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| 26-February-2008, 07:52 |
| Shoot & Run |
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Success in the dreaming world.
Yesterday: I'm following this guy in a car and he throws a gun out onto the road. I don't think that's a good sign and reach for 'my' 9mm (the one my Beloved bought me in waking life which I never actually plan to touch). We stop at the same place and he follows me. I turn and say to him, "You need to leave me alone." He doesn't listen. Second warning: "No. Seriously. You've picked the wrong target. Go away." He doesn't go away. I shoot him. I then run up a flight of stairs and call 911. "Listen. I shot this guy. I didn't kill him. I shot him because he tried to attack me first." Then... I have this thought... Why are you calling 911? This isn't really happening. In my dream I think I thought why are you calling about someone on the internet. I began trying to explain to the operator that it wasn't important.
My Beloved said, "What are you saying?"
Cue me realizing that I'm no longer dreaming and was speaking out loud.
Today: I dreamed that I was in the 1950s. I think I killed someone. I forget how now, but I wouldn't be surprised if I shot him. *laughs* I killed the person as he was trying to crawl for the telephone. I don't remember why. Knowing I'm a black woman that just killed someone in the "fucked up past," I set to running away. I get in this van and we're heading off. My sister and cousin are with me. I don't know who's driving.
While driving we discover we're lost. We figure, who cares, we'll just go to the wrong place. The driver stops to take a dump. Seriously. Because he (or she) asked us to hand him (or her) some toilet paper, which was in the van. While we're waiting my sister decides to turn the van around. She drives it into a ditch (a light inside the van blows) at which point I yell, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
We get into another car. My sister is being a butt about coming along so we leave her.
I end up at this facility which is what I recognize as my college. I see the college president and I'm all like, "I know this place!" I show the driver all the stuff and talk about what it later becomes.
BTW - 1950s seems to be a futuristic 1890s. They had clear water aquariums as tall as modern ones. Pretty!
I'm going over all these history facts I know. I try to get the President to recognize me, but he's all like, "Okay crazy black girl, keep moving." And I'm confused because I remember my University accepted black people before it was even a law to do so. *shrugs*
There's this one point where I see the placing of a green chair that is some historical artifact. Not true in waking life.
I get back to "present time" and tell the people at the university everything I know, especially about the artifact. The Univ. President doesn't remember me, even though I looked striking. *laughs* I even recounted what kind of prize dogs his wife had and all the photos in his office.
End dream.
Dude, in waking life, I don't even know who the Univ. Prez is.
YAY for remembering my cracked out dreams again!!! *dances*
After thought: I think I dreamed about my university because I was staring at the homecoming notification I got in the mail while dancing yesterday. BURNED IN MA BRAIN.
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| 25-December-2007, 11:07 |
| Dream... invocations |
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Lets just dive into this one.
I am sitting in a room, wooden floors, and I say to myself, I'm going to allow any spirit to enter my body. (Fuck knows why my dream self would say such a thing...)
The spirits, as I saw them, were very... anime inspired. They were transparent and bluish-white, but more like ornate cut outs than wispy humans. Um.. like they were mechanical looking almost, weird. Wish I could sketch it for you.
Anyway, they would come up from the floor, drift over to me (I'm looking at myself disembodied at this point) and "sink" in. A few would do this, but some would do it and I'd like glow for a moment. Then I'd wake up and want to do something.
I can't remember the things I did. They took place inside the house, some actions were just erratic behavior, some violent, some sexual, but after the mini spurt I'd fall back asleep and more of them started coming in - and more frequently.
Someone else in the house (unknown to me) commented that someone should stop me. Someone else said that I only got bad when one of the large ones got a hold of me.
Okay, it's gets pretty chaotic, and I am certainly losing control. One of the people there told me I needed to get rid of the principal spirit. For a moment, I thought the 'principal spirit' was the one controlling me, but just before I cut this cord (really, sorta like a phone cable), I said out loud, "I'm the principal spirit!" and I dropped the cord.
The spirit said, "Of course. I need you out of the way so that I can use this body to its full potential."
And I'm like... okay, I've had enough. I wanted to expel all the spirits I'd let in.
