Note: Both normal dreams.
I find myself working in the back of a Taco Bell or something in my home town. The back looks more like a muffler shop than a fast food joint, though. I cannot remember what happened here, but there was some sort of strife with my boss.
Afterwards I drive off in what looks like a 1980s Cutlass. Its not in great shape. I drive a ways through town until I arrive at a modular home that apparently belongs to my old friend, Tim.
I find myself inside the house holding a conversation with Tim's father (he is deceased now, so this would make my first ND experience talking with people I know have passed on). Unfortunately, I cannot remember what the subject was.
I step outside to return to my car, and find that Tim's two older brothers have stripped the panels off of my doors. They think it is awfully funny, but I am upset because the car is no longer road worthy. I begin to yell at the two to start putting it back together, and the two throw the parts inside the car and run inside the house.
I continue to yell at the house, and after a few minutes I hear one of the brothers yell back "Hold on a second!". I am not amused and begin yelling louder. Again I hear "Dude, I said hold on!", I yell "No, I mean NOW!!". The brother replies "I'm on the freakin' toilet.", and all I can say is "Uh, yeah, OK then..."
JUMP
I am in a distorted version of my high school cafeteria (HELLO!! BIG DREAM SIGN!), and I see my good friend Rudy walk by. I yell out to him, and he turns around and recognizes me. Not having seen each other in so long, we have a good embrace, and chum it up for a second. Another old acquaintance, Justin, is there and we have a few words as well. I ask where the bathroom is at, and Justin tells me it is downstairs.
I make my way down the stairs to the basement floor. This seems to be the gym/locker room area, although it has been thoroughly modernized since I last saw it.
I now notice that I am carrying five or six baseball bats on top of having to use the bathroom. I'm not carrying them under one arm or in any normal manner; I'm carrying them sticking out of pockets, and any number of ways that make it very difficult to walk without dropping them.
I make my way down the hall towards a service desk of sorts, and see the bathroom doors just ahead. To my dismay, the bathrooms have a sign that says "For Subscribers Only".
I turn around and see a door back the way I came that says "Guest Bathroom", and waddle towards it. As soon as I reach to open the door, it swings open as a man comes out. Great... A freshly used public toilet...
I close the door (there are actually two doors to the bathroom now, right next to each other), and lock it. I lift the toilet seat cover and see that it is filthy. Not just dirty, but all scuffed up so you can't even wipe the filth completely out of the abrasions.
True to my nature, I attempt the toilet straddle to avoid making any contact.
AWAKENING
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Friday, February 9, 2007
Snakes, Tornados and Video Games
Note: Long normal dream. The second part seems connected to the first, as if it is happening in the same area.
I am standing at the edge of an open field next to a familiar road in the town I grew up in. My Uncles electric motor shop would normally be across the street, but i do not take notice in this dream.
I am with about three other people, one man and two women as far as i can remember. There is a large shrub, or boulder, or egg sack or something in front of us (I can't remember what it looked like, just that it was nearly round). Stands about five feet tall.
Suddenly green snakes of all sizes begin pouring out of the formation. I don't remember the snakes being particularly aggressive, but it was quite startling regardless.
At this point someone suggests we do something with the snakes (I don't remember what, exactly), and I blurt out "Uh, I'm gonna have to say, HELL no...". I don't exactly have a phobia of snakes. I can stand to be around them, but I can think of a thousand things I'd rather do than touch them.
Anyhow, some sort of conversation takes place while everyone participates in whatever it is I refused to do. I tip toe around the grass, trying to avoid the snakes.
As I watch one of them, I see little flaps (much like the ears of a frog) split open just behind the head, and long, jointed appendages stretch out. The appendages begin to whirl in small circles; faster and faster until the snake actually lifts off of the ground. This freaks me the hell out. Snakes are one thing, but flying snakes are hugely more frightening. I begin to panic until I realize that they are all flying off across the open field to the West. I mention to one of the individuals around me that giving snakes wings kind of classifies them as dragons, as far as i can tell.
