11/20/07 - Tuesday Night
I was standing at the base of a sheer rock cliff, looking up to the top some 200 or so feet. A chain link fence ran along the edge, tipped with razor wire. For some reason, I wanted to find a way up. All along it's length we're signs of warning (white with red lettering), every so often a panning camera on a pole. After a while of walking (towards the left if one was facing the cliff), I began to see signs of some sort of industrial type complex of steel, girders and pipes laced into the cliff. At one point, water was pouring over the cliff, and filling a pool at the bottom. To the left of the waterfall was a man with a large sledge hammer. He was walking along a ledge about midway up the cliff, a large pipe running it's length at ground level. He took the hammer and swung it fierce and high, biting into the stone. It left an indention, cracks radiating away from it. Water began to spray out from the cracks. The man moved about fifteen feet to the right, and set to do it again. As he swung back, he lost his footing and fell into the pool below. Slowly he stood, covered in mud. He walked under the waterfall to rinse off, when he spotted me standing there. Suddenly I knew I was trespassing, and that he was going to shoot me. He lifted up a futuristic looking machine gun of black polymer, sight built into it, and aimed to fire. Suddenly I was armed with a poison dart. I threw it and struck him in the throat, killing him. I walked over and picked up the gun and slung it over my shoulder, impressed with how it looked and handled. A little further down was a tiny dirt road winding down through the steel and stone, blocked at the bottom by a metal bar with a stop sign upon it. It was attached to a tiny concrete bunker with a heavy steel door set into it. I opened the steel door and entered a long downward sloping corridor. It led underground, into a brightly lit and tiled corridor, doors stretching away on both the left and right. I went to the first door on the left and opened it. It was filled with people in white lab coats. They began to slowly flood out and attack me. I fired the gun till it was empty of rounds. Still they came. I pulled out two kukri (curved knives) and began to cut them down. Still they came. I cut down dozens, until the floor was slick with blood and gore, and littered with bodies. Still they came. Finally, I realized they were to many, and that I'd never defeat them. It was at this realization that they suddenly stopped attacking, pulled back, picked up the dead, and began to file back into the room from which they came...closing the door behind them without saying so much as a word. I slowly approached the first door on the right, opening and entering. It was a small room filled with cleaning supplies and electrical breakers. Inside was a man in a grey janitorial / maintenance uniform. He moved to attack me as well, and I buried both kukri into his chest. By all rights he should have dropped dead, but instead he became enraged and pulled both free of his body. I cut him over and over as he kept advancing, but he would never drop, coming at me like a movie zombie. I remember thinking about trying to use my poison darts on him when the dream ended.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Admiral of the Sea
11/16/07 - Friday Night
I was in a massive sea battle, involving futuristic navel ships of all sorts (some hovering above the water, some in the water). The water was choppy from storm, and far off I could see a beach. The more I looked, the more I realized that the beach had a sort of fake cardboard backdrop appearance. Suddenly it seemed I was in a gigantic water-filled diorama, God-Like children looking over the edges of the sky painted walls. A missile, launched from the direction of beach, took my attention away from the sky-sized heads. It slowly filled my vision, as if I was a camera, and the missile was aimed straight at the lens. Suddenly, I was in the water on a small personal sized rubber raft, giant crafts battling around me in rough seas. I knew I was an admiral of the U.S. Navy, and approached the side of a small American destroyer-class ship. I shouted up to let me aboard, but those on the deck laughed and swiveled a huge machine gun down on me. They fired, sinking my raft. They had betrayed me for some reason. I swam to another nearby American raft, which was fleeing the destroyer that had just sank me. The destroyer wasn't giving chase, though, more interested in the battle around us. I drug myself onto the raft and stood. A man loudly protested, saying I would get them killed by the destroyer, and plus, the raft was at capacity. At this, I pulled out my pistol and shot the man in the chest. He looked stunned, as he pitched over backward and fell into the dark waters. I asked if anyone else had a problem. Suddenly two men began to wrestle me for the gun. It went off during the struggle, shooting a hole in the floor of the large rubber raft. They stopped abruptly, and one of them shouted "you've killed us all! There's to many of us! We'll sink!" I said "you're absolutely right," and began randomly shooting and pushing people into the water. Most jumped freely, afraid of being shot. Freed of all the excess weight, I plugged the hole as best I could, and made towards land. At some point, I reached shore and began walking. I had no idea where I was (whether I was on hostile territory, neutral, or friendly). To my left I saw a house being built, filled with construction workers. I walked up to the foreman and asked him where I was. There was a moment of fearful recognition upon his face as he saw my uniform, before recovering and stating that I was in friendly territories. Suspicious, I began to look around as they went back to work. I spied a clock, and as I was in the navy and familiar with time and time zones, I knew where I was, and that he was lying. I then proceeded to empty the rest of my gun, killing those around me. When I ran out of ammo, I picked up a nail gun to finish the job. I then exited out the side of the house, hopped a fence, and climbed a small hill, looking back once before the dream ended.
