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!!@@color(green):Prehistoric Attack (or, Bigfoot's new Groove)@@
//Thursday night, April 17^^th^^, 2008//
Started out in a fast food place like a Taco Bell. You had to put your cane or walking stick, whatever, in a little bin by the counter before you ordered. Mine was a large rolled-up foam mat in a plastic wrap, that I used as a walking stick. It was labeled with a really long name, and it was a dance pad much like would be used for DDR. So I'm up there placing my order, and this other guy comes along, with a rolled-up mat nearly identical to mine, except his is the Super version. He places it upright in the bin beside mine, and places his order. Then he reaches for his mat and heads off with his food. Except he intentionally takes mine instead.
I know the guy just wants to start something, but I'm pissed anyway. I'd never even opened it, and I somehow knew he intended to use it. So I grab his mat, and follow after him. The surrounding area is really weird, but cool. We are among the [[ruins|DreamSigns]] of some sort of seemingly ancient industrial buildings, but buried way back in the woods and overgrown with vines and underbrush. I find the guy setting up my mat on a huge concrete platform that was once the second floor of a huge building, but now is all that remains.
Naturally, I'm upset, as he's tearing my foam mat on the rough floor, the mint condition mat, once a collector's item, is now worthless. So I call him out. He's ready for me, though, and claims that since I'm calling him out, he has the right to choose the weapons and the nature of the duel. He chooses DDR. Also, he says he gets to use his own mat, since I so nicely brought it to him. So he goes off to set his mat up on a much more even section of floor, while I'm left to inspect mine closer.
The damage is substantial, but it is still usable. I find that the foam is thin, only maybe an inch thick, if that, and covered in small upraised squares. I prepare to kick his ass at DDR, and remember that I get to choose the song. I chose a great grooving song by the Commodores, that I had long since mastered. It was obscure enough that I had never been beaten playing it before. And so it began. I was winning, when all of a sudden we (and our gathered audience from the fast food place) were attacked by prehistoric beasts. There were dinosaurs, big hairy Sasquatch-looking things, that were at least semi-sentient, because one started playing on my opponent's DDR pad after my opponent had been drug off, and was beating me but good at it.
But there were also the Biters. They started after the main troupe of beasts had passed through, and there were only a few of us left. It was me and a few kids, and maybe a woman. There was a large bucket on the ground filled with a gelatinous substance that was in turn filled with what looked like maggots. The bucket started to rock back and forth, the gelatin within rippling and quivering, and the maggots began to grow. Soon the bucket was rocking violently, almost about to spill its contents on the ground, and the gelatin mass inside had formed a sphere of larvae grouped together.
Then it tipped over, and the sphere spilled out. A hole began to form in the ball's outer membrane, growing larger and larger as we watched, fascinated and terrified at what might come out. As well we should have been. For what came out was strange and terrible. Small but voracious leech-like creatures, slimy and floppy, that could throw themselves through the air quite accurately. These were followed by the Biters, little balls of slimy flesh with an opening on one side through which teeth as long as its body protruded. They latched onto the first living thing they touched, and they sought out warmth.
They would jump through the air, each kind, at us, and we would either bat them away or be bitten. At one point a Biter leapt through the air and before I could twist away from batting away a Leech, it latched on to my crotch. I just knew I was a goner, but luckily my layers of clothing and jeans caught the brunt of the bite, and before it could start to chew its way further, I grabbed it and, fighting its incredible momentum as it tried to get away despite having no limbs, threw it at a Leech, where it firmly stuck and began to gnaw away.
I kept this up as I could, batting and kicking the Biters at the Leeches, or even picking them up and throwing them as I could, and others caught on. Soon enough, we were free of that threat as the larvae-things ate each other. We eventually ventured on down the road to an abandoned house I revealed to have been mine, that I built, before I realized that if I stayed there, I would be advertising my presence to the creatures of this place, and wouldn't live long at all. We then moved on, after finding my old clothes and belongings in the house, using an old car to escape to civilization.
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!!~Mini-DV Dream
//Thursday night, April 17^^th^^, 2008//
Posting a topic for my 1,000th post on DreamViews, consternation.
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!!The Russian Rifle
//Friday morning/early afternoon, April 18^^th^^, 2008//
Something about two [[rifles|DreamSigns]], one Russian. [[Daisy|DreamSigns]] was involved, took place at home but I was getting ready to go somewhere. Off to war? It was taking me forever to get my stuff together, kept going in and out of the house and porch, [[Daisy|DreamSigns]] was out and I was going to take her with me, on a leash, but realized I couldn't shoot a [[rifle|DreamSigns]] with [[Daisy|DreamSigns]] on a leash at my side, so I thought maybe I should put her back in the pen.
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!!Manhunt
//Friday morning/early afternoon, April 18^^th^^, 2008//
Trying to find a serial killer (?) in some sort of compound, kept searching around these [[ponds|DreamSigns]], (behind?) buildings 1-6 I think, nothing found, but talked to the General in charge of the [military?] compound, and there were only 3-4 buildings with numbers! Turns out he was in an underground hideout under the pond behind building #5. I think [[Spartiate|DreamSigns]] @@color(maroon):[Note: [[DV members|DreamSigns]] are now an official dreamsign! I dream about several DV members every night it seems!]@@ was in there too; it was his basement somehow?
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!!Messaged
//Friday morning/early afternoon, April 18^^th^^, 2008//
[[Tab|DreamSigns]] sent me an IM on Yahoo! asking how I was doing. I wasn't really sure how to respond.
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!!Food Fight
//Friday night, April 18^^th^^, 2008//
I dreamed something about cooking/grilling outside. [[Mama|DreamSigns]] wanted me to pay attention to her for something regarding fried okra, but I was busy and told her I couldn't look right now. I was crouched down inspecting something on the ground when [[Mama|DreamSigns]] brought the wide spatula-thing with hot okra on it right under my face, then lifted up, pressing the mess into my face quite uncomfortably. Rather nastily, too. I had one of those thick pencils in my right hand, and I got pissed as all get out, batted the spatula out of my way with my left hand, switched my grip on the pencil to a reverse grip, raised up a bit and held the pencil out almost like I wold stab her with it, though I would never. Then I angrily stood up, dropped the pencil, and grabbed the spatula forcefully out of her hands and threw it as far to my right as I could.
I then turned back to my cooking at the grill and utterly ignored [[Mama|DreamSigns]], as I was seriously steamed.
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!!Take Me Home, Country Roads
//Friday night, April 18^^th^^, 2008//
Something about [[country roads|DreamSigns]] and going to visit Mrs. ~McClendon @@color(maroon):[A friend of my mother's]@@. Then something about a passenger train, and some sort of intrigue aboard it. Seems like I met some friends from the past on there, who had daughters a bit younger than me. Also something about cell phones, and downloading applications for them.
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!!Quickie with Burns
//Friday night, April 18^^th^^, 2008//
Posting on [[MM|DreamSigns]], replying or talking to ''Burns''.
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!!@@color(green):Rambo Rocks. Hard. Rock Hard.@@
//Saturday afternoon, April 19^^th^^, 2008//
I had a dream which would make ''Oneironaut'' proud! I dreamed I was Rambo, from the new Rambo movie. This was probably one of the bloodiest dreams I've ever had, it was great. The dream was in a [[particular color scheme|DreamSigns]] that consisted of a gritty, nearly duotone videography style, very vivid and dirty. As it started, I was Rambo, trying to protect some missionaries until they reached the border of Burma. Pretty much exactly like the movie, which I haven't even seen yet.
We were set upon by various enemies wielding various weaponry, but I had this freaking huge helicopter-mounted machine gun that I had ripped from its mount and was carrying, belt slung off one hip. They didn't stand a chance as the gun ripped through them like paper maché. [[Blood|DreamSigns]] flew everywhere as the rounds from this massive gun tore through their flesh, leaving holes big enough to put your fist through. We were wading through swampy [[ponds|DreamSigns]] a lot, and at one point guerrillas ambushed us from underneath the water, but that was no problem, as the machine gun cut right into the water and rendered them floating bodies.