As I watch them fly off into the distance, the sky catches my eye. It is very dark, and I can see an even darker formation taking shape vertically. It takes me a second, but I soon realize that I am looking at a huge tornado, and lo and behold, its headed right in my direction.
I look around for a structure suitable to take cover in. I see a brick building about 1000 feet away, but it's in the direction of the tornado. I decide to risk it anyhow, and begin running towards the building. The running is classic slow-mo, can't move as fast as I need to, dream style. I manage to make the building though, just as the wind picks up.
One of the people with me, who I now identify as my good friend, Matt, yells "I am going to go stay in my truck!". I advise against it, but he is too worried about his truck, and runs off anyway.
The door to the building is too far away to make it in time, but I see a stone fence of sorts surrounding what looks like some kind of power station. The fence has a stone gate as well, and I duck inside with another unidentifiable individual. We hold the gate shut as the winds pick up drastically, only opening it long enough to let another individual squeeze in at the last minute.
The ground shakes, and the winds are deafening. Debris streams through the air all around us. The tornado is passing directly over the building. After about 30 seconds, everything calms, and I can see yellow sunlight peeking through the clouds above. I am tempted to leave the cover, but know that this must only be the eye of the tornado. Just as I assumed, the winds pick up again shortly after, and last for another 30 seconds.
Once the tornado has passed we leave the shelter to survey the area. To the North, I can see two more funnels forming quickly. This time there is a chance to run for the doors. I realize that this is a weather tracking station, so it should be optimal for protection during this sort of thing.
I duck inside the doors, and into a lobby. The North wall is filled with tall windows. I can see the tornados coming, and briefly wonder how we could be safe with a long wall of windows between us and the storm. I think the windows must be double paned (as if that makes any difference) and dismiss the subject.
I realize that I am now accompanied by my son's boy scout pack, and a couple other older people lounging around the lobby. One of the older men has a snack table set up, and one of the children is asking him if he can have something. The man explains that he can have something if he is willing to trade for it.
After a few minutes I notice the child sneak under the table and grab a pack of cookies when the man isn't looking. I chastise the boy, and ask him if he remembers what the man had said. He gives the older man a candy bar wrapped in pink foil, and everyone seems satisfied.
I decide to walk through some swinging doors into the weather watcher's office.
JUMP
I find myself playing a hand held game. The player character is a chibi sized girl in a pink frilly dress. The game plays like a bubble bobble style platformer. I have to make my way down the level, which consists of candy cane, and cloud like horizontal platforms. I collect items worth points, and avoid bubbles full of lightning bolts while I jump and fall through the level. It is fun, and I am doing rather well. I am nearly at the bottom of the level when...
AWAKENING
I am standing at the edge of an open field next to a familiar road in the town I grew up in. My Uncles electric motor shop would normally be across the street, but i do not take notice in this dream.
I am with about three other people, one man and two women as far as i can remember. There is a large shrub, or boulder, or egg sack or something in front of us (I can't remember what it looked like, just that it was nearly round). Stands about five feet tall.
Suddenly green snakes of all sizes begin pouring out of the formation. I don't remember the snakes being particularly aggressive, but it was quite startling regardless.
At this point someone suggests we do something with the snakes (I don't remember what, exactly), and I blurt out "Uh, I'm gonna have to say, HELL no...". I don't exactly have a phobia of snakes. I can stand to be around them, but I can think of a thousand things I'd rather do than touch them.
Anyhow, some sort of conversation takes place while everyone participates in whatever it is I refused to do. I tip toe around the grass, trying to avoid the snakes.
As I watch one of them, I see little flaps (much like the ears of a frog) split open just behind the head, and long, jointed appendages stretch out. The appendages begin to whirl in small circles; faster and faster until the snake actually lifts off of the ground. This freaks me the hell out. Snakes are one thing, but flying snakes are hugely more frightening. I begin to panic until I realize that they are all flying off across the open field to the West. I mention to one of the individuals around me that giving snakes wings kind of classifies them as dragons, as far as i can tell.
