I have a few archaeological news sites bookmarked IWL. This dream stems from that, I think.
I find myself trudging through a futuristic search engine for archaeological news. Books, videos, maps and numerous other forms of media are at my finger tips, and in some cases in full 3D.
My attention is drawn to a recent story. A temple has been unearthed deep underground. I see a photo of workers clearing rubble from the entrance. The headlines read "Third Temple of Jesus Unearthed" (could have said the fourth temple actually; I can't remember).
JUMP
I am suddenly at the dig site. I look around the entrance to the temple. Statues of Jesus' bust surround me. The figure has a Mayan style to it, and looks positively South American. My mind begins to trudge through the implications of this.
AWAKENING
Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Army Gal & A Creepy House
So this odd dream began on a flightline (Ok, so it actually started in a large house in which I was trying to train someone on auxiliary power unit operation, but could not find the right book... That is mostly faded and completely uninteresting, though). There is a female Army troop who is trying to load a 500lb bomb onto an aircraft by hand. I know that this is not the correct way to load the munition, so I take the bomb from her in order to do it correctly. I hold onto it for a moment and look around for the pylon to load it onto. There is no room anywhere.
The munition is extremely heavy and I begin to lose my grip. The front end of the bomb digs into the ground and bends the arming fuse upwards. This is bad, and I already begin to formulate a story for when the sh!t hits the fan. It mostly focuses around the woman doing her job wrong.
JUMP
I am watching the Army female slide a row of 10 or 12 large ejection racks back and forth on some long curved rail system across the bottom side of an aircraft wing. She is trying to give them enough momentum that they will catch at one end of the rail or another, but they keep falling short, and sliding back to the middle. I know there is a better way to do this, but due to the previous incident I simply watch and wait for some catastrophe to occur.
JUMP
I am back inside a large house. I am a part of a group of people who have done something wrong, and are about to meet the consequences. I make my way into the hallway near the front door of the house while two other people are being shoved into some sort of hand cranked presses in order to have their souls squeezed out (I don't know the mechanics of this) in order to be turned into golems. The hallway I am sitting in is populated by wooden creatures (the golems, I assume) that resemble totem pole figures. They are all brightly painted and clearly excited about the execution.
I know I have to get out of the house. I can see a friend of mine trying to break through the door from the outside, but every time he strikes the door it rebounds. I attempt to smash the window only to find that the entire wall caves in like elastic, bouncing back to it's original state regardless of how much I punish it.
I am becoming frantic and run through the golem crowd (who remain largely focused on the execution) and up the stairs to the second floor of the house.
I find myself in a dimly lit room with very few furnishings. I drop to the floor and feel around where it meets with the wall. The texture reminds me of a quilt. It is less elastic than the downstairs wall. I begin tearing at the fabric. A hole spreads open, and I crawl through only to find darkness and more fabric walls. I blindly tear them apart and continue on for some distance.
I finally emerge into what feels the the interior of the wall. I can see outside the house, but cannot yet get there. The house appears to be built upon thin plastic cups. I am having a very hard time moving, as if some magic is holding me back. I can feel the eyes of whomever is keeping me here drilling into my back. The eyes belong to a woman that I cannot remember.
I know that I have to knock the cups down to weaken her grip on me. I crawl towards the pillars and begin swiping my arm around clumsily. I knock a few cups over and a thick black liquid pours out. I begin to move more freely, and knock more and more cups over. The black fluid is all around me, but the magic is so weak now that I can crawl past the plastic cup wall and into the woods outside the house.
It is dark outside, as I struggle to drag myself away from the house. I dig my hands into the soft grass and pull myself forward; farther and farther from the tug of the woman's magic. I am beyond the tree line now and I can smell the fresh earth beneath me. My heart pounds as I look back at the house. I know that I need to somehow move faster before someone realizes that I am gone, and comes after me.
JUMP
The sound of my son squirming in bed next to me wakes me up. I look at the clock and it is almost noon. I was supposed to be at work at 7:30! I jump out of bed frantically, and run to the alarm clock to see just what went wrong. I never notice that the room looks nothing like my bedroom.
JUMP
I am scrambling up some eggs on what looks like a large grill that you might find in a diner, however it is in my kitchen. I am debating what I would like to add to the mix.
AWAKENING
The munition is extremely heavy and I begin to lose my grip. The front end of the bomb digs into the ground and bends the arming fuse upwards. This is bad, and I already begin to formulate a story for when the sh!t hits the fan. It mostly focuses around the woman doing her job wrong.
