Archive for 'Dreams'

Febo02

reconscious

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My daughter

Tonight I dreamt about my daughter again. She was about 8 years old in the dream. Her hair was long and straight and her skin was a tan olive-tone. This is the second night in a row I’ve dreamt about her. The strange thing is, when I met her it was like I was meeting her for the first time. She lived with another family where she seemed lonely and isolated. I gave her a coloring book and introduced myself but she already knew my name and that I was her father. We got to know each other and after a while it felt like we had been best friends all of our lives. I’ve never felt such intense emotional connection to anyone in my life. I wasn’t prepared for such an overwhelming feeling of love for another person. When I woke up and realized it was all a dream I felt lonely- like a part of me was now gone. I’m looking forward to meeting her again.

Sepo24

reconscious

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Mirror of society *dying dream*

My dream tonight started out like one big drunken frat party. I was wandering around some city with about 15 people my age, none of whom I knew or recognized from my real like except my friend Uriah. Uriah and I seemed to be close friends with this girl, whose name I never knew. The three of us separated ourselves from the group a little bit. We didn’t feel like we fit in with their loud obnoxious drunkenness. At one point our group wandered into an apartment building parking lot where we all stood and watched a girl dance on the stairs to the second floor. She was dancing very slowly and quite seductively. I had to force myself to break my eye contact with her and when I did I noticed the entire group, this group who was defined by loudness and idiotic behavior was completely quiet now. they were as content as lemmings being led to their deaths. They all starred at this woman, some of them with their mouths open in disbelief. it was then that the thought occurred to me that she was probably a siren and as such her intent was probably far deeper than just dancing for a crowd of stupid boys. I decided it would be in my best interest and the best interests of my friends to get out of there. I pulled Uriah, and yes, I literally had to PULL him away from there. The other girl with whom I was a good friend came along with us as well. We walked down the street and found a very deserted looking pizza hut… only it wasn’t pizza hut, the sign said Mexi-hut. The parking lot was completely empty and the building had the air of an empty eggshell. I said to them that I thought it was closed, or had gone out of business. Despite my comments we still walked to the front door which was open and went inside. Once inside the building completely change in appearance. It was as busy as a popular New-York nightclub on Saturday night. People were everywhere. We walked to the counter and asked for a pizza. The man told us that the pizzas were in the back and pointed over the heads of the hundreds of people. We squeezed our way towards the back mostly hugging the walls but occasionally pushing through the crowds when we had to. Once we were about half way there a man spoke to the entire crowd over a loud speaker, “the pizza is ready, please move to the back if you want it!” Suddenly the entire room began moving with us towards the pizza. I felt relieved, as if we all had a common goal and attaining it would be much easier now that we were all working together. The crowd was moving as one big entity now. I felt like I was a leaf in a river genially being guided along to what I knew irrevocably was my fate. The closer we got tot he back of the building the more excited I got. And the more palpable the emotions I the room became. I felt like I could read all the people around me. They were mostly excited, elated, very happy, and these emotions rubbed off on me. I was vicariously experiencing everything through them. I felt as if we were all the same, the same body and mind. Suddenly I felt a sense of fear, but the fear wasn’t coming from me. It was coming from one of the people in the very front of the crows. Someone whom I was envious of because they were the first to get to the pizza. I couldn’t understand why they were scared; it didn’t make sense to me. what was there to possibly be afraid of? I lifted my head up and looked over the heads of the people in front of me and understood. The pizza wasn’t pizza at all; it was a big gaping black hole that we were all being pushed into. The worst part about it was that nobody was forcing us into this hole. We were pushing ourselves in. the people in the back, in their feverish excitement were pushing forward and pushing the people in the front into the hole. It was a terrible cycle that I had gotten myself right in the middle of. I tried to get away. I tried to push myself out of the crowd but I couldn’t. We were all packed so tightly that I could barely move my arms. I turned and explained to Uriah that were weren’t getting pizza.. we were going to be killed. He laughed at me and said don’t worry, the pizza will come, it will be warm and delicious, like nothing you’ve ever tasted before. I felt panic and utter hopelessness and frustration and fear and guilt and hate and envy and loathing all at once. This feeling nearly killed me. And I wish it had for I knew now that the woman dancing on the stairs wasn’t the siren, consumption was. And the group of obnoxious frat boys we’d left in the parking lot weren’t the lemmings. We were.

