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    About orangeillusions
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    I live in Portland, Oregon, USA. I'm an artist and a craftsperson. I make sometimes funny, sometimes cute, sometimes weird stuffed animals and sell them. I also play the guitar but not very well. I write poetry, stories, and songs. I live with my boyfriend, his dog, and my cat in a big house. I grew up in Santa Fe, New Mexico, the land of enchantment and/or entrapment depending on your life and luck. I think I had my first lucid dream when I was about 6 but I don't remember for sure.
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    The serial charcoal graphiti artist killer

    by orangeillusions on 11-11-2011 at 12:16 AM
    (Note: I am one of those people that could be staring Hitler in the face with a gun and still not be able to fire, so dreaming about being a serial killer is really a bit creepy to me. Especially since, in the dream, I felt a joy in the killing and a kind of righteousness.)

    I was a man named Charles Soderberg. I had a brother or a father, I can't remember named David Soderberg. The dream was long but I can't remember it all. I was in some kind of school building that was like an old building in Seattle. It was I think a time when I wasn't supposed to be there, like late at night. I think it might have been a college campus building, I don't know. I had charcoal in my left hand and a gun in my right. Apparently I drew with my left in the dream (In real life I'm right handed.) There was some kind of meeting happening, and I snuck in and shot a bunch of the people in the meeting. Not everyone, as I was specific about who I wanted to kill. There was a security guard with a gun who chased me but I managed to sneak out. I ran down the hall to an area where I had the choice between two separate stairwells and an elevator. I pushed the elevator button and the doors took some time to open. Finally they did, and I stepped in just as someone walked down the hall and went through the door of one of the stairwells.

    Fearing that he would show up about the same time as the elevator would on the bottom floor I got out of the elevator and as quietly as possible took the other stairwell. I found that it passed a door that went outside, and I almost missed it. I went outside, and I was feeling elated at making it outside unnoticed. I probably drew something on the door.

    I don't remember details about the next part of the dream, only a lot of running around with charcoal in my hand, trying to hide and not be noticed but still drawing all over everything. I don't even know what I was drawing, faces I think, possibly somewhat realistic.

    I was finally in a park, and somehow I recognized it. It was either a park or a cemetery. I was suddenly not Charles anymore, I was me, but i still had the charcoal in my hand. I saw my boyfriend's dog run up to me, and I was really happy to see him but really concerned that I was wanted and would put them in danger. I stayed there though. That's all I remember.


    (Out of curiosity I did a google search. There is an artist online named David Soderberg. Maybe my subconscious remembers seeing his work or something, because the work even looks similar.)
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    Nada

    by orangeillusions on 11-10-2011 at 01:14 AM
    I don't remember anything from last night other than there were dreams, though part of me didn't want to remember my dreams. I was feeling really off emotionally, so I kind of let go of the lucid dream intent and even the remembering intent. I didn't feel like bringing any of that into my dreams even though I should have, I might have been able to process something or learn something.

    I know I was dreaming. My insomnia was particularly bad. I went to sleep around 4 am, woke up around 8:30, went back to sleep around 11 am and woke up at 2:30. Ugh. My day is half over. It doesn't help that I am self employed either, there's nothing making me get up to go anywhere. :/
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    First dream journal entry.

    by orangeillusions on 11-08-2011 at 11:40 PM
    Notes: Nothing lucid. Also I want to put a notebook under my pillow so I can jot down reminders notes. Getting up, opening my computer, finding and putting on my glasses, getting my eyes to focus, all is too disruptive to my sleep. This time I just lay and thought about the dreams trying to memorize them before I fell asleep which worked OK but I still forgot a few. There were several. I also have pretty epic and adventurous dreams usually, these ones were kind of repetitive, awkward, and when they weren't about killing they were about failing or just boring. :/

    Leaving Seamus in the car by the river:
    I had Seamus (My cat) with me. I picked him up and put him in the car at some point. I had the van, and he and I were at some kind of river. I think I've dreamt of similar places before. It kind of reminds me of the upper pecos river where we used to swim when I was a kid, but there's houses and stuff along it and it's a little bigger. It's in a wooded pretty lush foresty canyon. High canyon walls make it a little dark. The river is very rocky and fast moving and clear. It's a beautiful place. Somehow I went home and later realized that I had left Seamus in the car but had not brought the car with me. I don't really know where home was in this dream but I went there. It might have been half mile down the river or soemthing. I walked back to the car and found him laying on the back seat, content but I guessed he might be hungry because he had been there all night with no food or water. I don't know why I didn't just drive the first time.

    Killing the woman with the dog
    This might have beenthe same dream as the math class, I don't know. There was something about having to kill this woman with a dog. She was unconscious and she didn't bleed, but I cut her hands off or something creepy like that. Which made the dog really sad and whine and sniff at her. I felt really bad about the dog but still felt that I should put her out of her misery so I severed her spinal cord with a big knife. Somehow my logic was that the dog would be less unhappy if she was dead than if she was half dead. Ugh. She still didn't bleed. It was like cutting sausage with a bone in it and I felt really horrible about it. She was put in like a toy chest or something. Some kind of big chest that looked like it had toys in it. There seemed to be other people with the same assignment. The dog was a little black dog, maybe a poodle or one of those longhaired terriers. It was really sweet and really sad. Gah no wonder I woke up feeling guilty and horrible. Ugh.

    The math class
    I was in a math class with a bunch of children. I hadn't been doing my homework. It's a recurring dream theme, sometimes the class is a college class, sometimes high school, this time it was elementary, and of course I had a whole workbook that I hadn't touched and we were about halfway through our semester or something like that. There was a strange desk with kind of a wall thing around the top of it so I had to reach into it to write on it, and to do so I had to stand. Since I was bigger than the kids in the room, being an adult, I wondered how they used this thing. I just grabbed my workbook and tried to use it in front of the desk. I could probably draw the thing. It was a weird looking desk. I kept needing things like tissue and accidentally disrupting the class. I didn't take very good notes, hadn't done any of my homework, and was pretty lost. However I think there were a few times when i glanced at the problems and they were not that difficult. Something maybe you would learn in 5th grade with parenthetical parts of them. Maybe they were equations so maybe it was more prealgebra phase. This dream was long and kind of repetitive. The teacher was my last college math teacher.

    Throwing food away and the chalkboard.
    There was a big chalkboard. I did some kind of art on it supposedly but I was just messing around on it. I got dorlands wax medium on it, and I got melted crayon on it. I was trying to scrape the crayon off, and there was a big trash can beside me. Somehow I started throwing food away. There was some cheese that I grated straight into the trash. Then there was a package of baby carrots and sliced bell pepper that were new that I started to throw away. Feeling suddenly like this was a silly thing to do, even if there were a couple ants in them, I started pulling the carrots back out, then the pile of cheese, and saw that I had a bowl of perfectly good cooked brocoli on the counter, perfect for the cheese. I was holding the cheese in one hand, and the carrots in the bag in the other and staring at the brocoli when I woke up.

    Syd is no longer my facebook friend?
    Syd was no longer my facebook friend. There was some kind of friend tracker button and I clicked it and saw his name and fuzzy pic of his face. I got mad and yelled "Dammit!" or something. Marcus looked at me like WTF? I apologized and said I was upset, but I got that out of my system. But I was wondering why he had deleted me? Had I said something? Was he just clearing out people that weren't real friends? I didn't understand and felt kind of rejected. He's not a real friend just an aquaintance but we share most of our political views and I like seeing his updates.