Things in My Dreams

2007-11-17T10:45:00.001-06:00

I am hanging in an apartment with a mixed group of people. We start playing spin the bottle. Over time, people have to leave for whatever reason. Suddenly, it’s down to 6 guys and one girl. We keep playing. Andrew gets offended that I won’t kiss him. I tell him it’s cause I don’t want to fuck up our long friendship. I kiss Gary, though, and enjoy it. Andrew is really upset by this.

2007-11-08T23:19:00.000-06:00

Another student lounge couch dream while I napped away my mid afternoon.

A bunch of families are all living at the med school. For some reason, Josiah’s brother and sister are here, but I made up who they are (I have met both his older brother and younger sister, neither of whom were really in the dream). His younger brother was actually the younger brother of one of my childhood friends and his sister was Jessica, a classmate of mine. This makes no sense, but oh well. Anyways, we are all running around the study area trying to watch a movie or something, and I am flirting with Jessica/fake sister. For some reason, we fall behind the amorphous group of other people and I randomly make out with her. However, younger brother walks in with his little friends and they want to play video games on the A/V systems that dominate our study areas (which is really a thing here). We find an empty room and things get hot. She says she isn't ready for sex, but later she keeps pushing things further. We are interrupted again by something that I don’t remember and Josiah somehow finds out. He is not very happy about it.

(the image is because I remember her wearing zebra print underwear, ha. I saw a better image that more closely matched the dream when I did my google search for zebra print underwear, but i wasn't sure if I should click on it. I am, after all, at school right now.)

2007-11-06T14:32:00.001-06:00

We are just starting our biostats class (which was really going to happen after my nap was over) and the class is convening in the med library for some reason. We are gathered on the 2^nd floor in the atrium and class begins. It is really hard to hear the instructor because there are a bunch of PhD students talking nearby. As our instructor talks louder, the PhD students do as well. They start doing long, coordinated “Shhhhhhh”ing (like full lungs expelled solely through Shhhhh, which is really long and loud if you think about 30 students doing it together). I finally had enough, and I go over to this bitchy grad student (this girl in my grad class that I don’t particularly like) and get up in her face to take her cohorts and get out. Finally she does with most of the grad students, but they keep making noise from farther away. Again, it’s up to me to shut them up, and I do, by strong arming this (made up) guy against a stack of books and telling him through gritted teeth to get the fuck out. He does and all of the other grad students do too. Class continues nicely until a piano starts playing (haha, a piano in a library?). It’s one last grad student, POUNDING out a song that, aside from the fact that he is smashing the keys as hard as he can, sounds pretty good. Finally, a gargantuan librarian guy (made up) comes storming over and screams “ENOUGH” and picks the kid up by the back of his jeans and throws him out the library window. I wake up, just in time to go to biostats for real.

2007-10-30T23:14:00.000-05:00

Nap dream:

The med school class all together in what can only be described as a real-life first person shooter level. There are platforms, ramps, places to hide, and it’s all self-contained. We are doing a real-life free for all with all these fake, holographic weapons. We are also wearing cool suits that do stuff like immobilize your leg if you get shot or knock you down if an explosion goes off nearby. There are all sorts of cool holo-weapons, like lightsabers, all sorts of guns and explosives, grappling hooks, powerups (like telekinesis, flight, decoys, teleportation, and invisibility). Some people are forming alliances to work their way up on the leader board, while some are using a brute force loner strategy. I am lying low in the shadows, collecting powerups and whatnot and biding my time. Eventually, I start using really crazy strategies like disarming people from afar with the grappling hooks, using telekinesis and a light saber to clear a whole room, sticking timer bombs to the backs of others before they go meet with their allies while I slip away under invisibility, etc. I am soon on the top of the leader board, an unstoppable force in the game. I am commended when the game over because my unconventional strategies couldn’t be beaten.