I was in a massive sea battle, involving futuristic navel ships of all sorts (some hovering above the water, some in the water). The water was choppy from storm, and far off I could see a beach. The more I looked, the more I realized that the beach had a sort of fake cardboard backdrop appearance. Suddenly it seemed I was in a gigantic water-filled diorama, God-Like children looking over the edges of the sky painted walls. A missile, launched from the direction of beach, took my attention away from the sky-sized heads. It slowly filled my vision, as if I was a camera, and the missile was aimed straight at the lens. Suddenly, I was in the water on a small personal sized rubber raft, giant crafts battling around me in rough seas. I knew I was an admiral of the U.S. Navy, and approached the side of a small American destroyer-class ship. I shouted up to let me aboard, but those on the deck laughed and swiveled a huge machine gun down on me. They fired, sinking my raft. They had betrayed me for some reason. I swam to another nearby American raft, which was fleeing the destroyer that had just sank me. The destroyer wasn't giving chase, though, more interested in the battle around us. I drug myself onto the raft and stood. A man loudly protested, saying I would get them killed by the destroyer, and plus, the raft was at capacity. At this, I pulled out my pistol and shot the man in the chest. He looked stunned, as he pitched over backward and fell into the dark waters. I asked if anyone else had a problem. Suddenly two men began to wrestle me for the gun. It went off during the struggle, shooting a hole in the floor of the large rubber raft. They stopped abruptly, and one of them shouted "you've killed us all! There's to many of us! We'll sink!" I said "you're absolutely right," and began randomly shooting and pushing people into the water. Most jumped freely, afraid of being shot. Freed of all the excess weight, I plugged the hole as best I could, and made towards land. At some point, I reached shore and began walking. I had no idea where I was (whether I was on hostile territory, neutral, or friendly). To my left I saw a house being built, filled with construction workers. I walked up to the foreman and asked him where I was. There was a moment of fearful recognition upon his face as he saw my uniform, before recovering and stating that I was in friendly territories. Suspicious, I began to look around as they went back to work. I spied a clock, and as I was in the navy and familiar with time and time zones, I knew where I was, and that he was lying. I then proceeded to empty the rest of my gun, killing those around me. When I ran out of ammo, I picked up a nail gun to finish the job. I then exited out the side of the house, hopped a fence, and climbed a small hill, looking back once before the dream ended.
Lisa Simpson and the Bee
11/16/07 - Friday Night
I was Lisa Simpson, but I was also watching things unfold from outside (my "body [IE, Lisa]"), as a spectator. I watched as I (Lisa) was walking down a cartoon hallway. I saw Principal Skinner trying to crush a bee with a newspaper. He had knocked it to the ground and was about to crush it. I told him it was a harmless bee, and that he shouldn't kill it. Skinner stopped his assault and stepped back, allowing the bee to recover. After a moment, the bee took off from the floor, and on it's way by, stung me (Lisa) on the arm, flying away. Screamed "ow," and was shocked that it would sting me after having gone through all that effort to save it.
