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Been over two years since the previous one of these. I really need to start keeping up with this thing more consistently, because while I've been having a fair amount of dreams lately, I haven't actually been recording the vast majority of them anywhere. Anyway, picking up from where the last post left off. (Editorial comments not found in the original dream journal are in blue text, as usual. Even though blue text isn't nearly as friendly with the current layout compared to the original layout I used on LiveJournal. I could use a different color, but meh, I don't care all that much.)
11-29-2019
6:10am
"AI programmer(s) end up with their own Star Trek ships." Crazy cool shit. To start, I was some dude who was an AI programmer. Other stuff happened prior that I can't recall now, but "first" thing was the programming and launching of a micro robot to fight spiders. I "programmed" the bot by drawing a really shitty picture (even in the dream I thought of it as shitty) of the particular spider I wanted it to hunt and inputting that into the bot's visual memory. I was expecting it not to work at all, even despite some earlier trial run simulations that worked. I loosed the robot in a small section of the yard at Ma's old house (which to the robot was similar to a vast rain forest) that had become infested with these spiders somehow. I was able to watch the robot via a sort of overhead map with a sort of 3/4 isometric view, which was very video-game-ish. The bot surprised me by making a beeline for the nearest spider and engaging it in battle. It was a turn-based affair, straight out of a RPG, the screen even changed to one with an image of my robot and the spider in opposite corners, with a square of text in each adjacent corner with stats for each. Both the robot and the spider had "hitpoints" and such. At first I thought the robot would lose, as it was taking more damage somehow, but about halfway into the battle, it did a crazy, multihit "deathblow"/"limit break" style move (the screen even switched to a "cinematic" view for this) and killed the spider. The bot hunted down at least a couple more spiders in this way before the "scene switch."
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Now I was "in space," yet still weirdly in Ma's yard. In a small Federation starship. Have a partner now. We know for a fact we don't deserve to be there as we'd somehow "cheated" to get this ship. Picard walked over to us (in space, with no space suit) and said something inspiring about how despite the potential for us to go astray, he had faith we'd do the right thing and complete out mission. Our mission was, apparently, to track down a wayward/stolen ship, lost in a nearby nebula. We enter this nebula (which weirdly coincides with a tangle of weeds and other overgrowth in the rightmost corner of Ma's yard [because, recall, we're still in the yard at the same time we're "in space"]). Instead of immediately going after this ship, since we "know where it's going," we instead decide to chase down another nearby rogue ship and pirate capture it. As we approach, I launch a probe, very similar to the spider-killing bot from before, which lands on the hull of the other ship. The scans reveal partial Borg tech and one life sign, a Borg drone, partially embedded in the hull near the bridge. The drone detects our probe and assimilates it, despite the probe trying to fight. We're like oh shit because the semi-Borg ship now knows we're there and turns to fight, but we turn quicker and retreat. We bust out of the "nebula" (back into Ma's yard) and fly into another "nebula." The pursuing Borg ship (which looks mostly like a Federation Miranda-class) flies out of the first "nebula" but can't find us for some reason. We decide to sneak attack from behind, firing phasers. We see the shields weakening, and before the Borg ship can turn, we break through and it crashes in Ma's yard.
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Now, suddenly, Ma and Pa are there fussing at me because this bicycle-sized spaceship is crashed in the yard and I'm standing there shooting it with a water pistol or spraying it with the hose or something. And a bunch of other people are there laughing because apparently this is the funniest thing they've ever seen. Then I woke up, naturally.
12-5-2019
10:15am
I guess I'll try to record these dreams, even if they kind of sucked. Maybe I can go back to sleep if I do. With a bunch of biker-ish guys on the back of a large truck-like vehicle, open to air. One is a sort of Big Lebowski-ish character (I've yet to see the movie, only the endless Internet memes), one is a woman, and one is a green hair guy I think of now as a "redshirt" as I knew in the dream he was about to die stupidly which he does by setting his hair on fire and jumping backwards out of this moving vehicle.