2007-10-21T19:18:00.000-05:00

I am at some sort of bonfire thing at this run down shack. Kiani is there, as are her friends (whom IRL I had just met the day of this napping dream). Kiani is being really rude at first but is getting strangely friendlier as the night progresses. She tells me she really likes to be led by an arm around the waist when out at night like this, like you often see couples doing on the streets on a Saturday night. I am confused as to why she is telling me something like this after what the weekend has been like IRL, but I let it slide because I am pleased. It’s time for the fire to be put out, and we have ice cream. One of her friends takes my ice cream cone from my hand and throws it in the fire. I confront her, and she shrugs and offers me a filthy, melted one from the ground. That figures…

2007-10-19T17:12:00.000-05:00

I am hanging out with a bunch of people from school whom frankly I care not to name all together here because if you Googled any of their names together, you’d get only this result. Anyways, I am at dinner with them and they are being boisterous, which I am enjoying. What I am not enjoying, however, is how they seem to find the oddest things funny. It then occurs to me that they are mostly saying inside jokes of which I have yet to hear. I go from mildly peeved to flat out hurt and I decide I cannot take it much longer. I leave and go to the State Fair of my childhood, which is strangely down the street. I am missing some dream here… but then I end up sadly walking home in the dark when SAM drives up (she was also at the dinner) I have forgiven her and am just happy to have a friend come looking for me and offering a ride. I take it and we go back to a social chair’s house, where we start working on videos for the class show. I see the video thus far, which is full of this clique’s same inside jokes! I cannot handle it anymore. They think I am joking when I act all mad and leave, but I leave.

Next dream, or maybe the same dream. I think it’s the same cause I am angry about the last night, but for some reason, it’s morning and I am drunk at my parents’ new house. Their new house seems to be a loft similar to the one at which I stayed in Pensacola Beach, FL, complete with blue ocean out the back door. This one is a weird layout, as it has two apartments spanning multiple levels with bridges and stairways between the different, module-esque rooms. It is not clear which rooms belong to which renters with this layout. I drunkenly pick a room, only to realize that it might belong to the other family living in our building. I am so confused. I decide to call my sister, a newlywed, to see if she will be staying at this house. I presume not, since she just got married, but then again why am I living there? I moved out 2 or 3 years ago and I live on my own now. But I digress… I try to talk to her but I am so drunk that I go on wild tangents. I am also trying to hide my drunkenness, but something else seems off in the conversation. I end it an hour and a half later and as I do, she says “try not to drink so much, <my name>”. I assure her that I don’t and hang up, only to realize I called a girl named Jill from my high school. I am horrified that I was so drunk that she could cover her identity from me for so long. My dad comes home and we talk about the room selection problem. I labor up the stairs because I am starting to get hung over, but I pass it off as an injury to my legs from the night before.

I awaken from my nap in a confused stupor in a room I don’t recognize. It looks a little like the room at the beach house from my dreams, and it is certainly not a hotel. I have a brief “what the fucking hell is going on?” moment before I realize that I am in bed at Kiani’s house in NC, waiting for her to come home from school. Her dogs desperately need to be let out (see tagged with Kiani, Alex, and dogs).

2007-10-19T14:33:00.000-05:00

This nap dream was quasi-real as it took on aspects of real life as the sleep was shallow and on a couch at school and… well it was weird. Read on.

I am sitting in class, VERY tired after an exam (IRL: I had just taken an exam and was tired, thus I went to nap in the lounge on a couch) We are being bored to death by some lecturer when Gorav asks a question from his seat across the room from mine. I find this question to be stupid and start yelling at Gorav. I wasn’t just yelling, but flat out verbally attacking. I tore his self esteem to shreds and left class to nap.