I kneeled to the floor and sat back on my feet and began meditating. I was imagining pushing everything out with each out breath. Not once did it occur to my dream self that it wouldn't work. I couldn't see any of the spirits leaving me at first. There was no evidence that it was working, other than the fact that nothing stopped me from meditating.
I did that for a bit and then switched to visualizing 'steeling' my outer shell, if you will. I closed myself to outside influences. I then saw the spirits again, some of them were trying to drift back, I pushed them away with my hand and they went back into the holes in the floor. When I saw most of them were gone I lifted my head and said loudly, "All those gates which were opening will remain closed."
Those other people there looked at me in something like shock and wonder.
I was completely giddy afterwards, bubbly even. I felt like I had gotten everything out because I felt so wonderful.
Three more spirits came up and I couldn't 'shoo' them away. One of the people present stated that I could do it because I had not called them.
These three looked like scruffy very young kittens and a Gray mother, black kitten and white kitten. One of the kittens fucking bit me, the black one, and I could not get it off, not even after banging it against the wall or willing it in front of its mother's face. I'm guessing it eventually let go on its own.
... and that was that dream.
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| 30-October-2007, 08:34 |
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So, in this dream, I asked a girl, related to me somehow, to get something from under the stove. She came back and reported that there was a goo under the stove and she couldn't get it.
I told my husband that she felt something under the stove and we should look at it. I thought that the water line we ran under there to the fridge may have a leak.
Somewhere in this dream was also my mother and my great aunt. My great aunt was standing on the bed, legs spread, naked as the day she was born.
Seriously. In fact, I think we were all naked. Quite interesting, but wholly irrelevant.
I went to open what should have been a drawer at the bottom of the stove, but it morphed into a cabinet.
I opened the cabinet and... OH CUTE! There were 2 mice. They had black snouts. One had a brown body and the other white. Cuteness! Then... I saw the dog, a ... dark sandy brown hound. really dark brown around the muzzle.
"What the fuck are mice and a dog doing in there?" I asked out loud.
Before I could close the cabinet, the dog walked out. I felt a bit nervous about him and wanted to usher him out the door of the house.
I couldn't get anyone to help me and when I went to touch him, he bit me.
Now I called this dog a hound, but I handled him like a small dog when he bit me. I was trying to keep that from happening mostly, but, well, he bit me, and I was sure at that moment he had rabies.
I woke up with my hand hurting. Quite disturbing.
But the mice were cute.
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I had a dream wherein a shopkeeper gave me a gate. It looks like the love child of a privacy and picket fence. It comes with this interesting door, with no manual, that the shopkeeper told me I'd enjoy.
I feel the gate is important. The estate had a fence, but I removed it.
I do not like gates or fences.
I *really* don't like picket fences and dislike privacy fences even more than that.
But... repeat refrain.
I think I'm going to take liberties with the "fence." I'll put it up. However, the appearance of this fence will be one that I can bring myself to like and appreciate.
That's how I'm going to work around this. The technology of the door and border, whatever that is, will hold, but it can't look that way. Just can't.
I do know I like wrong iron. I just don't know how I like it yet.
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| 05-October-2007, 06:35 |
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My alarm went off as I dreamed of sweeping.
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| 26-September-2007, 07:26 |
| Dream: A Message |
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My best friend mentioned she had sent me a message (via cellphone). I acknowledge that I knew about the message, but I was not able to read it yet.
Interesting dream, seeing as how, a week ago, she mentioned to me that in certain areas she would get a notification of a text message, but could not access it to read it.
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| 25-September-2007, 10:37 |
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Dream
I dreamed about being at this school. It was different from previous 'dream schools.' I was trying to visit things before darkfall. My husband was with me. I did some flirting with him, and we went outside to find it was dark. I looked around and noticed no one was outside. I scrambled my way into a small hut with open windows.
I saw something walking around outside and kept quiet. Somebody came along and got rid of the 'monsters.' My husband was complaining about what the person used, but the other person told him not to worry it was filled with vitamins and he got it straight from the vet.