JUMP
I am watching the Army female slide a row of 10 or 12 large ejection racks back and forth on some long curved rail system across the bottom side of an aircraft wing. She is trying to give them enough momentum that they will catch at one end of the rail or another, but they keep falling short, and sliding back to the middle. I know there is a better way to do this, but due to the previous incident I simply watch and wait for some catastrophe to occur.
JUMP
I am back inside a large house. I am a part of a group of people who have done something wrong, and are about to meet the consequences. I make my way into the hallway near the front door of the house while two other people are being shoved into some sort of hand cranked presses in order to have their souls squeezed out (I don't know the mechanics of this) in order to be turned into golems. The hallway I am sitting in is populated by wooden creatures (the golems, I assume) that resemble totem pole figures. They are all brightly painted and clearly excited about the execution.
I know I have to get out of the house. I can see a friend of mine trying to break through the door from the outside, but every time he strikes the door it rebounds. I attempt to smash the window only to find that the entire wall caves in like elastic, bouncing back to it's original state regardless of how much I punish it.
I am becoming frantic and run through the golem crowd (who remain largely focused on the execution) and up the stairs to the second floor of the house.
I find myself in a dimly lit room with very few furnishings. I drop to the floor and feel around where it meets with the wall. The texture reminds me of a quilt. It is less elastic than the downstairs wall. I begin tearing at the fabric. A hole spreads open, and I crawl through only to find darkness and more fabric walls. I blindly tear them apart and continue on for some distance.
I finally emerge into what feels the the interior of the wall. I can see outside the house, but cannot yet get there. The house appears to be built upon thin plastic cups. I am having a very hard time moving, as if some magic is holding me back. I can feel the eyes of whomever is keeping me here drilling into my back. The eyes belong to a woman that I cannot remember.
I know that I have to knock the cups down to weaken her grip on me. I crawl towards the pillars and begin swiping my arm around clumsily. I knock a few cups over and a thick black liquid pours out. I begin to move more freely, and knock more and more cups over. The black fluid is all around me, but the magic is so weak now that I can crawl past the plastic cup wall and into the woods outside the house.
It is dark outside, as I struggle to drag myself away from the house. I dig my hands into the soft grass and pull myself forward; farther and farther from the tug of the woman's magic. I am beyond the tree line now and I can smell the fresh earth beneath me. My heart pounds as I look back at the house. I know that I need to somehow move faster before someone realizes that I am gone, and comes after me.
JUMP
The sound of my son squirming in bed next to me wakes me up. I look at the clock and it is almost noon. I was supposed to be at work at 7:30! I jump out of bed frantically, and run to the alarm clock to see just what went wrong. I never notice that the room looks nothing like my bedroom.
JUMP
I am scrambling up some eggs on what looks like a large grill that you might find in a diner, however it is in my kitchen. I am debating what I would like to add to the mix.
AWAKENING
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Disappointment
So I haven't posted in quite a while. I have been recalling dreams here and there, but for the most part they are absolutely mundane. I have had way too many dreams lately about everyday life. Phooey.
Last night I had a very disappointing dream that I will run down for you.
I find myself walking towards the beach with my father. My Dad points off into the distance. I see a huge hurricane sized funnel cloud about a mile off shore, and know that it is moving towards us.
We begin running up stairs to a parking area, and board a shuttle bus to evacuate. As soon as I step onto the bus the door closes behind me and I have to remain standing as the bus starts moving.
The driver takes us down a winding road with retaining walls on both sides. My Grandmother is sitting beside me in the front seat. I ask her how the daylight savings time is treating her (umm... sure), and she gives me an exasperated response.
The bus clears the walls and begins to climb a hill before it veers off into a parking lot. I see a man in a lifelike hedgehog costume walk in front of us. Across the street is a stone building. I wonder at first why we stopped, but then I remember that this must be the hotel we are staying at.
AWAKENING
Many things bug me about this dream. Mostly the fact that I missed two of my most established dream signs: Beaches and buses. Seriously... I have been RCing every time I see a bus for the last four months, and this entire dream takes place on a bus. What the heck is wrong with me.
Secondly; I have had dreams in the past with tornados and my Grandmother... You would think that something there would flip a switch in my head. The dream was incredibly vivid, so I should have rationalized a bit.
Wish me better luck next time :P
Last night I had a very disappointing dream that I will run down for you.