IRL: at this point, I wake up from my real nap because Tanya and Travis are talking in the lounge. I mumble “I gotta go apologize to Gorav” much to the confusion of my two classmates sitting near me. I then realize it was all a dream, roll over, and go back to sleep

I wake up from my nap in my dream in another student lounge. This one is bigger, with more windows, and a few more people in it. I see that I am late for journal club. I rush to the door, but it’s raining too hard for me to go outside. I resort to taking a series of tunnels to get to another atrium like area where we are having our journal club. Everyone else is there and glad to see me. I settle in to a couch, but everyone is wet and cold so they took all the blankets. I curl up and shiver for a while before Maria comes over and curls up on my feet. She is wearing a little blue dress, and after a while she starts climbing over my legs to sorta spoon or something. As she tumbles, she turns upside down and I see that she is wearing no underwear. I make a clear show of averting my gaze, but she seems oblivious that I can see everything up her dress, which is making it difficult for me to pay attention to the seminar. I eventually tell her that her dress is (by this point) almost up around her hips, and she just shrugs.

I wake up with a headache because somebody slammed the microwave door back in the lounge. That couch will be the end of me.

2007-10-16T08:07:00.000-05:00

I am sitting in my bed, which is in a room with a bunch of other beds. Some of my classmates are also in their beds, and it appears that we are sleeping in some sort of med school cabin arrangement. Next to each of our beds is a fridge, but that’s it. Maria and some second years come in and start to talk to our bunk about a school trip they are planning: they are chartering a large, wooden ship to take us across the pond to the Baltic Sea in the dead of winter. From there, we will each get our own smaller wooden ship and we will caravan around the icy waters. Along the way, we will be doing things like ice diving, tagging walruses, and breaking through ice floes (you know, med school stuff!). Eventually, we will moor in a fjord and climb a mountain where we will stay in a luxurious cabin and climb up to higher slopes. Food and plenty of beer will be stocked on each ship. After they give their spiel, we are all clammering excitedly about it. Maria comes over to my bed and tells me she is an organizer and thus will clearly be going. This is all the convincing I need. Somebody says non-chalantly “Of course R will be there, there’s beer on his ship!” I laugh it off for this is a far better jest than had he said that I was going only because Maria is going. I make a little show-response that gets some laughs as I reach from my bed to my fridge, crack a beer, and settle into my comfy bed for the night. It’s lights out time, after all.

image to be added later. blogger is having issues with the image upload, so they tell me.

2007-10-14T15:44:00.000-05:00

I am playing some sort of online RPG with my buddy DePorres. At first, it is just like we are playing the game. Over time, though, we begin to more and more just “become” our characters. I am some sort of hyena-man (a gnoll, I believe they are called) while he is a sort of reformed demon or something. I don't know, it was random and he was purple and had large hooves. Anyways, as we became more and more into the game (it became reality) it became that there were modern amenities despite this being sort of a medieval setting. There was some huge demigod in the center of the city in which we were doing are business, and nobody would go near the coliseum that housed it for fear of angering it. Well, I figured the view was nice from there, so I sat with my feet dangling in. Well, I pissed it off and it started trashing the place. DePorres and I hid in a bathroom, which was amazingly swank. It was all marble and gold, like something you would see in a VIP area of a Vegas casino.

I am at a lakeside home where my childhood friend Chris has invited us. His sister is going through a rite of passage ceremony during which she will be bestowed with many ancient Japanese heirlooms (IRL she is half Taiwanese, so this makes no sense). I, however, find that somebody has swapped the gifts out for fake plastic versions. Some people there are outraged, but others are just so happy that the fog is rolling over the lake and the view is beautiful.

I am at my apartment and Kiani comes over. She gives me her dogs for some reason, then leaves. Someone else also comes and gives me a young Dachshund. My buddy Alex is also a St. Bernard. Yes, he IS the dog. And he can talk. So I have four dogs at my place, and one of them is actually a talking incarnation of one of my friends. Well, all is going well until Alex-dog reminds me that I am just treating the dogs like I am visiting someone else’s house: I am not actually feeding them or giving them water, only coming home and playing with them and leaving for school when I’m done. I notice that the Dachshund is damned near dead. How this escaped me thus far is beyond me. I start giving them food, but I keep getting distracted and they continue to become emaciated. Eventually I get it right, but come home to discover that if you feed dogs, they will make shit and leave it here or there around the apartment. I finally realize what it means to have dogs, and Alex-dog tells me that I will grow up to be a good pet owner one day. I take them for a walk and strangely, it is near my elementary school, even though my apartment is many states away. I run into a cute blonde, also walking four dogs.