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Then after "scene switch," we're up in the loft of the Feed Barn on Ma's old farm. For some reason, there is an extended roof over the front of the barn, and I decide to hang a hammock from the middle of this and get into it. As I'm laying in this thing and about one storey up from the ground, it starts swinging. I try to move to counterswing, but sometimes move wrong so almost slam into walls.
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Another scene switch. I'm in crowd at a play by friend of Lebowski guy and girl from before. They are on stage in the play, wearing half assed costumes over biker gear. Next to me in crowd is a frumpish woman who says she wishes they'd do a different play for once. I say I'm glad they did this one as I've never seen it before. My only issue is they're still wearing their biker gear.
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Scene switch. Heading down road from Ma's house toward <name redacted>'s (Pa's cousin) house, but house is huge, mansion-like. On top is a monster like huge dragon or troll or something. I now think I'm Luke Skywalker and Leia and Han Solo are there (or maybe it's just girl and Lebowski guy from earlier), and we try to climb up this huge house to get at and fight monster. Before we get to top, another scene switch.
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In kitchen of Ma's house at night. Ma's not there, either living with <youngest sister, name redacted> or already dead. <Oldest sister, with whom I live IRL, name redacted> and I live there now. <Oldest sister>, being <oldest sister> doesn't think kitchen door was secure enough to keep "wooly boogers" out, so has set up a barricade along top edge of porch/stoop/whatever. My job is to make sure storm door and regular door are closed and locked. I open door to see storm door is unlocked and open. I close it and lock it, but before I close main door, a disembodied hand jump scares out of nowhere and knocks on storm door glass. My first thought is to scream for <oldest sister>, then to ask "Who's there" but both come out as silent gasps. That's when I woke up, feeling shitty and unable to go back to sleep. Now 10:38am. Not sure if want to get up or go back to sleep.
12-18-2019
8:54am
Sometimes it feels like the dreams I have are like a poison, and I won't be able to do anything else, like go back to sleep, until I somehow detoxify myself (i.e. via writing about them). This is one such time. So. I'm in an airport, rushing to reach the terminal for my flight. I am super late, due to having been stopped and having my bag searched because they thought I had drugs or some shit (I did not). I tell this to the attendant at the terminal and they tell me the flight was held for me, so I need to hurry. I rush and get to the plane. As I board the plane, everyone else is staring at me like I'm a murderer or like I'm carrying some horrible disease or something. I'm going to my seat and while I'm sitting down (row 6, left side [right side, if you're facing back of plane], window), I hear a woman a few rows back loudly cursing me. I don't mean like using profanity, I mean like literally casting a Voodoo spell on me. I turn and look at her. She's a tall, slender black woman with short black hair who, in most any other circumstances, I'd find to be super-fuckable. (Stay classy, 2019 me. *eye roll* ) Now, though, she's enraging me. So I argue with her, telling her it's not my fault I was late to get on the plane. Then I mock her and tell her I think her curse is bullshit because it can't make my situation any worse, i.e. being stuck on a flight with a loony like her. That shut her up for a bit, so I turned back around. But then I see her going to the front of the plane, complaining to the pilot (who's oddly just sitting there, out in the open cabin, rather than in a separate closed cockpit) that I am "disrespecting her religion" or some dumb horseshit. They come back to me and pilot threatens to throw me off the plane, so I get up and, voice dripping with brazen, obvious sarcasm, say that I'm oh so sorry, please forgive me, yadda yadda. I even ask the voodoo bitch to bless me instead of curse me as I surely need it. Their sarcasm detectors must have been broken or missing because they ate it up. I even got my blessing.
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Scene switch. I'm down at the dog lot on Ma's farm. Tycho and Gabe from Penny Arcade are there. We're heading back up to the house. I start to tell them all about the previous dream as we're going in the house, but say wait let me start over because I want to tell Ma and Pa (who are inside) about it as well. Then I woke up.