I eventually ran out of ammo, and decided maybe stealth would be a better option for a bit. So I unsheathed my trusty combat knife @@color(maroon):[Not the one from the movie this time, but rather a bit smaller.]@@ and used it to slash throats, throw into enemies' necks, and generally cause bloody mayhem wherever I passed. This was an extremely vivid dream, and the colors remained that gritty duotone. I was at once both Rambo, in first person and watching from a third person perspective. Sometimes it would switch perspectives at key moments. At one point I remember coming up behind a guard, then he evidently heard me, and started to turn about with a look of outright fear on his face, and I just viciously raised my knife and slashed it across his throat. His head lolled back, no longer supported, and blood shot in a huge fountain, spraying all over me and the [[forest|Dreamsigns]] around us.
A bit later on, we came to a broad expanse of shallow [[water|DreamSigns]]. I left the missionaries at the edge, then went ahead out into the water to scout out things. Something felt fishy, no pun intended. I got out just a bit, and this quite large white guy, evidently a hired mercenary sent to deal with me, showed himself, beckoned to me with his combat knife, then came at me. He obviously knew what he was doing, so I didn't hesitate. As he closed with me, I threw my knife into his thigh, then ducked under his swing and rocked it back out of his leg and went on the defense momentarily. We fought our way out into the water, rough and tumble, neither wanting to give ground but being pressed back. At times each of us had the upper hand, but I started to prevail before long as I figured him out.
The guy was good, I'll give him that. But he was still no match for me. I was cutting him up left and right, with only a few wounds of my own. The fighting was fast, and vicious. There were no holds barred, no cuts too low. He stuck his blade into my upper arm/shoulder, but I just pulled it out and slashed across his chest with it before tossing it back to him, beckoning him on. I was grinning fiercely by now, enjoying the fight. He came at me again, and I drove him back, cutting his thigh and neck. He staggered away, seemingly hurt, but came back for more. He was persistent, and just wouldn't give up.
This is where it really got bloody. He had two knives by now somehow, I think he'd pulled another one from a sheath at his back or somewhere, so I took one from him with a swift maneuver and did a quick one-two-three number on him. First slashing across his chest deeply, sending blood flying, then a deep slash to the throat, which sent blood spouting at least ten feet into the air, and knocked his chin up as my fist contacted it, then while he was still moving from his own inertia, a hard stab just above and to the right of the heart, burying my blade deep into his chest. He staggered away, mortally wounded and barely still alive. He kept staggering, still pumping blood from his wounds. Then, in a strange twist of fate, he pulled the knife from his chest @@color(maroon):[Or it may have been another, I'm not sure. I think it was his, actually, not mine. A black-coated combat knife, similar to a Chris Reeve one-piece.]@@ and threw it underhand and backhand behind himself and right into the muscles of my left thigh, with a satisfied smirk on his face.
The knife stuck true, and buried itself deep into my leg. This was bad, as I couldn't move my left leg at all; it had locked up completely due to the placement of the knife. The blade had severed the muscles that controlled that leg, and it felt like a solid lead block now. I heard something, a motor, and looked up, to find that I was in deep trouble. A huge passenger boat was headed straight for me, with a deck full of drinking, carousing partygoers. It bore down on me, never veering from its course, never slowing a bit, and the mercenary smirked snidely as he collapsed dead, knowing that he caused my demise as his last act. I took it like a man, because Rambo isn't afraid to die. It was a good day to die. @@color(maroon):[I saw the boat closing from a third person view, and at one point it seemed as if it was coming from behind me, but I'd seen it in front of me too. Not sure what was up with that. Maybe just the dream fading as my certain doom drew near.]@@
The dream faded just before the boat mowed me down.
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!!Mall Boredom
//Saturday afternoon, April 19^^th^^, 2008//
I was wondering around a huge [[mall|DreamSigns]] while the parents shopped, going from store to store in a bored fashion. I then remembered, not long before my time was up, about the book section, so I hurried over there to try and find any books on Photoshop or graphic design I could read, but no such luck. So I then headed over to the videogames, which were kept n a divided bin, and to my great surprise, found the new Indiana Jones game. I didn't know it was out already, so I looked it over carefully. Sure enough, the release date was April 18th. The box was thick, and in the Indiana Jones themed colors, but there were no pictures, or even a blurb about the game. Just the price, a whopping $73.08, and the name, which sounded kinda strange. //Indiana Jones and the King of Azura//, or something along those lines.
I then headed off to walk around some more, after deciding that I couldn't afford the game, and that I wasn't even sure that was the official game. I walked right by [[Mama|DreamSigns]] and [[Daddy|DreamSigns]], who were checking out, obviously ready to go. Mama beckoned to me, but I acted like I didn't see her, and kept walking, trying to prolong my stay. I was going back to the bookstore. Then I decided I really didn't want to get left, so I turned around and went back, catching up to them near the door.
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!!Gunman Without a Cause
//Sunday night, April 20^^th^^, 2008//
I remember driving around in a [[car|DreamSigns]] with [[Mama|DreamSigns]] and [[Daddy|DreamSigns]] and my sister. Except in my dream, my sister was only about a year or two older, and wasn't [[Tab|DreamSigns]] or [[Heather|DreamSigns]]. We would drive around and park in front of a building @@color(maroon):[Maybe [[Mama|DreamSigns]] and [[Daddy|DreamSigns]] were selling something?]@@ and just sit out in the car for a bit. I had a bit of a runny nose, and kept running out of tissue paper.
[[The atmosphere was dark and gloomy|DreamSigns]]. It was cool, very cloudy, overcast, and just plain dark. It was daytime I'm pretty sure. Lots of grays and browns. We were up in the hills, lots of curves in the roads and no guardrails.
At one point we had stopped and parked in front of a convenience store-like building, when this tall blond guy walks up, stops about thirty feet to the left of our car, and draws his [[handgun|DreamSigns]] from its holster. The holster was molded Kydex, a nice paddle-style one. He was wearing a long, heavy overcoat, black, almost like a duster. Underneath that he was wearing plainclothes, but I got the impression he was a policeman at first. He held his gun, may have twirled it a time or two, then placed it back into his holster. It was obvious he was making a show of it, trying to intimidate us. I remember thinking, “I'm not scared of a gun. Who does he think he's scaring?”
Then he turned to face our car, quickly drew his gun and fired one shot at the frame of the back door. I don't think I even flinched, but my sister jumped. The guy then came over, opened the car door, and got in. My sister slid over toward me as the man took her seat, aimed carefully at the door frame, and fired one shot from the inside, in the exact same spot as his first shot from the outside. This made a hole clean through the door. Then the guy @@color(maroon):[who looked a little like a cross between James Marsters and the T-1000 from T2]@@ dropped the empty magazine from his pistol, which was a huge, shiny, chrome-plated monster of a handgun, and loaded another magazine.
He then fired another shot, again aiming carefully, through the hole he'd just made, aiming at the corner of the building off to our left. He fired five or six shots at this corner, making a right mess of the steel plate at the corner. After every shot he would drop his magazine out and load a fresh one. He acted as if we should be impressed and intimidate by this show of marksmanship, but we weren't. I told him, “What's the big deal with that? I could do better when I was ten years old!”
Of course my sister had to be helpful and pipe up, “You weren't allowed to shoot until you were twelve.”
Which was true, but I didn't want this gunman to know that. Thanks, dream sis.
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!!'Shroom Octopus
//Sunday night, April 20^^th^^, 2008//
My friend Jeremy called me, and wanted me to look at a [[website|DreamSigns]] to which he directed me. He sounded rather sheepish, and started to apologize. It seems he had pretended to be me, or my alias, on a college application. Everything that was filled out referenced a one Kyp Degal, my internet alias from way back. All except the picture, which was of him right enough, but had the title, “Not Kyp Degal”. I thought it was funny rather than being upset, as he had thought I'd be.