That’s it.

2007-10-08T07:42:00.000-05:00

I am on a class outing of some sort. We are all on a bus and crossing the Mississippi, brimming with excitement. At some point, I see some of my classmates walking along the road. Apparently, their coach bus broke down and the driver doesn’t want to do a push start. Suckers. Eventually, we get to our destination and leave (I can't remember what it was). Toyin notes the novel I am reading on the bus is full of ads for really expensive things. Turns out the book was really expensive, which causes some of my peers to resent me. Whatever! I leave the bus cause I apparently know a shortcut back to our really swank hotel. I get there early enough to take full advantage of our accommodations by lounging around in my underwear.

Later (not sure if this is a new dream or the same one) I am at Steph’s and apparently we are dating once again. I am in awe of their well stocked fridge as I have been away from her family for nearly three years. I decide to cook a grand dinner because her parents are graciously welcoming me back as if I never left. My alarm went off.

Oh, and hello old friend. I’m mildly flattered that you still check this page every so often. It’s been a while.

2007-10-07T13:42:00.000-05:00

I am watching somebody play a video game down in the basement of what seems to be a modified version of our main med school building. The game premise is like this: you work your way though a bunch of monsters, but as you kill more and more of them, you take on characteristics of that specific monster. I am asked to play, so (of course) I do. Turns out that when you play, you are actually experiencing the game like it was almost (but not quite) real, making it ridiculously fun. I am a long, Naga-esque creature with some poisonous weaponry, and I learn that I can strangle other Nagas with my tail. Neat. Some guy comes down and asks us if we want to join him at a mixer upstairs where there will be free food, so I stop playing and join the party.

I am shooting a new type of movie. It’s kind of like scripted role playing, and it seems like something that in real life might be a reality show. Untrained actors (such as myself and those with me) are given the background of movie characters and we have to assume the roles and interact with planted actors in an exotic land to work through a plot. All of this is being filmed and will be marketed. Our story involves some special ops going into Vietnam to find and punish a warlord. We are boating down a river, stopping to ask local fishermen if they know anything of the warlord who happens to operate in the area. They mostly say no, but we get some answers after strongarming a few of them. My phone wakes me up before anything really eventful happens.

2007-10-03T16:58:00.000-05:00

I don’t have much here. Exams have turned my sleep into something of a turbulent ordeal rather than a nightly escape. Here goes, the other night first:

I am absent from this dream. The boys from South Park are gone at a weird retreat/camp thing. It turns out to be a cult. All of the town’s children are in a trance, wading in a shallow lake and chanting something. Kenny was hypnotized, but the other three characters were not. Stan and Kyle go off to try and solve the mystery of this cult while Cartman somehow ends up strung up off of the bow of a beached, colonial era ship. He manages to get out of the ship and somehow comes into the possession of a liquid nitrogen tank. He freezes one of the entranced boys and shatters him. He thinks this is awesome. He does it to pretty much everyone in the lake, including Kenny, without any resistance.

A nap from which I just awoke:

I have taken the car of someone in my family and am joyriding. I find myself driving to my grandpa’s old house (in real life, long since sold as he is dead) and go in. He’s gone, but he has left keys and stuff for some housesitter. The dream felt as if I am not supposed to be there. I feed his cat (real life – never owned a cat) and run around in the prairie outside his house (real life – no prairie). I then try to get to the cemetery, but find that it is no longer where I remember it being.