As I watch them fly off into the distance, the sky catches my eye. It is very dark, and I can see an even darker formation taking shape vertically. It takes me a second, but I soon realize that I am looking at a huge tornado, and lo and behold, its headed right in my direction.
I look around for a structure suitable to take cover in. I see a brick building about 1000 feet away, but it's in the direction of the tornado. I decide to risk it anyhow, and begin running towards the building. The running is classic slow-mo, can't move as fast as I need to, dream style. I manage to make the building though, just as the wind picks up.
One of the people with me, who I now identify as my good friend, Matt, yells "I am going to go stay in my truck!". I advise against it, but he is too worried about his truck, and runs off anyway.
The door to the building is too far away to make it in time, but I see a stone fence of sorts surrounding what looks like some kind of power station. The fence has a stone gate as well, and I duck inside with another unidentifiable individual. We hold the gate shut as the winds pick up drastically, only opening it long enough to let another individual squeeze in at the last minute.
The ground shakes, and the winds are deafening. Debris streams through the air all around us. The tornado is passing directly over the building. After about 30 seconds, everything calms, and I can see yellow sunlight peeking through the clouds above. I am tempted to leave the cover, but know that this must only be the eye of the tornado. Just as I assumed, the winds pick up again shortly after, and last for another 30 seconds.
Once the tornado has passed we leave the shelter to survey the area. To the North, I can see two more funnels forming quickly. This time there is a chance to run for the doors. I realize that this is a weather tracking station, so it should be optimal for protection during this sort of thing.
I duck inside the doors, and into a lobby. The North wall is filled with tall windows. I can see the tornados coming, and briefly wonder how we could be safe with a long wall of windows between us and the storm. I think the windows must be double paned (as if that makes any difference) and dismiss the subject.
I realize that I am now accompanied by my son's boy scout pack, and a couple other older people lounging around the lobby. One of the older men has a snack table set up, and one of the children is asking him if he can have something. The man explains that he can have something if he is willing to trade for it.
After a few minutes I notice the child sneak under the table and grab a pack of cookies when the man isn't looking. I chastise the boy, and ask him if he remembers what the man had said. He gives the older man a candy bar wrapped in pink foil, and everyone seems satisfied.
I decide to walk through some swinging doors into the weather watcher's office.
JUMP
I find myself playing a hand held game. The player character is a chibi sized girl in a pink frilly dress. The game plays like a bubble bobble style platformer. I have to make my way down the level, which consists of candy cane, and cloud like horizontal platforms. I collect items worth points, and avoid bubbles full of lightning bolts while I jump and fall through the level. It is fun, and I am doing rather well. I am nearly at the bottom of the level when...
AWAKENING
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Guns and Golems
I find myself in a cave system, looking into an antechamber filled with large boulders. There is a ring of boulders around wall of the chamber that stand about 10 feet tall.
I have a feeling that there is some sort of secret passage out of this room, but I know that I have tried everything to find it in the past. I contemplate what type of skill would help me to find the secret entrance, and consider using Libra (another FFXII influence). A small trail between two of the boulders catches my eye.
As soon as I enter the room, I see flying creatures that look like giant grass hoppers careening towards me from out of the darkness above. I begin firing off what is either a bow or a gun at them, and they fall easily.
I make my way along the pathway between the boulders, and the cave opens up onto a beach scene (hello! another missed dream sign). Just outside of the cave are a couple of rundown huts, with debris scattered about. Somewhere around them I find an odd gun. I look down the shoreline and take in the blue water and palm trees.
Suddenly I notice a giant gray stone golem slowly marching towards me about half a mile down the shoreline where the water meets the shore. The golem is humongous, and must stand around 100 feet tall. It is obvious that it must be coming for me.
I fire off a volley of rounds with my newfound gun. All of the rounds arc and fall short of their target. The gun just doesn't have enough range. I begin to panic, but realize that there is another mode to try.