There were other scenes earlier, but that dream made little sense already, no need to add to it. Okay, so there was this store that someone told me was too expensive to buy anything from. He only dropped his cart off there. I watched him drop the cart off, nearly began browsing the store, and then remembered not to and then left. See? *laughs*
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Roof
In the process of 'redrawing' the spirit house (I'm toying around with the name Nysidra Estate) and this time I'm doing it more file size and future render friendly. For instance, I have separate groups for the platforms and exterior walls and porches.
When I put the ceiling on the 2nd floor (I am also torn between what to call these floors. The basement I've decided will be partially exposed, the ground floor is okay, but the second floor is really the third.) I returned to a previous decision about creating the roof.
Roof design is serious business. This isn't exactly a square I'm placing an altered pyramid on. Yesterday, I gave it up and decided to let it go. It's just imaginary or some such nonsense I tell other people to fend them off.
I went to bed reconfiguring the roof in my mind before drifting off to sleep. I knew then that it was important to me and I'd spazz about it until I got it done.
So I've spent several hours looking at the roofs of large homes and sketching out how the hell I'm going to get this right. Save for a few gaps in the sketch, I think it's going to be all right. That's how the "Nysidra Estate" name came to me. I have newly discovered that to "compare notes" I need to look at pictures of estates, not mansions.
I also noticed that multi-level / split-level home have more appealing roof lines. So I've marked parts of my severely amateur roof plan to include low, medium, and high roof slopes.
With the roof sketched out, my spazz should go to a lull. I'm not going to put it in the 3D plans until I've finished with the interior walls.
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| 05-September-2007, 06:48 |
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Remember that scene in Poltergeist where there's this wormhole in the ceiling? (Where old things were falling out of it, not the entrance in the closet.)
I created one of those in my dream last night. I could through things up into it and I heard it fall in hallway in the next room. It was a blue flame, and you just had to touch it to be sucked up into it.
I thought about going up. I even took a blanket to the hallway and placed it down to soften my fall when I came out on the other side. I chickened out. Why? Well... I thought about Poltergeist. What if I come out with ectoplasmic goo all in my airway? Who will hold me and call me Sweet Pea?!
Seriously. I stared up at my creation and balked because I was alone.
I had a long series of dreams, lots of detail. When I woke up I kept repeating to myself, "I created a Poltergeist wormhole. I created a wormhole. Don't forget."
If I remembered nothing else, I wanted to remember that. That's just too fucking cool.
Even if I bitched out on trying it.
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| 29-August-2007, 07:06 |
| Oh how I wonder |
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"Is there anybody out there?" My dream character in the dream MMO typed into global chat.
"I wonder, oh how I wonder," A character replied. I saw him walk by with the bubble over his head. "I'm a 26 too," he added.
There was a third person. When I woke up, I remembered what she said. When I remarked how amazed I was at how much dialog I had remembered...
Just that quickly, it all faded away.
This dream was brought to me by my first night in the Tabula Rasa beta.
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Incidentally, cutting the tip off a permanent marker greatly improves its performance. True facts.
I realize now that I can easily get my energy back after evocations. However, I need to work on keeping it up during the process. Perhaps like a muscle the fatigue will give way to strength later. I will certainly find out, because the work will continue. I will work around the yawning for the time being.
I dreamed of squares last night, drawing them. The dream had more to it, characters, dialog. I don't recall the details. The dream had plenty to do with the plans I have worked on for the past two weeks.
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| 27-August-2007, 06:32 |
| Cat & Mouse |
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I'm not too interested in recounting my dream. Suffice it to say I was evading a pursuer and it was full of fail at the end. Although, I did manage to sneak back in the building to retrieve my notebook, but did not stop them from poking the shit out of me with that needle thing.
As I woke up I mused how my heart was racing as if it were a nightmare, but how I felt more pissed than anything that I didn't get away.
But I really wanted to get back in there and get my journal, so there.
The setting was at the "dream college." One of the back buildings. I was using the public bathroom to hide in between infiltration attempts.
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| 15-August-2007, 06:09 |
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The water was dark blue and I had the sense of a rip current, though I've never actually experienced one in waking life. I needed to get to shore, but I knew it was useless to swim in that direction. I let the current carry me away. Serious dark blue ambiance with the land looking black. The current began to carry me near another shore and I surged toward it and climbed out of the water, thankful it had not gotten too deep.