2007-09-29T12:31:00.000-05:00

I am going to the lake with my family and some of my new friends. Kal, Kwesi, and Randy excited to meet my brother and my parents. We start in this huge mansion overlooking the lake and a wide harbor filled with boats. The day is perfect for boating and we are happily loading up our supplies. I grab my big Rubbermaid® bin on the way out. I have no idea why, but this bin is special. I start to tube behind our big boat right away, and find that I can jump out at high speed and my momentum is enough to allow me to run on the water. This is why the bin is so special, I guess. Kwesi and Kal, skeptical at first about tubing in a big, plastic storage bin, join me on the next run and soon enough we are running across the lake together. Eventually, we pull up to a sandbar with picnic tables sitting in the water and have lunch. Suddenly there’s a black dude I don’t know with us (Kwesi and Randy are a little weary of the newcomer, as they were supposed to be the only black people on this yachting trip) but I welcome the stranger with a ham sandwich.

The end.

2007-09-28T17:16:00.000-05:00

I was so tired in anatomy this morning that as soon as I could, I stripped out of my scrubs and skated home for a nap until my practice of medicine course. This is the dream that occurred in this nap.

I am in anatomy lab and we are just finishing up. I am about to pull the cover over my cadaver, but then I get stopped by someone. This person wanted to play a game. Kate comes over and says that she has Operation! Perfect! I say that I have some chips and beer and that we should just play right here, on our cadaver. Kate gets out the Operation board while I start looking in the kidney for my chips and beer, which I had stored there (WTF?!) I can't find the chips OR the beer… so I start looking under the table, when Leslie joins us and says “hey, you were looking in the wrong kidney! They were in the right one” (I was under the table and unable to see Leslie pull the chips and beer from the right kidney, so my brain didn’t have to come up with a way to visualize this…) So, we start to set up the game board in anatomical position on top of our cadaver. Kate is at the end of the table she just jumps up on the body, straddling its legs at the base of the Operation game and not caring that formaldehyde is now seeping through her scrubs into her crotch. (WTF!?) She cracks a beer and I put the batteries in the Operation board and insert the little, humorous organs into the little spaces. We play, and every time somebody buzzes a side we all drink. I tell everyone that since food and drink are not allowed, we should probably keep our beers low so the profs won’t see them. Kate takes off her scrub top when she loses, turning this into strip operation. When class ends, I am in just my scrub pants, Kate’s in her underwear (still straddling the cadaver, mind you, and my subconscious was VERY kind to her. Wow. I gave her a hell of a body) while Mitch was in only a scrub shirt. I reassure Mitch as we head for the locker room that I will not be late for journal club, because he is apparently so worried about this.

Alarm wakes me up.

OK. That was weird. A little too weird. I think I have been studying too much anatomy.

2007-09-24T07:29:00.000-05:00

Kris is moving to whatever city in which I live. I am beyond excited for her arrival, so I decide to wait for her in her bedroom. I get tired, so I get down to my underwear (why? I dunno) and read a book in her bed, which apparently arrived with all her stuff before she did. I fall asleep. She enters her room alone, waking me. I am apparently drunk now, and I start kissing her like only a drunk would (this is my greeting after being apart since last April) Eventually, for some reason, I leave. I feel like an asshole the next day, as I was so drunk and just all over her (again, I only got drunk by sleeping. Odd…) so I head back. (details missing) I am suddenly eavesdropping on her and her roommate calling me a creeper and stuff for the previous day’s episode. Sad by both their words and the realization that they are right, I catch a cab home. When I arrive, I find a cake on my pillow and a note from Kris saying that she doesn’t think I’m creepy, and that the other night was actually wonderful, and that she wants to see me tonight. It also says that her roommate changed her mind about me. I have no idea how the cake got there or how she knew I was eavesdropping.