This time I hold the trigger down, and the gun charges. As i release the trigger, a brilliant stream of white hot flame and energy jumps forth, and extends off into the distance. As the beam reaches it' s maximum length, I see a cache of round black bombs fall from the air where it stopped. As they strike the ground, carnage ensues; everything around them is torn asunder.
Unfortunately, the beam fell short of the monstrosity, so i adjust the angle and try again. This time the beam ends just prior to actually striking the creature, and the bomblets fall at it's massive feet. The explosion is deafening, and I watch as the golem breaks apart and tumbles to the ground.
JUMP
I am sitting on an old wooden dock along the shore, and browsing through a catalog of sorts. The catalog seems to be interactive, and is laid out much like the gambit system in FFXII (yeah, it's getting a little old). I am trying to decide between what looks like a long and short version of a machete. As I try to decide, I cycle back and forth between the two and weight the pros and cons of each. In hindsight, I assume this was another influence from Final Fantasy, as I probably gained some rewards from defeating the grass hoppers and the golem, and was just trying to figure out where to spend them.
AWAKENING
I have a feeling that there is some sort of secret passage out of this room, but I know that I have tried everything to find it in the past. I contemplate what type of skill would help me to find the secret entrance, and consider using Libra (another FFXII influence). A small trail between two of the boulders catches my eye.
As soon as I enter the room, I see flying creatures that look like giant grass hoppers careening towards me from out of the darkness above. I begin firing off what is either a bow or a gun at them, and they fall easily.
I make my way along the pathway between the boulders, and the cave opens up onto a beach scene (hello! another missed dream sign). Just outside of the cave are a couple of rundown huts, with debris scattered about. Somewhere around them I find an odd gun. I look down the shoreline and take in the blue water and palm trees.
Suddenly I notice a giant gray stone golem slowly marching towards me about half a mile down the shoreline where the water meets the shore. The golem is humongous, and must stand around 100 feet tall. It is obvious that it must be coming for me.
I fire off a volley of rounds with my newfound gun. All of the rounds arc and fall short of their target. The gun just doesn't have enough range. I begin to panic, but realize that there is another mode to try.
This time I hold the trigger down, and the gun charges. As i release the trigger, a brilliant stream of white hot flame and energy jumps forth, and extends off into the distance. As the beam reaches it' s maximum length, I see a cache of round black bombs fall from the air where it stopped. As they strike the ground, carnage ensues; everything around them is torn asunder.
Unfortunately, the beam fell short of the monstrosity, so i adjust the angle and try again. This time the beam ends just prior to actually striking the creature, and the bomblets fall at it's massive feet. The explosion is deafening, and I watch as the golem breaks apart and tumbles to the ground.
JUMP
I am sitting on an old wooden dock along the shore, and browsing through a catalog of sorts. The catalog seems to be interactive, and is laid out much like the gambit system in FFXII (yeah, it's getting a little old). I am trying to decide between what looks like a long and short version of a machete. As I try to decide, I cycle back and forth between the two and weight the pros and cons of each. In hindsight, I assume this was another influence from Final Fantasy, as I probably gained some rewards from defeating the grass hoppers and the golem, and was just trying to figure out where to spend them.
AWAKENING
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
A Bazaar, Fancy Armor & an Awkward Moment
Sorry for the window without any entries. My wife and I were having a baby! We had a little boy (or not so little really, he weighed over eight pounds). My mother in law came to town as well, so there wasn't a lot of room for this dream journal. I haven't had a lot of sleep lately either (imagine that), so dreams have been few and far between. Hopefully I can get back on track now; at least to some extent.
Anyway - On with the dream!
Note: Normal dream.
I am wandering though an indoor bazaar of sorts. The atmosphere is relaxed, and the lighting is low. It looks like things might be illuminated by firelight. This dream is very long, but I have lost large parts already. There are events before the bazaar, but I can't remember what.
I approach a very large black iron birdcage (the type with the rounded top). The cage must stand around eight feet tall. The lower half is filled with burning embers, laced in red/orange, white and charcoal black. There is some sort of scoreboard looking monitor just above the embers (I don't know what it is keeping track of). The door to the cage is open, and I see an old friend, Greg, sitting cross-legged on a platform where a swinging perch would normally be. There is also a woman (an attendant maybe) standing beside the cage. I know her, but I can't remember who it is.