Once on land I saw someone and spoke with them. Who and what alludes me.
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| 13-August-2007, 06:20 |
| $8 for water?! |
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This dream plays on a lot of actual real memories.
I parked my car a ways down from the corner store. I had just bought a bottle of water, but I wanted a second. "You don't need a second," *she* said, but I protested with, "but I want one."
I go inside the store, passing a scruffy dirty blond guy in a red shirt smoking a cig. It's changed a bit since I was there as a child, and a bit more since I last visited it in my dreams. There's a new person behind the counter, slightly chubby, brunette. I found where they stocked the water and grabbed a 20 oz bottle. He rang it up. "8.34", he told me.
I looked at him and looked at the bottle of water. "It's just the water I'm getting."
"It's $8."
"You've got to be kidding me." I reached in my purse and put a lot of change on the counter. If he's going to charge that much, I thought, then he can count it out himself.
Two handfuls of change were in my purse, and the $10 bill. [Less change, but an exact account of what was in my purse this morning.] I hid the 10.
He counted all my change, gave me a stack of dollar bills. "Really?" I said, wondering if I really had that much change in my purse.
I saw a childhood friend and 2 other guys that looked like they could be his brothers or cousins in the store. [This guy actually only has a younger sister in waking life.] He said hello to me and I smiled back. He then alerted me that I had a "bat in the cave." I thank him, and walked out of the store, clearing my nose as I left.
Where's my car?
I looked at where I knew I had parked my car and places I *might* have. I walked back to the store's entrance and asked red-shirt guy, "Did you hear a tow-truck earlier?"
"Sure did."
"It's 15 minute parking. What's with that?"
"You should get them to reimburse you," he offered.
I walked back in the store. "What's the number of the tow-truck company you use?"
"What?" The cashier asked.
"The tow-truck company, What's the number?"
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"What did you just say?", my husband mumbled.
*My alarm starts going off*
Well, fuck it, I thought getting out of bed to shut off the alarm. Guess the tow-truck doesn't matter anymore.
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| 12-August-2007, 08:15 |
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forward note: none of the events in this dreams seems to have any relevance to my waking life
I had a dream that my cousins and my aunt went to this facility to undergo a "rebirthing" process. This is where they make the kids feel like they are born again. My youngest cousin had no issues. My older cousin came through the process and there was some chatter about him. Some guy used the word "warrior" to describe him and then another person at the facility said that he was a killer of souls and could not be reborn.
Me and my aunt are sneaking around the facility. There are several small robotic items. I overheard something, can't recall what, but it got me in trouble. I held out my hand for my aunt's keys and ran to the car.
I had the engine started and doors unlocked, waiting for her to run out. She did, but then professed that she forgot something. "Hurry the fuck up," I yelled at her.
Some other girl came out, passing my aunt at the door to the facility and asked, "Where's your aunt?"
"You just passed her!" I yelled.
She ran back to find my aunt and my aunt came out the door. The other girl ran out and security was behind her. I started backing out slowly allowing my aunt to get in the car. I left the other woman behind.
I saw the security people draw their guns and held my head down as I sped the car away. "They aren't going to get me," I said to my aunt.
"Don't be so sure of that." This was from the security person. I hard this and he had heard me. He then fired.
I ran the car as far as i could and started running non-stop. Over the hills and through the woods type running. I dove into water and stuff. This did not stop this single missile from following me.
I found my way to a house. I made all kinds of crazy tracks in it. I figured it was tracking my running. That as long as it could find a spot where my feet had been, it would find me. That's why diving in water didn't help, because it could ascertain where I would emerge, though it did slow it down.
I did some stealthy stuff until I was holding my breath over a cabinet hoping it had gotten lost.
A young girl walked into the kitchen and I waved at her, using my best "Hi. I'm just hiding here." face.
She waved back, got herself something to eat, and handed me something and then walked out the kitchen.
I ate it, but did not move.
Then a boy walked in. I waved at him and he waved back, totally nonchalant.
I calmed down a bit and got to my feet. Eventually, the mother came home. Fair woman, brown hair, long, thick rimmed glasses, blue dress. "Hey, Bianca, how are you doing?" That's how she greeted me.