12-25-2019
10:27am
Woke up from this dream about an hour ago, though I'm only just now picking up this to write about. At Ma and Pa's old house. In the kitchen at first. It's the middle of the night, but the door is standing wide open, with only the outer storm door closed. (See the last part of the 12-5-2019 entry above, as this is oddly similar to that.) There is a big covered box in the floor, blocking the door from being closed. Instinctively, I know it is unwise to try to move this box or especially to pull off the towel that is covering it. I look into the living room and Pa is in there, sitting on the couch with the light on, watching TV. I ask him about the door and the box, and he says Ma did that. So I go back into Ma's bedroom where she's laying in bed with the light on. It feels like she's "dementia"-ish, but she is coherent enough. She tells me that there was some kind of huge gray bug crawling down her leg and when it got to her foot, she grabbed it and threw it in the box and covered it up. Then she dragged the box to the kitchen and opened the door to throw it outside, but saw it was too dark so just left it for the next day. Then she just went back to bed, leaving the door open (the "dementia"-ish part). While I'm in there, I see another big gray bug crawling on the wall, opposite where I was standing (between her bed and the old child bed) talking to Ma. It has a huge bulbous head and segmented body, almost like a cartoon caterpillar, but it's not a cartoon. Ma sees it and says the one on her foot had been twice as big as that one (and this one was already a couple inches long). It crawls into a crack between the nearby window frame and the wall and Ma says that is where the other one came from, too. I say I'll go get a can of bug spray and I head back to, for some reason, the living room. Pa is still there and for some reason it is day time now. I look out the window and all the leaves and tree limbs are thrashing around crazily, as if it is super windy. Pa says I need to go lock the storm door before the wind blows it open. I say okay, but before I go, Pa points to a book on the couch next to him and asks if I ever read it. I look at it and it's some kind of Sherlock Holmes book. I say I'm not sure, but I might read it later. In the kitchen, trying to close and lock the storm door. At first, there's no outer metal frame on the door frame on which the door even connects, but then there is a frame but it doesn't match the door itself, so it's difficult to close and lock the door, especially with the crazy wind. I finally get it closed and am talking to Pa in the living room again, but he says here comes Ma from the bedroom. She starts trying to open the door that I just fought to get closed and locked, so I run back in there to stop her. Pa comes up behind us to help, but we're trying to be delicate because Ma "has dementia." I fucking hate these "Ma with dementia" dreams. (Also, IRL, Pa never knew about Ma's dementia, as he had died of cancer several years before she started to show signs of it.)
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Later, after a scene switch, I'm back in Ma's bedroom. <Oldest sister> is there. The old, long defunct IRL air conditioner is on for some reason, but making horrid noises due to not working properly. <Oldest sister> either turns it off, unplugs it, or yanks some piece out of it to break it. Either way, it shuts off. I say something like "You know when Ma comes back in here, she's just going to turn it back on, right?" <Oldest sister> says "Andy, Ma is dead." I say "Oh... right." I hate dreams like that even more.
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An entirely separate dream had the Ninja Turtles, with lightsabers fighting Jango Fett in a dark hallway and throne room, with Fett kicking their asses. Then woke up again (this dream was in the period between 9:30-10:30am).
10-9-2020
9:04am
Maybe if I write this shit down I'll be able to go back to sleep. Anyway.
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First dream. I wrote something bad about <name redacted, relationship also redacted> in either my pencil journal or online somewhere and <pronoun redacted> saw it. Got pissed and came out to Ma's house, where I still lived with Ma. I was just as pissed at <pronoun redacted>, if not even more so. I pick up one of Pa's canes and start trying to smash <pronoun redacted> head in. <Pronoun redacted>'s trying to use Ma as a shield. I eventually drive <pronoun redacted> outside, and <pronoun redacted> waddles away, heading toward the Bottoms. (Yeah... this one was especially fucked up.)