Somehow from that it faded into a view of a dark, dank [[pond|DreamSigns]], with two huge koi-like fish-creatures in it. They were similar in shape to koi, but I think they had limbs, maybe tentacles, and really really big mouths. This was supposed to represent Jeremy and his girlfriend somehow I think. Almost like huge river catfish. Each one was easily six feet long, maybe eight.
The dream then showed a huge octopus gathering itself and shoving off from the bottom of the [[pond|DreamSigns]], headed right for the unwitting koi. It had no good intentions. However, it didn't realize just how big the koi, and their mouths, were, and one of the koi opened its huge jaws and devoured the octopus, swallowing it whole despite its struggles.
In another part of the pond, large mushroom caps and stalks were floating about, ready to be gathered. I'm pretty sure they were of the hallucinogenic variety. @@color(maroon):[Having watched the AotS 420 special from Jamaica not long before I went to bed, this would make sense.]@@
I then woke up, inside the dream. @@color(maroon):[False awakenings are becoming more common for me, it seems. I need to designate a text color for them, I guess. Note to self: take care of that soon.]@@ My [[mother|DreamSigns]] kept insisting she had something to show me. Finally I got out of bed, and my mother showed me a spot on the mattress beneath my main mattress, which was offset from the rest of my bed by a few feet for some reason. She said there was something I should see, that Jeremy wanted me to see it. She pointed to a wet spot on the sheets @@color(maroon):[Why there were sheets on that mattress I do not know...]@@ and then when I told her, sleepily and none too happily, that there was nothing there, she explained that there should be a small octopus there that they had pulled out of a bucket.
I wasn't very happy at this. I said something about how now it was probably under my bed somewhere, and how it would get under there and die, and I'd never get the smell out of my room. I was going to have to move my bed now, and possibly go through all my junk under it! Why couldn't she just leave the octopus where it was, and have me come look at it there? She said Jeremy had been the one to actually move it. Never mind that he was nowhere around.
So I moved my bed back from the wall, and sure enough, there the little octopus was. In two pieces. It almost seemed as if the octopus was made from the same mushrooms from the pond earlier. So I picked it up and took into the kitchen, where I put it in the trash can. I then looked around the kitchen, which was set up considerably different than it should be, and opened the refrigerator to find soft drinks galore in there. @@color(maroon):[This is strange because we almost never have soft drinks in the refrigerator.]@@ My mother said something about food in there, but I wasn't looking for food. I'm not sure what I was looking for, actually. Maybe mushrooms...
I then went back to my room and back to bed. In my dream. Confusing, I know.
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!!Got Any Spyderco?
//Tuesday night, April 22^^nd^^, 2008//
I was at a small bookstore, some woman left me a few books on the counter that she wanted me to buy. The total cost added up to $3.34 @@color(maroon):[this actually means something to me]@@. I went to pay for them, and saw [[knives|DreamSigns]] in the counter display. I asked if they had any Spyderco knives, they had no folders; just a single fixed blade. It turns out the cashier was [[Matt|DreamSigns]]. [[Heather|DreamSigns]] was with me. [[Matt|DreamSigns]] showed me the knife. It was similar to a karambit, only with the cutting edge on the outside curve instead of the inner. [[Matt|DreamSigns]] came out from around the counter to demonstrate the knife, by cutting locks of [[Heather|DreamSigns]]'s hair, which [[Heather|DreamSigns]] didn't like very much.
[[Matt|DreamSigns]] said something about squash (the game, not the vegetable) and tennis. I think Wizalot @@color(maroon):[a friend from another board]@@ may have been there.
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!!Terrible Tab
//Tuesday night, April 22^^nd^^, 2008//
[[Tab|DreamSigns]] was up to her usual shenanigans. I have pretty vague recall of this dream, but I find it hard to describe. It was almost like the internet, but not @@color(maroon):[vague, I know. Bite me]@@.
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!!Fluffy Pink Bunnies
//Tuesday night, April 22^^nd^^, 2008//
Something about video threads on [[DV|DreamSigns]], for posting good videos. They were categorized, and one got merged. "~Good+Saturday" was part of the title. It was much longer, though. Lots of videos about rabbit suits. Full-sized, adult, rabbit suits. Some on hangers, some on people. A lot were pink. It was as creepy as you're thinking it was.
Same dream, something about this ridge with a rock on it in the desert.
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!!Saw V
//Wednesday night, April 23^^rd^^, 2006//
[[Matt|DreamSigns]] came over and took my circular saw. He took it back to his place, and was using it, along with two saws of his own, to cut away a block of concrete from his back porch. I walked over there and told him in no uncertain terms to give it back, and that he was never to try that again unless he wanted the saw used on him.
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!!New Baby?
//Wednesday night, April 23^^rd^^, 2008//
I had a dream where [[Heather|DreamSigns]] and [[Tab|DreamSigns]] were sleeping in the same room. [[Heather|DreamSigns]] was pregnant, and wanted me to feel her stomach to feel the baby. That's not weird at all... O_o
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!!Streak!
//Wednesday night, April 23^^rd^^, 2008//
Running [[naked|DreamSigns]] through the woods, a hot tub possibly involved...
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!!Just Moved In
//Wednesday night, April 23^^rd^^, 2008//
A set of apartment buildings, two stories tall with outside stairs leading up to the front balconies to which the doors opened. I was in one of the apartments, [[I had just moved in|DreamSigns]] . Was unpacking groceries I think, and there was a knock at the door. It was some kid I think. Young kid.
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!!Matt, Matt, Go Away...
//Wednesday night, April 23^^rd^^, 2008//
Something else about [[Matt|DreamSigns]] . Get out of my dreams already, asshole.
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!!A Whale of a Tale
//Thursday night, April 24^^th^^, 2008//
In a house somewhere with [[Heather|DreamSigns]] and someone else, maybe [[Tab|DreamSigns]]. I drank a small tumbler of bourbon, then sat on a couch fiddling with my [[camera|DreamSigns]]. What happened next was amazing. At one point, my surroundings just changed, and I was sitting on the sidelines of a water park type show, with whales in a river area that ran from in front of me around to my right. There was one gray whale and two killer whales, a male and female. It was weird, the water in front of me was cut off, like there was a glass wall holding it in, but there wasn't. So I could see the whales as they passed just beneath the water in front of me.
Then I decided I wanted to take closeup video of their antics, so I set my camera to record video, and jumped into the water at my right. The gray whale came by backwards, huge, pushed by the current, then one of the killer whales came blasting through, pushing the larger gray out of the way. I quickly grabbed ahold of it, puling myself onto its wide back. It then turned, with me in tow, and rounded the corner ahead at full speed, jumping through the air, crashing into a sort of small pen above the water with a lioness in it. I remember thinking, that thing could just grab me right off the whale's back! But it didn't, and we rode on.
The whale went down past where the audience could see, it would have been to my left if I were observing. There was a huge dropoff and a waterfall, and the whale went over it head-first, somersaulting head-over-tail, with me clinging desperately to its back, crouched down with my head tucked under. There was a corner of a scaffolding that if the whale were to hit on its back, it would crush me. Luckily, we missed it, landing with a huge splash. When we came back up, the whale strongly swam its way up the waterfall and back around, doing its circuit. I got off the same place I got on, and [[Tab|DreamSigns]] (I think) pulled me back out of the water.
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!!A Foot of a Different Color
//Thursday night, April 24^^th^^, 2008//
Me, [[Mama|DreamSigns]] and [[Daddy|DreamSigns]] were driving around looking for somewhere to buy something at, a bible program for the computer. We had the software box, but we needed either more copies, or it was an empty box. We went into one place that claimed they had it all, and looked around for awhile with no luck. Turns out the place mostly sold shoe molds... O_o
I was getting really tired and hungry, we all were, and I had developed a limp because of a poorly fit shoe, ironically enough, but I wasn't about to pay the prices they wanted for shoes, so I bore it. So we left, me limping painfully the whole way, until I finally found a wheelchair and took advantage of it to get back to the car. Riiiiiight... I really need to pay more attention to these things.