I said hi, but I didn't know this woman. I thought I did know her from somewhere else. I felt like I'd seen her picture before. [In my dream I got the idea that I knew her "in waking life."]
So, somehow we got to talking about why I was there and in retracing my steps and doing some dumb shit, the missile found me again and I was back to running through the house. It attached itself to my clothes and I was in some high tension as I got the shirt off me and tried to smash it. The thing made my whole body feel sorta electro-numb like a mild shock was trying to pass its way through me.
I didn't know how the missile worked, but I left it crumpled up in my shirt on the floor.
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I'm not sure if this is tied to the original dream, but I had a "Whenever you need me, call me" type deal with this witch named Julia. This is a recurring event. I remembering dealing with Julia before. I remember calling on her before after having done something for her.
I was in a cafe with this guy. He was charming, cute. [This WAS connected to the previous dream] He was saying things that made me blush. *grins* When these two people walked into the diner. They quickly left again and I knew I needed to go.
They caught me as I was about to leave. The female did nothing, but the man struggled with me as he tried to grab me by the arm. He eventually did and I got the sense of impending death and doom.
I ran out of the diner and screamed Julia's name. She appeared and laid her hands on me and healed me. Then she yelled about how stupid I was for going out in public so soon after evading them. That she shouldn't have been needed for something so trivial.
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And there is an extremely typical series of events in the type of dreams I have.
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| 01-July-2007, 13:59 |
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I was attending some sort of banquet and a gentlemen there handed me a pair of glasses and told me to wear them.
I wear glasses in waking life, and the style of the ones he handed me were small, round, and had a thick black rim. I did not find them flattering.
As I passed a mirror I glanced at myself and thought they looked quite cool.
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My phone woke me up this morning, and my recall of this dream wasn't complete until I talked to someone else about glasses.
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| 30-June-2007, 19:03 |
| Stale, but still fragments remain |
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I dreamed about rain and mud and cleaning.
I remember waking up and needing to pee.
Wait, what did we just dream about?
Good question. I lay still just long enough to know I was cleaning up the house, not the house I lived in, not exactly the house I grew up in, but a house I was no less familiar with. I cleaned with my sister and mother, or at least people my dream self identified as such.
My waking mother would order me around and my waking sister would complain.
Towards the end of the dream I walked outside to a back porch. The rain had stopped. I think I touched a plant or was holding a frog... something. Either way, I ended up with mud in my hand.
I sensed the overall mood of the dream as peaceful, productive, and refreshing.
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| 25-June-2007, 10:51 |
| Speaking of dreams... |
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I woke up crying this past weekend because someone I knew had died in a fire.
The odd part had to do with the actual crying. I did not cry because I missed her or because "I was thinking of our last moments together" as someone suggested at the funeral.
I cried because of the way she died, how accidental it all went down (dropping a match).
Death happens, I thought, but what a sucky way to go.
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| 21-June-2007, 09:17 |
| Puzzling dreams |
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Puzzle games, if I play them often enough, seep into my brain like a retina burn-in.
As I lay down last night, relaxing and preparing to fall asleep, I visualized neat images, shapes, and combos for this puzzle / rpg I have for my Nintendo DS. I tried to think of something else, but the game kept coming back.
Unfortunately, this doesn't explain the dream I remembered this morning.
I can't detail the dream I remembered this morning, because I don't recall it anymore.
Typical.
Suffice it to say that weirdness had a part.
This is world is full of love we still have hope.
I recall the dream I had before I went to get my hair highlighted for the first time. My mother brushed my hair, preparing me for the appointment. I found that one odd because she advised me against coloring my hair.
My dreams, when I remember them, typically do not contain people I know, do not take place in scenery I recognize, and have little to do with my waking life.
I enjoy these points. Dreams are truly an escape for me, weird as they develop.
You should write them down.
I did once. That habit didn't last long. Five of sever days of the week I get out of my bed before the sun breaks the horizon, turn off the alarm, pee, brush teeth, shower, hair, dress, take my vitamins, grab my stuff, drive to work.
Thirty five minutes elapse between the time I rise from my bed to the time I crank my car.
I have little time for reflecting on insanity in the hours before. I giggle on that while I'm in the shower and let it fade with the sunlight throughout the day.
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