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Second dream more elaborate. I'm a Hero (in the Fable sense). I'm on some kind of quest. In some weird underground tunnels, connected to top side locations via holes or portals (?) through which tiny people or creatures are throwing tiny projectiles at me to keep me out, or in, whatever. Then I'm on this charred plain next to a vast evil looking blackrock castle. I go in and fight a bunch of villainous monsters. I win against them by saving the worst one for last. This one will explode and flood the whole land with lava when it dies, so right before I kill it, I cast a spell that lets me respawn at a predetermined location. I kill it, then respawn on a pedestal made out of a gigantic spinal column towering over the charred plain, as lava flows everywhere. Then I'm in an underground market where I apprehend a thief, who I then decide to sell as a slave at an even deeper underground slave market. I take him/her down there, and they let me choose as payment one from a set of "power crystals" that can be used in magic or a giant, flat, "jello" like gem worth a lot of money. I take the power crystal because I don't trust the "jello" gem. They also give me a pair of green tinted sunglasses that symbolize slavery somehow. And that's when I woke up, only 5-ish hours after I went to bed at 3:30am or so. Fuuuck.
3-26-2021
7:03am
Crazy goddamn dream. In a boat (and I really mean inside a boat, more like a yacht or something, down below deck), on the "lake" behind <youngest sister>'s house (there is no lake behind <youngest sister>'s house, at least not replacing their back yard, anyway), so probably <youngest sister>'s and <brother-in-law, youngest sister's husband>'s boat (they don't have a yacht IRL, afaik). There's an intense storm going on, though the sky is strangely cloudless and sunny and blue at the same time. I'm there with family, presumably all siblings and their spouses and kids (and their kids). In the distance there is a tornado on the water (purely white) and it is erratically changing directions, except in any direction that is away from us. As it gets closer, it goes behind an island off in the distance, but then plows over this island toward us. Then it goes off to the right, presumably out of frame of the (much too large for a yacht) window we'd been using to look at it. Then, all of a sudden, the lights go out and the boat starts tilting crazily. At one point, I recall hearing <youngest sister> say that the boat is upside down. I look forward and see through the (equally too large) windows nothing but water, because the boat has sunk and is now headed for the bottom of this presumably very deep lake (even though we'd been docked at the "shore" just behind <youngest sister>'s house). Everyone starts busying themselves with getting the fuck off of this boat, but I woke up before leaving the boat (and before the boat broke open and filled with water). It was a shitty, terrible dream and I hate it, because now I feel incredibly tense and not likely to go back to sleep any time soon, even though I did not go to sleep to start with until sometime after 4:00am. Fucking shit. As it turns out, this is the first entry in this dream journal of 2021, and I only made one, single entry during the entirety of 2020, even though I know I had more dreams than just that. Just nothing worth writing, I guess. Current time 7:48am. Gonna try to sleep again now.
5-6-2021
4:20am
I actually had the dream I'm about to write about last night, as in the night prior to the most recent day, i.e. technically "yesterday," but still "today," as I haven't gone to sleep yet since I got up "this" morning. So, anyway, the dream, or what I recall of it, anyway. I was at Ma and Pa's old house (which no longer exists except as debris, probably in a landfill somewhere, or waiting to be recycled into something useful possibly, I have no idea). Ma and Pa were there. And there were a bunch of people down in the basement. IRL, Ma and Pa's house didn't have a basement. It just had a, depending on the weather, dank, dusty, and/or moldy crawl space. But in this dream, it had a full-on, multi-room basement. And a crowd of people were in there. They weren't supposed to be there. As such, Pa and I decided to do something about it. I first grabbed a rifle, but then decided I'd rather have the pistol. We went around to the back of the house, to the place where the opening to the crawl-space was IRL, and this led to the door to the dream-basement. I pointed the gun at a dude in one of the rooms visible from the door, then we went in to clear out all these freeloaders/trespassers. And... that's the last I recall, presumably due to waking up.
And that's it. Those are the most recent entries in my dream journal, at least as of this here post. So, only one entry in all of 2020 and only two entries in all of 2021. Granted, I wrote about other dreams besides these in my normal (i.e. typically non-dream) pencil-and-paper journal and/or here in my Dreamwidth blog, but even all of those together are just a fraction of all the dreams I've had, but didn't bother to write about, for whatever reason. I dunno. *shrug* Like I said at the top, I need to get back into writing about my dreams more.
