Lucid Dream #1: The House of the Many, Many Doors.
My throat is parched and I'm restless, I decide to get up and go try to get a couple sips of water, SO worth the effort!
I get out of bed and open and close the bedroom door behind me. As I start down the stairs, I become AWARE I am not where i went to sleep. So, I decide to stop and purposefully explore, see what is really here.
I reach down and look at the carpet. It is a brownish-reddish dark colours running together floral pattern kind of thing. browns, reds, saffrons all dark and no color stands out. I feel it, it feels nice and soft for the feet and spine etc. :)
I feel the annoying roughness of stucco on the wall. A dull dirty white or washed out light brown.
I look down at the landing ... I've never seen so many doors! In a kind of angled concave semi-circle there are seven doors at the landing. I try them, none of them open, but I feel like the middle one does open, if I can only figure it out. But instead of being calm I get frustrated and WANT OUT and the dream ends.
Great, real life invades my dreams!
*****
Lucid Dream #2: Rude Awakening (with special guest stars, my dad and brother!)
I am trying to sleep in a little. I could sleep in another 1-2 hours! My dad wants to GET ME UP AND OUT OF BED but my brother is running interference so I can sleep. I can still hear my dad ranting and raving, but he never gets in my room or to the door. This aggravates me so I can only get a light sleep.
I give up and bang my hand on the wall and ... it is a strange wall! It is clear plastic with what looks like water running through it! I want to think it is normal, but I am lucid again so I investigate it.
But I get yelled at to get a move on so I throw on some clothes after using some kind of stick on my skin and run downstairs to see what all the commotion is. My dad wants me to go, now, I am going to be late. My brother just shakes his head. "Take a moment and think, what day is this for him?" My brother says. My dad says "His day is my day." My brother: "No, your day is your day, his day is his day. What day is this for him?" My dad just glares for a moment, silent then says "FINE" through his teeth and storms off. "Go on back to bed if you want, you don't have to go anywhere today." says my brother. But it is too late and I'm already awake. Now I have to figure out what I want to do today!
*****
Lucid Dream #3: Car to cycle riding through a Mystery Faire
I get a similar rude awakening, but this time it is from a woman. I never see her, only hear her. So, I get up and rush out the door and into a car. I am on a road .. until I"m not. I am suddenly following an SUV on a rocky trail through the woods? How did I miss my turn? I can hear them and they also wonder the same thing. I follow them to get back to the road, and then ...
I end up on a bicycle or tricycle thing riding from the outside to inside. Inside are spacious rooms that are connected with no doors. It is kind of like a school fair or ...something. Amateur or simply relaxed? I grab a snack that has something on a stick that then has popcorn on the outside of it! It is so delicious!! It is attached with a brown sugar crunchy caramel. I can TASTE it, in the dream!
Which is when I wake up, of course! I didn't even get to fully explore this faire, it seemed to have a lot of fun and edutainment as well, I could have learned a lot! Of course I wake up instead. Sigh, I can't escape my curse even in the dream world!
Friday, December 26, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Devil Child is Angel & Mechanical Sleep, Game Roses Are (not) Real
OK, for last's night's entertainment, let's start with:
1) Game Roses Are (not) Real
This is based on a waking life situation, at least as a start. I did put some rose bushes by a female friend's house in MineCraft.
But, in the dream, after I did that, I got a notification of an incoming call on the computer (like SKYPE), so I alt-tabbed and answered it. It was her boyfriend. He starts out with "I just got on MC, and stopped by her hut. I see there are rosebushes there. I did not put them there. Did you put them there?"
"Yeah. I thought they would look nice there."
"So, you admit it!"
"Yeah ... "
"Why did you put rosebushes there?"
"As a nice gesture for my friend. I happened to have them in my inventory and so I thought at the moment that they would look n ice there."
"But ... roses?"
"Is she on the call too?"
"No."
"I'd feel better if she were, can you add her?"
"No, this is between me and you."
"It's just that. I don't get what this is. I meant no harm. It's a game, not real life. If I sent her roses in real life, I would understand. But this is a game and the rosebushes can be easily removed if.."
"So remove them."
"OK, but I think she should know."
"Why?"
"Because she has already seen them there and she liked them there and thanked me. Since they are now HER roses, we should talk to her."
"No."
"No. Because ... she would think this is silly?"
"Well, yeah but this is --"
SHE: "Hey guys, mind if I join the fun-talk?"
HE: "Did you invite her?"
ME: "No."
HE: "You did! Just to spite me!"
SHE: "I invited myself. What's wrong?"
ME: "You have the beef, you should tell her."
HE: "Fine. He gave you roses!"
SHE: "Um ... what?"
ME: "He means in MC, I put Rosebushes by your hut."
SHE: "um ... oh yeah, you did! Thanks again!"
HE: "No! No thank you. You need to have him apologize and rip them out!"
SHE: "Have him apologize for being nice have him rip out fake flowers in a fake world?"
HE: "In that world, they are real."
SHE and ME: "What?"
HE: "In that world they are real to me."
SHE: imitating Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
HE: "Well, see, it's just --"
ME: I also imitate Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
She laughs
HE: "Fine! Yes! I am jealous!"
SHE: "Of fake flowers in a fake world."
HE: "But you are real, I am real, he is real."
SHE: "Unless this is all his dream!"
ME: "This IS all my dream, guys!"
HE: "Haha, yeah right."
SHE: "Told you! So you are jealous of fake flowers in a fake world in a dream by someone else?"
HE: "You guys are messed up!"
SHE and ME giggle
-end dream-
***
2) Devil Child is an Angel
Damien, child of the devil, Rosemary's baby, the computer game Lucien etc. We have seen stories of children with The Devil as the Father. But ... what if the child took after his Mother more than the Father?