I hold a conversation with Greg, but cannot remember what it was about. Something catches my eyes within the hot embers. I point it out, and Greg's attendant wraps her hand in a cloth and reaches in to pull it out. A long two handed sword emerges from the coals.
Greg is angry (apparently he has been looking for it). I turn to the attendant while he rants and say "Well, at least it's clean.", meaning sterile, since it had been heated to such a temperature. She agrees, and glances nervously at Greg out of the corner of her eye.
There is a large gap here, but I remember Greg issuing an order out of anger, and more happenings within the bazaar.
JUMP
I am walking down a wide stone hallway with a huge cathedral ceiling riddled with colorful stained glass and ironwork. Greg is walking slightly ahead of me, wearing the long robes of royalty. He is talking about changing into the ceremonial armor, and some sort of ritual that is about to take place. I know that the ritual is a result of him being wronged, and assume it has to do with the sword from earlier.
I crane my neck to peek inside one of the rooms off the left side of the hallway. I see about 10 people in fanciful suits or armor laid out on stone slabs. They all seem to be people I recognize. I know they are all alive, but the way they have positioned themselves reminds me of the sculptures affixed to the top of stone caskets in roman crypts. I know that they are waiting for a mass suicide sort of ritual. I realize that this must be what Greg has in mind for himself and all of his loyal followers.
The hallway opens up into a throne room. I glance over to the throne and see a very intricately carved and decorated extension to the back of the chair lowering in two pieces and then folding out to surround the throne. It is very impressive, and resembles the styling that the Final Fantasy series has used in recent years when designing the wings and adornments of Bahamut and similar dragon type creatures (This may be influenced by the fact that I spent about an hour and a half battling the Hell Dragon in FFXII yesterday only to have my entire party stopped minutes away from his death, and killed. I'm a little sour).
I turn to the left and walk towards Greg's chambers. I see him strapping on his own armor. The armor has a dark burgundy lacquer, and is laced with veins of gold. My eyes run over the rounded shoulder pauldrons, and follow the maze of intricate designs. I say "That is the coolest freaking armor I have ever seen!"
JUMP
I am in a room in my Grandfather's house (this should be a dream sign for me by now). While it is a room from my Grandpa's house, I know it is still part of Greg's castle. I am expected to change into my own armor here, to prepare for the ritual.
There is a woman who is trying to help me. I remember her telling me to change into something else so that I can escape the castle and make my way to another town.
On the bed I find a pair of purple dragon wings that look like they belong to a Halloween costume. For some reason I think that I have to put these on in order to escape, but they are too small. I begin cutting additional holes for my arms to fit through.
Before I slip the wings on, I pull a foam muscle suit over my head (I have no idea where this came from). I put the wings on next, which seem to be attached to a small purple net shirt (so small that it wears like a belly shirt or something). Now I pull on a pair of yellow rubber kitchen gloves. Ok, take a second now to imagine what this all must look like.
I see motion outside the door, and there is a small girl standing there. She looks bewildered, and asks me why I am wearing all of her stuff. I don't know what to say. Apparently all of these items belong to her, and she just walked in to find a strange man in her bedroom wearing her clothes. I know how this must look, and immediately begin disrobing as fast as i can. I am terrified that someone will see me like this.
I hear another person approaching the room, and I fear that it might be the girls parents. Just as I flail out of the last item of the girls clothing, the door swings open. There I am, standing in my underwear in a little girls room with her clothes sprawled out over the floor, when her parents walk in. I am in that "Oh my God, I know how this looks and there is nothing I can possibly say that will explain it away" drop jawed moron mode. How could this possibly happen to me.
Then the shock fades and to my relief the person at the door is the same woman who is trying to help me escape; not the little girls parents. What a load off. She wonders what the heck I was doing, and then explains what I need to do now.
AWAKENING
Anyway - On with the dream!
