memorable

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.
I had written down the night before a goal: Have 1 dream that is vividly remembered upon waking up. Write down at least a page on it. This goal was completed.

It all began in Homer. I decided to leave Homer and the restaurant to go traveling. I went south by means of thumb. All the way. I stayed in some kind of monastary, castle, or something in New Mexico. It turned out to be an insane house, which I found out in a lunch room. This kid brought me lunch. We talked, I don't remember what about. Then we escaped. The people were after us! I got hit in the leg by a tranquilizer gun, but stayed awake long enough to get away. We took the tranquilizer dart and began hitch-hiking North. I got a ride, then remember being in Quebec, Canada. I walked around with some others. It was night, and not winter. However, when I woke up, it had became winter. I remember the stores vividly. Each was the same shape, but a different color. However, it was night, and everything was closed. I went and must have slept, but I don't remember where. The next day, I walked through the buildings again, and took a photo of the image. I have a picture drawn, the buildings are storefronts, but all are like houses, the same shape.

The interesting thing about this dream, is I seem to remember it, even now, very vividly, but I don't remember many details. I have a very strong visual memory of this dream. It also makes me think of my father, who was French Canadian, and bipolar. I feel these were strong influences in this dream.

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.

I went with the family of the Weeds (the television show) to a small town in Alaska, which I called Homer. However, it was not like Homer, AK at all. It had some big strip-mall thing for tourists, which we stayed in. The first night we wandered around to get pizza. Then when I was in line, this guy behind me with a mustache sorta keep getting as close as possible. Eventually, I shouted at him to give me space, that he was fucking crowding me! Then I asked for pepperoni with jalapeños. I got sausage with jalapeños instead. I added parmesan cheese which came out of the shaker really fast. This is good, I love parmesan cheese. Then I added red chilis. After, I ate it. I don't remember what it tasted like. Next I know, I am in a room Shane Botwin has found, a sort of secret room. He has colored all of the walls with patterns. He is playing calm music. I talk to him. There is at some point a bunch of names on a wall. With numbers next to them. They are friends of mine. I don't remember who, or what numbers. I feel like the numbers could have been an ordering of my friends. Then, somebody shows up and says there is a big party. The mustache guy is there too. I claim that I don't want to go, because I will smell like smoke to my Mom. (Perhaps I was traveling with Shane Botwin from Weeds, and my Mom) Then I decide to go. I go check it out. As I am walking there I see Scott H. I am so excited. I tell him I've got a surprise for him, and run off to wake Lance. Another friend of all of ours, but not previously in this dream. Lance doesn't want to wake, but I get him to and we go to the beach to where I saw Scott. There are all sorts of people from Arcata. I find Ki, I pick him up, and run toward the ocean. Throwing him right to the water's edge. We all gather, and eventually get into the PTJewser. KSO's in the back Scott next to me, Alex driving with Ki shotgun. I remember being so happy. We drive toward the party.