That's basically what this dream was about, the war inside the child between Mother and Father. The Father furious that the child (sometimes it was male, sometimes it was female) wasn't being evil, being chaotic enough.
The Mother was patient. She never worried. The Father tried to be patient as best he could, but worried all the time!
So, as She taught him life lessons and was there for the child when things did not go well and celebrated with the child when they went swimmingly ... making every risk worth while; the Father continued to put obstacles in the way and talked trash in his heart.
It was because the child was good, and doing the right thing, that the child eventually felt cursed.
Which led to the next dream ...
3) Mechanical Sleep
Father tried to surround him with monsters disguised as people to sway back to his side. But this wasn't really working out. So, he put the whole group to sleep. He infested them with nightmares and lesson dreams. Then he woke them, but the child after a moment's confusion and questioning was soon back to the light side of things.
Furious and frustrated, the Devil put them back to sleep, but this time changed them all to metal beings!
Again, when they woke and found their new circumstances, the monsters moved away from the child to go rampaging. At first the child was upset and confused. But soon even with this, the child calmed down and was in the Light again.
Having had quite enough of this nonsense, the Devil appeared in front of the Child in all his Horrific Beauty and demanded the child tell him why he gets upset and feels cursed,but in the end always returns to being happy and fun and helping people and generally being in the Light?!
The Child sat there, withstood the fire breath of his Father, waiting for him to finish. Then he said "Did you know my Mother is an Angel?"
"Yes, that is why I chose her. Is that why you are like this, resisting me, you are taking after your mother?"
"No, because she let me realize that you are an Angel, too! You have just forgotten. It is more important for me to help you remember you are an angel, then it is to concentrate on how your forgetting is trying to have me forget, too."
And with that, the child had Light stream out from inside the metal and it melted off and it was a Child of Light.
And the Devil was so amazed, but no more than when the Child walked slowly over to Him and gave him a hug.
The Devil wanted to fight this as well, he was determined to be as he is, not as he was, and nobody can change a crazy bad man, especially if they are .... if I am an Angel.
"Woah, I AM an angel!"
And with that, the devil had light come from deep inside him and explode off the dirty grimey thorny stoney skin he had built upon, and let build upon Him. And he was once again an Angel.
1) Game Roses Are (not) Real
This is based on a waking life situation, at least as a start. I did put some rose bushes by a female friend's house in MineCraft.
But, in the dream, after I did that, I got a notification of an incoming call on the computer (like SKYPE), so I alt-tabbed and answered it. It was her boyfriend. He starts out with "I just got on MC, and stopped by her hut. I see there are rosebushes there. I did not put them there. Did you put them there?"
"Yeah. I thought they would look nice there."
"So, you admit it!"
"Yeah ... "
"Why did you put rosebushes there?"
"As a nice gesture for my friend. I happened to have them in my inventory and so I thought at the moment that they would look n ice there."
"But ... roses?"
"Is she on the call too?"
"No."
"I'd feel better if she were, can you add her?"
"No, this is between me and you."
"It's just that. I don't get what this is. I meant no harm. It's a game, not real life. If I sent her roses in real life, I would understand. But this is a game and the rosebushes can be easily removed if.."
"So remove them."
"OK, but I think she should know."
"Why?"
"Because she has already seen them there and she liked them there and thanked me. Since they are now HER roses, we should talk to her."
"No."
"No. Because ... she would think this is silly?"
"Well, yeah but this is --"
SHE: "Hey guys, mind if I join the fun-talk?"
HE: "Did you invite her?"
ME: "No."
HE: "You did! Just to spite me!"
SHE: "I invited myself. What's wrong?"
ME: "You have the beef, you should tell her."
HE: "Fine. He gave you roses!"
SHE: "Um ... what?"
ME: "He means in MC, I put Rosebushes by your hut."
SHE: "um ... oh yeah, you did! Thanks again!"
HE: "No! No thank you. You need to have him apologize and rip them out!"
SHE: "Have him apologize for being nice have him rip out fake flowers in a fake world?"
HE: "In that world, they are real."
SHE and ME: "What?"
HE: "In that world they are real to me."
SHE: imitating Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
HE: "Well, see, it's just --"
ME: I also imitate Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
She laughs
HE: "Fine! Yes! I am jealous!"
SHE: "Of fake flowers in a fake world."
HE: "But you are real, I am real, he is real."
SHE: "Unless this is all his dream!"
ME: "This IS all my dream, guys!"
HE: "Haha, yeah right."
SHE: "Told you! So you are jealous of fake flowers in a fake world in a dream by someone else?"
HE: "You guys are messed up!"
SHE and ME giggle
-end dream-
***
2) Devil Child is an Angel
Damien, child of the devil, Rosemary's baby, the computer game Lucien etc. We have seen stories of children with The Devil as the Father. But ... what if the child took after his Mother more than the Father?
That's basically what this dream was about, the war inside the child between Mother and Father. The Father furious that the child (sometimes it was male, sometimes it was female) wasn't being evil, being chaotic enough.
The Mother was patient. She never worried. The Father tried to be patient as best he could, but worried all the time!
So, as She taught him life lessons and was there for the child when things did not go well and celebrated with the child when they went swimmingly ... making every risk worth while; the Father continued to put obstacles in the way and talked trash in his heart.
It was because the child was good, and doing the right thing, that the child eventually felt cursed.
Which led to the next dream ...
3) Mechanical Sleep
Father tried to surround him with monsters disguised as people to sway back to his side. But this wasn't really working out. So, he put the whole group to sleep. He infested them with nightmares and lesson dreams. Then he woke them, but the child after a moment's confusion and questioning was soon back to the light side of things.
Furious and frustrated, the Devil put them back to sleep, but this time changed them all to metal beings!
Again, when they woke and found their new circumstances, the monsters moved away from the child to go rampaging. At first the child was upset and confused. But soon even with this, the child calmed down and was in the Light again.