I find myself walking towards the beach with my father. My Dad points off into the distance. I see a huge hurricane sized funnel cloud about a mile off shore, and know that it is moving towards us.
We begin running up stairs to a parking area, and board a shuttle bus to evacuate. As soon as I step onto the bus the door closes behind me and I have to remain standing as the bus starts moving.
The driver takes us down a winding road with retaining walls on both sides. My Grandmother is sitting beside me in the front seat. I ask her how the daylight savings time is treating her (umm... sure), and she gives me an exasperated response.
The bus clears the walls and begins to climb a hill before it veers off into a parking lot. I see a man in a lifelike hedgehog costume walk in front of us. Across the street is a stone building. I wonder at first why we stopped, but then I remember that this must be the hotel we are staying at.
AWAKENING
Many things bug me about this dream. Mostly the fact that I missed two of my most established dream signs: Beaches and buses. Seriously... I have been RCing every time I see a bus for the last four months, and this entire dream takes place on a bus. What the heck is wrong with me.
Secondly; I have had dreams in the past with tornados and my Grandmother... You would think that something there would flip a switch in my head. The dream was incredibly vivid, so I should have rationalized a bit.
Wish me better luck next time :P
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Into The Ocean
Ok, so this isn't dream related, but I just feel the need to announce that I LOVE THE SONG "INTO THE OCEAN" BY BLUE OCTOBER!
This song is sending my into euphoria every single time I listen to it, and never fails to make me smile. The lyrics aren't particularly happy, but there is something unique in the whole of it.
"Hate Me" is also a wonderful song by this group, although the rest of their stuff is nominal at best. The two songs mentioned here remind me of the better Moody Blues stuff.
Anyhow-- buy, download, whatever; Just get your hands on these songs!
This song is sending my into euphoria every single time I listen to it, and never fails to make me smile. The lyrics aren't particularly happy, but there is something unique in the whole of it.
"Hate Me" is also a wonderful song by this group, although the rest of their stuff is nominal at best. The two songs mentioned here remind me of the better Moody Blues stuff.
Anyhow-- buy, download, whatever; Just get your hands on these songs!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Low Recall Tooth Dream
Note: Vague ND
Not much in the way of recall last night. I do remember moments of one of those teeth dreams, though.
At one point at least three of my teeth had fallen out, and I was having a hard time talking around them. I spit them into my hand while no one was looking.
Eventually someone noticed I was carrying the teeth around and asked to see them. For some reason, I only wanted to show two of the three and was trying to draw attention away from the third...
I was markedly less distraught than usual that my teeth were falling out. What stinks is that I had told myself that the next time my teeth are falling out I would check to see if it is a dream. No such luck.
Not much in the way of recall last night. I do remember moments of one of those teeth dreams, though.
At one point at least three of my teeth had fallen out, and I was having a hard time talking around them. I spit them into my hand while no one was looking.
Eventually someone noticed I was carrying the teeth around and asked to see them. For some reason, I only wanted to show two of the three and was trying to draw attention away from the third...
I was markedly less distraught than usual that my teeth were falling out. What stinks is that I had told myself that the next time my teeth are falling out I would check to see if it is a dream. No such luck.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Eternal Equinox & Chuck E. Cheese
Note: Normal dreams.
I wake up in my Grandfather's house (yes, again with this place... You'd think I'd have realized by now...) from a nap.
I make my way into the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light. As I stand at the toilet, the darkness begins to un-nerve me. The window is right above the toilet so I reach to pull the shades up. When the shades are raised I notice that it is light out, and a shock runs through me; crap! I must have slept all night... Now i'll be late for work!
I run into the kitchen, and noticed that the clock says 1:30 (somehow I know that this means 1:30 in the morning, not the afternoon). Now I am confused. How could it be the middle of the night and light outside?
I walk out of the house, and begin to make my way up a trail through the forest to my own house. I see my old friend, Nevin, along the way. I ask him why it is light out in the middle of the night, and he says "Relax. It's just the eternal equinox..." Oh yeah... of course, I think (as if that made any sense at all). I continue up the path to my house.
When I reach the house I find my father on the front porch. My son is also there, riding his bike in the front yard.
Something catches my eye in the sky. I point it out to my father. The middle of the sky is covered in dark red/orange clouds surrounded on all sides with darker gray/black. The red/orange clouds are tumultuous (like churning magma or something), and there is blue lightning spouting out in all directions. The lightning doesn't flash towards (or from) the ground though, it wriggles about and moves around the cloud like a giant Tesla coil.