Sepo22

reconscious

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Warm snow without a past

Tonight i dreampt that i was in the arctic wilderness. I was walking through the snow in a blizzard. The snow was blowing around with such ferocity that it felt like a thousand needles crashing into my face. I didn’t know why i was there, where i was going, or how to stay alive, all i knew was that i had to keep walking. I turned and looked behind me and saw more people walking in the snow. I knew that if i wanted to survive i would be better off with a group of people than by myself so i walked towards them. One person was tall with heavy facial hair. He spoke very calmly and slowly, almost as if he had no idea of the dire situation we were all in. With him were 3 girls, who i presumed were all his daughters. 2 of them were young, about 10 or 11 years old and the other one was my age. When she got close enough i realized it was Deejay from the TV show Full House. We all began walking together through a ravine with huge cliff walls on each side. The ravine was a welcome sight because it provided shelter from the harsh winds. We stopped a moment to rest in the ravine. I asked them where they had come from and if they knew how we all got here. They didn’t understand what i meant. They said they had always been here and so had i. I tried to argue with them. I tried to tell them that i came from a different place but i couldn’t. i had no recollection of ever being anywhere else. I realized that i had always been there, and nowhere else. my entire life as i remembered it was nothing but walking in snow. They then said it was time to go and we continued walking through the ravine. The path started to get steeper and steeper until we had to crawl on our hands and knees to keep our footing. I began to hear a loud rumbling noise and decided it was probably an avalanche. I wasn’t afraid. I felt nothing but apathy really. I could see the avalanche getting closer and closer to us. It seemed like it took an eternity to actually reach us. When it did I was surprised because it felt warm. It felt like warm water twirling me around in the ocean. I became fixated on the feeling of the water and the feeling of not knowing which way was up and which way was down. It was an amazing feeling.

Jano01

reconscious

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Alligator suicide *dying dream*

My dream tonight started out in the downtown Portland library. Melissa and I were looking at books in the art section of the library. I found one that had charcoal drawings of buildings in it. It was interesting because the charcoal from the pictures was getting on my fingers, so it had to be a collection of the artist’s original drawings. Content with my find I sat down to start looking through the book. Most of the drawings were of buildings, not old buildings or castles like you’d normally see, these drawings were of modern buildings. It was almost like an architectural study. I turned the page of the book and saw myself in one of the pictures. It was a black and white charcoal picture of me floating in a river with a large building in the background. The next thing I remember was actually being in the river with Melissa. We were just bobbing around in the water. We weren’t cold or uncomfortable… we were actually kind of happy to be swimming. We started swimming down river, letting the current take us wherever it wanted. I look behind me and saw a large alligator right next to Melissa. I imagined the alligator biting her and eating her. I calmly told her to swim towards me as fast as she could without making a lot of movement in the water. She looked behind her and saw the alligator and seemed very unconcerned. She slowly swam towards me. At that time the current in the river picked up a lot and we were rushed down the water at great speeds. We could see alligators in the water in front of us and did our best to swim out of their way. Sometimes we weren’t so successful and bounced off them, narrowly missing their deadly bite. We got to a point in the river where there were too many alligators to successfully navigate around them. I told Melissa to follow me and swam out of the river and onto the bank. Once on the bank we began running alongside the river and onto a path that cut through the jungle. We were running really fast and jumping really high. I felt like I was in a video game jumping over alligators and collecting arbitrary shiny things. After running for what seemed like an endless amount of time and jumping over countless alligators we arrived at a small pond, which I realized then had been our destination all along. In the pond were thousands of alligators. I turned to Melissa and told her that if we went in the pond we would surely die and suggested we go to the beach where there weren’t any alligators instead. She said very calmly, and in the most monotone voice I’ve ever heard come out of her “no, this will do.” and we walked into the pond.

Jano31

reconscious

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Last night I drempt I was God.

Last night I drempt I was God.
My dream started out in the Portland Lloyd Center mall. I was walking through the mall looking at all the people. I think I was secretly gathering information on the human race. I was watching them with great detail as they bought their merchandise and most specifically I was watching how they interacted with each other. I decided I needed to do something, I needed to change something. I noticed in the middle of the mall was a child playing the keyboard while her parents ate food in the food court. This was very inspirational I guess, as I felt a rise of energy come through my body. I decided I was going to teach children. I was going to educate them and experience them in the fundamental principals of being a good human being. I started by teaching all the children in the mall to play the piano. Being god, I realized I had the power to be everywhere at once so I taught every child on the planet how to play the piano. Next I decided to teach them every language I felt they could contain in their minds, my reasoning behind this was that If they all could talk to one another it would form a sort of planetary cohesion never before experienced. It would bring the future countries of the world together as friends rather than estranged neighbors. I then decided to teach them about religion. I taught them about ALL religions, not merely the ones that worshiped me (god). I taught them about the peacefulness of trees and the friendships of ants. I taught them everything that everyone should know but never bothers to learn. These children were to be the future of mankind and I felt an obligation to set them off on the right foot. I made the Portland Lloyd center mall my base of operation. I spent all my time there (in my physical consciousness) with the children. We would play the piano together and talk. I assigned them all jobs to help me.
I began to get more and more angry parents visiting us. They said that I was poisoning their children with the dogma of other cultures and alienating their children from them. They complained that their children rarely spoke in English. I laughed and said I didn’t blame them. I rarely speak in English either.