Having had quite enough of this nonsense, the Devil appeared in front of the Child in all his Horrific Beauty and demanded the child tell him why he gets upset and feels cursed,but in the end always returns to being happy and fun and helping people and generally being in the Light?!
The Child sat there, withstood the fire breath of his Father, waiting for him to finish. Then he said "Did you know my Mother is an Angel?"
"Yes, that is why I chose her. Is that why you are like this, resisting me, you are taking after your mother?"
"No, because she let me realize that you are an Angel, too! You have just forgotten. It is more important for me to help you remember you are an angel, then it is to concentrate on how your forgetting is trying to have me forget, too."
And with that, the child had Light stream out from inside the metal and it melted off and it was a Child of Light.
And the Devil was so amazed, but no more than when the Child walked slowly over to Him and gave him a hug.
The Devil wanted to fight this as well, he was determined to be as he is, not as he was, and nobody can change a crazy bad man, especially if they are .... if I am an Angel.
"Woah, I AM an angel!"
And with that, the devil had light come from deep inside him and explode off the dirty grimey thorny stoney skin he had built upon, and let build upon Him. And he was once again an Angel.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Ridiculous Arguments Are Rediculous
Part 1: From the Female
I had a great night out, full of friends and fun!
I drove home, and someone was in the driveway, calling out to meet them. So, I get out of my car and go talk to her.
She is talking on the phone. She hands it to me. It is Sharri on the other line. She is just talking away all about herself and when I try to make an innocent comment, she gets super upset.
I try to make it better, but she is determined to have it turn into an argument, and one she wins.
I say I am sorry, but it will be best for the both of us if I just hang up the phone right now. and do so.
Moments later she appears right there in person, and says "You can't get away that easily!"
"You have already decided, in your warped mind, that you want this argument and I am the bad guy and you win. I cannot say anything to change this. You want bad for yourself, and I am snot a real person but a bit actor in your drama. So, just do that without me and let me go to bed in peace."
That shut her up, and so I went inside to go to bed.
(we actually talked longer, but the details are fuzzy. she said she had been out all night looking for imaginary characters (Goofy and .. who?) and I said "Oh, when I was out I saw Goofy and one other, but not the other you were looking for." And she got mad at me as if I was keeping that information, or that character, from her on purpose. When 1) I didn't even know she was looking for them and 2) I do not own their schedules! Also there was always noise on her side or something getting in the way of our conversation from her end, yet she always blamed me. Which is why I called this "Ridiculous").
***
Part 2: From the Male
That was bad enough. But no, I had to have a ridiculous argument with my dad after!
He woke me up from a sound sleep because he wanted me up. So, I get dressed. He came back in the room and told me how wrong my shirt was. I counter-argued and kept the shirt on.
Then he wanted me to straighten up a pile of shoes. So, I did that. But I kept kicking them out of order again because they were in a narrow space, so I moved them out of that area altogether. My dad said words that were meant to show how stupid I was for moving the shoes and putting them there of all places -- the new place that is!
I just ignored him this time.
Then he started in on my hair, or really lack there of. "You know, John. How can you hope to have people respect you and have a good life like me if you continue to shave your head to the skin. You like like an idiot or a thug."
"Would you stop sabotaging? That is all you do! You have to have others be helpless in front of you because YOU are the one who feels helpless, and if you deflect that to others you think you will feel OK. BUt if that is true, why do you keep on deflecting it anyway? Just because someone asks for help, doesn't mean they are helpless! Sometimes it is simply being human, sometimes it is a way to gain togetherness, comradery, things like that."
He dismissed that.
A little later, I ask what is REALLY bothering him, I mean really. He wants to be quiet and say non-meaningful things and keep the focus on my present "stupidities" from his POV, but finally he says it.
"You just kept on hitting that button and costing me taxes!"
"What button?"
"In the restaurant!"
"What restaurant, when?"
"YOU know."
"Well, you are not being specific enough." The nI try to lighten the situation with a joke. "Could you tell me more, I've slept since then."
He almost smiled, but covered it up right away so I wouldn't "win" and just glowered.
So, I was left to figure it out on my own devices. Eventually I worked out a possibility and told him.
"You mean the apple cider machine at that one restaurant?"
"See, I knew you were just playing dumb."
I decided not to talk to that, instead I said "What did I do? And ... just tell me, ok?"
"You pushed the wrong button and it cost me taxes."
"That doesn't make sense. Shouldn't you blame the restaurant for making a ridiculous system like that in order to trick the customers out of their money? And if it is taxes, isn't that the government? Why are they tricking you out of your money?"
"Fine. Just pass the blame like you always do."
"Dad! That is not fair! OK, let's say I am, for the sake of argument, then let's see how it is remotely my fault."
He just glowers at me again.
"I know, I know, I am the one who pushed the button. But,did you ever go to that machine yourself and look at it?"
"I was near that machine but I never used it."
"OK, so did you look at it?"
"I guess ..."
"Well, there were two red buttons side by side. Same color, same size, same shape, same style."
"OK?"
"And so they invited confusion that way! They made it easier for people to mistakenly push the wrong button! Heck, maybe BOTH buttons would have cost you taxes I don't know! Did you ever consider that, dad?"
Mumbles "no, not really."
"And, that was years ago! Why are you keeping my so-called 'mistakes' forever on the books?"
---
And that is when my eyes opened. So I closed them.
"Look, I have to end this now and get up for real. Try something different this time, dad. Try to take other people's ways of doing things as just that. And try to forgive or at least forget their past 'wrongs' to you. OK? You have less of a burden that way."
"But you do that to me."