Realworld Note: In my dreams, I take up various points of view (POV). Sometimes I'm me, but with an "illusion" of something else layered over me. Sometimes I'm someone else (like Lisa), but watching intangibly from the outside. Then, sometimes, I'm myself physically transformed.
I was Lisa Simpson, but I was also watching things unfold from outside (my "body [IE, Lisa]"), as a spectator. I watched as I (Lisa) was walking down a cartoon hallway. I saw Principal Skinner trying to crush a bee with a newspaper. He had knocked it to the ground and was about to crush it. I told him it was a harmless bee, and that he shouldn't kill it. Skinner stopped his assault and stepped back, allowing the bee to recover. After a moment, the bee took off from the floor, and on it's way by, stung me (Lisa) on the arm, flying away. Screamed "ow," and was shocked that it would sting me after having gone through all that effort to save it.
Realworld Note: In my dreams, I take up various points of view (POV). Sometimes I'm me, but with an "illusion" of something else layered over me. Sometimes I'm someone else (like Lisa), but watching intangibly from the outside. Then, sometimes, I'm myself physically transformed.
Shadow Mines
11/13/07 - Tuesday Night
I was on a row boat moving down a somewhat fast river. There were two more on the boat with me (unsure of what gender). We were fleeing from some individuals who were chasing us. The river was deep and fast, but slowly began to slow down and become shallow. Eventually it became so shallow, the boat stuck upon the silt and rocks along the river bed. Here, we abandoned the boat. A hundred or so feet ahead, the tributary we were on and another, deeper river, merged together, flowing through a chain link fence. A gate used to bar the way, but it stood wide open and mangled. We followed along side the small river until we came to a large square shaped hole into the earth (roughly 15x15). The water was rushing over the side and disappearing into black oblivion. Five or six more similar square pits were further down. One of my companions stated that these were mine shafts deep into the earth. We turned 180 degrees from where we facing, to see a seemingly endless and dark ravine behind us, caves and tunnels dug into the walls opposite us (I don't believe this geographic location existed until we turned around). Suddenly the dream scape shifted, and we were standing in a large dugout chamber, half of the room once again dropping away into darkness. One of my companions said that shadows lived and hunted here, and I knew the statement to be true. Shadowy humanoid forms began to coalesce all around us, closing in to consume us. I opened my mouth and let out a sort of ultrasonic scream, causing the shadows to scatter and flee. We began running for a distant light, obviously an exit. Almost out, the group of unsavory characters that had been earlier chasing us entered the cave mouth and blocked our retreat. They were armed and intended to kill us. Once again I opened my mouth and let out a howl, to high for the human ear to hear. While doing so, I remember thinking the words "come consume them!" Immediately the shadows began to swarm. As the shadows advanced, the pursuers completely ignored us and began to fire into the darkness. We quickly moved through the ranks and towards the exit. As the shadows closed, they began sucking the life from all those they touched. We couldn't move fast enough, though, as when the shadows finished, they would turn upon us. I once again drove them off with a scream, leaving two of our attackers standing. I approached them and said to one of them "I have no use for you." At this point, I raised a pistol and shot the man right in his face. He fell to the ground, dead. I then approached the second man, an oriental, fearful for his life. I told my companions (as well as the second man) "he knows math, science, and computers, so he's worth keeping." The dream ended here.
Realworld Note: When I first started using "guns" in dreams, they actually consisted of my finger mimicing the movements of a pistol. The person "shot" wouldn't actually die in my dream, but would fall to the ground thinking they were dead. At some point later, they would simply stand back up. This changed as I got older and began firing pistols and rifles at realworld ranges. Suddenly, in my dreamscapes, I was armed with an actual weapon. Now, when shot, opponents don't get back up, and blood is usually involved.