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!!Hostile Takeover
//Thursday night, April 24^^th^^, 2008//
[[Cars|DreamSigns]] parking on a hill beside a busy roadway. We were in hostile territory, perhaps Soviet territory? Some woman pulled up in a Jeep or similar, parked it on the hill but didn't set the emergency brake. Well, she thought she did, but what she pulled was the seat belt strap. She got out, carrying a case containing a [[sniper rifle|DreamSigns]], and walked down the hill to set it up, directly behind her [[car|DreamSigns]]. [[The car started to slowly roll downhill|DreamSigns]]. I jumped in to the car, grabbed the brake, and pulled it all the way up and back, but [[it didn't work|DreamSigns]]. The car kept rolling, a little faster now. So I got out, grabbed the frame of the door, and hauled the [[car|DreamSigns]] back up the hill to its parking spot.
It was frustrating, because I was playing a fine balancing game with the [[car|DreamSigns]]. In order to get it where it wouldn't roll down the hill, I had to get it way too close to the road for comfort, and the [[cars and trucks|DreamSigns]] on the road never slowed. There was something about the woman with the [[rifle|DreamSigns]] revealing that she wasn't even a good shot, and Gibbs (from NCIS) took over for her and fired the shot. He was with us. Whoever 'us' was.
@@color(maroon):[I seem to have a LOT of dreams involving cars, especially the brakes, not working as they should. It's disturbing. You'll see what I mean as my dream journal progresses.]@@
Same dream, there was a MiG in bad repair, that we were fixing up to fly. I think we were some rebel band of fighters. I was the mechanic. The pilot wanted to go ahead and give it a trial flight, despite my warnings, so we compromised and I went along, strapped to the rear of the left wing. Well, that or just holding on tight. It may not have been a MiG, I'm not the best with planes. It had VTOL. Anyway, I was doing my mechanic thing while we were in a near-vertical climb, when I spotted something bad. Bad and irreparable. I hollered out to the pilot, “Get out of there, it's going to blow up!” and with that I let go of the plane, and fell back in a freefall. I kept yelling to the pilot to get his rear out of that cockpit or he wasn't going to live to regret it, but he wouldn't, and then the plane exploded.
Miraculously, we both lived. At least the pilot had a parachute. I didn't. We were almost in the outer atmosphere when the thing blew, too. But hey, I'm [[Superman|DreamSigns]], right? Actually, I think I may have been Ironman in the dream. Anyway, he was laid up in a hospital bed and I was visiting him. He was red-faced, due to the burns that covered his body. I was apparently fine, and joking with him about what happened.
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!!Timber!
//Saturday night, April 26^^th^^, 2008//
I remember being [[attacked|DreamSigns]] by a guy with a 2x4, he came at me from around a corner. His first swing hit me solidly in the head and knocked me down, but I kicked him in the chest with both feet, sending him reeling. He kept [[attacking|DreamSigns]] me, and I kept [[fighting|DreamSigns]] back as well as I could with no weapon.
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!!That Darn Goat!
//Saturday night, April 26^^th^^, 2008//
A crazy billy goat kept trying to bite me. It was at [[Tab|DreamSigns]]'s I think, at least [[Tab|DreamSigns]] and Maggie were there. I stood on a table, and reached down to the goat, and it tried to bite off my finger. Then I just got down and kicked the goat in the head. I think I carried it off somewhere.
There was something about a long [[water|DreamSigns]] slide with tires. Not inner tubes, tires. Lot's of lube, too. It was going down the hill behind the house.
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Foreground: #000
PrimaryPale: #8cf
PrimaryLight: #18f
PrimaryDark: #014
SecondaryPale: #ffc
SecondaryLight: #fe8
SecondaryMid: #db4
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TertiaryPale: #eee
TertiaryLight: #ccc
TertiaryMid: #999
TertiaryDark: #666
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Links to Dream Journal entries by date:
''April''
*[[April 17 2008]]
*[[April 18 2008]]
*[[April 19 2008]]
*[[April 20 2008]]
*[[April 22 2008]]
*[[April 23 2008]]
*[[April 24 2008]]
*[[April 26 2008]]
''May''
*[[May 1 2008]]
*[[May 3 2008]]
*[[May 4 2008]]
*[[May 5 2008]]
*[[May 8 2008]]
*[[May 9 2008]]
*[[May 10 2008]]
*[[May 11 2008]]
*[[May 12 2008]]
*[[May 13 2008]]
*[[May 15 2008]]
*[[May 16 2008]]
*[[May 17 2008]]
*[[May 19 2008]]
*[[May 20 2008]]
*[[May 21 2008]]
*[[May 22 2008]]
*[[May 24 2008]]
*[[May 27 2008]]
*[[May 28 2008]]
*[[May 29 2008]]
I have quite a few dreamsigns, which actually does help me become lucid more often. All dreamsigns in my dream journal posts link to this list.
*Bodies of water, in many forms. Whether it's a lake, the creek, a stream beside a road, or a small pond, I have a body of water in a dream at least once every night almost without fail.
*Cars that don't work right, or that I have trouble driving.
*Family, of course. Often family I don't see much anymore, though.
*Snakes. Usually they're either trying to attack me or Daisy.
*Sex, lately. I've been sleeping naked, and having more sex dreams.
*Fighting. I never fight in real life, but it's happening in my dreams more and more lately.
*Church, whether church services or the Feast or just a church meal or the like.
*DreamViews, posting or reading posts, or chatting in ~FlashChat.
I'll add to this along, so keep an eye here.
[[DreamViews|http://www.dreamviews.com/]] is an awesome website dedicated to lucid dreaming. I have been a member of the forums there for a little over a year now, and I have learned a lot. Please give them a visit if you haven't already.
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Wow, it's been ages since I've even bothered to keep a dream journal, and I never did update my DJ on DV. I've decided to start keeping a DJ again, though, so here we go! Now with a much better title, too! I'll try my best to keep this updated, and post regularly from now on. I'm going to try to keep a DJ on both of my laptops from here out, and keep them synchronized. Hopefully, I won't let this fizzle out like it did last time. My recall is slacking off, and I'm looking forward to the improvement to that keeping a DJ should provide.
A quick run-down of common people appearing in my dreams, copied over from my original DJ:
!!''Family''
* ''Heather'' - //My older sister, by 14 years.//
* ''Scott'' - //Heather's husband.//
* ''Justin'' - //Heather and Scott's eight-year-old son; my nephew.//
* ''Matt'' - //My older brother, by 17 years.//
* ''Alesia'' - //Matt's wife.//
* ''Gabriel'' - //Matt and Alesia's son, age two.//
* ''Taiven'' - //Matt's youngest son.//
* ''Tab'' - //My other sister, older by 12 years.//
* ''Adam'' - //Tab's husband.//
* ''Maggie'' - //Tab and Adam's four-year-old daughter; my niece.//
* ''Cody'' - //Maggie's little brother, age three.//
* ''Harrison'' - //Maggie and Cody's little brother, one year old.//
* ''Mama'' - //Well, this one should be self-evident. My mother.//
* ''Daddy'' - //Again, self-evident. My father.//
* ''Daisy'' - //My Labrador/Golden Retriever mix, whom I love to death.//
* ''Sadie'' - //My cat, a tabby, though she sometimes thinks she's a dog, and always thinks she owns the place.//
!!''Friends''
* ''Ron and Winda'' - //My neighbors, really awesome people.//
* ''Frank and Diana'' - //Also my neighbors. They live up shared our driveway, past Ron and Winda.//
* ''Columbo and Java'' - //Ron and Winda's Boxer pups, male and female respectively.//
* ''Luna and Benni'' - //Frank and Diana's dogs, Basset Hound and Golden Retriever respectively, both female.//
* ''Ben'' - //Friend of the family, worked with my dad.//
* ''Nita'' - //Friend of the family, an older woman.//
* ''Christy'' - //Friend of the family.//
I'll be formatting this DJ in a pretty typical fashion, just with slightly differing colors more fitting with my Superman theme. Normal, non-lucid dreams will be in the usual sized, black font and lucid dreams in @@color(blue):blue font@@. Dreamsigns will be links to the DreamSigns tiddler, where I will keep a running list of my dreamsigns, and notes will be in maroon font enclosed in brackets @@color(maroon):[like this, see?]@@. Titles will be in level two headers, in blue if the dream was lucid, teal if semi-lucid, and green if it was just awesome. Dates will be in normal font size, in //italics// beneath the title. Dreams will separated or ended by this symbol: ~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!@@color(blue):Example Dream@@
//Friday night April 18^^th^^, 2008//
I was dreaming, then @@color(blue):I became lucid and flew, thanks to seeing a flying stick of butter@@ @@color(maroon):[That may have come from the title of Pancaka's DJ on DV.]@@
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
Now that that's out of the way, on to the dreaming!