"Not nearly the same thing. I don't keep hold of your mistakes, I am forced to not be able to forget your long string of on-purpose bullying. You bring it up every time you do another one, like this exchange. You do it on purpose. My mistakes are just that, being human. What is so terrible about me wanting to be me and having you love me as is? You are making promises you do not keep, you are going on trips with everyone BUT me, and when you come home you don't even tell me you are back.
I do not do what I do to harm or judge others like you do. Now, quit reminding me of your bad side and say something nice, something real before I get up. please."
"My only real burden is having a first-born son in you."
"Great, thanks dad! You never really surprise me."
And that is what I woke up with.
I had a great night out, full of friends and fun!
I drove home, and someone was in the driveway, calling out to meet them. So, I get out of my car and go talk to her.
She is talking on the phone. She hands it to me. It is Sharri on the other line. She is just talking away all about herself and when I try to make an innocent comment, she gets super upset.
I try to make it better, but she is determined to have it turn into an argument, and one she wins.
I say I am sorry, but it will be best for the both of us if I just hang up the phone right now. and do so.
Moments later she appears right there in person, and says "You can't get away that easily!"
"You have already decided, in your warped mind, that you want this argument and I am the bad guy and you win. I cannot say anything to change this. You want bad for yourself, and I am snot a real person but a bit actor in your drama. So, just do that without me and let me go to bed in peace."
That shut her up, and so I went inside to go to bed.
(we actually talked longer, but the details are fuzzy. she said she had been out all night looking for imaginary characters (Goofy and .. who?) and I said "Oh, when I was out I saw Goofy and one other, but not the other you were looking for." And she got mad at me as if I was keeping that information, or that character, from her on purpose. When 1) I didn't even know she was looking for them and 2) I do not own their schedules! Also there was always noise on her side or something getting in the way of our conversation from her end, yet she always blamed me. Which is why I called this "Ridiculous").
***
Part 2: From the Male
That was bad enough. But no, I had to have a ridiculous argument with my dad after!
He woke me up from a sound sleep because he wanted me up. So, I get dressed. He came back in the room and told me how wrong my shirt was. I counter-argued and kept the shirt on.
Then he wanted me to straighten up a pile of shoes. So, I did that. But I kept kicking them out of order again because they were in a narrow space, so I moved them out of that area altogether. My dad said words that were meant to show how stupid I was for moving the shoes and putting them there of all places -- the new place that is!
I just ignored him this time.
Then he started in on my hair, or really lack there of. "You know, John. How can you hope to have people respect you and have a good life like me if you continue to shave your head to the skin. You like like an idiot or a thug."
"Would you stop sabotaging? That is all you do! You have to have others be helpless in front of you because YOU are the one who feels helpless, and if you deflect that to others you think you will feel OK. BUt if that is true, why do you keep on deflecting it anyway? Just because someone asks for help, doesn't mean they are helpless! Sometimes it is simply being human, sometimes it is a way to gain togetherness, comradery, things like that."
He dismissed that.
A little later, I ask what is REALLY bothering him, I mean really. He wants to be quiet and say non-meaningful things and keep the focus on my present "stupidities" from his POV, but finally he says it.
"You just kept on hitting that button and costing me taxes!"
"What button?"
"In the restaurant!"
"What restaurant, when?"
"YOU know."
"Well, you are not being specific enough." The nI try to lighten the situation with a joke. "Could you tell me more, I've slept since then."
He almost smiled, but covered it up right away so I wouldn't "win" and just glowered.
So, I was left to figure it out on my own devices. Eventually I worked out a possibility and told him.
"You mean the apple cider machine at that one restaurant?"
"See, I knew you were just playing dumb."
I decided not to talk to that, instead I said "What did I do? And ... just tell me, ok?"
"You pushed the wrong button and it cost me taxes."
"That doesn't make sense. Shouldn't you blame the restaurant for making a ridiculous system like that in order to trick the customers out of their money? And if it is taxes, isn't that the government? Why are they tricking you out of your money?"
"Fine. Just pass the blame like you always do."
"Dad! That is not fair! OK, let's say I am, for the sake of argument, then let's see how it is remotely my fault."
He just glowers at me again.
"I know, I know, I am the one who pushed the button. But,did you ever go to that machine yourself and look at it?"
"I was near that machine but I never used it."
"OK, so did you look at it?"
"I guess ..."
"Well, there were two red buttons side by side. Same color, same size, same shape, same style."
"OK?"
"And so they invited confusion that way! They made it easier for people to mistakenly push the wrong button! Heck, maybe BOTH buttons would have cost you taxes I don't know! Did you ever consider that, dad?"
Mumbles "no, not really."
"And, that was years ago! Why are you keeping my so-called 'mistakes' forever on the books?"
---
And that is when my eyes opened. So I closed them.
"Look, I have to end this now and get up for real. Try something different this time, dad. Try to take other people's ways of doing things as just that. And try to forgive or at least forget their past 'wrongs' to you. OK? You have less of a burden that way."
"But you do that to me."
"Not nearly the same thing. I don't keep hold of your mistakes, I am forced to not be able to forget your long string of on-purpose bullying. You bring it up every time you do another one, like this exchange. You do it on purpose. My mistakes are just that, being human. What is so terrible about me wanting to be me and having you love me as is? You are making promises you do not keep, you are going on trips with everyone BUT me, and when you come home you don't even tell me you are back.
I do not do what I do to harm or judge others like you do. Now, quit reminding me of your bad side and say something nice, something real before I get up. please."
"My only real burden is having a first-born son in you."
"Great, thanks dad! You never really surprise me."
And that is what I woke up with.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Maze of Domes
I suppose this is influenced by watching the season premiere of "Under the Dome" late last night ....
Basically, all I can remember, is being inside a giant labyrinth. There were many parts to it, puzzles, keys, and domes. Spinning domes, golden energy domes, silver domes that opened. Voices were leading me through. I was calm for the most part, following step by step. 1, 2, 3 on to the next part. Sometimes I had to go up, sometimes I had to go down. Not just the cardinal directions, then ... OK. But what does it all mean? No clue.
