4-11-09 The Large Woman Attacks

View was first person the entire time.

Scene 1:

A large woman and her husband and kids were out in front of a run down home in the middle of a dying countryside in Spring. The were under a short covered patio, shooting BB guns at something distant, like a can on a log or something. The direction of their bullets came toward me though, and shot my hair above my head. I had the kids with me. I screamed at the lady to knock it off.

We started fighting oustide, then in their house, and although she was very large, I was able to throw her down but couldn't keep her down. She wasn't trying to fight much; she seemed lazy and not so furiously angry. I took a broom and hit her with it, and it broke in half. I looked up, surprised and she came behind me and wrapped her arm around my neck. I took the half of a broomstick that I had left and tried to swing it behind me to hit her, but she turned invisible and could not be hit any longer. Though I could faintly see her, as a ghostlike image, the broomstick just went through her and she laughed. I started yelling for help but could hardly get any sound out, but eventually was able to yell and the woman and her husband turned invisible and hid someplace in the house. No one came to help though.


Scene 2/3:
The large woman and I are now sitting at opposite ends of a long, oval wooden table. My kids are sitting on the sides of the table and knew of her attack. She seemed thinner and was a lawyer now, but it was still the same woman. There were small glasses of water on the table in front of everyone and she encouraged us to drink. The kids did and the view went from the group sitting at the table to what was now going on in their brains. The water had something in it, that if they though about the attack that happened, it would combine with the chemical in the water and it would turn fatal. The way my mind visualized this was a glass-looking round shape, maybe like a thick petri dish but not spherical and thicker than a usual petri dish. It was filled with brightly colored swirly, powdery smoke of pink and green. Once the circle was filled the person would die. I had to keep the kids from remembering what she did or they would die quickly. I attacked her again and she went invisible again, but everyone turned out to be fine.

Scene 4:
I saw the large woman, her husband and kids at a bus stop outside their shack with all of the things from their home, as well as things stolen from a nearby hotel (like the toilet lid covers), all packed and stacked around them while they waited for the bus. I saw them and decided if they were leaving I would leave them alone.

4-4-09 A brief visit to lucidity

There were so many dreams that I no longer remember from last night.

I was sitting at a wooden picnic table with benches; there were 2-3 people next to me on the bench eating and Phillip was on the other side with others eating beside him too. It was night and we were outdoors. I looked up at Phillip and said, "Hey Phillip! I'm dreaming right now!" And it was as though we was there for my lucid dream. He said, "Really? Cool!" I kept looking around me, waiting for something weird like knives coming up out of the ground, but I didn't see anything out of the norm. *Note: Rhonda had just told me about a lucid dream of hers where the point she realized that she was dreaming was when she saw knives coming out of the carpet, thus why I was looking for that.

I was in a dark, empty fairground, or just some small, underdeveloped part of town, and I was cruising around with Bruce Willis. I think he thought people were following him & he was trying to lose them. (*Note: last night I saw a movie with a trailer for the new movie with Adam Sandler where he's got some kind of terminal illness and gets better; there was a line where he references to the Dr. that he looks like the guy who's trying to kill Bruce Willis in the movies.) We went into a small room where he was staying in a hotel. There were boxes and the room was mostly empty (*My room is still packed up from the move.) He built bronze sculptures (*...my job, working for a bronze sculptor). We sat on the carpet and looked up at a box sitting on top of an empty bookcase. It spun around like one of those sunglass racks or something, and I looked over at him. He was pulling on a paperclip on the floor that was tied to a string going toward the wall behind him, and eventually led to the box which was what was causing it to spin. I remember another dark haired girl in the dream and the other dreams from last night, but I can't recall any more details.

3/31/09 - Arabs Destroy America

Setting: Post Arab/Israeli war. I was surrounded by other Americans so I believed the setting to be the U.S., though it could have been one of the countries involved and we may have been captives. Overcast skies, sun is just beginning to set.

Perspective: first person.

I'm walking through a gift shop. The doors are open and the room is lit up by the glow of the white, overcast sky. I decided to look for a birthday cards. (*Kevin's birthday is in a few days and I got Vincent a card to give him yesterday.) Next to the cards was a rack of journals. One of them had already been written on, but only the first and last page. It was a journal that belonged to my friend Nicole Pippin. When I reached this part of my dream, I remembered that I had a prior dream the same night about hanging out with her and some other girl friends of mine, but I can't remember that part of the dream right now.

My friends and I walk out of the shop, and though the preceding scene of this dream seemed relatively commonplace, it is now clear that things are not normal.