Lucid dreaming is the phenomenon of realizing that you are dreaming, and maintaining consciousness within your dreams. See DreamViews.
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*''LucidDreaming''
*''IntroPost''
*''DreamEntries''
*''DreamSigns''
!!Scotland Fever
//Thursday morning, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
I was in this small village-like place, with small shops strewn throughout and display counters in the streets. It was in Scotland, I believe, and there were train tracks with tanker cars in the background. My next dream may have been a continuation of this one, but it was a separate dream. I was looking over some [[knives|DreamSigns]] in a display counter, and then I had to do something for [[Mama|DreamSigns]], something about books.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!@@color(maroon):[Lucid dream omitted for explicit content.]@@
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!The Old Matt
//Thursday morning, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
[[Matt|DreamSigns]] was on the back porch, and I was back there with him, talking to him. He was in a great mood, almost like he was high or something. He was really nice, found everything funny, and was a lot of fun to be around. There was one bit where I brought him some cookies to try, from a bag, and he LOVED them! He kept going on and on about how good they were, and everything. It was weird, but nice.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!A War Blanket
//Thursday morning, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
Not the same dream I think. [[Heather|DreamSigns]] and I were on the back porch and we found a blanket that had a date on it, 1714. [[Mama|DreamSigns]] said it had been brought back from the war, but didn't know what war. I think we eventually determined it wasn't really that old after all, and it was from the Civil War.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Unauthorized Parking
//Thursday morning, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
I had a [[car|DreamSigns]] and was parking it in a zone only authorized for police to use, so I would put a decal on my door that made my car look like a police car, do something to my window, and it would fool the inspecting guy when he gave it a brief glance. I was joking around with Daddy about this. I was trying to match the actual paint on a real police car parked close by to make a new decal for mine. And trying not to get caught doing all this.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!A Song of Heartbreak
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
Somebody died of a heart attack on the [[driveway|DreamSigns]], and I sung a song, on the [[driveway|DreamSigns]]. I made it up as I went along, and it was damn good, had a nice tune and all. It was country. Something about the sun and a heart attack...woke up to write it down as I was semi-lucid, only to realize when I REALLY got up that it was an FA! Grr!
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Church Schooled
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
[[Church|DreamSigns]], maybe in an old schoolhouse, singing, with Scott? Seems like we were at Scott's family's place. New hymnbook, had to use two different hymnbooks actually.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Kudzu for the Soul
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
Something about walking down the [[driveway|DreamSigns]] with a plant, I think I'd come from a...hospital? Hard to tell. Some really busy workplace. I think I was a doctor, or on staff somehow. Lots of strange goings-ons happened beforehand, at this hospital. I was smuggling some stuff out I think. I was talking to someone (my girlfriend? O_o) quite angrily and threw some cuttings from a bush into the trees beside the [[driveway|DreamSigns]]. I somehow knew they would grow where they landed and make more bushes. I had a full armful of stuff.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!~One-Eyed Carpenter
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
I was at home hanging out with Scott, wearing an eye-patch because my eye had been hit, and I couldn't focus with it. I was waiting for it to heal. @@color(maroon):[I finally got Daddy an eye-patch, and he loves it, so that could be a new [[dreamsign|DreamSigns]].]@@ Seems like we were working on a project.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Church ~Get-Together With Mimi
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
At a [[church|DreamSigns]] thing, (maybe the Feast? @@color(maroon):[Annual church convention I attend in the fall.]@@) Mimi @@color(maroon):[Real life friend, who I just got back in touch with.]@@ was there! We were at a restaurant, I got a slushie from a machine, all different flavors mixed together. It was great. We were eating lunch. Mimi was across the room, I was trying to get the time to go talk to her. I think some of the other guys from FL and such were there too with Mimi.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Katie Called
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
Katie @@color(maroon):[My cousin, she's just a few weeks younger than I am.]@@ had called, was nearby, I was trying to talk [[Mama|DreamSigns]] and [[Heather|DreamSigns]] into going to see her I think. I was talking to [[Heather|DreamSigns]] on the back porch about it.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!More Car Trouble
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
I was driving [[Heather|DreamSigns]]'s [[car|DreamSigns]] while [[Mama|DreamSigns]] and [[Heather|DreamSigns]] (maybe [[Justin|DreamSigns]] too) went in somewhere. I was supposed to pull around and wait on them in front of the store, but the parking lot was made so that there was nowhere to drive between the cars and the storefronts. So I had to reverse and crap. Things were a bit loose, not working quite as planned. Scott saw and I just knew he was going to say something about my [[driving|DreamSigns]].
@@color(maroon):[See what I mean about my trouble with cars in dreams?]@@
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Creek Playground
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
Out in the [[woods|DreamSigns]] with [[Heather|DreamSigns]], [[Justin|DreamSigns]], [[Mama|DreamSigns]], [[Daddy|DreamSigns]] and maybe Scott. [[Justin|DreamSigns]] was playing around the [[creek|DreamSigns]], there was like a rock wall that enclosed the [[creek|DreamSigns]] here, and it was made so it stepped down kinda. [[Justin|DreamSigns]] was having a ball.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Fragment of PJ
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
Something about pj?
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!That Sexual Feeling
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
[[Sex|DreamSigns]]. I remember [[sex|DreamSigns]], but no real solid details. Well, I do remember some details, but not about surroundings or who was involved. Not much, anyway... Ahem.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Katie In Trouble?
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
Something else with Katie. Maybe she was in trouble? Seemed kinda like an extension of the earlier dream about her, maybe she'd called again.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!More Mimi
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
Possibly another dream with Mimi in.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Washed Away
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
A small flooded [[stream|DreamSigns]] beside the road somewhere, news reporters there, somebody's 4-wheelers had been washed down-stream when they backed their truck up to the [[stream|DreamSigns]]. They were going down the bank after them on another ATV.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Almost Nothing
//Thursday night, May 1^^st^^, 2008//
One other dream, just a bare fragment. Maybe more dreams, but I can't recall any more.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!Thanksgiving Chaos
//Saturday night, May 10^^th^^, 2008//
I dreamed I was at home, out in the yard I think, and [[Tab|DreamSigns]] came over. She had come to get something, though I can't remember what. I remember Rubbermaid tubs, and maybe gloves.
This dream sorta led into the next dream wherein I was trying to show [[Tab|DreamSigns]] a kayak. She wanted a kayak, so I was recommending a few good ones to her at good prices. I was demonstrating one of these in a [[swimming pool|DreamSigns]], then we got out and on the way back to the house, which was right there, I emphasized to her the importance of a good paddle.