11-29-2019
6:10am
"AI programmer(s) end up with their own Star Trek ships." Crazy cool shit. To start, I was some dude who was an AI programmer. Other stuff happened prior that I can't recall now, but "first" thing was the programming and launching of a micro robot to fight spiders. I "programmed" the bot by drawing a really shitty picture (even in the dream I thought of it as shitty) of the particular spider I wanted it to hunt and inputting that into the bot's visual memory. I was expecting it not to work at all, even despite some earlier trial run simulations that worked. I loosed the robot in a small section of the yard at Ma's old house (which to the robot was similar to a vast rain forest) that had become infested with these spiders somehow. I was able to watch the robot via a sort of overhead map with a sort of 3/4 isometric view, which was very video-game-ish. The bot surprised me by making a beeline for the nearest spider and engaging it in battle. It was a turn-based affair, straight out of a RPG, the screen even changed to one with an image of my robot and the spider in opposite corners, with a square of text in each adjacent corner with stats for each. Both the robot and the spider had "hitpoints" and such. At first I thought the robot would lose, as it was taking more damage somehow, but about halfway into the battle, it did a crazy, multihit "deathblow"/"limit break" style move (the screen even switched to a "cinematic" view for this) and killed the spider. The bot hunted down at least a couple more spiders in this way before the "scene switch."
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Now I was "in space," yet still weirdly in Ma's yard. In a small Federation starship. Have a partner now. We know for a fact we don't deserve to be there as we'd somehow "cheated" to get this ship. Picard walked over to us (in space, with no space suit) and said something inspiring about how despite the potential for us to go astray, he had faith we'd do the right thing and complete out mission. Our mission was, apparently, to track down a wayward/stolen ship, lost in a nearby nebula. We enter this nebula (which weirdly coincides with a tangle of weeds and other overgrowth in the rightmost corner of Ma's yard [because, recall, we're still in the yard at the same time we're "in space"]). Instead of immediately going after this ship, since we "know where it's going," we instead decide to chase down another nearby rogue ship and pirate capture it. As we approach, I launch a probe, very similar to the spider-killing bot from before, which lands on the hull of the other ship. The scans reveal partial Borg tech and one life sign, a Borg drone, partially embedded in the hull near the bridge. The drone detects our probe and assimilates it, despite the probe trying to fight. We're like oh shit because the semi-Borg ship now knows we're there and turns to fight, but we turn quicker and retreat. We bust out of the "nebula" (back into Ma's yard) and fly into another "nebula." The pursuing Borg ship (which looks mostly like a Federation Miranda-class) flies out of the first "nebula" but can't find us for some reason. We decide to sneak attack from behind, firing phasers. We see the shields weakening, and before the Borg ship can turn, we break through and it crashes in Ma's yard.
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Now, suddenly, Ma and Pa are there fussing at me because this bicycle-sized spaceship is crashed in the yard and I'm standing there shooting it with a water pistol or spraying it with the hose or something. And a bunch of other people are there laughing because apparently this is the funniest thing they've ever seen. Then I woke up, naturally.
12-5-2019
10:15am
I guess I'll try to record these dreams, even if they kind of sucked. Maybe I can go back to sleep if I do. With a bunch of biker-ish guys on the back of a large truck-like vehicle, open to air. One is a sort of Big Lebowski-ish character (I've yet to see the movie, only the endless Internet memes), one is a woman, and one is a green hair guy I think of now as a "redshirt" as I knew in the dream he was about to die stupidly which he does by setting his hair on fire and jumping backwards out of this moving vehicle.
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Then after "scene switch," we're up in the loft of the Feed Barn on Ma's old farm. For some reason, there is an extended roof over the front of the barn, and I decide to hang a hammock from the middle of this and get into it. As I'm laying in this thing and about one storey up from the ground, it starts swinging. I try to move to counterswing, but sometimes move wrong so almost slam into walls.