Basically, all I can remember, is being inside a giant labyrinth. There were many parts to it, puzzles, keys, and domes. Spinning domes, golden energy domes, silver domes that opened. Voices were leading me through. I was calm for the most part, following step by step. 1, 2, 3 on to the next part. Sometimes I had to go up, sometimes I had to go down. Not just the cardinal directions, then ... OK. But what does it all mean? No clue.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Bad Bus; Good Car, Bad Road; Maze School
BAD BUS
I am in a bus. There are other passengers here. We are driving in a small town/between towns/rural place. The bus keeps taking us to places I do not want to be. I get out of the bus at one point just to be out of it. I end up in a school hallway. I cannot recall my locker combination. I am late for class! I try to make my way to the classroom. I want to be there!
(that is all that is clear to me)
GOOD CAR, BAD ROAD
I am driving in a similar place, but more like a city. No distinguishing landmarks, nothing familiar. I am having trouble getting to my destination! Cars keep cutting me off and honking at me! I am paying attention. I have space in front of me. I am going at a good speed not too fast, not too slow.
Now I get to a place I need to turn. I manage to get over in the correct turn lane. But it took so long! Nobody was letting me in! I finally have a gap left for me, but after I get over and wave "thank you" I just get a scowl and a blaring horn! Why? YOU let me in, what did I do wrong, why are you mad at me?
As is that is not bad enough, there is suddenly congestion. And NOW this is a bad lane to be in! There is a wreck or like ... big pieces on the road. A big concrete beam? And motor vehicles in a knot of an accident.
I manage to get back over to the right (I wanted to take a left turn, it has 2 left turn lanes, I needed to be in the farthest one over, so now I have to get over. BOTH turn lanes end up being blocked, but the place to turn is very close by now!)
I think I am clear now! I start to pull forward into this lane now, but all is dark. Are my eyes closed? I try to remain calm and "feel" where the next car is in front of me. I pull forward blind. Then I move forward just a LITTLE bit more.
I manage to make it OK. My eyes open finally.
***
I am not sure if this is part of the same dream, but if it is there is a jump or I forget what happened in-between. Anyway, I am driving and park. I end up in a building much like the school from before. It is same but different. There are a ton of people here all milling about.
This is similar, but a different layout from the last school. The entrance is practically the same, but the hallways are different. I go around a corner down a hallway and turn around to see stairs going up. There is a landing there. Parallel to the stairway hallway is another hallway on this floor (on the left). I feel if I want up those stairs I would hit the landing and in front of me would be stairs going down. I think that is all there is to it. No other ways or doors or stairs. All it does is ... it is like a bridge over water _^_
So I turn around and go through a maze of hallways and end up at lockers. They are tall and very thin and a very dark blue. They have vents on the top and bottom and seem very new and strong. There are small numbers in white, I am in the 30's or 300's. I am not sure which is mine, but it is somewhere here. I need a book from inside. But I cannot recall the combination! Does it have the numbers 30 and 31 in it? But it needs a third number, what is that .... 16?
I don't have time to mess with this, I'm running too late. I go through the halls. I thought I had my destination clear in my head, but it is all a maze and there are so many people sticking their foot out to trip me, or pushing other people in front of me, or trying to talk to me about some kind of nonsense.
I finally get to a "town square" like area. I mean a big square area with some rooms along the side. It has a central area that has stairs going down to a central square so the steps on all four sides make squares inside squares nested squares.
I have to be careful going down, because people sit on these stairs. They ignore the benches! They are making it unsafe. But I have to cut through the middle to get to my class room.
What class is it? I am not sure as I write this. Some kind of Liberal Arts/Humanities class. Social studies? History or psychology or something? I don't even know even though I DO know I am supposed to be there.
I manage to open the door and get inside. I get this bizarre feeling! At first it is relief! I DID IT I MADE IT I AM WHERE I AM SUPPOSED TO BE!
and yet .... soon after, I get this sense of dread. The room is different somehow.
I wake up as I turn around to try the door but it will not open.
I am in a bus. There are other passengers here. We are driving in a small town/between towns/rural place. The bus keeps taking us to places I do not want to be. I get out of the bus at one point just to be out of it. I end up in a school hallway. I cannot recall my locker combination. I am late for class! I try to make my way to the classroom. I want to be there!
(that is all that is clear to me)
GOOD CAR, BAD ROAD
I am driving in a similar place, but more like a city. No distinguishing landmarks, nothing familiar. I am having trouble getting to my destination! Cars keep cutting me off and honking at me! I am paying attention. I have space in front of me. I am going at a good speed not too fast, not too slow.
Now I get to a place I need to turn. I manage to get over in the correct turn lane. But it took so long! Nobody was letting me in! I finally have a gap left for me, but after I get over and wave "thank you" I just get a scowl and a blaring horn! Why? YOU let me in, what did I do wrong, why are you mad at me?
As is that is not bad enough, there is suddenly congestion. And NOW this is a bad lane to be in! There is a wreck or like ... big pieces on the road. A big concrete beam? And motor vehicles in a knot of an accident.
I manage to get back over to the right (I wanted to take a left turn, it has 2 left turn lanes, I needed to be in the farthest one over, so now I have to get over. BOTH turn lanes end up being blocked, but the place to turn is very close by now!)
I think I am clear now! I start to pull forward into this lane now, but all is dark. Are my eyes closed? I try to remain calm and "feel" where the next car is in front of me. I pull forward blind. Then I move forward just a LITTLE bit more.
I manage to make it OK. My eyes open finally.
***
I am not sure if this is part of the same dream, but if it is there is a jump or I forget what happened in-between. Anyway, I am driving and park. I end up in a building much like the school from before. It is same but different. There are a ton of people here all milling about.