That one was odd enough to wake me up and make me think “You should remember that one” at 3:45 AM

2007-09-20T13:47:00.000-05:00

My buddy in my med program, Mark, has some friends in town. They are all from his undergrad school, which was apparently an all guys school. As such, they are a little rowdy. One of their games they like to play while drinking is taking revolvers and shooting each other in non-lethal places (shoulder, leg, etc.) Mark shoots me through the left shoulder just below the clavicle, and surprisingly, it wasn’t that painful/bloody. In fact, aside from my rage because Mark just shot me in the goddamned chest, I am pretty OK. Still, my dream was affected by my anatomy knowledge, as I am more concerned that my pleural sac was ruptured and that my lung will collapse. I bitch Mark and his friends out for being reckless but they just keep shooting each other. I leave for the hospital; turns out, I’m fine.

PS: I'm back!

hey der, cutie!

2007-09-09T13:24:00.000-05:00

A few reasons for my lack of entries:
-I sleep less, and am therefore more tired, thus allowing for fewer remembered dreams
-I am rushed to get out the door in the morning, so when I do remember one, I forget it before I get a chance to sit down and write it out
-If the first two things don't stop me, there's more: I lack photoshop on my shiny new tablet PC, and I cannot with a clear conscience publish without a 200x200 pixel, 200 monotinted image. This will be corrected soon, however, as I just ordered an external hard drive that will facilitate the transfer of the 2 GB photoshop install file from my big PC to my little tablet.

Thank you for your patience!

2007-09-03T09:40:00.000-05:00

I totally ripped off the Bourne series. I’m not actually in this dream at any point, which is unusual.

So, there is this secret government project called the SMP, or sexual maturity project. It means that by the years before sexual maturity, when a child’s body and mind are most pliable, the CIA/MoD would work to train super-assassins. There were 3 graduates from this program. “1” was basically Jason Bourne, complete with Matt Damon playing him, and was the best of the bunch. He was the most level headed of the three, and was at the top of his game. The second was “Serendipity”, or Sera for short. She was borderline insane (in a good way, if that makes sense) and had long since gone rouge. She would at first interfere with 1’s missions to try to show him that killing for the President/Queen was a bad thing, and later would get him out of trouble when 1 went rogue as well. She had gone rogue before her training was complete, so she was the least refined. She was, however, the most naturally talented at ass-kicking. She was played by Mila Jovovich, which was great casting on my part. The third was only in flashbacks, as he died before the dream timeline picked up. He was loyal to the program, literally, but could never hurt another SMP. He confronted Sera in a flashback, but only thwarted her in lieu of killing her. This was the only time he ever broke orders, and he lied dying on his next mission, he reasoned that this was punishment for his previous failure. He was played by Clive Owen.

Basically, I went semi-lucid. I couldn’t really change the plot (or I didn’t want to, I can’t tell. This was a really fun dream, so as far as I know I didn’t really wanted to change it) so I just kept making the most ridiculously great fight scenes I’ve ever seen. Not like cheesy action movie flight scenes, but the type that are in the Bourne movies (esp. the 3^rd) where it’s just two well trained people absolutely desperate to live by killing the other.

2007-08-28T00:55:00.000-05:00

Partly because med school keeps me busy, partly because my laptop has yet to get an image editor and I want pics on my entries: these are the reasons I have been not entering. The last two nights and today’s nap:

1) Some now faceless friends and I were charged with stealing some jewels from right under the Queen’s royal guard. As we are going through the London tower, HQ gets me on the comm to tell me that my dad was killed in a car accident. We continue the heist, but I keep my loss secret. As things fall apart, my leadership is called into question. In my grief, I somehow muster the strength to slam a heavy table through the floor while shouting that I just lost my father, commanding the respect of my team. I cannot remember how the heist went…

We are back in Madison, going to a house party. It’s full of randoms, and the house is one I don’t know. I spend the party on the floor with a solitary beer, playing with little foam beads and ignoring everyone. The host, a random dude, asks why I’m like this and Jules, who was apparently part of the heist team, informed him of my loss and told him to bugger off.

