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First one in a while. While I have been writing in my normal pencil and paper journal quite a bit lately about dreams I've had, I haven't written anything in my bona fide dream journal in several months. Until this morning, anyway. Also, in this here online journal, I have apparently only written one entry about the actual dream journal, even though I've written several entries pertaining to the dreams I recorded in the pencil and paper journal (though I'm hugely behind on that, and probably unlikely at this point to ever get caught up).
This entry, here, is about the actual dream journal. Basically, I'm going to transcribe all of the dreams I've written in that thing since that previous post. So, I left off in... 2009 holy shit really? That's the year I started the damn thing. Yeah, this might take a while. >_>; I'll try to keep the same format from the previous post here as well. Note, again, that these are from the actual dream journal, written immediately after waking up, so unlike (most of) the ones I wrote in my normal journal, these will be more steam-of-conscious, with associated bad grammar (and no paragraph breaks) and shit like that. I'll fix the misspellings, at least, though. I think I'm going to refrain from making (editorial comments) the way I did in the previous entry, though.
5-26-09
4:30 am
Nighttime. I'm somewhere outside alongside a road. Not many lights around. Kind of hilly. Buildings to the left close to the road. In distance ahead I hear police sirens but don't see anything. I "hear" what sounds like TV or radio coverage of a report of the police chase even though no TV or radio around. Police are chasing a huge truck. 18-wheeler coming this way. I feel need to get off side of road. Have omen that truck will run off the road at my position. I start to inch forward using hand holds on the buildings to propel me forward but moving slowly sluggish. Cut to brief "side view" of chase, and following along behind is a news van, source of report I hear. Being projected on side of van. Back to me, I see headlights in distance, far away. Getting frantic. Finally come to what looks like dropoff, maybe 10-15 feet into someone's yard. I drop over this. Seconds later truck goes by. Next thing I know there is a mountain lion down there with me. Apparently hauled by truck. It doesn't do anything and I am strangely unworried. Helicopter flies over, starts shooting lion with machine gun. I yell watch where you're shooting. Now animal is almost dead. I suddenly feel wary that it is about to attack but also really sorry for it. I climb back up. Now notice I am completely covered in blood. But weird it's not just red but red mixed with white, almost creamy, thick. Disgusting. I try to wipe hands in wet dewy grass on side of road in this area. Truck is there, back open on the side like a train car. Man is there with what looks like small two-leg dinosaur. Suddenly dinosaur is in front of me, looking up at me. It opens strangely toothless mouth and makes high pitched squeak noise like a baby. I think its cute until man says watch out it's going to bite. I use forearms to force its mouth shut. Then wake up. More detail. Road is on an incline maybe 10-20°. Right side of road opposite me is forested hill maybe 45-60º uneven incline. To left is the building(s) with some kind of yellowish tan siding, stone, with rough etchings, used by me as handholds, beyond the yard at the bottom of the cliff, I see streets, other yards, buildings, distant lights of city. Seems on very gradual slope down to what seems to be shores of a lake or ocean, but way too dark to tell. City area seems kind of "at the beach" to me, and road + undeveloped hill seem like "in the mountains." It feels hot, like whole area is in a more southern climate.
7-5-11
3:30am
Part of Documentary {- The Harley Race table thing
- Spike Dudley going through 5 tables with a Swanton Bomb.
- The Rock talking to/about his son. Does Rock even have a son?
} Part of Documentary
- Me, at a bar for the first time ever, actively buying a drink and looking for women. Miserable experience, in the dream.
3-12-13
4:15am
Been a while, dream journal. Well, I'm awake with little hope of falling back asleep anytime soon, so might as well do this.
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First dream I recall.
I was at work, but we were off site for some reason. Day was over and it was time to go home, but I needed to go back to the main office for some reason another, and started walking back. On the way, I noticed that the sky was really incredibly dark. Like it was almost night time, even though it should have still been daytime. Also seemed even darker in a specific area to the east, as if major stormfront moving in or something. As I approached the office, I saw coworkers pulling in in their cars and then leaving. Though I shouldn't have been privy to their conversations I heard them talking about locking up for the night. Said if I still needed to get in I had a key. They left. I got there and noticed that the geography was a bit off. For instance, the parking lot was a whole lot bigger than it actually is IRL. For some reason, I was really hesitant to go in, as though I knew something ws going to happen. Something bad. As I approached the door, which was mostly glass as it is irl, I noticed I couldn't see anything through it. Pitch black. And that's when I woke up.
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Second dream. Much less coherent and more nonsensical than last one. I was at my eldest sister's house. At the end of the driveway was a small pond/creek that is not there irl. Maybe 3 feet deep or so. Above this, around 10-20 feet off the ground was a large stone platform. Above this was another one, about another 30 or so feet up. I was on second one. Other people were on one below. One of them was me as a woman. For some reason, I (the one above in first person view) was tossing down these little blue packets of magic/electricity/fire/whatever. A couple times I tossed them down onto my female self, shocking/burning her for no apparent reason. There seemed to be *some* purpose for it, but even in the dream I didn't know what. Then, I tossed one of these things into the creek below. At this point Stone Cold Steve Austin, who was also inexplicably on the platform decided to dive into the water after it. Head first. I immediately knew this was bad idea. I teleported to the water and a voice said Stone Cold is dead. I pulled him out and laid him on my sister's driveway. He wasn't dead but was in bad shape and about to die. I pulled out cellphone and tried to dial 911, but every time I'd enter the last "1" the number would randomly change to some other number that wasn't even a phone #. Tried several times with same result. My sister came out with cordless house phone since my cellphone wasn't working, but this is when I woke up.
5-30-2013
5:26am
Fractured dream. Don't remember too much except it involved me and several other people being chased by the Slender Man. Two distinct parts.
First part.
Somehow, our group has gotten split up. We're on a train trying to meet up with the second group ahead of us. There are 3 people in this group. Well actually 5, but it's weird. I was, collectively, a single entity consisting of Huey, Dewey, and Louie, yes Donald Duck's nephews. I was somehow all three at once. Like I said, weird. Anyway I was exploring the last train car, but because the other two (normal humans and not Disney characters) were also there, we moved forward to the next car. This was what I/we thought of as an "exercise car" but the only thing different about it was that it was wider than normal (much wider than a train car could possibly be). There were people jogging around. We wanted to go ahead but intuitively knew we'd be stopped by a generic video game-y barrier that wanted to keep us in the back. That is, no actual physical barrier, but just something saying "cars too close to front, stay here." Anyway this is when it switched to the second group.
Second part.
Two people, miles ahead of other group on train. Going to meet a third ahead. We stop at a strip mall/shopping center place. Third person is there. (Note, at this point, I am myself again.) Other two are generic, nondescript women. Second one that we were meeting was trying to call police, but not having much luck because she didn't know French. (Yes we were apparently in France now, I've never been there IRL). Kept getting transferred. Got a really rude emergency operator. Tried to explain we were chased by Slender Man. No good so we give up. We decide to go back and meet the train. For some reason we have 3 separate vehicles, a moped, a car, and some sort of bicycle/motorcycle hybrid thing that somehow wasn't a moped. I take the motorcycle. Now for some reason we are on my parent's IRL farm, on the top of the trail that leads down to the Bottoms, but facing away from that toward the house and driveway that leads out to main road. Girl on moped goes on ahead. I turn to girl about to leave in car to tell her to wait until I get motorcycle started, but see she's looking behind us in terror. She screams "Just go! Just run!" jumps in car and peels out. I look behind and see Slender Man slowly floating toward me. I have my foot somehow stuck between the thing that kickstarts motorcycle and the bicycle pedals, so trying to just run/hop away while pushing bike along. Then woke up.
8-31-13
5:06am
Surviving in a zombie apocalypse dream. Don't recall ever having one of those before. Seemed kind of "video gamey" in that there seemed to be "levels" to clear. Went through several such though only remember a few. There was a small child involved early on (think Clementine from Walking Dead, may have even been her) and at first it involved actively protecting her but later on it was just trying to learn from others if she was safe or not. I was me in the dream, not Lee Everett, by the way. Zombies alternated between stupid easy to kill to just having to run away from them. At one point I was able to hold a decayed door with the top half missing closed while bashing their heads in with the butt of a revolver I'd found on that "level," after having killed four with the bullets (after missing twice because the gun sucked). "Level" before that, though, zombies were driving freaking cars and actively trying to run us over. Dream ended when a large group of survivors broke into a grocery store. This was just after the part where I had the pistol, which I tell them has no more bullets. I found a table with an unopened bag of potato chips and a loaf of bread on it, along with other indeterminate food items on it. Ask if anyone has a bag to carry stuff with. I say if bread isn't moldy take it, then say take it anyway and maybe we'll find a library later that might have a book about uses for mold or something. That's when I woke up.
10-26-13
3:38am
Two parts. First part incredibly abstract. Makes no sense on waking but felt like it made perfect sense in dream. Looking down at something I interpreted to be a map, in the dream. It was something that looked like brown and black splotches of paint or maybe brown paint thrown onto black paper, but the brown areas were glowing, almost yellow, as if a light behind the "map" were illuminating it. Viewpoint kept flitting around, hummingbird like, from place to place on this "map." Each movement, each position, even the exact amount of time spent on each point and the exact speed of movement from one to the next felt like it had a specific meaning, in the dream at least as it makes no sense at all now.