This is similar, but a different layout from the last school. The entrance is practically the same, but the hallways are different. I go around a corner down a hallway and turn around to see stairs going up. There is a landing there. Parallel to the stairway hallway is another hallway on this floor (on the left). I feel if I want up those stairs I would hit the landing and in front of me would be stairs going down. I think that is all there is to it. No other ways or doors or stairs. All it does is ... it is like a bridge over water _^_
So I turn around and go through a maze of hallways and end up at lockers. They are tall and very thin and a very dark blue. They have vents on the top and bottom and seem very new and strong. There are small numbers in white, I am in the 30's or 300's. I am not sure which is mine, but it is somewhere here. I need a book from inside. But I cannot recall the combination! Does it have the numbers 30 and 31 in it? But it needs a third number, what is that .... 16?
I don't have time to mess with this, I'm running too late. I go through the halls. I thought I had my destination clear in my head, but it is all a maze and there are so many people sticking their foot out to trip me, or pushing other people in front of me, or trying to talk to me about some kind of nonsense.
I finally get to a "town square" like area. I mean a big square area with some rooms along the side. It has a central area that has stairs going down to a central square so the steps on all four sides make squares inside squares nested squares.
I have to be careful going down, because people sit on these stairs. They ignore the benches! They are making it unsafe. But I have to cut through the middle to get to my class room.
What class is it? I am not sure as I write this. Some kind of Liberal Arts/Humanities class. Social studies? History or psychology or something? I don't even know even though I DO know I am supposed to be there.
I manage to open the door and get inside. I get this bizarre feeling! At first it is relief! I DID IT I MADE IT I AM WHERE I AM SUPPOSED TO BE!
and yet .... soon after, I get this sense of dread. The room is different somehow.
I wake up as I turn around to try the door but it will not open.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Test Anxiety Dream, Take 1
I have a big important test on Saturday, to be certified for work. This is true. A nice lady helped me last night to study. I was not expecting this dream:
It is the kind of dark where you don't know if it is dawn or dusk. I am inside. There is someone with me, female. She tells me "you missed your test, didn't you?" "What test, OH NO!" And so I panicked. Asking what day it was, then the time, then A.M. or P.M. I finally established it was 6 A.M. on test day. I still had time, then, because it starts at 9 A.M.!
So, I rush around trying to get ready. I pick up some pants and shoes and run to the bathroom to shower. But the pants I am wearing are too tight and my skin is too sticky! I am having the worse time trying to get the pants off so I can shower. Meanwhile that female keeps bugging me! She won't just let me be, she is being the opposite of helpful, it is really aggravating. As if that were not bad enough, she comes to the bathroom door! "Do you mind? I told you I have to shower!" She acted all hurt as if she's been a good help and support this whole time. I finally get the pants off!
***
Now I am walking into a darkened living room. I am going to sit down and put on my shoes and tie them. I cannot find a clock any where! Ah, there is my cell phone. But it seems stuck on an odd screen, like a card game? So I push buttons to get to the home screen. It won't do it. Next, I try to have the screen go to sleep so I can wake it up and see the time. Still not good. So then I hold down the power button so I can get it to restart, still nothing!
I then see I am wearing these strange pants. They fit fine, but they are white with blue stripes. What the heck are THESE THINGS? SO, I have to change pants. But then I put on my shoes and as I walk a strange powder comes out of them, then I see it is like smoke! How can my shoes be on fire? I don't have any other shoes to change into, I end up taking off the shoes, waiting a bit, hearing comments from unseen people about moving so fast my shoes caught on fire. So, I close my eyes and slow my breathing, and blindly put my shoes back on and wait a moment. I open my eyes and my shoes are OK. But then I see a digital clock with red numbers that has the time as 8:45.
Shit, I'm supposed to be there 1/2 hour earlier than the 9:00 test time! So I rush out the door (after making sure I had changed pants -- yep -- and that my shoes were OK -- yep -- I don't have time for this!) and as I try to find my car, I am trying the whole time to restart my phone! It won't work! But I keep trying.
***
Then ... Strangeness. I guess I am so into getting my stupid phone to work again, I am not paying attention, because I see a large double iron gate (it has a nice curved top to it, so it is for a mansion or something) and I see it closing on me! I rush forward and I am able to make it through and it closes behind me and I move forward a bit and ... hang on, I'm going to WALK to the test? I thought I was coming out here to get in my car! So I turn around to go through the gate again. When I see game characters playing a game and part of the game is to solve the puzzle of the gate. They solve it and I fear I am a bit too far away to simply follow them through. I beg at least one of them to hold the gate for me or something. It isn't going to work, it isn't going to work, it isn't .... oh good, it worked! One of them was nice enough and I make it through the gate! PHEW! Now to find the car ...
But that is when I hear that my phone has re-started! As I go to the car I am fiddling with the phone trying to have it tell me the time, but instead I have accidentally started a game!
I cannot quit the game! I have to play through it before I can get to a screen so I can exit it. So, I think I can do that, but realize it will take too long, so here I am concentrating on the screen so it takes up my view and practically makes me inside the game trying to get myself killed asap, but how many lives do they start me out with? I seem to be losing a lot, here. It is a side-scrolling action platformer. Old-school. Like Aladin.
I FINALLY die and can exit the game, but something else is going on right in front of me! This young woman comes running up to me, begging for help. It seems her friends are loosing themselves to a game, the game is becoming their reality! "See? She has already drawing one of my friends in with her!" I see a guy jumping and floating around as if by magic, only slightly following the laws of physics. I try to stop him, I try to help him, but then another person joins in! This is not going well, what do I do?
... Then I realize that none of that matters because I was in the middle of getting to me car to take my test, what am I doing here? I turn to tell the young woman I have to go, but she is not there.