2) I am in a huge warehouse filled with weapons, costumes, and an endless supply of henchmen. Two other guys are there too, and we both command a small army of henchmen. The henchmen are really serious about battling each other, but my two buds and I are just messing around by creating Spy vs. Spy moments. Every time we killed one another, we would just respawn somehow and change all of the costumes on our henchmen. We were really creative in our killing of each other as our henchmen duked it out on the side: at one point, one of my buddies was costumed as a prosthetic legged runner and I impaled him with a surfboard! He just laughed and said that next time, we should gang up on the other guy. This shit went on for a while.

3) I am going back to Madison with a bunch of med school friends. I am frantically trying to find a place for them to stay because I don’t want them to stay with Niki, the girl I was dating before I moved to St. Louis. I finally find places for them all, and I absolutely punish Niki for a night (think the sex scene from fight club.)

A weird series!

2007-08-24T02:18:00.000-05:00

This is from a few nights ago… sorry about the delay, but my laptop lacks photoshop as of now and I feel that I need a photo!

1) I am with some friends, whom I cannot remember, and we discover how to go back in time. We go back to Dogtown, the old haven for the skateboarding culture. My friends and I traveled with our boards and we meet up with Stacy Peralta, Tony Alva, and Jay Adams. We teach them some of the tricks of modern skateboarding, and at the same time we learn many things from their experience. We are also with some asian dude who cannot interact much due to the space-time continuum (Shogo Kubo perhaps?) who was dead in the future (Shogo is certainly still alive… I dunno what that was all about) We just skated around on our different boards and had a blast. End of dream.

2) the next night I am with a girl (my one reader knows who this is...) for whom I thought I had fallen for after a long relationship. We are back in Madison, and it seems that we are dating. I take her out to a very special, very extravagant restaurant and she is loving it. We are dining and wining, indulging our senses and enjoying each other’s company to the utmost extent. Suddenly, a certain guy (a much more meaty fellow whom is currently being dated by said girl, as has been the case for the last toomanymonths depending on whom you ask [hello, J]) comes along and she is far more interested in him. I leave the restaurant, heartbroken. I end up wandering away from Madison over to Washington DC (Ha! On foot?) There I run into Kiani and she tells me that any woman that doesn’t appreciate my mind is hardly a woman at all. We “make love” (a term I HATE, by the way, but I use it to describe the over-the-top romanticized sex that can only occur in dreams) and all is well again. I wake feeling pretty good about my day ahead.

The last one is pretty literal. I wonder at times why anyone ever buys those bullshit dream-interpretation books. Isn’t it this obvious for everyone when they dream things?

2007-08-19T13:10:00.000-05:00

I am back in Minneapolis, where my family and I are living and apparently running a sort of lodge/bed and breakfast from our rustic, cabin-style home. The rustic aspect is surprising, as we also live right by the collapsed 35W bridge. I am out skateboarding while some friends watch when I decide to go right over the edge of the fallen bridge into the water of the Mississippi. They are awestricken and I have an epiphany: I will ride my skateboard west through Missouri (wait, Missouri? I was just in Minnesota, remember? This, my friends, is a continuity error.) and onto some other state to meet up with Kris. I go home to the lodge, run past the guests having round table discussions, and tell my parents of my decision. My dad is against it, not for the obvious reasons, but because he feels I won’t have access to a critical nutrient. He points out that he gets his through one of his silly supplements that he gets through some new age nutrition company. He recites the rhetoric clearly given to him by some snake oil salesman about how I need this special nutrient to process my protein correctly. I use scientific arguments against his but he will not listen to reason. I storm upstairs, angry about my father’s archaic refusal to accept science over faith (yes I took the idea that far) only to find my friends. A lot of them have bought longboards because of my stunt, which is great, but they all bought the same one I did right down to the green wheels. I throw my hands up in despair and run out the door, thus beginning my trek to be with Kris.