I was on a row boat moving down a somewhat fast river. There were two more on the boat with me (unsure of what gender). We were fleeing from some individuals who were chasing us. The river was deep and fast, but slowly began to slow down and become shallow. Eventually it became so shallow, the boat stuck upon the silt and rocks along the river bed. Here, we abandoned the boat. A hundred or so feet ahead, the tributary we were on and another, deeper river, merged together, flowing through a chain link fence. A gate used to bar the way, but it stood wide open and mangled. We followed along side the small river until we came to a large square shaped hole into the earth (roughly 15x15). The water was rushing over the side and disappearing into black oblivion. Five or six more similar square pits were further down. One of my companions stated that these were mine shafts deep into the earth. We turned 180 degrees from where we facing, to see a seemingly endless and dark ravine behind us, caves and tunnels dug into the walls opposite us (I don't believe this geographic location existed until we turned around). Suddenly the dream scape shifted, and we were standing in a large dugout chamber, half of the room once again dropping away into darkness. One of my companions said that shadows lived and hunted here, and I knew the statement to be true. Shadowy humanoid forms began to coalesce all around us, closing in to consume us. I opened my mouth and let out a sort of ultrasonic scream, causing the shadows to scatter and flee. We began running for a distant light, obviously an exit. Almost out, the group of unsavory characters that had been earlier chasing us entered the cave mouth and blocked our retreat. They were armed and intended to kill us. Once again I opened my mouth and let out a howl, to high for the human ear to hear. While doing so, I remember thinking the words "come consume them!" Immediately the shadows began to swarm. As the shadows advanced, the pursuers completely ignored us and began to fire into the darkness. We quickly moved through the ranks and towards the exit. As the shadows closed, they began sucking the life from all those they touched. We couldn't move fast enough, though, as when the shadows finished, they would turn upon us. I once again drove them off with a scream, leaving two of our attackers standing. I approached them and said to one of them "I have no use for you." At this point, I raised a pistol and shot the man right in his face. He fell to the ground, dead. I then approached the second man, an oriental, fearful for his life. I told my companions (as well as the second man) "he knows math, science, and computers, so he's worth keeping." The dream ended here.
Realworld Note: When I first started using "guns" in dreams, they actually consisted of my finger mimicing the movements of a pistol. The person "shot" wouldn't actually die in my dream, but would fall to the ground thinking they were dead. At some point later, they would simply stand back up. This changed as I got older and began firing pistols and rifles at realworld ranges. Suddenly, in my dreamscapes, I was armed with an actual weapon. Now, when shot, opponents don't get back up, and blood is usually involved.
Hotel Rendezvous
11/13/07 - Tuesday Night
I was in a hotel room, naked on the bed. My cock was standing at attention, and there was a somewhat muscular guy standing at the foot of the bed, naked as well. He crawled onto the bed and lingered over me on his hands and knees, letting our cocks gently touch one another. He layed himself down on top of me we began kissing, while at the same time he ground his cock against mine. I remember precum started leaking, and our stomachs became somewhat slippery. This is all I remember.
I was in a hotel room, naked on the bed. My cock was standing at attention, and there was a somewhat muscular guy standing at the foot of the bed, naked as well. He crawled onto the bed and lingered over me on his hands and knees, letting our cocks gently touch one another. He layed himself down on top of me we began kissing, while at the same time he ground his cock against mine. I remember precum started leaking, and our stomachs became somewhat slippery. This is all I remember.
Young Punks
11/10/07 - Saturday Night
Remember starting out in what was supposed to be an abandoned haunted mansion. I was with a girl and one other guy. We were young (early 20's?), and in college (freshmen?). The girl had a pouty face, with shoulder length blond hair (no description in memory for the male). We had snuck into the old mansion to explore. At some point, in what seemed to be a combination dinging room / kitchen on the first floor, I happened upon some personal belongings on a cheap turquoise colored metal table. I picked up a wallet and began to rifle through it, deciding to steal the money out of it ( I don't think there was a lot there). It was at this point we heard a noise. I quickly closed the wallet and threw it down on the table (unsure as to whether I managed to get the money out in time). Four or five older male VP / CEO types entered the room. I believe they were generic representations of every boss I have ever had. I was worried they would realize I had tampered with the wallet, as it was out of place. Thinking quickly, I leaned down on the table with one arm and pushed down hard, at the same time acting friendly and saying "hi" to those newly present. The lead VP / CEO simply frowned at me like I was trash. My "move" had the desired effect, as the pressure from my arm tilted the table over, spilling it's contents onto the floor. Quickly I bent to pick everything up, at which point the lead VP / CEO became pissed and told me I was useless, waving me away. Me and my two friends quickly backed out of the room, and took off running, laughing while doing so. Bursting out the front door, we ran across the street and hid in some bushes to watch for a reaction from the VP's / CEO's. From outside, the building resembled an old frat house, complete with white wooden pillars. In the bushes, waiting and laughing, me and the girl made eye contact. It's at this point that the two of us begin passionately kissing, with the other guy adopting an "oh geez," third wheel, type of attitude. She ended the kissing session by sucking on my lower lip. Here the dream ended.