Our nation is destroyed; most of the population is dead, though bodies don't lie around. Buildings are demolished but the American survivors have begun to set up shops in what is left of the most stable buildings and slowly try to clean up and start over. The sky is completely overcast, and from the glow behind the clouds it looks like it is now about 7:00-7:30pm; the sun is just starting to set.

There are not many people around, there is no visible plant life, and all the buildings are destroyed around us. The only people I can see in any direction are the 40 or so that are immediately around me. They are sitting under a large, covered outdoor patio in front of a crumbling stone building, of which I had the impression was a theater of some kind... or used to be at least. They are just hanging out; some are eating, and the tables and benches appear to be built from stone as well. This is the most stable-looking building in the area. The opening to this building has no door; it is like a rectangular cave entrance. I am with two Israeli friends of mine (who I do not recognize in real life) one man and one woman. Both appear to be in their late 20's - early 30's in age, both slender, dark hair, wearing average-looking jeans & t-shirts. We sit down at a table amongst some of those other people; a couple of whom I recognize as Brandon Becker and another as Daniel Dietz.

A woman leader comes out, she appears trustworthy, though I get a cold vibe from her. My friends got up from their table and were walking away from the building, talking to each other before going separate directions toward their individual modes of transportation. As we are walking away I realize that I have Vincent with me. I am not sure what happened to the rest of my family and friends, but I was carrying him at my chest with some sort of makeshift front-baby-backpack thing. We are each walking in separate directions, and the woman figure comes out of the stone building and motions with her hands for the group to go inside. I got the feeling that my friends and I were supposed to go in there as well, but no one came to stop us from leaving.

As we walked away, the guy friend tells us that he is glad that the Arabs were victorious. The girl friend turns to walk backwards so she can face him as she shouts in response, "How could you say that when they are the ones who did this?" I seemed to wonder as well. I was closer in distance to him than she was, so he looks to me and talks as though I would understand his thinking more and says,

"Whether they win or not, all we can hope for is that we will not be there."

I understood him to mean that whatever was coming would be worse to live through. He was saying that he would have rather had died in whatever caused this devastation than to have survived it to remember it, and that it was going to get worse.

By now the three of us were to the places we were walking; the girl to her beat up car, the guy to some sort of 'low-rider unicycle' looking thing... it did not look like a unicycle though it had only one wheel; it was more like a single-seater car that was missing a lot of parts. His was parked in a run down gas station and he lit up a cigarette. This might explain why the place didn't explode. I was with Vincent and was about to sit on a bike to go wherever I had to go to. I looked back at the stone building and as the crowd walked in, they looked down on us for not going with them, though I have no idea why; I think they just didn't understand why we wouldn't want to go in. We didn't have a reason, we just went our separate ways.

The final image is so clear in my mind; the dream was first person view the entire way through this time, and what I saw was my hair blowing in the soft but dry breeze in front of my face, Vincent strapped to my chest in front of me while I kissed his head and he was smiling, unknowing of what has gone on... I saw hard dirt/dust below my feet and the building as I turned to look at those entering it, with the destroyed landscape around me, all lit up by the increasingly orange, sunset sky.

3-24-09 Tests, Writhing Babies and 2-D Fairy Weddings

Dreamed I was in a classroom, taking a test. The first question asked was to name a particular Led Zeppelin song from a small sample. I heard the sample music and was able to sing every word of course, but for some reason was unable to remember the name. The next two questions came, both quite difficult and involving a good amount of work for each. I felt that I should have known immediately the answer to the first and couldn't continue to the others until I answered that one.

*Side note... I am pretty certain that this part of my dream came about due to my current schooling situation. I had three assignments that were due, the oldest being one that I wanted to just bang out and get out of the way before I started the other two. And by the way, the part of the song played was "Your Time is Gonna Come".

Another scene: there was a baby being born... a guy from my high school was laying down on his stomach in a hospital bed that was really more like a big one of those tray/incubator type things that they put the new babies in (you know, the ones with the 3" high or so clear "walls"?). The newborn baby was placed on his back and both of them were squirming around. He was apparently the father of this baby; I was not the mother. I remember vaguely more about talking with him about the baby's mother, and I think they were together still, or were getting back together. I was happy for them.

My boyfriend and I were cartoon fairies... typically I don't like male fairies but this time it didn't bother me. It was my love... and though we were two dimensional with black outlines and filled with flat, highly saturated color, I could still tell it was he and I. This time the camera view was third person, and was behind us. We flew awkwardly, like we were treading water and had muscle spasms or something. Then, we were being married. Some sort of ceremonial figure, one I would presume most might recognize as a priest though it was not a religious ceremony, was leading us in this. I then saw myself up close though still third person, but then became first person view, and I was no longer a cartoon. I was me again, and Phillip was like a tiny paper doll where my puckered lips were about the size of his head. I picked him up and kissed him with welled-up tears in my eyes; I knew I was committing my entire life and being to him; then I woke up.