Sepo12

reconscious

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From Russia with love *dying dream*

Tonight my dream started with me walking through a market of some sort. It looked and seemed like Mexico but I later found out it was Russia. I was wandering through the market, looking at all the vendors and people. I managed to get out of the market somehow and wander into a bad neighborhood. I was a little nervous but figured I’d be fine. Some kid came up and asked me if I wanted some drugs in a language I didn’t understand. I couldn’t make out the words but I knew exactly what he was saying. I shook my head and kept going. I turned onto a street that was on a slight downward gradient, like the streets you’d see in San Francisco. There were children in their yards throwing balls of dough into the street and yelling “pan, pan!” I picked up a ball and threw it back to one of them. His face lit up and it turned into a game of catch with the dough.
The next thing I remember was renting myself a hotel room on Red Square in Russia. I was there with one of my friends, but I don’t remember whom. I remember being really paranoid about everything. I crawled out onto a balcony that overlooked Red Square and took pictures of some man while staying low on my stomach. The next thing I remember was being inside my room and writing on an old wooden desk. Somebody came up behind me with an angry look on his face. I asked him if i was making too much noise and he said no in Russian. He then said he was sorry and stabbed me in the side with a knife he had hidden in his sleeve. I remember thinking that the knife didn’t go in very far, that it must have gotten stuck on one of my ribs. I took my opportunity, the only opportunity i thought i had to strike back, and stabbed him in the stomach with a knife I had in my sleeve. He groaned and fell over and pulled me down with him. I fell on top of him and realized he had a gun in his hand that was smashed in between our two bodies but pointing at me. I heard a loud bang and felt a burning sensation in my back. My body went really cold and I could feel myself dying.
Thats when i woke up.

Sepo09

reconscious

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Money is worthless

Tonight my dream started in some sort of market. Like the Saturday market if you’re familiar with Portland. Many of my friends were in my dream as well. Heather, Justin, Christi, turner, Roo, and Melissa were all walking around this marketplace with me. Heather was buying a pair of earrings and I was looking for a present for my mother’s birthday. We seemed to split up and go our own ways in the market place. Justin and I ended up in a booth that sold “devil sticks” and Justin managed to break one. The man who owned the booth was an eastern Indian looking man. He started yelling at Justin in some foreign tongue, and to my surprise, Justin was yelling back in the same language. Eventually they came to the agreement that Justin would only pay half of the cost of the devil sticks since he broke them. So he did, and we continued on our way. After that my dream switched to us all being in a room with a gigantic pool. In the pool was a killer whale that people were riding. Christi started telling us all about the killer whale, what he ate, how much he weighed, his name, and countless other facts you’d never really want to know about a killer whale. Then my dream shifted to me and Melissa driving down Cerrillios road (a road in Santa Fe). I got lost somehow and pulled off the road into a bank parking lot. Melissa said “oh great! I needed to go to the ATM anyway”. So we got out of the car and went into a small room that had the ATM in it. For some reason this ATM had a coin slot in it and Melissa accidentally put a quarter into it. When she pushed the coin release to get her quarter back the ATM spit out 5 quarters. We got excited and started pushing the coin release over and over, each time getting more and more money. After a few minutes the ATM informed us that it was out of change, told us to take it’s paper money, and popped open it’s front cover exposing the money inside. At precisely this time we notice a security guard walking our way so we turned off the lights in the room and walked away as casually as we could. The security guard turned the lights on, noticed the open ATM, and called for backup over his radio while pulling his gun on us. We tried to explain what had happened but he wouldn’t listen to us. He looked really nervous and fidgety. I was worried he would shoot one of us because he was shaking so much… and maybe he did. Guess I’ll never know. That’s where my dream ended.

Sepo07

reconscious

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Yummy mushroom puffballs!

