10/2/08
Eeliscious
I was checking out Incan ruins. It was very hot and they were very stony and beautiful. I was afraid to go down the stairs because they looked like they could crumble at any minute… Then, we walked through this city, which looked nothing like an Incan city but more like an Italian Village. I walked through an aquarium, but there was a lot of water on the floor, maybe about 6 inches to a foot depending on where I was. There was a beautiful tree in the middle of a cobblestone sidewalk…planted there to look nice as pie. All these eels started attacking me, since I was still inside the aquarium. I started freaking out and stood on top of a large box. A shirtless blond man came over to help me.
9/30/08
Maggot Brain
I had to sleep in a cemetery with a bunch of people. For some reason, because of that, everyone got lice. I didn’t get lice, however I would have preferred it. I got small white worms burrowing in and out of my scalp. I kept picking at them like scabs, pulling them out of my head and hair. They kept coming back. I started washing my hair over and over and over and over and over. My scalp hurt terribly and I had small scabs and holes all over it. Eventually, I got all the visible worms out, but my head still hurt like hell. I thought they laid eggs in my head.
*when I woke up my head hurt and has been sore all day like I scratched it raw. I needed to make this image so large that it hurt the viewer.
5/16/08
Gang Bangin' in the Negro Dome (an oldie but goodie)
* Note before reading: I am in no way racist or have any conscious animosity toward African Americans!
I don't remember much of this dream, other than I was living in a dome that had one door to enter and exit from it. I wanted more than anything to escape but I would be killed the second I tried to. It seemed as if the majority of the other people in this dome were African American as well. There were three ways to survive in this dome without being killed. One is to act like a zombie and wander around as if you didn't exist. But this wouldn't allow you passage out the door into the real world. The other two, which would grant you more freedom and alliances would be to be an extremely tough person and command the alliances out of fear, or to have sex with as many people as possible and gain alliances through your services. I chose to have sex with people, since I'm not a very tough person to begin with. I started gaining enough alliances when this extreemely tough and reputable man came up to me. His skin was very dark skinned and wearing all black. Because of that, and the lighting in the dome, the only parts of him that I could see were is white teeth and his eyes. They almost seemed to glow in the dark. He was going to help me break out of the dome....
*Notes: This dream could possibly have connections to Grand Theft Auto and other types of media of a similar nature. I will not rule out external influences of racism in society either, especially growing up in a racist home.
4/18/08
Epic Dream - Very LONG... 4.18.08 (partially a Lucid Dream)
* This dream is remarkable because it’s very rare that my ‘epic’ dreams have a final ending, although this was a final ending put forth by my conscious state of lucid dreaming. I have only been able to control my lucid dreaming from a specific standpoint and not necessarily from the entire dream, it flits in and out from conscious dreaming to unconscious uncontrolled dreaming.
*This is the second dream in a week that took place at my dad’s house.
Aaron and I were at his parents house in
Suddenly, I was lucid dreaming, and I was trying to control this blonde woman to break the glass on the window to escape, since eventually the animals would discover the cord to the attic door and try there. I replayed it in my mind twice the actions of the woman jumping down onto the slope of the roof, then jumping onto the ground, running across the driveway, getting into the car with God and the black lady both in the back seat and driving away. I imagined it and forced it happening twice, and then I was no longer in control of anything.
I was me again, brunette and NOT pregnant J! I was in a nursing home with Jen from high school. I was trying to find a bathroom because I had to poop, while Jen was asking me about a project we had to do for Spanish class. She asked me what I was going to bring in, (we had to cook something) and I said I’m just going to bring in an avocado. This made her really angry because we had to make something OUT of an avocado, but when I told her that, I was thinking about hollowing out the avocado shell then making guac out of the insides and then putting it back in the avocado skin so it would be like a bowl of guac. I turned a corner and there was a rag on the floor of the nursing home soaked with something that smelled repugnant yet familiar. Later I realized that it smelled exactly like squirrel pee, but I knew that it was puke. (Squirrel pee smells like ammonia with a little extra spice). I found the bathrooms but they had these weird jelly-like toilet bowls in front of the toilets. My Noona was there, using one of the higher toilets because she had arthritis and couldn’t bend down to the shorter jelly mold toilet bowls. I tried to poop on one of the higher ones, but nothing would come out. I kept thinking about the avocado dish I wanted to make. I couldn’t go, so I got up and went to the sink. There were two sinks that I could use, and without looking I started using one. I looked down while I was washing my hands and I realized I picked the wrong sink. I was washing my hands over a huge storage of candy, from stuff that was wrapped to green gobstoppers. The gobstoppers were melting and sticking together from getting wet. I stopped and started using the other sink.