Remember starting out in what was supposed to be an abandoned haunted mansion. I was with a girl and one other guy. We were young (early 20's?), and in college (freshmen?). The girl had a pouty face, with shoulder length blond hair (no description in memory for the male). We had snuck into the old mansion to explore. At some point, in what seemed to be a combination dinging room / kitchen on the first floor, I happened upon some personal belongings on a cheap turquoise colored metal table. I picked up a wallet and began to rifle through it, deciding to steal the money out of it ( I don't think there was a lot there). It was at this point we heard a noise. I quickly closed the wallet and threw it down on the table (unsure as to whether I managed to get the money out in time). Four or five older male VP / CEO types entered the room. I believe they were generic representations of every boss I have ever had. I was worried they would realize I had tampered with the wallet, as it was out of place. Thinking quickly, I leaned down on the table with one arm and pushed down hard, at the same time acting friendly and saying "hi" to those newly present. The lead VP / CEO simply frowned at me like I was trash. My "move" had the desired effect, as the pressure from my arm tilted the table over, spilling it's contents onto the floor. Quickly I bent to pick everything up, at which point the lead VP / CEO became pissed and told me I was useless, waving me away. Me and my two friends quickly backed out of the room, and took off running, laughing while doing so. Bursting out the front door, we ran across the street and hid in some bushes to watch for a reaction from the VP's / CEO's. From outside, the building resembled an old frat house, complete with white wooden pillars. In the bushes, waiting and laughing, me and the girl made eye contact. It's at this point that the two of us begin passionately kissing, with the other guy adopting an "oh geez," third wheel, type of attitude. She ended the kissing session by sucking on my lower lip. Here the dream ended.
Super Villains
11/08/07 - Thursday Night
The dream was fragmented. I was some sort of super hero, flying around doing the odd good deed. As is often the case when I fly in dreams, I would lose altitude if I didn't concentrate. At some point, I met up with a sort of generic superman / woman (not sure which). At this point, we show our true colors, flying around discussing our plans to take over the city. While talking, we hover among the leaves of a tree, and fly by several large skyscrapers. Don't remember anything further.
Realworld Note: My "powers" in dreams have evolved as I have matured. When I first started flying in dreams, it was always through the use of some sort of device or aid (such as paper wings on my shoes, or bird wings in my hands). My flight was usually low altitude, slow, and I had to expend a great deal of concentration to continue flying. As time has progressed, I've been able to ditch assisting tools, go faster and higher, and only loose altitude if I'm distracted in some fashion. Other skills have altered as well, but will be addressed in later dreams.
The dream was fragmented. I was some sort of super hero, flying around doing the odd good deed. As is often the case when I fly in dreams, I would lose altitude if I didn't concentrate. At some point, I met up with a sort of generic superman / woman (not sure which). At this point, we show our true colors, flying around discussing our plans to take over the city. While talking, we hover among the leaves of a tree, and fly by several large skyscrapers. Don't remember anything further.
Realworld Note: My "powers" in dreams have evolved as I have matured. When I first started flying in dreams, it was always through the use of some sort of device or aid (such as paper wings on my shoes, or bird wings in my hands). My flight was usually low altitude, slow, and I had to expend a great deal of concentration to continue flying. As time has progressed, I've been able to ditch assisting tools, go faster and higher, and only loose altitude if I'm distracted in some fashion. Other skills have altered as well, but will be addressed in later dreams.
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