I finally get to my car and ... it isn't starting. I finally get my car to start ... funnily enough it starts at the same time I am able to get my phone to restart in the way it is SUPPOSED to be! PHEW!
But, it is now late. The test is already underway now. I consider going anyway and trying to talk my way in, but I just give up. I have my cell phone screen go blank and that has the car stop running, and I walk crestfallen back to the house.
Dejected and in shock, I plop down in a chair in the unlit living room. The woman from the start of the dream is here. "I thought you were going to take a test?" yes "Didn't you start with plenty of time?" yes "Then why were you out there wasting time playing games?" "Look! Just leave me alone! I tried to get out of here but it did not work, OK? And those games were from you!" She didn't even try to deny it, she just laughed.
Soon after, I woke up. Well, I thought I did but it turns out I was still dreaming. I hear a knocking at the door. At first, it is just like my room/apt IRL. I don't even question it as it morphs into something else. I go up to a big wooden door with all these locks on it. Well, I need to open it, anyway to get out to take my test. But ... so many locks! I remove one and now they door can be opened on a chain a crack. There on the other side I see two men. The one with the gun pointed at me says "we found this place in the phone book." I close the door, re-lock it, and rush away. As I am rushing away I quickly put a seal on the door and call out for help like a prayer or "in the astral" or maybe I said "through the astral" in the dream. I know help is coming, but will my seal on the door hold? It does. I see a man in a standing position with his arms by his side floating down towards my house, then away. He has taken away the robbers, but I cannot tell if he is the help I asked for or was coming to collect his robbers.
I finally make it out the house from another exit, and get in my car. But I forget where I was going. Someone in the back seat of the car reminds me it is to get to my test "but you're too late!"
...
That is when I FINALLY wake in the waking world for real this time. I wake with test panic. What day is it? What time is it? 8:57 am? Shit, I am not going to make it!! But that only lasts a moment as I come to my cell phone (which is working perfectly fine) to confirm that it is only Thursday, not Saturday. Which makes sense because I knew when I went to sleep it was Wednesday, and I have to work on Friday before the test day. But still ... I had a moment of panic to start me out!
So now I am going to have to remember to set multiple alarms on my phone and also on alarm clocks for Saturday morning to be sure I do not miss my test? OK, John, do not panic. Just calm down. Writing this dream down helped take my mind off the fear, but I still need to be sure I wake up in time for the test on Saturday. It stats at 9 am and I am to be there 1/2 hour before the test stats.
It is the kind of dark where you don't know if it is dawn or dusk. I am inside. There is someone with me, female. She tells me "you missed your test, didn't you?" "What test, OH NO!" And so I panicked. Asking what day it was, then the time, then A.M. or P.M. I finally established it was 6 A.M. on test day. I still had time, then, because it starts at 9 A.M.!
So, I rush around trying to get ready. I pick up some pants and shoes and run to the bathroom to shower. But the pants I am wearing are too tight and my skin is too sticky! I am having the worse time trying to get the pants off so I can shower. Meanwhile that female keeps bugging me! She won't just let me be, she is being the opposite of helpful, it is really aggravating. As if that were not bad enough, she comes to the bathroom door! "Do you mind? I told you I have to shower!" She acted all hurt as if she's been a good help and support this whole time. I finally get the pants off!
***
Now I am walking into a darkened living room. I am going to sit down and put on my shoes and tie them. I cannot find a clock any where! Ah, there is my cell phone. But it seems stuck on an odd screen, like a card game? So I push buttons to get to the home screen. It won't do it. Next, I try to have the screen go to sleep so I can wake it up and see the time. Still not good. So then I hold down the power button so I can get it to restart, still nothing!
I then see I am wearing these strange pants. They fit fine, but they are white with blue stripes. What the heck are THESE THINGS? SO, I have to change pants. But then I put on my shoes and as I walk a strange powder comes out of them, then I see it is like smoke! How can my shoes be on fire? I don't have any other shoes to change into, I end up taking off the shoes, waiting a bit, hearing comments from unseen people about moving so fast my shoes caught on fire. So, I close my eyes and slow my breathing, and blindly put my shoes back on and wait a moment. I open my eyes and my shoes are OK. But then I see a digital clock with red numbers that has the time as 8:45.
Shit, I'm supposed to be there 1/2 hour earlier than the 9:00 test time! So I rush out the door (after making sure I had changed pants -- yep -- and that my shoes were OK -- yep -- I don't have time for this!) and as I try to find my car, I am trying the whole time to restart my phone! It won't work! But I keep trying.
***
Then ... Strangeness. I guess I am so into getting my stupid phone to work again, I am not paying attention, because I see a large double iron gate (it has a nice curved top to it, so it is for a mansion or something) and I see it closing on me! I rush forward and I am able to make it through and it closes behind me and I move forward a bit and ... hang on, I'm going to WALK to the test? I thought I was coming out here to get in my car! So I turn around to go through the gate again. When I see game characters playing a game and part of the game is to solve the puzzle of the gate. They solve it and I fear I am a bit too far away to simply follow them through. I beg at least one of them to hold the gate for me or something. It isn't going to work, it isn't going to work, it isn't .... oh good, it worked! One of them was nice enough and I make it through the gate! PHEW! Now to find the car ...
But that is when I hear that my phone has re-started! As I go to the car I am fiddling with the phone trying to have it tell me the time, but instead I have accidentally started a game!
I cannot quit the game! I have to play through it before I can get to a screen so I can exit it. So, I think I can do that, but realize it will take too long, so here I am concentrating on the screen so it takes up my view and practically makes me inside the game trying to get myself killed asap, but how many lives do they start me out with? I seem to be losing a lot, here. It is a side-scrolling action platformer. Old-school. Like Aladin.