Went lucid

2007-08-14T08:03:00.001-05:00

Oh yes. I start out in a meeting in an office near the top of a skyscraper. I am an influential member of an urban planning board and we are deciding what to do about public transportation in my hometown. I start realizing it’s a dream and begin to try testing it out. I decide why not just go with pulling out all the stops and say that I can make a light-speed rail system that is assembled by self-regulating manufacturing robots that costs no energy, no materials, and is self maintaining. The board loves it. I suggest that we just honeycomb the nation with these subterranean trains that will make all transportation across the land instantaneous and costing the people $0.25/ride. The board is astonished by this wonderful idea, but as they applaud me I just take a bow and jump out of the open window behind me (I had to “dream” it open, as skyscrapers do not have opening windows and my dream originally reflected this accurately) Fortunately, the wings I have just pushed through my shirt just below the shoulder blades are as functional as I hoped, and the rest of the dream was pretty much me riding the high of self powered flight. I let control of the dream stop at the flight thing and let my usual dream randomness provide me with plenty of cool, random stuff to see as I cruise around. Later in the dream, I notice that my light-speed subway system is already built and functioning perfectly. Wonderful!

Of note: This is the only flight dream that I can remember where I didn’t start to slowly lose my ability. The ONLY recurring dream I have is where I, by variety of means, get to fly freely. Over the course of the dream, the power always fades: the air gets too thin, my wings shrink/weaken, my flight vehicle malfunctions, etc. These dreams are always very sad, and this always happens when I get to fly. Not tonight, though. Tonight I was in control and thus woke up in an amazing mood.

Plus, I look sweet with 40’ span of dusty charcoal wings. Ha!

2007-08-12T11:15:00.000-05:00

I am back at my dad’s old house in Shoreview. My step-sister has invited her friend (a fabrication of this dream, not a real person) over to spend the night. I avoid them, as most of my sister’s friends annoy me) so I retire to bed early. That’s when I realize that a) my bed is gone and b) this old series of books I loved as a kid was gone as well. I go downstairs and casually ask my sister’s friend if she happens to know where my books went. (Patricia Wrede’s Dragon series, written for ~12 year olds) She sold them!? I begin to berate her for her disregard for personal property, etc. My dad joins in this scolding, going into how a book is just a book until someone reads it so many times and begins to love it. His anger brings tears to his eyes over losing a book of from his childhood as well. We make the girl sell the plane ticket she bought with her book money and buy back our treasured books. She was banned from our home.

2007-08-12T02:03:00.000-05:00

I am in what seems like some European city with Laura, a loose friend from college. I am with a bunch of her friends, all of which were actually not real people but fabrications of my dream. It is blisteringly hot, so we go to a water park/canal system. There are two girls in the group (again, fabricated) with dogs that match them in looks (the tall, dark girl with black hair has a lean, dark dog. You get the idea) They both seem interested in me and after tooling around in the canals for a while, we start lounging on the pavement as the sun sets. The tall, athletic one with the dark hair is lying on me and playing with my hands. She is teasing me and saying that I am not allowed to touch her because we hardly know each other. I suddenly realize that she seems to be a cross between Kiani and Kris.

I also had a large number of what I call hangover hallucinations, which are basically dreams that I am fully aware of while being sort of awake late morning/early afternoon after a night of heavy drinking. (last night was quite the night) Even though I know they are dreams, I cannot go lucid in them however hard i try. When I do try, a side hallucination pops up as I am trying to control the first one. Too bad, too, because lucid dreams are pure euphoria.

2007-08-10T11:58:00.000-05:00

I am taking a course in anthropology back in Madison. The prof is actually a history teacher from my high school, Mr. Moore. (He’s pretty much Clark Kent: a crisp collar, perfect hair, statuesque man who keeps to himself but you could totally picture having a super hero alter ego) He’s telling us about new evidence that is turning the human-evo world upside down: female austrolopithicines had no big toes! This was changing how we interpret the development of both sexism and bipedal locomotion a few million years ago. The lecture hall was too dark, so I grabbed a long pole with a hook on it and used it to raise some of the curtains. Mr. (Dr.?) Moore stopped the lecture and in his prim/proper manner told me that we could continue once I lowered the blinds again. The dream ends with us locked in stalemate over the issue.