it. Thanks for reminding me about that "Children of Men" movie; I wanted to see it, but I forgot about it. Tonight I started "Tenacious D"--retarded, but funny; probably not dream-inducing.
Well enough cluttering O's DJ with randomness...and, as usual, thanks for the inspiration!

Keep up the good work, with the control. I haven't seen the Tenacious D movie yet, but I heard it was great. Heh. And Children of Men is outstanding. Let me know when you've watched it, so I can get your opinion of it. I've had a couple of dreams brought on by it, already.

05/07/2007
Why are all of my B6/Melatonin dreams so unpleasant? I know that the B6 makes things more vivid, but I'm really curious as to why the content is always so...shitty..
I went to sleep watching Spider-Man 3. Had a dream that I was walking barefoot through the desert, shoeless. Out of nowhere, there were these booby-traps in the ground that shot these curved quills into my feet and shins. I started struggling to get over them, pain surging through my legs. I found a big group of rocks and was able to sit down on them. I had to pull each of the quills out of my feet, individually. They were all about 5 inches long, and I had to drag them out, the long way, because the tips of the quills had hooks on them, like fish-hooks, so the only way to get them out was to run them all the way through. It Really hurt.
Just when I got them out, I realized that there were ants all over the rocks, and they were now crawling all over me. I started writhing around and brushing myself off to get the ants off of me, but there were millions of them. I don't think I ever got bit by any of them, though. The last thing I remember is hearing a loud "Rooooooooooaaaaaaarrr...." from out in the desert. It took me a minute, but I realized it was the Sandman. As soon as this happened I remembered that I was watching Spider-Man when I went to sleep, and the audio had worked its way into my dream. I woke up right after that.

05/08/2007
Nada.

Eeeeeeeeek...... .

You and your painful dreams. That just sounds awful!

I don't want to be inspired by that dream.


I hope you get some really good ones soon......

Yea, I've noticed that too...anything (chemical) that helps get me lucid is also likely to cause bad dreams; not like nightmares, just unpleasant. I wonder why that is. It seems to have lessened somewhat, but the lucid-inducing effects have decreased as well.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Eeeeeeeeek...... .

You and your painful dreams. That just sounds awful!

I don't want to be inspired by that dream.


I hope you get some really good ones soon......

Thank you.
Yeah, those painful dreams really suck. Sometimes I have to try to block them out of my head, just so I don't have repeats of them.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Yea, I've noticed that too...anything (chemical) that helps get me lucid is also likely to cause bad dreams; not like nightmares, just unpleasant. I wonder why that is. It seems to have lessened somewhat, but the lucid-inducing effects have decreased as well.

Yeah, that's the same with me. It's weird as hell, though. I mean, I can completely understand how a stimulant can make your dreams more vivid, even more intense, but there has got to be something psychological that makes the most vivid (chemically induced) dreams have negative content. Could it be that we are expecting our really vivid dreams to have some sort of scary/painful/unpleasant content? If so...I wonder why?

05/11/2007
Fragments
-I was watching anime with Jesse and he was talking about the style of art. We got into a discussion about some of the differences between anime/manga and American art.

-Was driving with Todd and Joe. We stopped into a convenience store to get beer and Todd was trying to trick me into buying each of us our own 12pks, instead of paying for his own. He was talking really fast, and trying to confuse me, hoping that I would simply "yes-man" my way into doing it, but I caught it.

-I was in a community with a bunch of kids and there was this radical Islamist, roaming around, that was trying to kill as many of the children as possible. The few adults and I were constantly on the lookout for him, but every now and then there would be a brutal attack, and one of the kids would be slaughtered. By the end of the dream, it turned out that the radical had one of the children aiding him, behind our backs - a little girl - and she was being a lookout for him. I remember catching him in the act of attacking one of the kids, and fighting with him, but I don't really remember the fight, itself.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Yeah, that's the same with me. It's weird as hell, though. I mean, I can completely understand how a stimulant can make your dreams more vivid, even more intense, but there has got to be something psychological that makes the most vivid (chemically induced) dreams have negative content. Could it be that we are expecting our really vivid dreams to have some sort of scary/painful/unpleasant content? If so...I wonder why?