3-17-09 Culdesacs and Gecko Space Robots

Happy Saint Patty's Day!

Last night's dream was also less clear than usual. I have not been feeling as rested when I wake up; it has been taking me longer to feel alert. Usually when I first wake up, I have every detail of my dreams fresh in my mind, and immediately start gabbing to Phillip about them. The past couple of nights I haven't felt much like talking first thing in the morning, and it continues for a few hours before I get some kind of pick-me-up like a coffee or something.

Anyway, what I remember from my dream last night is that there was much more that I haven't yet recalled. I remember my first dream took place in a town... mostly residential I believe, and during the day. Possibly sunset; it seems more orange in my memory. I remember Jason aka "Balrog" was in it. We were talking on a sidewalk in this neighborhood, but what about I do not remember. Also unusual for me is that I don't remember what anyone was wearing... it is often common for me to recall nearly every detail from my dreams, but these past couple of nights I do not remember those things.

The next scene:
I was on a spaceship someplace in the middle of the universe. There was another girl on board, though it's unclear; it could have been me, but "me" was not myself. Sometimes I see things first person, sometimes third, but sometimes I am not actually myself even though the view is first person. On the spaceship were a couple of these male-adult-sized gecko robots. One of them attempted to sexually assault the woman, but she ran into the bathroom and locked the door, which was similar to that on an airplane; tiny and small. The feeling was not one of fear though; not even of anger in which both might be felt in a sexual assault situation. She wanted to get away, but I still felt distant from the situation.

3-16-09 Snakes, Spiders and Smack-Downs

This dream was not as clear as usual... the dream didn't have as clear of a timeline or transitions between scenes. It also had unusually "creepy" and violent images... very unlike my usual dreams.

The first thing I remember is a girl... I don't know who she was, but I recognized her as a bitch. Somehow she and I started fighting, and I was repeatedly bashing her face in with my right fist... I got her to the ground and was just mashing her face into the mud below us until she was covered in mud and her face was completely squished.

I was at some sort of lunch cart or ice cream truck... it seemed more stationary but outdoors. It was dark, like dim moonlight lighting where everything looked gray & blue. There was a guy next to me; he turned and made eye contact with me and as he turned I saw it was Sebastian Ferrero; a boy who I had a major crush on in 8th grade. Though his skin was perfect back then, he had bad acne scars when I saw him in my dream. It was still nice to see him, though his only words were, "It's Sebastian!" I don't remember what food I was getting, though I was paying for it when this took place.

I remember being in a dark bedroom... it was the middle of the night and the room I was in had two beds that were both high off the ground. One I was in, and one the girl I had previously beat up was in the other. (She was no longer maimed, but still bitchy.) Even though it was dark, there was some sort of indirect lighting coming from down the hallway, which, if I were to sit up in my bed I could see straight down that hallway into the room on the other end. There were no rooms connected to the sides of the hall; just a room on each end of it. My room with the two beds, and at the other end, another bedroom where my dad was sleeping. I looked down at the floor, and there were these tiny bugs all over it; jumping up out of the carpet. They looked like tiny black specks in the lighting, but they started getting bigger until I reached down and picked one up to see what it was. It was like a flea, but about a 1/2" in length and gray... or maybe it just looked gray due to the dim lighting. I wasn't afraid of the bugs, but grossed out by them; I wanted to get to the other room to tell my dad but didn't want to step on them.
There were also these wiry, rot iron hairclip-looking spidery things that would snap really hard... I got snipped by one on my hand and was nervous at first, but then realized they were just trying to eat the little bugs, and thought, "well no wonder they're here, there's a TON of those bugs!" I looked down the hallway to my dad's room, and in the center of the hallway where the indirect lighting was coming from, (perhaps a nightlight of some sort that wasn't visible), there were a ton of snakes coming up out of the carpet where it met the wall. All different kinds of snakes, I saw a boa constrictor, some small bright-colored snakes, some that I just "knew" were poisonous (with that knowledge that you just inexplicably have in dreams)... I didn't want to step on the bugs and didn't want to have to pass the snakes but needed to tell my dad. I do remember at some point, jumping from my bed and with the least steps possible, running & jumping over the snakes to tell him.

This dream was very unlike most of the dreams I have; the details were not as clear as usual, and like mentioned before, there were not clear transitions between the scenes, as well as unusually eerie images. The dream did not leave me with a frightened feeling like a nightmare would, it just left me wondering why I had such an out-of-the-ordinary dream.