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Another scene switch. I'm in crowd at a play by friend of Lebowski guy and girl from before. They are on stage in the play, wearing half assed costumes over biker gear. Next to me in crowd is a frumpish woman who says she wishes they'd do a different play for once. I say I'm glad they did this one as I've never seen it before. My only issue is they're still wearing their biker gear.
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Scene switch. Heading down road from Ma's house toward <name redacted>'s (Pa's cousin) house, but house is huge, mansion-like. On top is a monster like huge dragon or troll or something. I now think I'm Luke Skywalker and Leia and Han Solo are there (or maybe it's just girl and Lebowski guy from earlier), and we try to climb up this huge house to get at and fight monster. Before we get to top, another scene switch.
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In kitchen of Ma's house at night. Ma's not there, either living with <youngest sister, name redacted> or already dead. <Oldest sister, with whom I live IRL, name redacted> and I live there now. <Oldest sister>, being <oldest sister> doesn't think kitchen door was secure enough to keep "wooly boogers" out, so has set up a barricade along top edge of porch/stoop/whatever. My job is to make sure storm door and regular door are closed and locked. I open door to see storm door is unlocked and open. I close it and lock it, but before I close main door, a disembodied hand jump scares out of nowhere and knocks on storm door glass. My first thought is to scream for <oldest sister>, then to ask "Who's there" but both come out as silent gasps. That's when I woke up, feeling shitty and unable to go back to sleep. Now 10:38am. Not sure if want to get up or go back to sleep.
12-18-2019
8:54am
Sometimes it feels like the dreams I have are like a poison, and I won't be able to do anything else, like go back to sleep, until I somehow detoxify myself (i.e. via writing about them). This is one such time. So. I'm in an airport, rushing to reach the terminal for my flight. I am super late, due to having been stopped and having my bag searched because they thought I had drugs or some shit (I did not). I tell this to the attendant at the terminal and they tell me the flight was held for me, so I need to hurry. I rush and get to the plane. As I board the plane, everyone else is staring at me like I'm a murderer or like I'm carrying some horrible disease or something. I'm going to my seat and while I'm sitting down (row 6, left side [right side, if you're facing back of plane], window), I hear a woman a few rows back loudly cursing me. I don't mean like using profanity, I mean like literally casting a Voodoo spell on me. I turn and look at her. She's a tall, slender black woman with short black hair who, in most any other circumstances, I'd find to be super-fuckable. (Stay classy, 2019 me. *eye roll* ) Now, though, she's enraging me. So I argue with her, telling her it's not my fault I was late to get on the plane. Then I mock her and tell her I think her curse is bullshit because it can't make my situation any worse, i.e. being stuck on a flight with a loony like her. That shut her up for a bit, so I turned back around. But then I see her going to the front of the plane, complaining to the pilot (who's oddly just sitting there, out in the open cabin, rather than in a separate closed cockpit) that I am "disrespecting her religion" or some dumb horseshit. They come back to me and pilot threatens to throw me off the plane, so I get up and, voice dripping with brazen, obvious sarcasm, say that I'm oh so sorry, please forgive me, yadda yadda. I even ask the voodoo bitch to bless me instead of curse me as I surely need it. Their sarcasm detectors must have been broken or missing because they ate it up. I even got my blessing.
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Scene switch. I'm down at the dog lot on Ma's farm. Tycho and Gabe from Penny Arcade are there. We're heading back up to the house. I start to tell them all about the previous dream as we're going in the house, but say wait let me start over because I want to tell Ma and Pa (who are inside) about it as well. Then I woke up.