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Part 2. A more "traditional" dream. I am in a big black SUV sitting in the back. It is night. There is a guy sitting ahead of me in the area, whom I "recognize" as "someone I know" but upon awaking I don't really know who it was supposed to have been. Driving the SUV is a girl, similarly "known" to me as the guy. While the guy was completely nondescript, the girl stood out more to me. Long black hair, bangs about half way down her forehead. A red blouse/sweater thing. She was driving the vehicle. We were just riding around doing some site seeing in what I'm thinking of now as a "national park" of some sort. I want to say it was in "the mountains" but the actual location doesn't matter because it was incredibly dark outside, being night and all. Eventually we left this "park" area and it lightened up a bit. Road signs suddenly everywhere too many more confusing than useful. We're lost, but I say something about how I know of a campsite/boat dock or something up ahead on the left at the bottom of the hill we were going down out of "the mountains." I see a huge pool of water at the bottom, flooding the road, and start to tell the girl to maybe slow down but we're in it before I can even finish. Doesn't seem deep at first but then we're submerged completely by a few feet, but somehow the SUV keeps running and moving as if through air. No water actually breaches the interior yet I can somehow feel it as though it were floating in the air. Soon we pass through it and start going up another hill. We're all pretty surprised we made it through. I notice we're not on an actual road anymore but are just tearing over the countryside. We hear sirens in the distance and see yellow-orangeish flashing lights, behind us. The guy and I want to stop but the girl does not. We're not sure they're even after us until a voice over a loud speaker says you in the black SUV stop now. We're still going off road now, through lawns, between houses, across open fields. Hard to see because it's still night. Eventually the girl stops the vehicle. I glance back and see the lights getting closer and when I look forward again, the girl is not in the driver seat but is behind it next to the other guy. He gets annoyed and tells her to take responsibility, then says he's going to go talk to the police. He gets out and isn't seen again, presumably talking to them like he said. The girl reluctantly gets back in the driver seat, but I can tell she's very upset. Next thing I know she has this big ass gun in hand. Looked like a Desert Eagle or something. At first I thought she was planning to fight the cops, but then she starts to put the gun to her head, crying and saying she's afraid of being caught and getting in trouble. I was angry when she first pulled it out, but then got scared when I thought she was going to shoot herself. I somehow managed to leap up into the middle seat and grab the gun away from her. Trying to comfort her, telling her everything will be okay, they probably just wanted to warn us not to drive through the water again. Said I would hide the gun under the seat where they wouldn't see it. She's still frantic about getting in trouble and I'm still trying to calm her down. That's when I woke up, feeling a bit stressed out, to say the least, and startingwrighting this down, and I misspelled writing for some dumb reason.
12-11-13
6:50am
Crappy dream. Home break-in. I was in what I thought of as my condo out here in WA, but was actually my youngest sister's old, now abandoned mobile home. It was night and I was in the main bedroom. I'm the only one there or so I thought. For some reason, I got the feeling that something was wrong, so I grabbed a golf club that happened to be propped up next to the door and rushed out. I immediately noticed that the front door was standing wide open. As I was frantically searching the place I grabbed a wooden baseball bat at some point as well. When I got back to the living room area, I finally saw the intruder. It was an Indian man (as in from India, not a Native American). Don't know how I missed him before or why he didn't react before now. He jumped up and started trying to get past me to the door, which I had already closed and locked. I took several weirdly ineffective swings at him with my weapons, missing several times before hitting him once in the head. It probably should have killed him as hard as I was swinging but it barely staggered him. I hit him again which finally knocked him down but didn't hurt him much. While I held him at bay, I went over to a white corded wall phone (which I don't own IRL, or for that matter I don't own a golf club or baseball bat either) and called 911. Instead of getting an immediate response, it rang for a while then I got a recorded message about school closings or something. Tried again and something similar happened. As I looked out the windows, it was now unexplainably daytime. Even more unexplainably, the view was the view of the street as seen from the Taco Time here in WA, the one closest to my workplace. Saw some people walking by, all in weird uniforms like a bus driver or UPS guy or mail guy or something. Then a couple of actual police officers. They come in (even though the door had been closed it was now open again) and tell me that the guy I caught was part of some big criminal plot that the other bus driver/UPS/mail guys were part of. I look back at the Indian guy and he pulled out the bottom half of a disassembled gun, like he was trying to put it back together. As I start to swing my weapons at him again, that's when I woke up. Now I'm pissed as it's too close to my normal wake up time to go back to sleep.
12-28-2016 6:35am
Ghostbusters, except my own start up. Not actually GB. Shooting a liquid, not proton beam. Store on 311. Caught a ghost. Referred to another location. Domovoi, not ghost. Helpful, friendly. Other ghetto GB there. Trying to catch Domovoi. They fail, leave. I talk to Domovoi. Actually two. One spirit of dog. Other boy. Dog = Billy. Boy = Tar Tar or something like that. I convince to help people. Convince people to let help. They ask Domovoi to turn a huge wind crank that they say usually requires helicopter. 2 Domovoi call in nameless friend Domovoi to help.
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Now I'm Angel. Time shenanigans. Feel drunk, giddy. Large, dark manmade-ish metal honeycomb/cave structure. I'm there with Cordelia and Fred, I think (as Angel). Maybe Wesley, Gunn there. Or maybe they show up later? Spike shows up with another Angel. I'm both, but now more 2nd Angel. Two due to temporal bullshit. Both Angels drunk giddy. Acting crazy/funny. AI team comment on weirdness. Then woke up, and decided to write in this thing for first time in 3 years.
12-29-2016 4:40am
Very unpleasant Donald Trump related dream. Not even sure I want to write it down. I was entering a very seedy room of a very seedy apartment or motel. Room to be rented/bought by Trump in near future. I had a paper bag of shit. I was in process of leaving this hanging on a hook in the room when man involved with Trump team caught me in act. He told me I shouldn't be there. Told me how Trump needed room for some unexplained purpose. I said fine. Left room. In lobby of building, I hid bag of shit under a cushion of a sofa in the room. Left. As I was walking outside, grabbed by some asshole. Another asshole started talking into a cellphone, saying they had caught me. Apparently, Trump team keeping tabs on all of Trump's enemies. They were going to disappear me. I throat chopped phone asshat, but woke up before I could evade other guy. Terrible dream. I wish I had a Death Note and could write Trump's name in it.
2-2-2017 8:22am
I'm sitting in the dark in the living room. Ma is in her room in bed. I'm wondering where Pa is, because he's not there. I get up off couch (was sitting on left most side like I used to as kid before house became full of clutter) and go to kitchen, still in the dark. Grab two cans of beer out of a large carton in fridge, intending to drink them, even though I know I shouldn't, as I need to drive later. Wonder if 2 beers might be too much, or even one, since I don't normally drink at all. Sitting on couch again, holding cans of beer. Girl comes in. I think of her as [name redacted in this online transcription], but she's super hot (not that [name redacted] isn't pretty IRL, but this girl in dream is unreal). Asking me what's going on, casually. I say Ma's in bed, not sure where Pa is. We talk about other stuff for a while. Something about some device that calcs life expectancy. I tell her Pa's is down to 10% (probably because he's already dead IRL). She changes subject to something we had talked about before, something about wounds? She shows me a grievous, pus filled wound on her knee. I want to kiss it, make it better. Ma comes in, wants to know where Pa is. I say I don't know, but hear voices from outside. Out window, can see Pa out there, talking to some Mexican guy. Tell Ma and [name redacted] that Pa is out there talking to "Hispanic" guy, because I think (in the dream) that's less offensive than "Mexican" for some reason. Scene switch. At an ice cream parlor now. I think I'm a girl now? [Name redacted] is there, but out of view. We're chatting. "Boss" comes in, tells us to get to work. I make him some ice cream using a machine in the basement, then some more using machine in lobby. Oh, it's still night here, too. I tell him I think machine in lobby is on the fritz, since ice cream is melty. [Name redacted] agrees.
Still night. {
Scene switch again. I'm me (male) again. In front passenger seat of vehicle. Pat the NES Punk is driving. Someone else in back. Not sure if it's James Rolfe as AVGN or Doug Walker as Nostalgia Critic. Pat says he is taking us somewhere to see something. He starts driving faster and faster, too fast. Cars up ahead. He pulls switch and blue lights plus siren comes on. I realize we're in a stolen ambulance. Also realize Pat is drunk as a skunk. I tell him to stop and let me out. Pat becomes angry and speeds up even more. I pull the emergency brake, which doesn't work even though I jump to back and pull lever all the way back to there. Guy in back is freaking out. I punch Pat and knock him out (or kill him?) Shove him aside and slam feet on brakes. Car spins out and ends up on train tracks, though they look more like faint impressions in dirt than train tracks. I have literal visions of train hitting and killing us. Guy in back still freaking. I hear train coming. I turn wheel and car spins around crazily. I know we're dead, but at last possible second, swerve off train tracks. Other guys are gone now. I'm outside in dark, unknown location. Ma, Pa, and [name redacted] are there. Actually, "Ma" and "Pa" too because I don't think they were same as IRL versions, now. "Pa" says he's ashamed of [name redacted] for some reason. She sits on ground, crestfallen. I feel bad and sit next to her, put my arm around her. She turns to me and we kiss. Her lips have consistency of bacon grease, and I have it on mine now too. I don't want to be rude, but I wipe my mouth. Some kind of weird, greasy blue crap on my hand. [Name redacted] laughs jokes that she overdid it on the lipstick.
} Still night
That's when I wake up.
2-14-2017 7:10am
Snippets. Feel like all one dream though. Best I can remember, rough chron order, but prob. not actual. Two women, I'm one of them. I give other a gift. We hug, on verge of making out. I'm now a guy. Have picture of woman I hugged as woman. Latino friend, living w/him? We go in door to apartment. He tells me hide photo because she's part of rival gang? I don't have a clue what's going on, but other people in house get super pissed at us, take photo away, threaten to beat us, kill us. Sitting behind counter at bar/diner now. Owner lady and other people. She keeps telling me to answer knocks at door, but I don't hear them because TV or radio too loud. Sitting in front yard, Ma's house. Bill O'Reilly and Donald Trump are sitting in driveway, doing a live interview being broadcast around world. Other people around but I don't see them. I'm super pissed. I keep yelling at them to shut the fuck up. Put a finger in my ears to try to block them out. Trump is blatantly lying to O'Reilly and O'Reilly knows it. Even he getting pissed. I change from screaming for them to shut up to screaming at O'Reilly to kick the asshole off the show. I don't care that both can actually hear me. Other people pissed, most at Trump and O'Reilly, but some Trumpster fires pissed at me. Now watching MLP. Spike's birthday? In treehouse library. Spike has a toy(?) phoenix. Winding tail feathers and letting go causes it to fly around room shooting fire behind it then back to Spike's hand. The more it's wound, the more fire and longer it goes. Lastly, Spike winds it a ridiculous amount, but just as he lets it go, Twilight says sorry Spike, too much at stake to let him burn down the library, and teleports the phoenix outside. I'm concerned because Twilight's voice was obviously not Tara Strong, but someone trying (badly) to sound like her. Turns out phoenix wasn't a toy, but actually "queen of phoenixes." She speaks and has voice of an old, scratchy voiced grandma. She still flies around and explodes like fireworks (but is fine). Show goes off. Different music than IRL, which bothers me. Then I wake up, feeling tense as shit.