Back in the house, it was suddenly [[Heather|DreamSigns]] I was with, and [[Justin|DreamSigns]] was there. We were getting ready for some big Thanksgiving dinner, and [[Daisy|DreamSigns]] was in the house. The house was a MESS. [[Mama|DreamSigns]] kept talking about taking [[Daisy|DreamSigns]] to the pound, but only temporarily. I was not about to let that happen, though, and kept her in my room with me.
I kept coming back to this dream over the night, so bits and pieces of it are everywhere in my head.
@@color(maroon):[Notice the dreamsign in the theme of something bad happening to [[Daisy|DreamSigns]].]@@
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!@@color(green):Shooting the Moon@@
//Saturday night, May 10^^th^^, 2008//
I dreamed there was some guy here, parked in the turnaround in a compact [[car|DreamSigns]], that had made some kind of fancy technology. It allowed him to put another moon into the sky, and make paper napkins without cutting trees. He was going on and on about how we would benefit from having a new moon, and how easy it was to have napkins at your fingertips.
I didn't get the napkin thing, and told him why bother? Napkins are cheap!
We were going somewhere in his [[car|DreamSigns]], though, on a roadtrip. We somehow wound up in the Middle East, where Russian soldiers were trying to shoot his new moon down with missiles because it was making dozens of reflections of itself in the sky. They couldn't figure out which to shoot, but they finally got it, and the false moon fell out of the sky and dropped straight through the ground, making a huge crater and causing fire to shoot up out of the hole in a huge explosion. There were missile trucks and Russian troops spread out all over a huge area of the desert.
The guy said we'd better get out of there before they figured out who we were, even though we were at a distance, and so we scrammed. There were some other people in the back of his [[car|DreamSigns]], I think we hauled them out and left them there.
Somehow it became important that no one know who I was or where I was, because the Russians wanted me dead and I wasn't safe until we got home. I had fans, however, one group of whom had my name on the tag of their pickup [[truck|DreamSigns]]. We tried to lead them off to make them think they knew where I was so that they would lead the enemies astray, but it didn't work.
I eventually reached home unscathed, though.
~|~|~|~|~|~|~
!!@@color(green):Terminated@@
//Saturday night, May 10^^th^^, 2008//
Then I dreamed I was in this huge room, almost like an opera house in a state of disrepair, and there was a [[bad guy|DreamSigns]] taunting me from one of the balconies. It was [[Matt|DreamSigns]], and he had on some kind of suit and could use the Force kinda. I had to chase him all around, trading blows here and there. He was fast as hell, but I finally caught him and drove him to the floor at the center of the place.
I had him in a compression hold, where I was pushing his head back against his body and folding him almost in half backwards, but it didn't bother him, and he was laughing, taunting me that I'd never be able to hurt him or kill him in this hold. He didn't know me well enough, it seems.
I quickly changed my grip on his head, reaching a hand around either side of his skull, then with a hard pull with both hands in a simple twist broke his neck and left his lifeless body lying on the floor of the opera house. I'm not totally sure that actually killed him, as I got that feeling you get in movies where the [[bad guy|DreamSigns]] just doesn't die, but apparently it did the job.
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!!R2-CPU
//Saturday night, May 10^^th^^, 2008//
Another dream where I was looking through pictures taken during a @@color(maroon):[technology?]@@ show of sorts I was at with the father of a friend of mine. I was trying to find a picture with both of us in it, or even just me, but I could only find my sleeve in the frame for the longest time. I was trying to use this to remember the event I think. Eventually, I found the picture I was looking for, and I was suddenly back there, walking around having fun and occasionally talking with my friend's father.
At one point I saw this awesome computer based on R2-D2, where the CPU case was a miniature R2-D2 and the monitor, keyboard and speakers all were in the same blue-and-white color scheme and looked like extensions of him, except the whole thing looked as if it could have been made out of LEGOs. I picked the CPU up and turned it over to see the bottom, then set it upright. It was really cool.
Then I remember, back in the time where I had been looking through the pictures, trying to call my friend's father up and find out where said friend was these days. He was living in a camper now it seemed @@color(maroon):[very odd, considering he owns several businesses in real life, or did last I knew]@@ and didn't know where his daughter was.
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!!@@color(green):Girl of My Dreams@@
//Saturday night, May 10^^th^^, 2008//
Very short dream, but best of the night. I was knocking on a door, seeing it from the inside, when MoT opened the door, grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, overbalancing me. For some reason (I'm pretty sure it was on purpose) I passed out and fell to the floor just inside the foyer. MoT immediately dropped to her knees and started doing CPR on me. She straddled my stomach to be able to bear down on her arms, ran her hands up under my shirt onto my chest to get a better feel of if I was breathing or not, and then started mouth-to-mouth. Very good mouth-to-mouth.
Unfortunately, I woke up before I could start enjoying it too much. In real life I woke up, that is. I'm pretty sure I wasn't really out of it in the dream, and I think we both knew that. I told her last night she was the girl of my dreams; looks like I was right.
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!!@@color(green):~Post-Apocalyptic Times@@
//Sunday night, May 11^^th^^, 2008//
I dreamed I was in a post-apocalyptic scenario, where people were turning cannibal, eating one another and themselves, all sorts of bad stuff was happening, and the military was mobilizing to fight zombie hordes. I was a reporter trying to gather information for an underground newsletter, but I got spotted and forcefully volunteered by a military officer leading his troops past my hiding place in the barren wasteland. I had just been walking through the area looking for a place to stake out the troop movements.
He said as I tried to make myself look small and invisible beneath my gauzy white umbrella, “Either volunteer yourself and choose your position, or be volunteered and put on the front lines” I volunteered myself, and assumed my position at the rear.
Before that I was inside a refugee camp in a huge industrial warehouse, where people were eating other people, and one man had eaten his own arm off and tied the stump off with his t-shirt. Babies were being eyed as possible food sources, and disease was spreading. Zombie invasion was expected. I was with a group on a tiered floor overlooking the main warehouse floor, considered a safer place than below. I climbed down an air conditioning unit to the floor below, though, to remove myself from the foul reek of human waste and festering wounds.
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!!I'm No Pirate!
//Sunday night, May 11^^th^^, 2008//
I had come through this tunnel, and was trying to apprehend a bunch of jewels and gems from an old-fashioned bunch with (sword?)canes. I got them, and escaped with my life, boarding a pirate ship with a bunch of lowly vagrants that called themselves pirates. They expected me to be their captain; I just wanted Jack Sparrow to show up and take over this lot. They could keep the jewels for all I cared. I had my son to worry about.
We set sail for the open [[seas|DreamSigns]], though I had to drag the ship out by its mainmast through the port and past the docks. We sailed for anywhere else, as I manned the Crow's Nest and my son took the wheel, and greasy-haired pirate crewmen did other sailor-like things. It was all very surreal, and gloomy.
We went ashore on a small tropical island, my son and I, to bury our treasure and camp in the palms and ferns, and observe the wild animals in their frolicking. I'm not sure if they really frolicked all that much, however. More like tried to eat us. At least the trees were comfortable, though.
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!!Rib Dinner
//Sunday night, May 11^^th^^, 2008//
I was getting a shower, then stepped out, wrapped my towel around my waist and went to eat a meal of barbecued ribs in the gymnasium with [[Matt and Alesia|DreamSigns]]. We talked, chatted, joked, despised each other, kidded around, exchanged hated and hateful glares, amused ourselves with thinking on the other's folly and putrid nature, and generally had fun. I enjoyed my ribs, and made [[Alesia|DreamSigns]] as uncomfortable as I possibly could whilst chatting it up with [[Matt|DreamSigns]], then went back to my room.
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@@color(maroon):[Wow, that was surreal. Writing your dreams at 6:30 in the morning the day after you have them is a trip, let me tell you. It's like...far out. I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.]@@
!!@@color(green):Arresting Developments@@
//Monday night, May 12^^th^^, 2008//
I had just come home from some long trip, and was welcomed by Amy, [[Matt and Tab|DreamSigns]], an unlikely welcoming crew. [[Mama and Daddy|DreamSigns]] weren't home. I had two suitcases, and all I wanted to do was retire to my room and rest, maybe get a shower. We weren't at home, exactly, it was like a hotel or condo.