My dream tonight seemed like it might have been influenced by the Lord of the Rings movies. I had something, a small, round, black object that people wanted from me. The dream consisted mostly of me running from these people, who seemed to be both human and not human. I felt a sense of panic because they seemed to be much faster and more agile than I was. Throughout the dream I wasn’t sure if it was real or if I was an actor in a movie. I kept noticing editing errors in my dream. You know, like when in one scene there are three apples on the table and in the next there are only 2…. that kind of thing. I remember being in a car that had flipped over onto it’s back side, only my hair wasn’t falling towards the ground… it was laying on my shoulders like it normally does. I then realized that if I was in a movie, the cameraman was just flipping the camera to make it look like I was upside down. The next thing I remember was giving the small black object to someone who I decided was my friend. After that we walked into the forest and found a gigantic mushroom. The mushroom was probably 8 feet tall and had a thick dense trunk. We sat under it, this person and I, and ate small round puffy things that fell from the mushroom. They tasted like cotton candy but had the texture of dry warm jello. We sat there eating the mushroom puffies until we noticed lights coming from the forest. They were red and blue, like the lights on a cop car. They were coming closer and closer to us so we hid underneath a log. Eventually I could make out what it was… the lights were coming from a fire truck that was driving through the forest. The truck was flanked by about 20 firefighters that seemed very alert and almost nervous. One of them walked up to us and I felt a lump form in my throat. I figured they were here to arrest us for eating the mushroom. He told us that they were going to have to rope off this area of the forest and if we didn’t leave we would be trapped inside. We agreed to leave and packed as many mushroom puffballs as we could before we left.
That was the last thing I remember…

Sepo07

reconscious

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Hanky fish is yum!

Tonight my dreams were kinda scattered and didn’t really follow any logical progression. I remember being on the streets of some city with Melissa. there was a man following us. I think it was Newman from Sienfield. He was fat and talked just like Newman. We hurried down the street and ducked into some woman’s house. We later found out that it was Gweneth Paltrow’s house. She apparently knew us because she wasn’t at all surprised that were in her house. We explained to her that Newman was following us and we didn’t know what he wanted. Wt about that time there was a knock on the door and we saw that it was him. Gweneth let him in and asked what he wanted. He said that he would explain over dinner and offered to pay for us all to go out to eat. We all agreed and went to a fancy sushi bar. When we got to the sushi bar Newman kinda faded from the dream and the focus was shifted on the sushi bar. We were all sitting in a line on the front of the bar while the chefs cooked the sushi just on the other side. Where was also a small conveyor belt that traveled the length of the bar carrying sushi on it. I remember Melissa trying to convince me to try this kind of sushi with “hanky” fish in it. I was reluctant because I don’t normally like fish but I agreed to try it. It tasted like chocolate.

Sepo04

reconscious

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Free money, yo.

Tonight my dream started in some sort of market. Like the Saturday market if you’re familiar with Portland. Many of my friends were in my dream as well. Heather, Justin, Christi, turner, Roo, and Melissa were all walking around this marketplace with me. Heather was buying a pair of earrings and I was looking for a present for my mother’s birthday. We seemed to split up and go our own ways in the market place. Justin and I ended up in a booth that sold “devil sticks” and Justin managed to break one. The man who owned the booth was an eastern Indian looking man. He started yelling at Justin in some foreign tongue, and to my surprise, Justin was yelling back in the same language. Eventually they came to the agreement that Justin would only pay half of the cost of the devil sticks since he broke them. So he did, and we continued on our way. After that my dream switched to us all being in a room with a gigantic pool. In the pool was a killer whale that people were riding. Christi started telling us all about the killer whale, what he ate, how much he weighed, his name, and countless other facts you’d never really want to know about a killer whale. Then my dream shifted to me and Melissa driving down Cerrillios road (a road in Santa Fe). I got lost somehow and pulled off the road into a bank parking lot. Melissa said “oh great! I needed to go to the ATM anyway”. So we got out of the car and went into a small room that had the ATM in it. For some reason this ATM had a coin slot in it and Melissa accidentally put a quarter into it. When she pushed the coin release to get her quarter back the ATM spit out 5 quarters. We got excited and started pushing the coin release over and over, each time getting more and more money. After a few minutes the ATM informed us that it was out of change, told us to take it’s paper money, and popped open it’s front cover exposing the money inside. At precisely this time we notice a security guard walking our way so we turned off the lights in the room and walked away as casually as we could. The security guard turned the lights on, noticed the open ATM, and called for backup over his radio while pulling his gun on us. We tried to explain what had happened but he wouldn’t listen to us. He looked really nervous and fidgety. I was worried he would shoot one of us because he was shaking so much… and maybe he did. Guess I’ll never know. That’s where my dream ended.