2-19-2017 7:58am
Weird repeating half-lucid snippets. Dark Souls-y. On the way to fight some big enemy in a kind of hellscape area, but encountered a lesser enemy with chance to kill it there, rather than have to fight it at same time as boss. Looked humanoid but with reddish, burned-looking skin. It had ability to shapeshift into loved ones or into famous people to try to distract you or solicit help from other people. And it apparently had at least three identical siblings elsewhere. Another snippet. Entering an underground bridge or tunnel with train or minecart tracks. Encountered a girl, sometimes on roller skates, sometimes wielding a flamethrower or Ghostbuster proton pack. Sometimes just meeting her, sometimes fighting her. As I said these segments were repeating, kind of like the movie Groundhog Day. Another snippet. Riding a bus. Not sure if school bus or passenger bus. Had to transfer to a different bus. Guy I didn't like from IRL school was on bus sometimes, but didn't really do much. Had lots of stuff in and under seats? All snippets repeated a few times, felt connected in some way. Was aware of dreaming.
2-23-2017 7:30am
Two dreams, felt like one big one. First, some kind of super hero thing. I'm part of team. Something's going down. I have a space ship (basically Samus Aran's ship from the Metroid games) which I remotely control. In a classroom with a bunch of "villains" that we have to fight. I fight a tiny gorilla. Looks like Donkey Kong sprite, except purple. I'm hitting this thing with shoryukens and hadoukens, which is kind of overkill. I pick him up and take him to another of the "villains," which is a tiny space shuttle being dealt with by other team members. I put gorilla in cockpit and rip it up like paper. I go outside and tell my space ship to go wait on the far side of the moon to be out of sight.
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Second dream. I'm in a Sims-like game (or just playing it VR, maybe). Building tables by hand. Other people (players or NPCs, I'm not sure which) are there. A couple of them show up and sort of simultaneously tutor me and make fun of me for making tables from scratch when I could have just bought them whole, since it's a video game. (The fact that the whole thing is a game is known by everyone.) I leave the room I was in, which was connected to a large shopping mall or something. Girl with black hair and black clothes. At times, I'm looking for her in the crowd and either she's following me or looking for me. We get separated. I confuse someone else for her, because they have same hair style, even though other woman is blonde. In a different room, doing something. My "uncle" shows up and starts berating me for something or other. I want to leave, but he keeps grabbing me, shoving me. I snap and beat the shit out of him. Keep doing these weird jumping knees, hitting him in the face. Knock him the fuck out. I leave, trying not to draw attention. Cops show up. I avoid them at first, but they quickly find out I'm the one who beat up the other guy. One cop leads me to a table to sit. Asks me what's going on. As I'm telling this cop of how my "uncle" was an asshole and wouldn't leave me alone so I snapped and beat his ass, I couldn't stop musing about how "real" and "lifelike" this game was, because it never stopped being a Sims-like game I was in/playing.
2-27-2017 7:33am
In a game? Not sure. Working for a company. Bank? Me, guy, and girl. On a job. Going to get something or deliver something. Things go bad. We have guns, have to fight out. Back at work place. Foreclose on another shady business? Girl leaves. Car parked in bad neighborhood. Cold. In car. For some reason, she puts tongue on windshield. Gets stuck. Weird "tongue meter" shows up, gamelike. Fills with blood. Has to tear off part of tongue to free it from windshield. Backs car out of lot. Wants to go one way but goes another due to bad neighborhood. I leave, too. In my car. Decide to just spend the night in car. Other cars are double parked all around me so I can't leave anyway. I remember girl getting tongue stuck. Decide not to repeat that mistake. I'm naked, to go to bed in front seats, but worried someone might look in. Cold, so turn on engine for heat. Other stuff that I can kind of remember, but not well enough to relate here, which sucks.
3-26-2017 6:07am
Super fucked up dream. Family. Dad. Mom. Young son (around 5-8 years old). Maybe older sister (teenager)? At first, I am the dad, I think. I have made some sort of terrible deal with a big shot mob boss or some such. He is paying me to do some kind of job, though I don't know what it is because that aspect never comes up in the dream. Mob boss also gives us a house to live in. There is a black guy who is friends with me (the dad). "Later," I am the mom. Dad is in a tizzy. The mob boss is super pissed off. Associates of the mob boss are antsy of being involved with us, including the black guy. The reason is because the dad is not content with the house the mob boss has provided. He wants to move to a bigger farm, saying that this will allow him to start some kind of clinic or studio or something that he'd always wanted to do. I convince the mob boss to simply reduce what he's paying us to compensate for the bigger place he'd be paying for. This seems to placate everyone. "Later," finally, I am the young son. I am outside and everyone is snickering and talking shit about me behind my back and I don't understand why. I find the black guy, and he's heading for a small boat landing to board a small motorboat to get hell out of Dodge. He straight up hates me now and doesn't even want to talk. I ask why and he says it's because dad wanted too much, wasn't content with what mob boss gave him, and now shit is hitting the fan. He gets on the boat and leaves. I turn back toward the large office building of the mob boss. All the people are there, looking at me smugly, because they know we are finished. Here's what I (as actually me, the one having and observing the dream) know that the little boy (whose eyes I'm currently seeing through) does not, yet. Mom is dead, killed by mob boss. Dad is bloody and beaten, but has gained super powers somehow and is going on a revenge rampage in the office, looking for mob boss. Teenage sister is just somewhere in the crowd, oblivious to everything. She never plays a role in the dream, really. I (as the little boy) discover that I have telekinesis. Very weak at first. I start toward building. Crowd tries to stop me. I shove them apart with my power. They keep trying to stop me. My power starts growing rapidly. Soon, I'm twisting people into pretzels or launching them into the clouds or other horrific things. I make it inside the building. I very briefly see dad, his face bloody and basically skinless. He's mad (as in both angry and insane) and still looking for mob boss. Everyone in the building now has powers of some sort. I end up in a basement somehow, knowing I have to make it to the penthouse to help dad kill mob boss. I encounter a white guy and a black guy (different black guy). We have what is basically a JJBA stand battle, which ends when I rip skin from both their faces and meld that skin with the nose and mouth of the opposite guy. When they both realize that they can no longer breathe, that is around when I wake up, but as the abstract observer of the dream I knew it didn't matter, because the dad had already killed mob boss. Fucked up, like I said. To note, dad and mom were not my IRL mother and father (thank goodness). I want to say that they (and young son and sister) were being "played" by famous TV actors, appropriate to their roles, but who those actors are, I couldn't tell you now. At best, I can say that the dad sounded like Harry Anderson (-sen?) from Night Court, but looked like a middle aged, balding man with red hair and red bushy mustache. No idea who he was/is IRL, if anyone. Also, most of the outside scenes took place on the street that, IRL, connects between what used to be the Lassiter school building and the Scott school building.
4-7-2017 4:59am
Scary dream. At Ma's house. We learn that criminals are going to be comingto be coming to kill us for some reason. I grab a rifle and a handful of bullets (not sure how many, but the amount is "probably not enough"). We flee the house and head toward The Bottoms for some reason. At bottom of the hill, we see a guy behind us at the barn next to dog lot. I shoot at him several times before I hit him. No idea if he's dead. We keep fleeing. Make it to the creek. We get in creek at upper ford and go upstream. We know they're still coming. Ma doesn't want me to, but I start to call [eldest sister] or [brother]. That's when I wake up.
5-2-2017 7:35am
Can't go back to sleep at the moment so might as well write about the dream. In a classroom (again). Working on school work. Writing a play(?) Buffy-related. As I write, I'm writing "in 3D," I'm "commanding" people to do things as I write, sort of, but not really. Hard to explain. What I write doesn't necessarily happen, but it's more than just stage directions. Drawing lines to where people are (or where I want them to be), and they're there. Later. In a large, wide hallway. Actually doing a play now. Giles from Buffy is there. Fake fighting. A guy (or girl?) has a bent metal baseball bat. I pretend to attack them, but really hit their bat with mine, straightening it out. I go to grab play script, which has flown up against the far wall of the weirdly down-sloping hallway. Other play directors have an urn or glass jar. They think script is supposed to be in the jar, but I tell them not necessarily, at least not all the time. Most of the cast leaves, on break. One girl stays behind. I'm not sure if she is Diane from El Goonish Shive or if she's just portraying her. Doesn't much matter, either way, so she might as well have been her. She's upset because she hasn't had anything to do yet. Large cast, but mostly just standing around, not actually doing anything. I show her the script, which shows that Diane specifically has an important role coming up, which seems to satisfy her. Sitting next to a guy on a rail overlooking an interior courtyard on the floor below. Magic cat there, with red, white, blue fur. I lightly pet the cat, it purrs, which makes it, me, and other guy glow red, white, blue. Weird. Diane comments that the cat must like it, asks me to give her a massage. I tell her massages aren't the same as rubbing a cat. She says try anyway. I start rubbing her shoulders and running my fingers up and down her spine. I tell her I'm doing to her what I wish someone would do to me, as I'm feeling rather a lot of tension in my back and shoulders. In fact, I think that might have been what woke me up, as my back was hurting a bit IRL when I woke, and is part of why I can't go back to sleep, maybe. Weird dream, anyway.