The whole scene is not threatening; in fact it is very beautiful, and my father agrees. We both sit down on the edge of the porch and watch... completely content. Everything has a strange but familiar calm to it... I imagine this is the type of calm that would descend upon the world just before the end. I am absolutely relaxed as I observe the sky, occasionally glancing to my son enjoying his bicycle, and enjoy the long moment with my father.
JUMP
I am with my wife and son in a Chuck E. Cheese type building. I am becoming more and more agitated by the minute. I am very worried about the amount of sleep I got the night before (if you could call it that) affecting my work day, and every minute that slips by in this place is another minute I won't be able to catch a nap before work time.
Finally, my wife rounds the corner with a bag containing three giant sesame seed burgers and I recount my agony to her in hopes that we can leave sooner. My son rounds the corner from playing some video games and I ask him if he is ready to go.
AWAKENING
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BTW, I had this dream the other night where I was being chased by a bunch of bloated, disease ridden cattle. Their skin was cracked and bleeding, and they looked like walking corpses. I tried to jump on top of a truck to avoid them, but they overturned the vehicle in their rampage.
They never actually hurt me, but every time they would catch up to me they would charge in just close enough so that my hand would touch their festering, sickly swollen skin before I could escape again... *shudder*
I wake up in my Grandfather's house (yes, again with this place... You'd think I'd have realized by now...) from a nap.
I make my way into the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light. As I stand at the toilet, the darkness begins to un-nerve me. The window is right above the toilet so I reach to pull the shades up. When the shades are raised I notice that it is light out, and a shock runs through me; crap! I must have slept all night... Now i'll be late for work!
I run into the kitchen, and noticed that the clock says 1:30 (somehow I know that this means 1:30 in the morning, not the afternoon). Now I am confused. How could it be the middle of the night and light outside?
I walk out of the house, and begin to make my way up a trail through the forest to my own house. I see my old friend, Nevin, along the way. I ask him why it is light out in the middle of the night, and he says "Relax. It's just the eternal equinox..." Oh yeah... of course, I think (as if that made any sense at all). I continue up the path to my house.
When I reach the house I find my father on the front porch. My son is also there, riding his bike in the front yard.
Something catches my eye in the sky. I point it out to my father. The middle of the sky is covered in dark red/orange clouds surrounded on all sides with darker gray/black. The red/orange clouds are tumultuous (like churning magma or something), and there is blue lightning spouting out in all directions. The lightning doesn't flash towards (or from) the ground though, it wriggles about and moves around the cloud like a giant Tesla coil.
The whole scene is not threatening; in fact it is very beautiful, and my father agrees. We both sit down on the edge of the porch and watch... completely content. Everything has a strange but familiar calm to it... I imagine this is the type of calm that would descend upon the world just before the end. I am absolutely relaxed as I observe the sky, occasionally glancing to my son enjoying his bicycle, and enjoy the long moment with my father.
JUMP
I am with my wife and son in a Chuck E. Cheese type building. I am becoming more and more agitated by the minute. I am very worried about the amount of sleep I got the night before (if you could call it that) affecting my work day, and every minute that slips by in this place is another minute I won't be able to catch a nap before work time.
Finally, my wife rounds the corner with a bag containing three giant sesame seed burgers and I recount my agony to her in hopes that we can leave sooner. My son rounds the corner from playing some video games and I ask him if he is ready to go.
AWAKENING
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BTW, I had this dream the other night where I was being chased by a bunch of bloated, disease ridden cattle. Their skin was cracked and bleeding, and they looked like walking corpses. I tried to jump on top of a truck to avoid them, but they overturned the vehicle in their rampage.
They never actually hurt me, but every time they would catch up to me they would charge in just close enough so that my hand would touch their festering, sickly swollen skin before I could escape again... *shudder*
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Meatballs & High Tech Boots
Note: All NDs.
I was cooking meatballs with my wife. She takes a bite of one, and her face twists as she chews through the gristle. Apparently they are not good meatballs.
Even so, we plan to go to lookout point and enjoy them with the family (I don't know where lookout point is, I must have made it up).
JUMP
I am lightheartedly chasing my wife through crowds of people in a college campus, a mall, and eventually even down a sidewalk.
Every time she outdistances me she hides, and I have to search for her as I reach the point that I last saw her. Each time she pops up somewhere nearby.