Note: Normal dream.
I am wandering though an indoor bazaar of sorts. The atmosphere is relaxed, and the lighting is low. It looks like things might be illuminated by firelight. This dream is very long, but I have lost large parts already. There are events before the bazaar, but I can't remember what.
I approach a very large black iron birdcage (the type with the rounded top). The cage must stand around eight feet tall. The lower half is filled with burning embers, laced in red/orange, white and charcoal black. There is some sort of scoreboard looking monitor just above the embers (I don't know what it is keeping track of). The door to the cage is open, and I see an old friend, Greg, sitting cross-legged on a platform where a swinging perch would normally be. There is also a woman (an attendant maybe) standing beside the cage. I know her, but I can't remember who it is.
I hold a conversation with Greg, but cannot remember what it was about. Something catches my eyes within the hot embers. I point it out, and Greg's attendant wraps her hand in a cloth and reaches in to pull it out. A long two handed sword emerges from the coals.
Greg is angry (apparently he has been looking for it). I turn to the attendant while he rants and say "Well, at least it's clean.", meaning sterile, since it had been heated to such a temperature. She agrees, and glances nervously at Greg out of the corner of her eye.
There is a large gap here, but I remember Greg issuing an order out of anger, and more happenings within the bazaar.
JUMP
I am walking down a wide stone hallway with a huge cathedral ceiling riddled with colorful stained glass and ironwork. Greg is walking slightly ahead of me, wearing the long robes of royalty. He is talking about changing into the ceremonial armor, and some sort of ritual that is about to take place. I know that the ritual is a result of him being wronged, and assume it has to do with the sword from earlier.
I crane my neck to peek inside one of the rooms off the left side of the hallway. I see about 10 people in fanciful suits or armor laid out on stone slabs. They all seem to be people I recognize. I know they are all alive, but the way they have positioned themselves reminds me of the sculptures affixed to the top of stone caskets in roman crypts. I know that they are waiting for a mass suicide sort of ritual. I realize that this must be what Greg has in mind for himself and all of his loyal followers.
The hallway opens up into a throne room. I glance over to the throne and see a very intricately carved and decorated extension to the back of the chair lowering in two pieces and then folding out to surround the throne. It is very impressive, and resembles the styling that the Final Fantasy series has used in recent years when designing the wings and adornments of Bahamut and similar dragon type creatures (This may be influenced by the fact that I spent about an hour and a half battling the Hell Dragon in FFXII yesterday only to have my entire party stopped minutes away from his death, and killed. I'm a little sour).
I turn to the left and walk towards Greg's chambers. I see him strapping on his own armor. The armor has a dark burgundy lacquer, and is laced with veins of gold. My eyes run over the rounded shoulder pauldrons, and follow the maze of intricate designs. I say "That is the coolest freaking armor I have ever seen!"
JUMP
I am in a room in my Grandfather's house (this should be a dream sign for me by now). While it is a room from my Grandpa's house, I know it is still part of Greg's castle. I am expected to change into my own armor here, to prepare for the ritual.
There is a woman who is trying to help me. I remember her telling me to change into something else so that I can escape the castle and make my way to another town.
On the bed I find a pair of purple dragon wings that look like they belong to a Halloween costume. For some reason I think that I have to put these on in order to escape, but they are too small. I begin cutting additional holes for my arms to fit through.
Before I slip the wings on, I pull a foam muscle suit over my head (I have no idea where this came from). I put the wings on next, which seem to be attached to a small purple net shirt (so small that it wears like a belly shirt or something). Now I pull on a pair of yellow rubber kitchen gloves. Ok, take a second now to imagine what this all must look like.
I see motion outside the door, and there is a small girl standing there. She looks bewildered, and asks me why I am wearing all of her stuff. I don't know what to say. Apparently all of these items belong to her, and she just walked in to find a strange man in her bedroom wearing her clothes. I know how this must look, and immediately begin disrobing as fast as i can. I am terrified that someone will see me like this.