Notes:* My Noona is no longer alive.
* I went to a Catholic highschool and gradeschool, I see undulating references to my rejected and early teachings on God, religion, etc. throughout this entire story.
* My dad lives in the middle of the woods, and I absolutely cannot stand being there at night.
4/17/08
Pee...... an oldie but goodie: Sept. 21, 2007
In this particular dream, I was a 12-14 year old boy, pursued by a tall, black haired man in a grey shirt. He was chasing me in a house that was a giant maze of rooms and hallways. Even though he was gaining on me, I still had a one-up on him. I had a superpower. I could flex my hands (similar to spiderman) and expel a substance similar to black silly string right out of my palms. The stream that would flow from each hand was very thick, about the same width as my palms themselves. This stuff could make a forcefield and deflect the man coming after me. All of a sudden, his acomplice (a frail man with a long crooked nose and small glasses) accidently ingested some of my forcefield-making substance! Then I could no longer use my powers! No matter how hard I tried to flex my hands to produce the stuff, it wouldn't come out. Something dawned on the black haired man, that maybe his acomplice had ingested my powers and could turn them against me. He told the frail man to pee in a red tin and then drink a tiny amount. If he drank his own pee, he would be able to harness my powers and use them. He bent down and started drinking the pee but, instead of achieving the expected goal, he looked up at me wide-eyed and started crying, saying: "Please don't hurt my friends!" This proved that he was embodying part of me inside of himself, so if he actually drank the rest of his own pee he would possess my powers. I lunged forward and grabbed the tin. I ran down a hallway to my right. His pee kept sloshing back and forth in the tin and spilling on me as I ran. Then, while still running, I pinched my nose and then started taking gulp after gulp. I kept gagging as I drank it. Then, I forgot to hold my nose and pinched my ear shut to keep drinking it -- then I stopped realizing that I could taste the pee because I was pinching the wrong body part. I pinched my nose again and drank the rest of it, gagged on it, and continued running down the hall. My pursuer was at the end, blocking my only exit. I tried to stop him by ejecting the silly-string substance but I couldn't get my power to come back. I kept straining and straining to make the substance come out, but it wouldn't... even though I drank the acomplice's pee.
Penis and Barbie... together forever 03-17-08
Dream:
I was not a part of this dream, nor was I a third party watching it, it just simply existed and happened. Somehow I knew that it was an animation that I had finished...
There were two things laying on a table: a Barbie doll on the left and an erect penis about a foot away on the right. A long, clear straw started extending from the penis. It moved across the table and then passed through one of Barbie's ears and out the other. It extended about an inch further and then stopped. Then the penis 'came' through the straw, which flowed through the straw across the table and through Barbie's head. Then it dripped out the straw's end and landed on the table. The straw retracted and Barbie said: "Wow, I feel so clearheaded now."
My Thoughts/Notes:
This dream is actually on it's way to becoming the first of my dreams to be animated. It is a perfect candidate on many levels! It will be animated with cakes in the shape of Barbie and a penis... we'll see how everything turns out.
I'm not really sure what else to say about it, I wasn't so much of a Barbie fan as I was a My Little Pony fan so I'm not really sure where this could have come from internally. As a feminist, I see many problems with the Barbie doll as a toy for girls: the culture of consumerism among young women and girls, body image issues and expectations, etc. but none of that is really exemplified in this dream at all.
Abandoned House Dream Series #3
I was exploring an abandoned house. It was in a neighborhood surrounded by houses that were not abandoned at all, with children playing in fenced yards. While exploring inside this house, I found an old, wonderful, and wooden dining room table that was in excellent condition. Somehow, I estimated that it was worth about $9,000.00 exactly. I wanted to steal it from the house. I found a truck, drove it to the house, and parked it in the back. I wanted to be very secretive about this entire process and did not want to get caught.
Dream Notes:
This is actually the third dream about abandoned houses that I have had in the past month, but the only one documented at the moment.