My wife runs up a hillside staircase that tees with a sidewalk and vanishes. As I reach the top of the stairs I look both directions and can't see her.
There is a young man standing there and I notice he is trying to lace his boots. He says that he is in the Navy and is trying to lace them properly. I pick one up and run the laces through. He tells me I did it wrong and pulls the laces back out.
I notice another man with the coolest boots I have ever seen. They are up to his knees, and bright white. I remember all kinds of gizmos attached as well.
He notices my interest and takes one off; offering to let me try it on. I take my shoes off and slip into the boots. I say "Dang, these are a little heavy."
The man points to the sidewalk across the street, and I see my wife who has re-appeared and is waving at me. My attention is drawn back to the boots...
I notice that the boots actually have speakers and a subwoofer attached. I see an LCD display that extends from the calf section as well. I exclaim how freakin' cool that is, and wonder what he displays on there. The man points to an entire computer system off to the side, and I imagine that he uses it to make flash presentations and such to show on his boots.
JUMP
I am in a building now and have taken off the uber-cool boots. I look around for my own shoes and find the pair. As I put them on I notice that only one of the pair is actually my own, and assume that someone must have grabbed one of mine and taken it upstairs with them.
The building is dormitory style, and I knock on the door of the first room. There is a man on the bed and I ask him if (insert name here) is around. He says no, but looks suspicious so I tell him what is up and press him a little harder.
He gives in and a couple of guys come out of hiding (one of which is the guy I am looking for). I explain the situation, but he says that he didn't take my shoe.
I give up and go back downstairs. I look at my shoe again, and notice the other one has re-appeared. As soon as I attempt to put them on, I realize that I have no socks.
I see a dresser with an overflowing drawer marked "Community Socks", and take a pair for myself. They look slightly used, but for some reason I would rather wear used socks than put on my shoes without any.
I finally slip my shoes on and leave. I wonder if my wife will be mad at me for being gone so long.
AWAKENING
I was cooking meatballs with my wife. She takes a bite of one, and her face twists as she chews through the gristle. Apparently they are not good meatballs.
Even so, we plan to go to lookout point and enjoy them with the family (I don't know where lookout point is, I must have made it up).
JUMP
I am lightheartedly chasing my wife through crowds of people in a college campus, a mall, and eventually even down a sidewalk.
Every time she outdistances me she hides, and I have to search for her as I reach the point that I last saw her. Each time she pops up somewhere nearby.
My wife runs up a hillside staircase that tees with a sidewalk and vanishes. As I reach the top of the stairs I look both directions and can't see her.
There is a young man standing there and I notice he is trying to lace his boots. He says that he is in the Navy and is trying to lace them properly. I pick one up and run the laces through. He tells me I did it wrong and pulls the laces back out.
I notice another man with the coolest boots I have ever seen. They are up to his knees, and bright white. I remember all kinds of gizmos attached as well.
He notices my interest and takes one off; offering to let me try it on. I take my shoes off and slip into the boots. I say "Dang, these are a little heavy."
The man points to the sidewalk across the street, and I see my wife who has re-appeared and is waving at me. My attention is drawn back to the boots...
I notice that the boots actually have speakers and a subwoofer attached. I see an LCD display that extends from the calf section as well. I exclaim how freakin' cool that is, and wonder what he displays on there. The man points to an entire computer system off to the side, and I imagine that he uses it to make flash presentations and such to show on his boots.
JUMP
I am in a building now and have taken off the uber-cool boots. I look around for my own shoes and find the pair. As I put them on I notice that only one of the pair is actually my own, and assume that someone must have grabbed one of mine and taken it upstairs with them.
The building is dormitory style, and I knock on the door of the first room. There is a man on the bed and I ask him if (insert name here) is around. He says no, but looks suspicious so I tell him what is up and press him a little harder.
He gives in and a couple of guys come out of hiding (one of which is the guy I am looking for). I explain the situation, but he says that he didn't take my shoe.
I give up and go back downstairs. I look at my shoe again, and notice the other one has re-appeared. As soon as I attempt to put them on, I realize that I have no socks.
I see a dresser with an overflowing drawer marked "Community Socks", and take a pair for myself. They look slightly used, but for some reason I would rather wear used socks than put on my shoes without any.
I finally slip my shoes on and leave. I wonder if my wife will be mad at me for being gone so long.
AWAKENING
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