I hear another person approaching the room, and I fear that it might be the girls parents. Just as I flail out of the last item of the girls clothing, the door swings open. There I am, standing in my underwear in a little girls room with her clothes sprawled out over the floor, when her parents walk in. I am in that "Oh my God, I know how this looks and there is nothing I can possibly say that will explain it away" drop jawed moron mode. How could this possibly happen to me.
Then the shock fades and to my relief the person at the door is the same woman who is trying to help me escape; not the little girls parents. What a load off. She wonders what the heck I was doing, and then explains what I need to do now.
AWAKENING
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Strange Medicine
Note: Normal dream fragment.
My wife is driving, and I am a passenger in what seems to be a station wagon of some sort. My son is lying down in the trunk (the trunk starts immediately behind the front seats in this case).
I am in the back, and I have to give my son an injection of some sort. I have to insert a needle into his neck that is connected to a long tube. I must have been having some reluctance in doing it right, so the next thing I know, my wife is also helping (don't ask me who was driving the car). My job is to hold a sort of cup with padding on one end around the needle, while my wife squirts a huge syringe full of air into the open end of the cup. As she does this the level of fluid (looks clear like saline or something) within the cup slowly goes down, as I assume, it is pushed into his bloodstream.
The physics of this are really off, and for a moment it seems strange to me. I think I was on the verge of becoming lucid. I let off of the cup as I was distracted trying to figure out why things didn't seem right, and the fluid began to spill out. My wife is annoyed and admonishes me. She gives me "that" look.
I then have to pluck the needle out of his neck. It was an unpleasant experience.
JUMP
My son screams in fear from the back of the car. My wife reassures him that he doesn't have to worry any more. I don't think that his fear had anything to do with the treatment that we just gave him. I seem to remember that we are on the run from something, but all of the dream before the last fragment is lost to me now.
JUMP
I am back in the passenger seat. My wife tears off across an open field. I am like "what the heck are you doing?" She tells me this way is much shorter. I remain quiet to avoid an argument. I try to remember where it is we are, and where we are going in such a hurry, but I can't seem to find an answer.
AWAKENING
My wife is driving, and I am a passenger in what seems to be a station wagon of some sort. My son is lying down in the trunk (the trunk starts immediately behind the front seats in this case).
I am in the back, and I have to give my son an injection of some sort. I have to insert a needle into his neck that is connected to a long tube. I must have been having some reluctance in doing it right, so the next thing I know, my wife is also helping (don't ask me who was driving the car). My job is to hold a sort of cup with padding on one end around the needle, while my wife squirts a huge syringe full of air into the open end of the cup. As she does this the level of fluid (looks clear like saline or something) within the cup slowly goes down, as I assume, it is pushed into his bloodstream.
The physics of this are really off, and for a moment it seems strange to me. I think I was on the verge of becoming lucid. I let off of the cup as I was distracted trying to figure out why things didn't seem right, and the fluid began to spill out. My wife is annoyed and admonishes me. She gives me "that" look.
I then have to pluck the needle out of his neck. It was an unpleasant experience.
JUMP
My son screams in fear from the back of the car. My wife reassures him that he doesn't have to worry any more. I don't think that his fear had anything to do with the treatment that we just gave him. I seem to remember that we are on the run from something, but all of the dream before the last fragment is lost to me now.
JUMP
I am back in the passenger seat. My wife tears off across an open field. I am like "what the heck are you doing?" She tells me this way is much shorter. I remain quiet to avoid an argument. I try to remember where it is we are, and where we are going in such a hurry, but I can't seem to find an answer.
AWAKENING
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Key Thief
Note: This is a fragmented normal dream.
I remember sneaking into my cousin's childhood home (this is my second dream there). The house belongs to my boss in this dream. I make my way to the room where my cousin's parents used to sleep. I am looking for something, but I cannot remember what.
I hear noises from another room in the house, and they sound like they are getting closer. I assume that my boss has returned home, even though he is supposed to be on vacation.