12-25-2019
10:27am
Woke up from this dream about an hour ago, though I'm only just now picking up this to write about. At Ma and Pa's old house. In the kitchen at first. It's the middle of the night, but the door is standing wide open, with only the outer storm door closed. (See the last part of the 12-5-2019 entry above, as this is oddly similar to that.) There is a big covered box in the floor, blocking the door from being closed. Instinctively, I know it is unwise to try to move this box or especially to pull off the towel that is covering it. I look into the living room and Pa is in there, sitting on the couch with the light on, watching TV. I ask him about the door and the box, and he says Ma did that. So I go back into Ma's bedroom where she's laying in bed with the light on. It feels like she's "dementia"-ish, but she is coherent enough. She tells me that there was some kind of huge gray bug crawling down her leg and when it got to her foot, she grabbed it and threw it in the box and covered it up. Then she dragged the box to the kitchen and opened the door to throw it outside, but saw it was too dark so just left it for the next day. Then she just went back to bed, leaving the door open (the "dementia"-ish part). While I'm in there, I see another big gray bug crawling on the wall, opposite where I was standing (between her bed and the old child bed) talking to Ma. It has a huge bulbous head and segmented body, almost like a cartoon caterpillar, but it's not a cartoon. Ma sees it and says the one on her foot had been twice as big as that one (and this one was already a couple inches long). It crawls into a crack between the nearby window frame and the wall and Ma says that is where the other one came from, too. I say I'll go get a can of bug spray and I head back to, for some reason, the living room. Pa is still there and for some reason it is day time now. I look out the window and all the leaves and tree limbs are thrashing around crazily, as if it is super windy. Pa says I need to go lock the storm door before the wind blows it open. I say okay, but before I go, Pa points to a book on the couch next to him and asks if I ever read it. I look at it and it's some kind of Sherlock Holmes book. I say I'm not sure, but I might read it later. In the kitchen, trying to close and lock the storm door. At first, there's no outer metal frame on the door frame on which the door even connects, but then there is a frame but it doesn't match the door itself, so it's difficult to close and lock the door, especially with the crazy wind. I finally get it closed and am talking to Pa in the living room again, but he says here comes Ma from the bedroom. She starts trying to open the door that I just fought to get closed and locked, so I run back in there to stop her. Pa comes up behind us to help, but we're trying to be delicate because Ma "has dementia." I fucking hate these "Ma with dementia" dreams. (Also, IRL, Pa never knew about Ma's dementia, as he had died of cancer several years before she started to show signs of it.)
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Later, after a scene switch, I'm back in Ma's bedroom. <Oldest sister> is there. The old, long defunct IRL air conditioner is on for some reason, but making horrid noises due to not working properly. <Oldest sister> either turns it off, unplugs it, or yanks some piece out of it to break it. Either way, it shuts off. I say something like "You know when Ma comes back in here, she's just going to turn it back on, right?" <Oldest sister> says "Andy, Ma is dead." I say "Oh... right." I hate dreams like that even more.
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An entirely separate dream had the Ninja Turtles, with lightsabers fighting Jango Fett in a dark hallway and throne room, with Fett kicking their asses. Then woke up again (this dream was in the period between 9:30-10:30am).
10-9-2020
9:04am
Maybe if I write this shit down I'll be able to go back to sleep. Anyway.
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First dream. I wrote something bad about <name redacted, relationship also redacted> in either my pencil journal or online somewhere and <pronoun redacted> saw it. Got pissed and came out to Ma's house, where I still lived with Ma. I was just as pissed at <pronoun redacted>, if not even more so. I pick up one of Pa's canes and start trying to smash <pronoun redacted> head in. <Pronoun redacted>'s trying to use Ma as a shield. I eventually drive <pronoun redacted> outside, and <pronoun redacted> waddles away, heading toward the Bottoms. (Yeah... this one was especially fucked up.)