5-5-2017, 8:05am
Ninjas. Leveling up. Rival battles. Rather video gamey. Annoying. Searching for batteries. Pastries. Something about riding on a large submarine with a class full of children. I was a teacher? (Before I was a ninja, at least.) The main theme/vibe/feeling of the dream overall was frustration and annoyance. May be related to or a symptom of my waking up with really strong/bad indigestion or acid reflux or heartburn or whatever you want to call it, along with serious burps. Suck.
5-6-2017, 8:52am
Overslept. Dammit. Dreams. Two, related. In first, I was a woman, anthro cat. Brown fur, orange-brown hair. On a quest or something. Sadly and annoyingly, I don't recall any of the "plot" details now, though I know it was pretty involved. Second dream (or second part of first dream), I was some kind of humanoid monster spider, bloody red as if no skin. In a spooky, haunted house, except I am the spook. Monster hunters there I think, and I trying to avoid them, and take them out one-by-one. Can't recall.
7-4-2017, 5:52am
Dark, nighttime. Started here, in my room in my bed. I get up and look out window behind computer (comp isn't there, desk isn't there, towel over window isn't there). Ma is outside. She has a flashlight but it is very dim as if battery almost dead. I grab a flashlight, shine it through window, but it doesn't help much. She's trying to tell me something but I can hardly hear. Something on the ground at her feet, but too dark to see. I suddenly know it's very dangerous outside. Wolves. I grab my survival knife. I look into Ma's bedroom. Ma is somehow also in there. She has a flashlight, shining it at me, asking me what's going on. I say can't talk now because you (Ma) are outside. She says I'm not outside. I ignore her and head for the kitchen door. The me that is watching all of this wonders why the me that is there in the dream doesn't grab a gun. The me in the dream runs out the door and down the steps. I don't see anything at first as I stand near Ma, but there is a weird light in the distance, almost like faint predawn sun, but not the same. Especially weird since that direction, IRL, is west not east, so "predawn sun" wouldn't be coming from that way. I see a vague wolf like shape. I actually charge toward it like an idiot. Strange booming sounds almost like thunder or gunshots or distant train wrecks, intermittent but frequent. I now see not wolves but three or four small dogs, like beagles or terriers or whatever, but I know they are as deadly as wolves. They run in at me, snarling and snapping. I stab at them but they dart away for another pass. Ma's yelling. I'm on the ground and yell at them to leave her alone. Another one runs at me from her direction, which is the direction of the house so it is backlit by light coming from windows in the house. I do a weird, breakdancey, double legged spin kick at it, but it darts to the side. That's when I wake up, feeling tense and enraged and briefly wanting to get up and run check on Ma. After I got a grip, I thought of this notebook instead. I still might go check on Ma now, even so. What shitty piece of shit fucking shit dream. I hate nightmares that involve Ma like that. Fuck the shit out of that hell.
8-17-2017 3:35am
Layers on layers. Innermost(?) was a group of girls. Magical girls? In a room. On a train? Moving from room/car to room/car. I'm one of them? Wearing only a long blanket that drags floor. Music plays as walking along floor, different for each person. Next layer. This is actually a prison/prison transport. Sound is ID for each prisoner. Next layer. There was a nuclear war. We're meant to go out and clean areas of the world. Next layer. No actually, it's all a Matrix-like computer simulation we're in. We're training in the sim to do that, physical bodies in the real world. Next layer. Actually, no, we have no bodies. We're just computer code. At some point, there's a guy in a building, top floor (not a train anymore, I guess). He's barricaded inside, placed traps at all the windows and entrances. I'm supposed to go in from the roof and take him out. I wake up before I get that far.
1-20-2018 3:55am
Delah. (Means many in "Dark Tower" speak.) Those were my dreams. In rough order of when they happened... I thought I was never going to go to sleep, and this belief apparently persisted even after I did go to sleep and started dreaming, at least for a while. Okay, the dreams themselves. Hesitant to write about some of these but hell widdit. I was having sex with [name redacted (not the same person as from the 2-2-17 entry)]. I don't mean typical dream "trying to, but getting interrupted," I mean actual, bona fide sex. Came multiple times (in the dream anyway, not IRL, thankfully). She did too. It was very nice. We were in what looked like, at first, a museum. Then I was outside. [Name redacted] was gone (and didn't return). Now look like a medieval war camp. I was walking with a dude. Friend. Both of us great warriors. He was behind me. I said something like "If you're going to betray me and attack me, you need to be more stealthy than that." He attacked, we fought for a while, I killed him. Back inside. In living room of Ma's old house. Night. Decades ago. Pa alive, in his chair. I'm in floor between coffee table and TV area. No clutter. [Name redacted, yet another different person] is there. Some other guy is there. I knew who it was in dream and I know it was someone I knew IRL but I can't recall who it was now. We're roughhousing. Somewhat frisky. In a different location. Outside. Exploring. Strange mechanical door leads to important treasure, but don't get it. Go into a room. Actually, I think this was before the "sex with [name redacted #1 (of this entry)]" bit, because this was that room. Something about a cat? Later (after sex scene?) I'm in the room. Looks more like a weird storage room, but one I'm living in? Shelves everywhere lots of clutter. I lay down to go to sleep (can't go to sleep, even in dream). One of the shelves starts to fall, but I catch it with my feet and push it upright. But stuff (boxes of food, bags of potato chips, cans, stuff like that) starts to fall off. Chain reaction, shit falls to the floor all over the room. I'm pissed, say I'm done, I'm going home. I'm afraid noise has awakened Pa because he was outside, coming to check on me. I go outside. The room I was in was in the same location as the IRL location of the little decrepit barn I used to call first "Bugbusters" and then "The Club" (again IRL), which was between Ma's old house and the feed barn. However in the dream, this area, while it still looked kind of the same, is also different, sparsely populated with old, ancient ruins, structures, mostly stone columns. Anyway, it had been daylight in the previous room, coming in through windows, but now night time, or at least dusk. I thought I was going out to meet Pa, but it was Ma, not Pa. She shoved a weird creature at me, said it had hurt her. It was a weird mix of cute, creepy as fuck and (perhaps literal) nightmare fuel. It looked like a large sphere with arms and legs that were just a single straight limb. Think Nintendo's Kirby, sort of. No eyes or mouth. Ridged like a pumpkin. Had a small bulge on top that I thought of as a sort of head. It was a light green, white-ish green. Its skin felt like mucous or snot or Nickelodeon Gak, or at least looked/felt like it was covered in this shit. The thing was bumbling and stumbling around and I almost felt sorry for it, but Ma said again that it had hurt her. Apparently it could thrust porcupine-like spines out through its skin. So I said "Let me try this," put my hand on it just behind it "head" and ran it "head" first into one of the stone columns. It popped like a balloon. Disgusting. That's when I woke up, though I lay there and kind of "relived" the dreams for several minutes before finally deciding to get up and write them in this. I didn't even go to bed until after 1:00am, read until a bit after 2:00am. Took an ibuprofen (and only an ibuprofen) just before I got in bed to read until after 2:00am. So, between 2:00am and almost 4:00am, I had all those dreams. Current time is 4:35am, [eldest sister, with whom I live as of the time of this entry] is up getting ready to leave for work (I assume), this is not my normal goddamn journal, and I'm turning light back off and going back to sleep.
1-20-2018 8:07am
More dreams. First is a "joke" I was going to tell on Twitter (in the dream) but never got around. Joke: "If you hate someone, send them a picture of a sniper rifle with an attached message of 'You are dead in 5... 4... 3... 2...'" And... that's it. That was the "joke." Less a joke and more a goddamn death threat. Later I was walking around on a school campus with a guy named [name redacted] who I went to Digipen with IRL. I was looking for my car (some orange General Lee looking thing in the dream) but it wasn't where I thought I left it. At some point, someone secretly handed me a huge, fuck-off revolver that had to weigh like 10-20 pounds or some shit. I was walking around with this thing wrapped in a jacket to keep it hidden, trying to make it to my car that I couldn't find. At one point, a black dude I knew named [name redacted yet again, and not the same guy as previous redacted] (I knew IRL) came up and tried to start some shit, wanting to know what was I hiding. Instead of killing this mfer (who I never had any problems with IRL, that I recall) I just told him I was carrying a big fuck off gun and he needed to step the hell off. Later, [name redacted #1] again. I asked him about Steve Blackman from the WWF (now WWE). He said his dad had always thought Blackman was a phony, and had recorded the sound of a dumpster full of rocks being thrown down a cliff and then edited that into old footage of Blackman every time he kicked someone. Yeah, I don't get it either. Any of it.