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We were interrupted before too long, though, as Amy screamed a threat through the door that she was calling the police to me. She said she'd trumped up some charge that would get me put away for some time. Apparently I'd managed to piss her off somehow. Not exactly a hard thing to do. Naturally, I scrambled for my clothes, only to realize my suitcases had been taken out of the room.
Great, just great.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, said my goodbyes to the beautiful girl on my floor, and scooted out the window. I ran around and tried to come through the front door, acting all innocent-like, just a little extra just in case, since I had no idea what Amy would accuse me of. [[Mama and Daddy|DreamSigns]] were back by now, but the police were already on their way. It must have been something really nasty that Amy accused me of, because there a lot of police and a big crowd gathered.
I ran off through the crowd, trying to get the heck outta there before Amy could give my description to the police. Unfortunately, I was trying to run in a towel and wasn't quite quick enough. I got caught, but it wasn't as bad as all that really, and I was made to go along with a group of teens that I somehow knew from a delinquent camp somewhere. That guy that played in //Hostage//, the really bad teenager, was in the group, and seemed like a nice guy, we knew each other.
There were also a few girls, one especially; a dark-skinned beautiful Native American girl. We all went to some theater where they showed a movie they had made, with ''Goldney'''s help I think, on a television in front of rows of those metal-and-plastic chairs.
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!!@@color(blue):Wild Ride@@
//Monday night, May 12^^th^^, 2008//
We were driving through town, changing lanes rapidly as if we didn't really know where we were going. The car ahead of us was even worse, and cut us off a few times. After awhile, every time it or we would change lanes, the car would kinda fishtail, and the back end would float up into the air to follow the front end until we got lined up, then settle back down. It was awesomely cool.
Somehow I got onto the bumper of the car in front of us, the rear bumper, and I would hold on for dear life as the rear end of the car, with me hanging off it behind, would rise up into the air and swing over another car before roughly dropping down to the pavement again. I was having loads of fun, and almost kicked a guy's head through his sunroof once. I thought to myself, I could have kicked your head in. Violent, aren't I?
I crawled up the car, balancing on the side mirror then leaping onto the hood before grabbing onto the rear bumper of our car, riding it for a while, then climbed into the backseat. Or front seat, I'm not sure.
The dream changed, with me in the backseat with a little girl trying to fix something that looked like earbuds for her. Except it was an ink pen, I think. We were at a ~Rite-Aid, and someone had gone in to get something needed to fix this
Dream changed again, this time I was alone back in the woods, with a high bank in front of me and the sound of running water behind me. @@color(blue):I heard something rustling the bushes at the top of the bank, but then thought to myself; I'm dreaming, I can do anything I want to. I was lucid just like that. I climbed up the bank, partly to investigate the noise but mostly just to see where I was. Behind me was a small creek, and a hill rose in front of me, leading back to town. Where I had been was a spot the hill dropped in to form a bank, which evened out to my left.
Trying to think of what to do, I realized I was wearing gloves, and pulled them off, thinking about the task ''~AspiR'' wanted me to try; eat my own hand. It didn't look very appetizing, though, and after the dream of the night before about diseased cannibals it REALLY didn't look too tasty, so I decided to pass on that. I was really enjoying my lucidity, and just wanted to go with the flow of my dream for a while, so I turned back toward the stream, taking the time to admire the details everywhere.
The leaves on the ground, the way the water flowed. There wasn't much of a bank around this part of the creek, the hill flowed right into the shore easily. On the far side, though, there was a high cliff wall, as the creek seemed to run through a small canyon. All of a sudden, here came Daisy, running down the middle of the creek, splashing and playing, frolicking in the water. I watched her, and said to myself, that's a good idea. I knew I could take as long as I wanted, and was in no hurry, so I walked to the creek.
Hanging from the air near me were two ropes, a yellow nylon rope obviously for swinging into the creek on, and an older, thicker, but rotten-looking cotton rope. I grabbed the yellow one, setting the lone knot at its end into my fist, and swung out above the water. I couldn't get out as far as I wanted, though, so I swung back in to the bank in an effort to gain more height up the hill. No such luck, but after a couple false starts I spied a large driftwood log on the bank which I could stand on to gain more height.
I did so, them swung out almost to the middle of the creek, and dropped. The sensation of the smoothed-over rocks covered with a light covering of mud, prodding me all over as I fell on my side in the shallow water, was incredible. Realistic, but not painful as it perhaps should have been. Laughing, I stood up, my water shoes I'd been wearing soaked, but my clothes not so much, and called to Daisy. I decided to do one of the first Tasks of the Month; fly into orbit and ride a satellite.
I walked upstream until I came to a point where there was a shelter, like you'd find in a state park group shelter, on the right, enclosing partly the creek n the side the canyon wall did not. There was a concrete walkway/drain plate there, so I stepped up onto it and into the shelter, then walked out through the screen door into an open yard. The grass was beautifully green and damp, the sky was cloudy and overcast, and I could see the buildings of the city up the hill in the near distance.
Off to my left was what could have perhaps been a ball field, and in front of me was a chain-link fence surrounding some small area, perhaps a kennel or the like. I gazed admiringly at all I could see, amazed at the detail and imagery my mind could create on such short notice. I though, or said, to myself, Is that a church or cathedral up there? And looked more carefully at the large, sprawling building with the vaulted windows at the top of the hill on the other side of a road.
Still thinking of flying into orbit and riding a satellite, but in no real hurry, as if I didn't do it this time it was no big deal, I stepped closer to the kennel, and started to pull myself up onto the fence. There I felt my dream start to fade. There wasn't much I could do to stop it, I knew, I had to get up anyway. So I just kept pulling myself up to stand on the edge of the fence, fighting only a little at the fading dream, the seeing I was not even going to be able to manage that small feat, let it go, waking up happy and satisfied.@@
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!!Camera Troubles
//Monday night, May 12^^th^^, 2008//
I was thrift-shopping with [[Mama and Heather|DreamSigns]], and possibly Aunt Lois. I won't bore you, or me, with the details, but it was a long walk to the store and I had to buy a door. There was one point where I had to walk through the remains f some decrepit building and take a door off to get in. It was dangerous and precarious.
I walked home by myself, taking the road, using my walking stick to push myself up off the ground like a pole vault. As I cleared the top of a hill about halfway home, I admired the cherry and peach trees in bloom that I had planted off to my right, in a bit of a hollow nestled underneath the hill.
I met [[Matt|DreamSigns]] at the top of the hill, and bragged about planting the trees. He asked me which ones were mine, and I pointed them out then said, “Well, all but that one there at the back, that one over there, and the one just there, see?” He then pointed to the Nikon D40 I all of a sudden had hanging around my neck, and asked me if I'd used it yet. I said, no I hadn't, but that I may as well now. I set it on a rock and got out my memory card for it, unwrapping it and putting it in. I was having trouble, since [[Matt|DreamSigns]] was making me nervous, and he had to help me out, as he knew how it worked.
The he posed overlooking the hollow and wanted me to take a picture of him. So I did. The camera was weird now, the whole back of it was a huge touchscreen with all sorts of menus and inset views. It had to be about the size of an A2 paper. I was trying to pull up the picture, which I had taken on all automatic setting but I thought turned out well, if a bit artistically overexposed, but at the same time dark, and I couldn't figure out what did what.
I tapped the screen at the point I thought I should and said, “I guess this will do it?” And [[Matt|DreamSigns]] took it from my hands and used two fingers to draw it out bigger, like on an iPhone, and said, “No, THIS will do it.” I was just like, “Oh, okay...”