I don't know but I think there has to be more than that; like it is an irritant to the brain somehow, biochemically--kind of like how too much pizza or whatever causes dreams because of physical restlessness; the chemicals cause brain restlessness due to neurotransmitter disturbance. I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I don't know but I think there has to be more than that; like it is an irritant to the brain somehow, biochemically--kind of like how too much pizza or whatever causes dreams because of physical restlessness; the chemicals cause brain restlessness due to neurotransmitter disturbance. I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Hahahaha. =)
It's all good, I understand where you're coming from. The only thing about that theory (believe me, I've thought of it too) is that it doesn't explain why the subject matter would be so negative. I mean, I could see how the dream would, inherently, be more intense or unnerving, but for the content to be so...bad...I dunno. There's gotta be something psychological that's triggering that kind of response. Right? Hell...I don't really know what I'm talking about, either, so don't feel you're alone in this.

05/13/2007
All I remember is that I was walking through the ghetto, wearing a really badass, homemade, Spawn costume. I checked it out in a mirror, and it was really detailed. It was more like Medieval Spawn, though, in that it had all these spikes and shit sticking out of it, and actually had two long horns coming out of the head of the mask.
What's funny(er) about the costume is that, instead of Spawn's regular cape, I had a really long Santa cloak on - bright red, with white balls of fur lining the edge. Also, I was carrying a replica of Cloud's Seven-Piece Sword (from Advent Children) on my back. It, too, was homemade, and not very solid, but it looked pretty tight. Lol. Weird dream.

05/14/2007
I was hanging out with my ex and some friends of ours. We were at the movies and my ex was sitting next to me. Some time during the movie, she reaches over, real slow, and starts holding my hand. This caught me by surprise but (given the fact that things have been unusually civil, between her and I, lately) it was actually kind of nice, so I didn't fight it, and held her hand. She came to realize that the unexpectedness of it was uh..."getting a rise out of me," so to speak, she let go of my hand and discretely grabbed my crotch, doing so in a way that wouldn't catch the attention of anyone around us. Completely shocked, I looked over at her, to see her looking back at me with this mischievious grin.
We ended up making out (and then some, I believe, but can't remember) later on in the dream, after we'd all gone back to a house party.

05/15/2007
”L1 and L2” / “Failed Lucid Task”
This one started at a college party or something. There was a girl that a frat brother was with, L1 - a girl that I (kinda) knew in waking life, and she was trying to hook me up with a friend of hers. I wasn't really all that interested in the second girl, and was more interested in L1. By the end of the night, there was really no chemistry between the second girl and I, at all. Before too long, everyone was absolutely wasted, and a bit of an orgy broke out. L1 and her friend were side-by-side, going at it with two guys, and me and a bunch of other people were standing around watching, drinking and just…well…still partying, while this was going on.

Later, L1’s friend(s) had left and I was talking to her. She was asking me why I never made any moves on her friend and I said something about how I’d been more interested in making a move on her, but never really had the opportunity, because that other guy was always hanging around her, and that (I forget the reason why, but) I just wasn’t really interested in her friend.
She was kind of shocked at this and then started to get excited. She said something like “Well…I’m going to go check and see if my roommate is coming home any time soon…if not….you can make any moves on me you want.” She smiled and went inside the house where the party was.

She came back out and gave me the all clear and we were immediately making out. We went inside and I slammed the door behind me, practically pushing her down the hallway, while kissing her, with my arm wrapped around her lower back so that her feet barely touched the floor. We were damn near tripping over each other, trying to walk and make out at the same time. At first, we were in a sort of living room, and started banging on the sofa. We switched positions a time or two and then I’d noticed that the window blinds were open. Across the way was, apparently, my mom’s house. She and my daughter were sitting at the dining room table and their window was adjacent to ours. We suddenly jumped up off of the couch, amazed that they hadn’t seen us, and then closed the blinds. A bit unnerved at this, we decided to take it to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, we were going nuts. It seemed like we’d been going at it forever and, at one point, I’d happened to notice that my shadow was casting itself upon the closed, bedroom blinds. Due to the motion, it would be obvious to anyone outside, what was going on. I tried to adjust my position a bit, to bring my shadow out of the window, but when I looked back down at L…she was gone.