8-30-2018 8:10am
Just woke from a super fucked up dream. Well the super fucked one was thesecondthird one, which I thought had obliterated all else, but I now actually recall a bit of the earlier one(s), so I'll put itthem first before I forget. Video-gamey. RPG. First person dungeon-crawler. Looking for something named... I don't know... Jyglyg or something. Some kind of demonic weapon or artifact or hell if I know. Meet some imps in a forest. Encounter sours so I leave. Find a cyborg/android/whatever. It joins as second party member. We encounter a guy with Jyglyg or whatever as a weapon. Try to trade for it. Fails. Meet imps again in a pitch dark cave. They want Jyglyg. I don't have it. Encounter/trade fails again. Lots of "text" on a "screen." Then about to fight someone. Same person from before with Jyglyg? Woman shows up, creator of cyborg/android. Tries to give it orders, it basically says "no" and leaves. She takes its place. Fighting. Pressing "buttons" on the "screen" to launch magic/future tech weapon attacks. Woman is buffing me every turn. Second dream (not the super fucked up one yet). I'm in some building. Supposed to enter a stairwell and go down to some secret meeting room. Been there before, but with someone else, so I don't know the "trick" to open the door at the bottom. Pitch dark in stairwell. I'm feeling along walls to try to find a light switch but can't find one. I make way down to bottom but can't open door to secret room. I encounter a group of refugees or rebels or freedom fighters or some such living in boxes under the stairs. Third dream (the super fucked up one). I'm at Ma's old house. In my bedroom. It is night time. I hear a weird, loud sound, like a blender or like someone sticking the tip of a pencil or toothpick into a fan. High pitched and grating. I get up and look for source. Lights off in my room, kitchen, and living room. Pa is not there (already dead and gone as IRL?) I briefly look for a gun but don't find one. I go to Ma's room. Light is on. Ma is standing between the beds (there is actually room to do this, in the dream) next to the north facing window. Blind is up so can see outside. Outside is a flying drone with an intense search light attached to it. Flying back and forth as if looking for something. (I'm getting goose bumps as I write this. Weird.) It points at the window then suddenly flies forward and smashes through the window and flies around the room. I have no idea why this is happening or who is controlling the drone, but I know it has to be for nefarious reasons, so I manage to grab the drone out of the air and smash the rotors against a bed post on the smaller child's bed so it can't fly anymore. I also try to rip open the outer casing to get at the hardware inside the drone to try to find out what the fuck is going on, or at least to try to damage it to prevent it from spying or recording or whatever it might still be doing. The whole time this was going on, Ma was still there, just babbling demented nonsense. She had even less idea of what was going on. I was trying to get her to be quiet, for fear of the drone or whatever else might still be outside in the dark, looking in through the now broken window, but no matter what, she kept trying to get the last word, responding when I'd tell her to be quiet or shut up or whatever. Talking about Pa as if he was still there. Talking as if I was still a kid. Shit like that. I tried to get her to go back to bed if she wouldn't be quiet (though I thought it was a bad idea with window busted, but didn't know what else to do). She said something like "You don't sleep at the office, silly." And started to try to leave. I said "That is your bed right there." She asked me where was I sleeping, where was Pa sleeping. That's around when I woke up, with my shit completely freaked.
This entry, here, is about the actual dream journal. Basically, I'm going to transcribe all of the dreams I've written in that thing since that previous post. So, I left off in... 2009 holy shit really? That's the year I started the damn thing. Yeah, this might take a while. >_>; I'll try to keep the same format from the previous post here as well. Note, again, that these are from the actual dream journal, written immediately after waking up, so unlike (most of) the ones I wrote in my normal journal, these will be more steam-of-conscious, with associated bad grammar (and no paragraph breaks) and shit like that. I'll fix the misspellings, at least, though. I think I'm going to refrain from making (editorial comments) the way I did in the previous entry, though.
5-26-09
4:30 am
Nighttime. I'm somewhere outside alongside a road. Not many lights around. Kind of hilly. Buildings to the left close to the road. In distance ahead I hear police sirens but don't see anything. I "hear" what sounds like TV or radio coverage of a report of the police chase even though no TV or radio around. Police are chasing a huge truck. 18-wheeler coming this way. I feel need to get off side of road. Have omen that truck will run off the road at my position. I start to inch forward using hand holds on the buildings to propel me forward but moving slowly sluggish. Cut to brief "side view" of chase, and following along behind is a news van, source of report I hear. Being projected on side of van. Back to me, I see headlights in distance, far away. Getting frantic. Finally come to what looks like dropoff, maybe 10-15 feet into someone's yard. I drop over this. Seconds later truck goes by. Next thing I know there is a mountain lion down there with me. Apparently hauled by truck. It doesn't do anything and I am strangely unworried. Helicopter flies over, starts shooting lion with machine gun. I yell watch where you're shooting. Now animal is almost dead. I suddenly feel wary that it is about to attack but also really sorry for it. I climb back up. Now notice I am completely covered in blood. But weird it's not just red but red mixed with white, almost creamy, thick. Disgusting. I try to wipe hands in wet dewy grass on side of road in this area. Truck is there, back open on the side like a train car. Man is there with what looks like small two-leg dinosaur. Suddenly dinosaur is in front of me, looking up at me. It opens strangely toothless mouth and makes high pitched squeak noise like a baby. I think its cute until man says watch out it's going to bite. I use forearms to force its mouth shut. Then wake up. More detail. Road is on an incline maybe 10-20°. Right side of road opposite me is forested hill maybe 45-60º uneven incline. To left is the building(s) with some kind of yellowish tan siding, stone, with rough etchings, used by me as handholds, beyond the yard at the bottom of the cliff, I see streets, other yards, buildings, distant lights of city. Seems on very gradual slope down to what seems to be shores of a lake or ocean, but way too dark to tell. City area seems kind of "at the beach" to me, and road + undeveloped hill seem like "in the mountains." It feels hot, like whole area is in a more southern climate.
7-5-11
3:30am
Part of Documentary {- The Harley Race table thing
- Spike Dudley going through 5 tables with a Swanton Bomb.
- The Rock talking to/about his son. Does Rock even have a son?
} Part of Documentary
- Me, at a bar for the first time ever, actively buying a drink and looking for women. Miserable experience, in the dream.
3-12-13
4:15am
Been a while, dream journal. Well, I'm awake with little hope of falling back asleep anytime soon, so might as well do this.
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First dream I recall.
I was at work, but we were off site for some reason. Day was over and it was time to go home, but I needed to go back to the main office for some reason another, and started walking back. On the way, I noticed that the sky was really incredibly dark. Like it was almost night time, even though it should have still been daytime. Also seemed even darker in a specific area to the east, as if major stormfront moving in or something. As I approached the office, I saw coworkers pulling in in their cars and then leaving. Though I shouldn't have been privy to their conversations I heard them talking about locking up for the night. Said if I still needed to get in I had a key. They left. I got there and noticed that the geography was a bit off. For instance, the parking lot was a whole lot bigger than it actually is IRL. For some reason, I was really hesitant to go in, as though I knew something ws going to happen. Something bad. As I approached the door, which was mostly glass as it is irl, I noticed I couldn't see anything through it. Pitch black. And that's when I woke up.
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Second dream. Much less coherent and more nonsensical than last one. I was at my eldest sister's house. At the end of the driveway was a small pond/creek that is not there irl. Maybe 3 feet deep or so. Above this, around 10-20 feet off the ground was a large stone platform. Above this was another one, about another 30 or so feet up. I was on second one. Other people were on one below. One of them was me as a woman. For some reason, I (the one above in first person view) was tossing down these little blue packets of magic/electricity/fire/whatever. A couple times I tossed them down onto my female self, shocking/burning her for no apparent reason. There seemed to be *some* purpose for it, but even in the dream I didn't know what. Then, I tossed one of these things into the creek below. At this point Stone Cold Steve Austin, who was also inexplicably on the platform decided to dive into the water after it. Head first. I immediately knew this was bad idea. I teleported to the water and a voice said Stone Cold is dead. I pulled him out and laid him on my sister's driveway. He wasn't dead but was in bad shape and about to die. I pulled out cellphone and tried to dial 911, but every time I'd enter the last "1" the number would randomly change to some other number that wasn't even a phone #. Tried several times with same result. My sister came out with cordless house phone since my cellphone wasn't working, but this is when I woke up.
5-30-2013
5:26am
Fractured dream. Don't remember too much except it involved me and several other people being chased by the Slender Man. Two distinct parts.
First part.
Somehow, our group has gotten split up. We're on a train trying to meet up with the second group ahead of us. There are 3 people in this group. Well actually 5, but it's weird. I was, collectively, a single entity consisting of Huey, Dewey, and Louie, yes Donald Duck's nephews. I was somehow all three at once. Like I said, weird. Anyway I was exploring the last train car, but because the other two (normal humans and not Disney characters) were also there, we moved forward to the next car. This was what I/we thought of as an "exercise car" but the only thing different about it was that it was wider than normal (much wider than a train car could possibly be). There were people jogging around. We wanted to go ahead but intuitively knew we'd be stopped by a generic video game-y barrier that wanted to keep us in the back. That is, no actual physical barrier, but just something saying "cars too close to front, stay here." Anyway this is when it switched to the second group.
Second part.
Two people, miles ahead of other group on train. Going to meet a third ahead. We stop at a strip mall/shopping center place. Third person is there. (Note, at this point, I am myself again.) Other two are generic, nondescript women. Second one that we were meeting was trying to call police, but not having much luck because she didn't know French. (Yes we were apparently in France now, I've never been there IRL). Kept getting transferred. Got a really rude emergency operator. Tried to explain we were chased by Slender Man. No good so we give up. We decide to go back and meet the train. For some reason we have 3 separate vehicles, a moped, a car, and some sort of bicycle/motorcycle hybrid thing that somehow wasn't a moped. I take the motorcycle. Now for some reason we are on my parent's IRL farm, on the top of the trail that leads down to the Bottoms, but facing away from that toward the house and driveway that leads out to main road. Girl on moped goes on ahead. I turn to girl about to leave in car to tell her to wait until I get motorcycle started, but see she's looking behind us in terror. She screams "Just go! Just run!" jumps in car and peels out. I look behind and see Slender Man slowly floating toward me. I have my foot somehow stuck between the thing that kickstarts motorcycle and the bicycle pedals, so trying to just run/hop away while pushing bike along. Then woke up.
8-31-13
5:06am
Surviving in a zombie apocalypse dream. Don't recall ever having one of those before. Seemed kind of "video gamey" in that there seemed to be "levels" to clear. Went through several such though only remember a few. There was a small child involved early on (think Clementine from Walking Dead, may have even been her) and at first it involved actively protecting her but later on it was just trying to learn from others if she was safe or not. I was me in the dream, not Lee Everett, by the way. Zombies alternated between stupid easy to kill to just having to run away from them. At one point I was able to hold a decayed door with the top half missing closed while bashing their heads in with the butt of a revolver I'd found on that "level," after having killed four with the bullets (after missing twice because the gun sucked). "Level" before that, though, zombies were driving freaking cars and actively trying to run us over. Dream ended when a large group of survivors broke into a grocery store. This was just after the part where I had the pistol, which I tell them has no more bullets. I found a table with an unopened bag of potato chips and a loaf of bread on it, along with other indeterminate food items on it. Ask if anyone has a bag to carry stuff with. I say if bread isn't moldy take it, then say take it anyway and maybe we'll find a library later that might have a book about uses for mold or something. That's when I woke up.