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Second dream more elaborate. I'm a Hero (in the Fable sense). I'm on some kind of quest. In some weird underground tunnels, connected to top side locations via holes or portals (?) through which tiny people or creatures are throwing tiny projectiles at me to keep me out, or in, whatever. Then I'm on this charred plain next to a vast evil looking blackrock castle. I go in and fight a bunch of villainous monsters. I win against them by saving the worst one for last. This one will explode and flood the whole land with lava when it dies, so right before I kill it, I cast a spell that lets me respawn at a predetermined location. I kill it, then respawn on a pedestal made out of a gigantic spinal column towering over the charred plain, as lava flows everywhere. Then I'm in an underground market where I apprehend a thief, who I then decide to sell as a slave at an even deeper underground slave market. I take him/her down there, and they let me choose as payment one from a set of "power crystals" that can be used in magic or a giant, flat, "jello" like gem worth a lot of money. I take the power crystal because I don't trust the "jello" gem. They also give me a pair of green tinted sunglasses that symbolize slavery somehow. And that's when I woke up, only 5-ish hours after I went to bed at 3:30am or so. Fuuuck.
3-26-2021
7:03am
Crazy goddamn dream. In a boat (and I really mean inside a boat, more like a yacht or something, down below deck), on the "lake" behind <youngest sister>'s house (there is no lake behind <youngest sister>'s house, at least not replacing their back yard, anyway), so probably <youngest sister>'s and <brother-in-law, youngest sister's husband>'s boat (they don't have a yacht IRL, afaik). There's an intense storm going on, though the sky is strangely cloudless and sunny and blue at the same time. I'm there with family, presumably all siblings and their spouses and kids (and their kids). In the distance there is a tornado on the water (purely white) and it is erratically changing directions, except in any direction that is away from us. As it gets closer, it goes behind an island off in the distance, but then plows over this island toward us. Then it goes off to the right, presumably out of frame of the (much too large for a yacht) window we'd been using to look at it. Then, all of a sudden, the lights go out and the boat starts tilting crazily. At one point, I recall hearing <youngest sister> say that the boat is upside down. I look forward and see through the (equally too large) windows nothing but water, because the boat has sunk and is now headed for the bottom of this presumably very deep lake (even though we'd been docked at the "shore" just behind <youngest sister>'s house). Everyone starts busying themselves with getting the fuck off of this boat, but I woke up before leaving the boat (and before the boat broke open and filled with water). It was a shitty, terrible dream and I hate it, because now I feel incredibly tense and not likely to go back to sleep any time soon, even though I did not go to sleep to start with until sometime after 4:00am. Fucking shit. As it turns out, this is the first entry in this dream journal of 2021, and I only made one, single entry during the entirety of 2020, even though I know I had more dreams than just that. Just nothing worth writing, I guess. Current time 7:48am. Gonna try to sleep again now.
5-6-2021
4:20am
I actually had the dream I'm about to write about last night, as in the night prior to the most recent day, i.e. technically "yesterday," but still "today," as I haven't gone to sleep yet since I got up "this" morning. So, anyway, the dream, or what I recall of it, anyway. I was at Ma and Pa's old house (which no longer exists except as debris, probably in a landfill somewhere, or waiting to be recycled into something useful possibly, I have no idea). Ma and Pa were there. And there were a bunch of people down in the basement. IRL, Ma and Pa's house didn't have a basement. It just had a, depending on the weather, dank, dusty, and/or moldy crawl space. But in this dream, it had a full-on, multi-room basement. And a crowd of people were in there. They weren't supposed to be there. As such, Pa and I decided to do something about it. I first grabbed a rifle, but then decided I'd rather have the pistol. We went around to the back of the house, to the place where the opening to the crawl-space was IRL, and this led to the door to the dream-basement. I pointed the gun at a dude in one of the rooms visible from the door, then we went in to clear out all these freeloaders/trespassers. And... that's the last I recall, presumably due to waking up.
And that's it. Those are the most recent entries in my dream journal, at least as of this here post. So, only one entry in all of 2020 and only two entries in all of 2021. Granted, I wrote about other dreams besides these in my normal (i.e. typically non-dream) pencil-and-paper journal and/or here in my Dreamwidth blog, but even all of those together are just a fraction of all the dreams I've had, but didn't bother to write about, for whatever reason. I dunno. *shrug* Like I said at the top, I need to get back into writing about my dreams more.