I FINALLY die and can exit the game, but something else is going on right in front of me! This young woman comes running up to me, begging for help. It seems her friends are loosing themselves to a game, the game is becoming their reality! "See? She has already drawing one of my friends in with her!" I see a guy jumping and floating around as if by magic, only slightly following the laws of physics. I try to stop him, I try to help him, but then another person joins in! This is not going well, what do I do?
... Then I realize that none of that matters because I was in the middle of getting to me car to take my test, what am I doing here? I turn to tell the young woman I have to go, but she is not there.
I finally get to my car and ... it isn't starting. I finally get my car to start ... funnily enough it starts at the same time I am able to get my phone to restart in the way it is SUPPOSED to be! PHEW!
But, it is now late. The test is already underway now. I consider going anyway and trying to talk my way in, but I just give up. I have my cell phone screen go blank and that has the car stop running, and I walk crestfallen back to the house.
Dejected and in shock, I plop down in a chair in the unlit living room. The woman from the start of the dream is here. "I thought you were going to take a test?" yes "Didn't you start with plenty of time?" yes "Then why were you out there wasting time playing games?" "Look! Just leave me alone! I tried to get out of here but it did not work, OK? And those games were from you!" She didn't even try to deny it, she just laughed.
Soon after, I woke up. Well, I thought I did but it turns out I was still dreaming. I hear a knocking at the door. At first, it is just like my room/apt IRL. I don't even question it as it morphs into something else. I go up to a big wooden door with all these locks on it. Well, I need to open it, anyway to get out to take my test. But ... so many locks! I remove one and now they door can be opened on a chain a crack. There on the other side I see two men. The one with the gun pointed at me says "we found this place in the phone book." I close the door, re-lock it, and rush away. As I am rushing away I quickly put a seal on the door and call out for help like a prayer or "in the astral" or maybe I said "through the astral" in the dream. I know help is coming, but will my seal on the door hold? It does. I see a man in a standing position with his arms by his side floating down towards my house, then away. He has taken away the robbers, but I cannot tell if he is the help I asked for or was coming to collect his robbers.
I finally make it out the house from another exit, and get in my car. But I forget where I was going. Someone in the back seat of the car reminds me it is to get to my test "but you're too late!"
...
That is when I FINALLY wake in the waking world for real this time. I wake with test panic. What day is it? What time is it? 8:57 am? Shit, I am not going to make it!! But that only lasts a moment as I come to my cell phone (which is working perfectly fine) to confirm that it is only Thursday, not Saturday. Which makes sense because I knew when I went to sleep it was Wednesday, and I have to work on Friday before the test day. But still ... I had a moment of panic to start me out!
So now I am going to have to remember to set multiple alarms on my phone and also on alarm clocks for Saturday morning to be sure I do not miss my test? OK, John, do not panic. Just calm down. Writing this dream down helped take my mind off the fear, but I still need to be sure I wake up in time for the test on Saturday. It stats at 9 am and I am to be there 1/2 hour before the test stats.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Rest Stop
I am in a city. Probably American. Maybe on a coast/near water? I am driving around. I see a small group of shops which includes a McDonald's. I think about stopping to eat, but what to eat this late/early?
I don't recall if I stop for food, but I now I am driving around to the back of these shops. I keep on going parallel through a road connecting fields of parking lots until I see a change to old light gray asphalt quickly turning to gravel. Here is a sharp right turn and a turn off. I think 1 or 2 cars are already here? Maybe it is only me? But I decided I need to pull over and rest so I sleep in my cart here.
When I wake, there are several cars around me, all resting. Not long after I wake, I see one car, then another wake and drive quietly off. I hear some of their plans. I decide to drive off, too.
But I get turned around and a little lost trying to get out, so I have to back track to where I was napping in order to regain my barrings. This is when the alarm in the real world goes off.
I don't recall if I stop for food, but I now I am driving around to the back of these shops. I keep on going parallel through a road connecting fields of parking lots until I see a change to old light gray asphalt quickly turning to gravel. Here is a sharp right turn and a turn off. I think 1 or 2 cars are already here? Maybe it is only me? But I decided I need to pull over and rest so I sleep in my cart here.
When I wake, there are several cars around me, all resting. Not long after I wake, I see one car, then another wake and drive quietly off. I hear some of their plans. I decide to drive off, too.
But I get turned around and a little lost trying to get out, so I have to back track to where I was napping in order to regain my barrings. This is when the alarm in the real world goes off.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Dorminaraway
Dorm + seminar + away
I am in a place like a dorm room or an older place to stay.
Lots of people there, male and female, adults.
All there for ... what? Some kind of gathering. School, seminar, specialized vacation?
I spend time in my room, trying to take it all in. What is in this room and where is everything? I'm alone? What am I supposed to do next (as in is there a class to attend or an event or someone to meet or what?)
Great, this is starting to turn into a minutia-of-anxieties dream. Like do I have the key or whatever to get out of the room and get back in? Do I have my debit card? That bathroom is very big and very exposed I don't like that
So, I cut myself away from this room and just leave it.
Now I hear a group of people. They are talking about a special showing of a special movie.
That is all I an recall this long after the dream.
I am in a place like a dorm room or an older place to stay.
Lots of people there, male and female, adults.
All there for ... what? Some kind of gathering. School, seminar, specialized vacation?
I spend time in my room, trying to take it all in. What is in this room and where is everything? I'm alone? What am I supposed to do next (as in is there a class to attend or an event or someone to meet or what?)
Great, this is starting to turn into a minutia-of-anxieties dream. Like do I have the key or whatever to get out of the room and get back in? Do I have my debit card? That bathroom is very big and very exposed I don't like that
So, I cut myself away from this room and just leave it.
Now I hear a group of people. They are talking about a special showing of a special movie.
That is all I an recall this long after the dream.
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