10-26-13
3:38am
Two parts. First part incredibly abstract. Makes no sense on waking but felt like it made perfect sense in dream. Looking down at something I interpreted to be a map, in the dream. It was something that looked like brown and black splotches of paint or maybe brown paint thrown onto black paper, but the brown areas were glowing, almost yellow, as if a light behind the "map" were illuminating it. Viewpoint kept flitting around, hummingbird like, from place to place on this "map." Each movement, each position, even the exact amount of time spent on each point and the exact speed of movement from one to the next felt like it had a specific meaning, in the dream at least as it makes no sense at all now.
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Part 2. A more "traditional" dream. I am in a big black SUV sitting in the back. It is night. There is a guy sitting ahead of me in the area, whom I "recognize" as "someone I know" but upon awaking I don't really know who it was supposed to have been. Driving the SUV is a girl, similarly "known" to me as the guy. While the guy was completely nondescript, the girl stood out more to me. Long black hair, bangs about half way down her forehead. A red blouse/sweater thing. She was driving the vehicle. We were just riding around doing some site seeing in what I'm thinking of now as a "national park" of some sort. I want to say it was in "the mountains" but the actual location doesn't matter because it was incredibly dark outside, being night and all. Eventually we left this "park" area and it lightened up a bit. Road signs suddenly everywhere too many more confusing than useful. We're lost, but I say something about how I know of a campsite/boat dock or something up ahead on the left at the bottom of the hill we were going down out of "the mountains." I see a huge pool of water at the bottom, flooding the road, and start to tell the girl to maybe slow down but we're in it before I can even finish. Doesn't seem deep at first but then we're submerged completely by a few feet, but somehow the SUV keeps running and moving as if through air. No water actually breaches the interior yet I can somehow feel it as though it were floating in the air. Soon we pass through it and start going up another hill. We're all pretty surprised we made it through. I notice we're not on an actual road anymore but are just tearing over the countryside. We hear sirens in the distance and see yellow-orangeish flashing lights, behind us. The guy and I want to stop but the girl does not. We're not sure they're even after us until a voice over a loud speaker says you in the black SUV stop now. We're still going off road now, through lawns, between houses, across open fields. Hard to see because it's still night. Eventually the girl stops the vehicle. I glance back and see the lights getting closer and when I look forward again, the girl is not in the driver seat but is behind it next to the other guy. He gets annoyed and tells her to take responsibility, then says he's going to go talk to the police. He gets out and isn't seen again, presumably talking to them like he said. The girl reluctantly gets back in the driver seat, but I can tell she's very upset. Next thing I know she has this big ass gun in hand. Looked like a Desert Eagle or something. At first I thought she was planning to fight the cops, but then she starts to put the gun to her head, crying and saying she's afraid of being caught and getting in trouble. I was angry when she first pulled it out, but then got scared when I thought she was going to shoot herself. I somehow managed to leap up into the middle seat and grab the gun away from her. Trying to comfort her, telling her everything will be okay, they probably just wanted to warn us not to drive through the water again. Said I would hide the gun under the seat where they wouldn't see it. She's still frantic about getting in trouble and I'm still trying to calm her down. That's when I woke up, feeling a bit stressed out, to say the least, and starting
12-11-13
6:50am
Crappy dream. Home break-in. I was in what I thought of as my condo out here in WA, but was actually my youngest sister's old, now abandoned mobile home. It was night and I was in the main bedroom. I'm the only one there or so I thought. For some reason, I got the feeling that something was wrong, so I grabbed a golf club that happened to be propped up next to the door and rushed out. I immediately noticed that the front door was standing wide open. As I was frantically searching the place I grabbed a wooden baseball bat at some point as well. When I got back to the living room area, I finally saw the intruder. It was an Indian man (as in from India, not a Native American). Don't know how I missed him before or why he didn't react before now. He jumped up and started trying to get past me to the door, which I had already closed and locked. I took several weirdly ineffective swings at him with my weapons, missing several times before hitting him once in the head. It probably should have killed him as hard as I was swinging but it barely staggered him. I hit him again which finally knocked him down but didn't hurt him much. While I held him at bay, I went over to a white corded wall phone (which I don't own IRL, or for that matter I don't own a golf club or baseball bat either) and called 911. Instead of getting an immediate response, it rang for a while then I got a recorded message about school closings or something. Tried again and something similar happened. As I looked out the windows, it was now unexplainably daytime. Even more unexplainably, the view was the view of the street as seen from the Taco Time here in WA, the one closest to my workplace. Saw some people walking by, all in weird uniforms like a bus driver or UPS guy or mail guy or something. Then a couple of actual police officers. They come in (even though the door had been closed it was now open again) and tell me that the guy I caught was part of some big criminal plot that the other bus driver/UPS/mail guys were part of. I look back at the Indian guy and he pulled out the bottom half of a disassembled gun, like he was trying to put it back together. As I start to swing my weapons at him again, that's when I woke up. Now I'm pissed as it's too close to my normal wake up time to go back to sleep.
12-28-2016 6:35am
Ghostbusters, except my own start up. Not actually GB. Shooting a liquid, not proton beam. Store on 311. Caught a ghost. Referred to another location. Domovoi, not ghost. Helpful, friendly. Other ghetto GB there. Trying to catch Domovoi. They fail, leave. I talk to Domovoi. Actually two. One spirit of dog. Other boy. Dog = Billy. Boy = Tar Tar or something like that. I convince to help people. Convince people to let help. They ask Domovoi to turn a huge wind crank that they say usually requires helicopter. 2 Domovoi call in nameless friend Domovoi to help.
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Now I'm Angel. Time shenanigans. Feel drunk, giddy. Large, dark manmade-ish metal honeycomb/cave structure. I'm there with Cordelia and Fred, I think (as Angel). Maybe Wesley, Gunn there. Or maybe they show up later? Spike shows up with another Angel. I'm both, but now more 2nd Angel. Two due to temporal bullshit. Both Angels drunk giddy. Acting crazy/funny. AI team comment on weirdness. Then woke up, and decided to write in this thing for first time in 3 years.
12-29-2016 4:40am
Very unpleasant Donald Trump related dream. Not even sure I want to write it down. I was entering a very seedy room of a very seedy apartment or motel. Room to be rented/bought by Trump in near future. I had a paper bag of shit. I was in process of leaving this hanging on a hook in the room when man involved with Trump team caught me in act. He told me I shouldn't be there. Told me how Trump needed room for some unexplained purpose. I said fine. Left room. In lobby of building, I hid bag of shit under a cushion of a sofa in the room. Left. As I was walking outside, grabbed by some asshole. Another asshole started talking into a cellphone, saying they had caught me. Apparently, Trump team keeping tabs on all of Trump's enemies. They were going to disappear me. I throat chopped phone asshat, but woke up before I could evade other guy. Terrible dream. I wish I had a Death Note and could write Trump's name in it.
2-2-2017 8:22am
I'm sitting in the dark in the living room. Ma is in her room in bed. I'm wondering where Pa is, because he's not there. I get up off couch (was sitting on left most side like I used to as kid before house became full of clutter) and go to kitchen, still in the dark. Grab two cans of beer out of a large carton in fridge, intending to drink them, even though I know I shouldn't, as I need to drive later. Wonder if 2 beers might be too much, or even one, since I don't normally drink at all. Sitting on couch again, holding cans of beer. Girl comes in. I think of her as [name redacted in this online transcription], but she's super hot (not that [name redacted] isn't pretty IRL, but this girl in dream is unreal). Asking me what's going on, casually. I say Ma's in bed, not sure where Pa is. We talk about other stuff for a while. Something about some device that calcs life expectancy. I tell her Pa's is down to 10% (probably because he's already dead IRL). She changes subject to something we had talked about before, something about wounds? She shows me a grievous, pus filled wound on her knee. I want to kiss it, make it better. Ma comes in, wants to know where Pa is. I say I don't know, but hear voices from outside. Out window, can see Pa out there, talking to some Mexican guy. Tell Ma and [name redacted] that Pa is out there talking to "Hispanic" guy, because I think (in the dream) that's less offensive than "Mexican" for some reason. Scene switch. At an ice cream parlor now. I think I'm a girl now? [Name redacted] is there, but out of view. We're chatting. "Boss" comes in, tells us to get to work. I make him some ice cream using a machine in the basement, then some more using machine in lobby. Oh, it's still night here, too. I tell him I think machine in lobby is on the fritz, since ice cream is melty. [Name redacted] agrees.
Still night. {
Scene switch again. I'm me (male) again. In front passenger seat of vehicle. Pat the NES Punk is driving. Someone else in back. Not sure if it's James Rolfe as AVGN or Doug Walker as Nostalgia Critic. Pat says he is taking us somewhere to see something. He starts driving faster and faster, too fast. Cars up ahead. He pulls switch and blue lights plus siren comes on. I realize we're in a stolen ambulance. Also realize Pat is drunk as a skunk. I tell him to stop and let me out. Pat becomes angry and speeds up even more. I pull the emergency brake, which doesn't work even though I jump to back and pull lever all the way back to there. Guy in back is freaking out. I punch Pat and knock him out (or kill him?) Shove him aside and slam feet on brakes. Car spins out and ends up on train tracks, though they look more like faint impressions in dirt than train tracks. I have literal visions of train hitting and killing us. Guy in back still freaking. I hear train coming. I turn wheel and car spins around crazily. I know we're dead, but at last possible second, swerve off train tracks. Other guys are gone now. I'm outside in dark, unknown location. Ma, Pa, and [name redacted] are there. Actually, "Ma" and "Pa" too because I don't think they were same as IRL versions, now. "Pa" says he's ashamed of [name redacted] for some reason. She sits on ground, crestfallen. I feel bad and sit next to her, put my arm around her. She turns to me and we kiss. Her lips have consistency of bacon grease, and I have it on mine now too. I don't want to be rude, but I wipe my mouth. Some kind of weird, greasy blue crap on my hand. [Name redacted] laughs jokes that she overdid it on the lipstick.