I kick into a frenzy to get out of the house, and quickly grab a huge buch of keys that are laying on the bedspread (apparently this is what I came for). I run for the door as the noises come closer. As I slowly try to close the front door without making a sound, I imagine him entering the back door of the house, and just narrowly escaping.
As I walk in front of a picture window I glance inside the house again, and see that there is a group of my friends in the kitchen (including Trey, who I haven't seen in years). I realize that they must have broken in too, and that the noises I heard must have been them.
I enter the kitchen and talk with them, and it turns out that they heard me as well, and likewise, thought the boss was returning home early.
They were also very interested in the keys fro some reason.
JUMP
I'm standing in front of the bosses desk, and trying to hold a conversation with him. We used to see very eye to eye, and had a mutual respect for eachother. He apparently had a change in attitude while he was on vacation, and I feel that everything he says is condescending.
AWAKENING
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I couldn't remember my dream when I woke up, but it came seeping back to me in the shower. I think a stray thought about work may have triggered it.
So, the boss really is on vacation right now. I am switching employment soon, and he knows it. I think this dream is a result of this situation. Sometimes I feel like attitudes will change towards me, due to my career decision. Seems like I might be branded as a "traitor". I don't have much of a problem with this in real life, as the move will be good for me, but apparently my subconscious is struggling with it right now.
Perhaps the keys were to release the shackles of my current job. No wonder everyone wants to get at them...
I remember sneaking into my cousin's childhood home (this is my second dream there). The house belongs to my boss in this dream. I make my way to the room where my cousin's parents used to sleep. I am looking for something, but I cannot remember what.
I hear noises from another room in the house, and they sound like they are getting closer. I assume that my boss has returned home, even though he is supposed to be on vacation.
I kick into a frenzy to get out of the house, and quickly grab a huge buch of keys that are laying on the bedspread (apparently this is what I came for). I run for the door as the noises come closer. As I slowly try to close the front door without making a sound, I imagine him entering the back door of the house, and just narrowly escaping.
As I walk in front of a picture window I glance inside the house again, and see that there is a group of my friends in the kitchen (including Trey, who I haven't seen in years). I realize that they must have broken in too, and that the noises I heard must have been them.
I enter the kitchen and talk with them, and it turns out that they heard me as well, and likewise, thought the boss was returning home early.
They were also very interested in the keys fro some reason.
JUMP
I'm standing in front of the bosses desk, and trying to hold a conversation with him. We used to see very eye to eye, and had a mutual respect for eachother. He apparently had a change in attitude while he was on vacation, and I feel that everything he says is condescending.
AWAKENING
---------------
I couldn't remember my dream when I woke up, but it came seeping back to me in the shower. I think a stray thought about work may have triggered it.
So, the boss really is on vacation right now. I am switching employment soon, and he knows it. I think this dream is a result of this situation. Sometimes I feel like attitudes will change towards me, due to my career decision. Seems like I might be branded as a "traitor". I don't have much of a problem with this in real life, as the move will be good for me, but apparently my subconscious is struggling with it right now.
Perhaps the keys were to release the shackles of my current job. No wonder everyone wants to get at them...
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Just One Word
Only a single word echoing through my head again this morning:
"Gargantuan"
I have no clue what the dream was about, but I'm sure that it had something to do with FFXII, as I spent the majority of last night getting whomped by giant, sword wielding beasts. I really don't recall playing any games in the past that have had such a profound impact on my dreams. Good job, Square-Enix!
I just wish I could go lucid in Ivalice...
I have also been toying with the notion that my alarm clock might be my dream thief. It seems to blast all thought clean out of my head, and place me into an instant frenzy to turn it off.
"Gargantuan"
I have no clue what the dream was about, but I'm sure that it had something to do with FFXII, as I spent the majority of last night getting whomped by giant, sword wielding beasts. I really don't recall playing any games in the past that have had such a profound impact on my dreams. Good job, Square-Enix!
I just wish I could go lucid in Ivalice...
I have also been toying with the notion that my alarm clock might be my dream thief. It seems to blast all thought clean out of my head, and place me into an instant frenzy to turn it off.
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