I was like “what the fuck??” and started looking around for her. I opened the bedroom door, still completely naked, and saw another girl that I worked with in waking life, L2 (who I really had a thing for) and she was obviously just coming home from work, dressed in a green and black suit. She was sitting on the couch, letting her hair down, and must have heard the bedroom door open, because she started to turn to look at me. I shut the door before she saw me. I was thinking “L2 is L1’s ROOMATE???! Oh shit!” I just knew L2 was going to try to investigate why the door closed so suddenly, and as soon as I thought this, I could hear her knocking. I’m like “Shit…Shit..Shit…Shit…” and looking for a place to hide. I ran to the bathroom and closed the door. Standing, silent, in the dark bathroom, I heard her come in the room. I was thinking “This isn’t happening! There is NO WAY this is happening!!! I must be dreaming!!!” I tried to put my hand through the wall, to confirm it, and it wouldn’t move. It felt just like a real wall.
I heard the bathroom doorknob begin to rattle.
“NOOO!” I’m thinking to myself. “THIS IS A DREAM! TELL ME THIS IS A DREAM!!” I then tried to put my hand through the wall again…..and it worked!! My hand passed right through the wall like air. Not waiting around for another moment, I suddenly flew up through the bathroom ceiling, and out of the house.

I was in a bit of a black void for a little while, still flying upward. I was trying to think of something constructive to do with my lucidity, before I lost it. Immediately I thought about the Tasks of the Month. I hadn’t really paid much attention to this month’s tasks, before now, and the only one I could remember was the one about “making a tree pull up its roots and walk around.” I knew I had to create a scene with trees. It was suddenly daytime, and I was now descending toward a green field. Everything looked animated, though, and I could tell that my concentration of trying to create an outdoor scene with trees was making the dream fade. I could actually feel myself waking up. To counter this, I simply stopped trying, for a moment. I completely relaxed and looked at the scenery, as it was. Everything came back into focus. (I forgot about looking at my hands, though.) With a bit more control, I thought about a wooded area and was, soon after, landing in a small clearing, surrounded by trees. Most of the trees were rather small, and I wanted to uproot something impressive. I turned around and saw that I was standing in front of a massive tree. I decided to get started and wondered how I was going to go about this.
I’d actually misinterpreted the task, in that it asked for the tree to “pull up it’s own roots” and walk around. Instead, I decided to levitate the tree up out of the ground. I focused on it and lifted my arms slowly upward. The tree began to rise, and I could see that it had a squared base, completely flat, with no roots. While keeping the tree in the air, I began to manipulate the bottom of it, using my mind to draw out long tendrils of roots from the square base. Just as they touched the ground, and I was prepared to make the tree walk around, I got stung on my arm by something.
I looked down and saw a tiny wasp, about the size of a fly. My vision actually had to zoom in on it, to tell that it was (what looked like) a wasp. As soon as I noticed it, though, I noticed another…and another, and another. I was now being swarmed by these wasps that I had obviously disturbed when I uprooted the tree. (Damn my detailed mind. ). After trying to swat them away for a while, I was preparing to do the old DBZ energy field thing and fry them all, but the dream suddenly ended.

05/16/2007
”Ex-Squared”
I was bringing my daughter back home, to her mom’s apartment. While inside, There were actually two versions of my ex in the house. They were both sitting on the floor, and one of them was changing my daughter’s step sister, diaper. I had been hanging out with my ex’s husband, so I wasn’t necessarily in a hurry to leave, which is usually an uncomfortable situation, between her and I, anyway.
So, while I was sitting on the couch, putting my shoes and getting ready to leave, I could hear Ex1 talking to her other daughter, who is about 2 and, in baby talk, talking trash about me - mocking me and saying a lot of shit like “Oohh..look at me..” (speaking from ‘my perspective’) “…I think I’m all that, and blah blah blah” and stuff along those lines. Can’t remember what, exactly, though. Basically, she was being herself, at her most obnoxious.
I was getting pissed and was just about to start spewing some stuff back at her, when the other one, Ex2, butted in with something like “Why are you still here, anyway??” speaking to me. Even more vexed, I was about to rip into her while explaining that I was here hanging out with the husband, but was about to leave. Before I really started, she shot me a glance and, since Ex1 was sitting behind her, and couldn’t see Ex2’s face, she mouthed the words “who cares? Just go” I could tell that, by this gesture, she was trying to appease Ex2 by seeming to talk shit to me, too, when, actually, silently, she was gesturing for me to just go ahead and leave, without arguing with Ex2, so as not to start and huge fight.
The two versions of her apparently represented the two sides of her personality that I experience in waking life.
I appreciated the gesture from Ex1 and left the house, without saying another word to Ex2.

Weird dream.

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Originally Posted by Oneironaut

05/15/2007
Most of the trees were rather small, and I wanted to uproot something impressive. I turned around and saw that I was standing in front of a massive tree.

So that's what happened...I was wondering how I was able to do this and not you...keep trying! It would be cool if you did like a giant red-wood!