} Still night
That's when I wake up.
2-14-2017 7:10am
Snippets. Feel like all one dream though. Best I can remember, rough chron order, but prob. not actual. Two women, I'm one of them. I give other a gift. We hug, on verge of making out. I'm now a guy. Have picture of woman I hugged as woman. Latino friend, living w/him? We go in door to apartment. He tells me hide photo because she's part of rival gang? I don't have a clue what's going on, but other people in house get super pissed at us, take photo away, threaten to beat us, kill us. Sitting behind counter at bar/diner now. Owner lady and other people. She keeps telling me to answer knocks at door, but I don't hear them because TV or radio too loud. Sitting in front yard, Ma's house. Bill O'Reilly and Donald Trump are sitting in driveway, doing a live interview being broadcast around world. Other people around but I don't see them. I'm super pissed. I keep yelling at them to shut the fuck up. Put a finger in my ears to try to block them out. Trump is blatantly lying to O'Reilly and O'Reilly knows it. Even he getting pissed. I change from screaming for them to shut up to screaming at O'Reilly to kick the asshole off the show. I don't care that both can actually hear me. Other people pissed, most at Trump and O'Reilly, but some Trumpster fires pissed at me. Now watching MLP. Spike's birthday? In treehouse library. Spike has a toy(?) phoenix. Winding tail feathers and letting go causes it to fly around room shooting fire behind it then back to Spike's hand. The more it's wound, the more fire and longer it goes. Lastly, Spike winds it a ridiculous amount, but just as he lets it go, Twilight says sorry Spike, too much at stake to let him burn down the library, and teleports the phoenix outside. I'm concerned because Twilight's voice was obviously not Tara Strong, but someone trying (badly) to sound like her. Turns out phoenix wasn't a toy, but actually "queen of phoenixes." She speaks and has voice of an old, scratchy voiced grandma. She still flies around and explodes like fireworks (but is fine). Show goes off. Different music than IRL, which bothers me. Then I wake up, feeling tense as shit.
2-19-2017 7:58am
Weird repeating half-lucid snippets. Dark Souls-y. On the way to fight some big enemy in a kind of hellscape area, but encountered a lesser enemy with chance to kill it there, rather than have to fight it at same time as boss. Looked humanoid but with reddish, burned-looking skin. It had ability to shapeshift into loved ones or into famous people to try to distract you or solicit help from other people. And it apparently had at least three identical siblings elsewhere. Another snippet. Entering an underground bridge or tunnel with train or minecart tracks. Encountered a girl, sometimes on roller skates, sometimes wielding a flamethrower or Ghostbuster proton pack. Sometimes just meeting her, sometimes fighting her. As I said these segments were repeating, kind of like the movie Groundhog Day. Another snippet. Riding a bus. Not sure if school bus or passenger bus. Had to transfer to a different bus. Guy I didn't like from IRL school was on bus sometimes, but didn't really do much. Had lots of stuff in and under seats? All snippets repeated a few times, felt connected in some way. Was aware of dreaming.
2-23-2017 7:30am
Two dreams, felt like one big one. First, some kind of super hero thing. I'm part of team. Something's going down. I have a space ship (basically Samus Aran's ship from the Metroid games) which I remotely control. In a classroom with a bunch of "villains" that we have to fight. I fight a tiny gorilla. Looks like Donkey Kong sprite, except purple. I'm hitting this thing with shoryukens and hadoukens, which is kind of overkill. I pick him up and take him to another of the "villains," which is a tiny space shuttle being dealt with by other team members. I put gorilla in cockpit and rip it up like paper. I go outside and tell my space ship to go wait on the far side of the moon to be out of sight.
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Second dream. I'm in a Sims-like game (or just playing it VR, maybe). Building tables by hand. Other people (players or NPCs, I'm not sure which) are there. A couple of them show up and sort of simultaneously tutor me and make fun of me for making tables from scratch when I could have just bought them whole, since it's a video game. (The fact that the whole thing is a game is known by everyone.) I leave the room I was in, which was connected to a large shopping mall or something. Girl with black hair and black clothes. At times, I'm looking for her in the crowd and either she's following me or looking for me. We get separated. I confuse someone else for her, because they have same hair style, even though other woman is blonde. In a different room, doing something. My "uncle" shows up and starts berating me for something or other. I want to leave, but he keeps grabbing me, shoving me. I snap and beat the shit out of him. Keep doing these weird jumping knees, hitting him in the face. Knock him the fuck out. I leave, trying not to draw attention. Cops show up. I avoid them at first, but they quickly find out I'm the one who beat up the other guy. One cop leads me to a table to sit. Asks me what's going on. As I'm telling this cop of how my "uncle" was an asshole and wouldn't leave me alone so I snapped and beat his ass, I couldn't stop musing about how "real" and "lifelike" this game was, because it never stopped being a Sims-like game I was in/playing.
2-27-2017 7:33am
In a game? Not sure. Working for a company. Bank? Me, guy, and girl. On a job. Going to get something or deliver something. Things go bad. We have guns, have to fight out. Back at work place. Foreclose on another shady business? Girl leaves. Car parked in bad neighborhood. Cold. In car. For some reason, she puts tongue on windshield. Gets stuck. Weird "tongue meter" shows up, gamelike. Fills with blood. Has to tear off part of tongue to free it from windshield. Backs car out of lot. Wants to go one way but goes another due to bad neighborhood. I leave, too. In my car. Decide to just spend the night in car. Other cars are double parked all around me so I can't leave anyway. I remember girl getting tongue stuck. Decide not to repeat that mistake. I'm naked, to go to bed in front seats, but worried someone might look in. Cold, so turn on engine for heat. Other stuff that I can kind of remember, but not well enough to relate here, which sucks.
3-26-2017 6:07am
Super fucked up dream. Family. Dad. Mom. Young son (around 5-8 years old). Maybe older sister (teenager)? At first, I am the dad, I think. I have made some sort of terrible deal with a big shot mob boss or some such. He is paying me to do some kind of job, though I don't know what it is because that aspect never comes up in the dream. Mob boss also gives us a house to live in. There is a black guy who is friends with me (the dad). "Later," I am the mom. Dad is in a tizzy. The mob boss is super pissed off. Associates of the mob boss are antsy of being involved with us, including the black guy. The reason is because the dad is not content with the house the mob boss has provided. He wants to move to a bigger farm, saying that this will allow him to start some kind of clinic or studio or something that he'd always wanted to do. I convince the mob boss to simply reduce what he's paying us to compensate for the bigger place he'd be paying for. This seems to placate everyone. "Later," finally, I am the young son. I am outside and everyone is snickering and talking shit about me behind my back and I don't understand why. I find the black guy, and he's heading for a small boat landing to board a small motorboat to get hell out of Dodge. He straight up hates me now and doesn't even want to talk. I ask why and he says it's because dad wanted too much, wasn't content with what mob boss gave him, and now shit is hitting the fan. He gets on the boat and leaves. I turn back toward the large office building of the mob boss. All the people are there, looking at me smugly, because they know we are finished. Here's what I (as actually me, the one having and observing the dream) know that the little boy (whose eyes I'm currently seeing through) does not, yet. Mom is dead, killed by mob boss. Dad is bloody and beaten, but has gained super powers somehow and is going on a revenge rampage in the office, looking for mob boss. Teenage sister is just somewhere in the crowd, oblivious to everything. She never plays a role in the dream, really. I (as the little boy) discover that I have telekinesis. Very weak at first. I start toward building. Crowd tries to stop me. I shove them apart with my power. They keep trying to stop me. My power starts growing rapidly. Soon, I'm twisting people into pretzels or launching them into the clouds or other horrific things. I make it inside the building. I very briefly see dad, his face bloody and basically skinless. He's mad (as in both angry and insane) and still looking for mob boss. Everyone in the building now has powers of some sort. I end up in a basement somehow, knowing I have to make it to the penthouse to help dad kill mob boss. I encounter a white guy and a black guy (different black guy). We have what is basically a JJBA stand battle, which ends when I rip skin from both their faces and meld that skin with the nose and mouth of the opposite guy. When they both realize that they can no longer breathe, that is around when I wake up, but as the abstract observer of the dream I knew it didn't matter, because the dad had already killed mob boss. Fucked up, like I said. To note, dad and mom were not my IRL mother and father (thank goodness). I want to say that they (and young son and sister) were being "played" by famous TV actors, appropriate to their roles, but who those actors are, I couldn't tell you now. At best, I can say that the dad sounded like Harry Anderson (-sen?) from Night Court, but looked like a middle aged, balding man with red hair and red bushy mustache. No idea who he was/is IRL, if anyone. Also, most of the outside scenes took place on the street that, IRL, connects between what used to be the Lassiter school building and the Scott school building.