There was some trouble with the SD card again...Maybe I hadn't taken it out of its bag before I tried to put it in the camera. Or maybe that was the battery... Dreams.
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!!@@color(green):The Injustice League@@
//Monday night, May 12^^th^^, 2008//
A fragment about robbing a bank by...get this, stealing the WHOLE VAULT. Superheroes definitely involved. We/they smashed and grabbed, took the bank vault which was shaped like a huge ball, flew it out into the Caribbean [[ocean|DreamSigns]], found a shallow spot near an island, set it down and cracked the door off.
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I remembered three dreams from night before last (I didn't sleep last night, at all, I was up late writing) and two fragments, but they were so dull and crappy I didn't bother to write them down. I'll write only one out here, and just note the rest.
!!Gouge Out His Eyes!
//Tuesday night, May 13^^th^^, 2008//
It was the ~NtbMO*, and we were eating at our place. It was me, Mama, Daddy, [[Matt|DreamSigns]], [[Tab|DreamSigns]], and some guest. The dream was set years ago, not long after [[Tab|DreamSigns]]'s ordeal with her hip, and we were all sitting at the table eating and talking when I said something, I don't remember what now. I was sitting to the left of [[Tab|DreamSigns]], with [[Matt|DreamSigns]] to her right. [[Matt|DreamSigns]] looked at me around [[Tab|DreamSigns]] and mouthed a warning, telling me not to say anymore about something. I didn't understand, so I mouthed back, what? He kept telling me, just mouthing it, and it was not to say anything about [[Tab|DreamSigns]]'s hip or what she'd went through with all that. I wasn't going to say anything about it anyway. Thing is, our guest saw us mouthing back and forth, and asked about it. Somehow it was revealed, and [[Tab|DreamSigns]] started to cry, and I got in trouble with Mama for it being my fault, which it wasn't. [[Matt|DreamSigns]] just sat back and grinned.
I was just as pissed at [[Matt|DreamSigns]] for hurting [[Tab|DreamSigns]]'s feelings as everybody else was upset at me. So I jumped up onto the table and around Tab, and attacked Matt tooth and nail. Literally, I bit him on the nose, trying to take it with me, and gouged at his eyes with two fingers of my right hand. I was just going crazy. He totally didn't expect it, either. I was maybe eight or ten, I guess, in the dream? The timeline wasn't quite right, but that's as near as I can figure. The dream ended there, I think.
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@@color(maroon):*[Holy day.]
[Now, as mentioned before, I'm not too big on interpreting dreams, but in this case I know exactly what this one means and where it stems from. This crap goes way deeper than I want to talk about, but my brother has hurt my sister a lot over the years. in a lot of ways. And I tended to get blamed for a lot of crap I didn't do as a kid, thanks mostly to Tab and some to Matt. So that's where the roots of this dream lie. It may not seem like much on the surface, but I was feeling such strong emotion in the dream that I wanted to not only kill, but maim and disfigure my own brother beyond recognition by his own mother. I wanted him to hurt, I wanted him to pay. Just strong, powerful emotion. The kind of crap I don't let out, ever. It came out in that dream. I don't really want to think about it any more.]@@
!!Memories of Tomorrow
//Thursday, May 15^^th^^, 2008//
I was meeting ''~MoT'' in a [[mall|DreamSigns]] in either Newnan or Columbus, in the dream she used to live in Atlanta. In the dream, she would be working at a jewelry store, and her name was Emily. I did meet her, and a lot of other stuff happened in the [[mall|DreamSigns]] too, but I can't remember everything.
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!!Short Longbow
//Friday, May 16^^th^^, 2008//
IRC chat node with ''~MoT'', ''MSG'' and others, we were talking about small, destitute European countries. I was in [[Matt|DreamSigns]]'s yard with the Toshiba while [[Matt|DreamSigns]] was grilling. He was shooting arrows at his back door with a wooden bow to pass the time. I left to go home and get my own bow.
As I dug through my closet to find it, I could hear Penny or some other parrot we had making noises out in the living room, or maybe it was on the front porch, as Mama and Daddy got home from somewhere. There was a van and two cars parked in the yard, perpendicular to the front porch beside the hot tub.
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!!@@color(green):Sly Fighter@@
//Friday, May 16^^th^^, 2008//
I was Sylvester Stallone again, [[being chased|DreamSigns]] through a hallway of some industrial building by a mad Billy Zane. We ran under some HVAC units suspended from overhead, and I used them to split his head open, leaving blood all over them, but he kept coming. He chased me into this huge bathroom with a lot of stalls, and we kept [[fighting|DreamSigns]]. I finally put him down for a bit, then this really hot girl appears from out of nowhere.
She starts basically kicking my ass. Reminded me a lot of River Tam, only she was a lot hotter. She looked a lot like the secretary from Nothing to Lose, which I watched the night before. She liked to kick, but her kicks didn't pack much punch, despite her spiky heels. I endured it for a bit, kinda laughing to myself, then grabbed her by the leg, and a very nice leg it was too (she was wearing a dress) and pulled her in close and off-balance.
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!!Let's Go Fly a Kite!
//Friday, May 16^^th^^, 2008//
Something about hang-gliding in a park, or rather not being able to as we had to go. Also something about catering a meal for some event there.
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!!Country Jam
//Friday, May 16^^th^^, 2008//
I was out in the [[country|DreamSigns]], heading somewhere, something about a run-down motel room, and goats in another part.
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!!Lunch in the Park
//Friday, May 16^^th^^, 2008//
Started out as kind of a flash-back to a stormy [[sea|DreamSigns]] with Darth Vader riding a huge monster of the deep and fighting Yoda. Vader won, somehow.
Then I was at a lunch in a park-type place on the Sabbath, and they had the same sea creature Darth Vader was riding stuffed in miniature. The woman responsible was telling us how it was made from a woman and the chest of a lion, the latter of which was “cooked on” to the plastic base to add to the form. It also had the skin and mane of the lion. It looked like a seal-elephant-boar-whale hybrid, with tusks and a trunk, real ugly and mean-looking. The thing was downright scary.
There were other such things stuffed as well, along with a small pond with lily pads and stuff. The woman talking to us used the F-word in relating a story about her daughter, which in present company was kind of awkward. As we got ready to leave, the woman was Marilyn, and Darl was there. Marilyn's two daughters, about 16 or so, showed up, along with her older, pregnant daughter.
We had to put up our dishes in these group-shelter-like buildings that were set up for catering, with tables already set up and all. We left in two [[cars|DreamSigns]]. I was supposed to ride in the first, with Marilyn and Darl and their daughters, but there was no room and I didn't want to, so I went back to the second [[car|DreamSigns]]. Mama was driving, Daddy was in the back seat, and one other person was in it too. It was a convertible, and the back seat folded up weird. I unfolded it and got in with Daddy.
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!!Thanksgiving With the Family
//Saturday, May 17^^th^^, 2008//
Thanksgiving was at [[Tab|DreamSigns]]'s house, actually a trailer nearby. Maybe the parsonage, not sure. Everybody was there, [[Matt|DreamSigns]], [[Tab|DreamSigns]], [[Heather|DreamSigns]], the [[kids|DreamSigns]], etc. Taiven was walking, but it seemed like he was Tab's somehow. Him and Gabriel were playing in the yard while me and Matt watched them. Maggie was in the house helping with dinner I think.
Some guy named Arnold, apparently an old flame of [[Heather|DreamSigns]]'s, was there, though he was now married to whatshername that lived next door maybe? Not sure if they lived next door or what. He kissed [[Heather|DreamSigns]]. Weird. I had this magazine that worked as a high-speed wireless modem, and was trying to use it with my laptop as I could get a signal at home, later in the dream.
I was going to fold it over my lamp and use the signal it put out to get my laptop online in my bed, but I woke up before I could try it.
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@@color(maroon):I had an awesome day for dreaming today. I didn't go to bed until 7:00AM, then I tried to WILD because I felt like I could, until 7:55,