4-7-2017 4:59am
Scary dream. At Ma's house. We learn that criminals are going to be coming
5-2-2017 7:35am
Can't go back to sleep at the moment so might as well write about the dream. In a classroom (again). Working on school work. Writing a play(?) Buffy-related. As I write, I'm writing "in 3D," I'm "commanding" people to do things as I write, sort of, but not really. Hard to explain. What I write doesn't necessarily happen, but it's more than just stage directions. Drawing lines to where people are (or where I want them to be), and they're there. Later. In a large, wide hallway. Actually doing a play now. Giles from Buffy is there. Fake fighting. A guy (or girl?) has a bent metal baseball bat. I pretend to attack them, but really hit their bat with mine, straightening it out. I go to grab play script, which has flown up against the far wall of the weirdly down-sloping hallway. Other play directors have an urn or glass jar. They think script is supposed to be in the jar, but I tell them not necessarily, at least not all the time. Most of the cast leaves, on break. One girl stays behind. I'm not sure if she is Diane from El Goonish Shive or if she's just portraying her. Doesn't much matter, either way, so she might as well have been her. She's upset because she hasn't had anything to do yet. Large cast, but mostly just standing around, not actually doing anything. I show her the script, which shows that Diane specifically has an important role coming up, which seems to satisfy her. Sitting next to a guy on a rail overlooking an interior courtyard on the floor below. Magic cat there, with red, white, blue fur. I lightly pet the cat, it purrs, which makes it, me, and other guy glow red, white, blue. Weird. Diane comments that the cat must like it, asks me to give her a massage. I tell her massages aren't the same as rubbing a cat. She says try anyway. I start rubbing her shoulders and running my fingers up and down her spine. I tell her I'm doing to her what I wish someone would do to me, as I'm feeling rather a lot of tension in my back and shoulders. In fact, I think that might have been what woke me up, as my back was hurting a bit IRL when I woke, and is part of why I can't go back to sleep, maybe. Weird dream, anyway.
5-5-2017, 8:05am
Ninjas. Leveling up. Rival battles. Rather video gamey. Annoying. Searching for batteries. Pastries. Something about riding on a large submarine with a class full of children. I was a teacher? (Before I was a ninja, at least.) The main theme/vibe/feeling of the dream overall was frustration and annoyance. May be related to or a symptom of my waking up with really strong/bad indigestion or acid reflux or heartburn or whatever you want to call it, along with serious burps. Suck.
5-6-2017, 8:52am
Overslept. Dammit. Dreams. Two, related. In first, I was a woman, anthro cat. Brown fur, orange-brown hair. On a quest or something. Sadly and annoyingly, I don't recall any of the "plot" details now, though I know it was pretty involved. Second dream (or second part of first dream), I was some kind of humanoid monster spider, bloody red as if no skin. In a spooky, haunted house, except I am the spook. Monster hunters there I think, and I trying to avoid them, and take them out one-by-one. Can't recall.
7-4-2017, 5:52am
Dark, nighttime. Started here, in my room in my bed. I get up and look out window behind computer (comp isn't there, desk isn't there, towel over window isn't there). Ma is outside. She has a flashlight but it is very dim as if battery almost dead. I grab a flashlight, shine it through window, but it doesn't help much. She's trying to tell me something but I can hardly hear. Something on the ground at her feet, but too dark to see. I suddenly know it's very dangerous outside. Wolves. I grab my survival knife. I look into Ma's bedroom. Ma is somehow also in there. She has a flashlight, shining it at me, asking me what's going on. I say can't talk now because you (Ma) are outside. She says I'm not outside. I ignore her and head for the kitchen door. The me that is watching all of this wonders why the me that is there in the dream doesn't grab a gun. The me in the dream runs out the door and down the steps. I don't see anything at first as I stand near Ma, but there is a weird light in the distance, almost like faint predawn sun, but not the same. Especially weird since that direction, IRL, is west not east, so "predawn sun" wouldn't be coming from that way. I see a vague wolf like shape. I actually charge toward it like an idiot. Strange booming sounds almost like thunder or gunshots or distant train wrecks, intermittent but frequent. I now see not wolves but three or four small dogs, like beagles or terriers or whatever, but I know they are as deadly as wolves. They run in at me, snarling and snapping. I stab at them but they dart away for another pass. Ma's yelling. I'm on the ground and yell at them to leave her alone. Another one runs at me from her direction, which is the direction of the house so it is backlit by light coming from windows in the house. I do a weird, breakdancey, double legged spin kick at it, but it darts to the side. That's when I wake up, feeling tense and enraged and briefly wanting to get up and run check on Ma. After I got a grip, I thought of this notebook instead. I still might go check on Ma now, even so. What shitty piece of shit fucking shit dream. I hate nightmares that involve Ma like that. Fuck the shit out of that hell.
8-17-2017 3:35am
Layers on layers. Innermost(?) was a group of girls. Magical girls? In a room. On a train? Moving from room/car to room/car. I'm one of them? Wearing only a long blanket that drags floor. Music plays as walking along floor, different for each person. Next layer. This is actually a prison/prison transport. Sound is ID for each prisoner. Next layer. There was a nuclear war. We're meant to go out and clean areas of the world. Next layer. No actually, it's all a Matrix-like computer simulation we're in. We're training in the sim to do that, physical bodies in the real world. Next layer. Actually, no, we have no bodies. We're just computer code. At some point, there's a guy in a building, top floor (not a train anymore, I guess). He's barricaded inside, placed traps at all the windows and entrances. I'm supposed to go in from the roof and take him out. I wake up before I get that far.
1-20-2018 3:55am
Delah. (Means many in "Dark Tower" speak.) Those were my dreams. In rough order of when they happened... I thought I was never going to go to sleep, and this belief apparently persisted even after I did go to sleep and started dreaming, at least for a while. Okay, the dreams themselves. Hesitant to write about some of these but hell widdit. I was having sex with [name redacted (not the same person as from the 2-2-17 entry)]. I don't mean typical dream "trying to, but getting interrupted," I mean actual, bona fide sex. Came multiple times (in the dream anyway, not IRL, thankfully). She did too. It was very nice. We were in what looked like, at first, a museum. Then I was outside. [Name redacted] was gone (and didn't return). Now look like a medieval war camp. I was walking with a dude. Friend. Both of us great warriors. He was behind me. I said something like "If you're going to betray me and attack me, you need to be more stealthy than that." He attacked, we fought for a while, I killed him. Back inside. In living room of Ma's old house. Night. Decades ago. Pa alive, in his chair. I'm in floor between coffee table and TV area. No clutter. [Name redacted, yet another different person] is there. Some other guy is there. I knew who it was in dream and I know it was someone I knew IRL but I can't recall who it was now. We're roughhousing. Somewhat frisky. In a different location. Outside. Exploring. Strange mechanical door leads to important treasure, but don't get it. Go into a room. Actually, I think this was before the "sex with [name redacted #1 (of this entry)]" bit, because this was that room. Something about a cat? Later (after sex scene?) I'm in the room. Looks more like a weird storage room, but one I'm living in? Shelves everywhere lots of clutter. I lay down to go to sleep (can't go to sleep, even in dream). One of the shelves starts to fall, but I catch it with my feet and push it upright. But stuff (boxes of food, bags of potato chips, cans, stuff like that) starts to fall off. Chain reaction, shit falls to the floor all over the room. I'm pissed, say I'm done, I'm going home. I'm afraid noise has awakened Pa because he was outside, coming to check on me. I go outside. The room I was in was in the same location as the IRL location of the little decrepit barn I used to call first "Bugbusters" and then "The Club" (again IRL), which was between Ma's old house and the feed barn. However in the dream, this area, while it still looked kind of the same, is also different, sparsely populated with old, ancient ruins, structures, mostly stone columns. Anyway, it had been daylight in the previous room, coming in through windows, but now night time, or at least dusk. I thought I was going out to meet Pa, but it was Ma, not Pa. She shoved a weird creature at me, said it had hurt her. It was a weird mix of cute, creepy as fuck and (perhaps literal) nightmare fuel. It looked like a large sphere with arms and legs that were just a single straight limb. Think Nintendo's Kirby, sort of. No eyes or mouth. Ridged like a pumpkin. Had a small bulge on top that I thought of as a sort of head. It was a light green, white-ish green. Its skin felt like mucous or snot or Nickelodeon Gak, or at least looked/felt like it was covered in this shit. The thing was bumbling and stumbling around and I almost felt sorry for it, but Ma said again that it had hurt her. Apparently it could thrust porcupine-like spines out through its skin. So I said "Let me try this," put my hand on it just behind it "head" and ran it "head" first into one of the stone columns. It popped like a balloon. Disgusting. That's when I woke up, though I lay there and kind of "relived" the dreams for several minutes before finally deciding to get up and write them in this. I didn't even go to bed until after 1:00am, read until a bit after 2:00am. Took an ibuprofen (and only an ibuprofen) just before I got in bed to read until after 2:00am. So, between 2:00am and almost 4:00am, I had all those dreams. Current time is 4:35am, [eldest sister, with whom I live as of the time of this entry] is up getting ready to leave for work (I assume), this is not my normal goddamn journal, and I'm turning light back off and going back to sleep.
1-20-2018 8:07am
More dreams. First is a "joke" I was going to tell on Twitter (in the dream) but never got around. Joke: "If you hate someone, send them a picture of a sniper rifle with an attached message of 'You are dead in 5... 4... 3... 2...'" And... that's it. That was the "joke." Less a joke and more a goddamn death threat. Later I was walking around on a school campus with a guy named [name redacted] who I went to Digipen with IRL. I was looking for my car (some orange General Lee looking thing in the dream) but it wasn't where I thought I left it. At some point, someone secretly handed me a huge, fuck-off revolver that had to weigh like 10-20 pounds or some shit. I was walking around with this thing wrapped in a jacket to keep it hidden, trying to make it to my car that I couldn't find. At one point, a black dude I knew named [name redacted yet again, and not the same guy as previous redacted] (I knew IRL) came up and tried to start some shit, wanting to know what was I hiding. Instead of killing this mfer (who I never had any problems with IRL, that I recall) I just told him I was carrying a big fuck off gun and he needed to step the hell off. Later, [name redacted #1] again. I asked him about Steve Blackman from the WWF (now WWE). He said his dad had always thought Blackman was a phony, and had recorded the sound of a dumpster full of rocks being thrown down a cliff and then edited that into old footage of Blackman every time he kicked someone. Yeah, I don't get it either. Any of it.
8-30-2018 8:10am
Just woke from a super fucked up dream. Well the super fucked one was the
