Gnorth

7/11/15
Went to bed at 11:15, woke up at 7:15

I had some crazy dreams last night! All the ones I remembered were in that space in the morning after I wake up the first time, and then lie in bed for a little while because I am still tired. That seems to be the most productive dream time.

It started with me in the driveway of the house I grew up in. It was wintertime, and I was chopping ice from the driveway. The driveway was covered with a thick sheet. I chopped a hole, and there was open water underneath. An alligator came out, and tried to bite me. It was not super aggressive, but it wouldn’t leave me alone. I felt like it was someone’s pet that was out of control. It bit me on both thumbs and one of the toes on my left foot. I was not exactly sure which toe - it felt as if I only had one toe on that foot.

There was some sort of weird conspiracy that was just wrapping up amongst people that I care about. One of the people I care about had conspired and murdered another person that I care about. The murderer and the victim did not appear in my dream, but it seemed as if both were very close to me, if not the same person. The murderer had 3 people in on their conspiracy, and had tried to implicate or involve me by having me write some sort of note against my will. I felt terrible about having written the note.

Because of the successful conspiracy, there was a party going on at my house. It was there because the main conspirator was so close to me that they lived at my house. I came back from being chased by the alligator (stupid alligator, I thought…) and had the bites on my thumbs and toe. There was a keg at the party, and it had good beer in it. It dispensed two types of beer out of two taps that were coming out of the top. The keg did not require pumping, it just dispensed the beer when you pulled the handle. The beer came out really hard, but it did not seem to matter - the cups did not overflow.

One of the beers was a very heavy dark beer. I had one glass of that and enjoyed it, but didn’t want any more. The other beer was more amber in color and was very refreshing. Being that it had changed to summer, and we were in the shaded space just to the north of the driveway, I had a few glasses of that beer, and I think I was starting to get drunk. I sat by the keg and poured glasses of beer for the party guests for a while. It was fun, and we socialized a bit. People seemed to prefer the amber beer, but sometimes they would drink the dark beer.

I got tired of pouring beers, and wandered over to Marc’s old house next door. I went in (not exactly sure how), and found one of the conspirators inside. Apparently the main conspirator had bought gifts for each of the three other conspirators, and this person (she, I think) showed me theirs. It was some sort of bottle of alcohol. I was in the mood to drink, and wanted to share, but she did not want to share. I wandered back to my house.

At this point, my thumbs and toe were starting to bug me. My thumbs were pretty badly shredded by the alligator, and I wanted to get them fixed. Someone at the party told me that the woman who lived across the road was a doctor, and that she would fix me up.

I went to the doctor’s house and found the doctor. She was in a basement bedroom with wood paneling, a bed with a shelf above the headboard and a low dresser with a mirror. On the dresser was a bottle of brandy - she bragged because it was some sort of special type (VSOB I think were the letters in my dream, which I interpreted as “Very Special Old Brandy”). She saw my injuries and fixed them quite magically. It did not seem like magic - it seemed like medicine, but it happened really fast.

The doctor was lying on the bed, and I asked her if she was given the brandy because she was also a conspirator. She said yes, it was a gift. She then thanked me for writing the note because it was instrumental in completing the murder. She showed me the note sitting on top of the shelf above the bed, and I felt terrible all over again. Then she pulled out a red plastic hunting knife and tried to stab me with it. I caught the knife between my palms and took it away. The knife then disappeared and I made a dive for the note. I grabbed the note, crumpled it up, and ate it. The doctor then started trying to get sweet with me, but I was so disgusted with her for killing my friend and for having tried to kill me that I left and went back home.

I was going back to the party, and that stupid alligator started chasing me again, so I hit it with the ice-pick. That thing was so stubborn that it just kept trying to follow me back to the party. Then I woke up.

There were plenty of times in this dream where I became suspicious of the fact that I was dreaming, but I didn’t seem to become completely lucid.

7/10/2015
Went to bed at 10:15, woke up at 6:00

I was really tired when I went to bed, so I slept like a brick. When I woke up at 6:00, I didn’t remember a thing.

I laid in bed for 10 minutes after the alarm, and had some flashes: The Supremes, French Fries, Mankind (pro wrestler). That last one was probably because I had been listening to the WTF podcast, and Marc Maron was interviewing Mick Foley, who played Mankind.

I have been feeling very excited to go to bed at night. This is good.

7/9/2015
Went to bed at 11:15, woke up at 6:30.

Didn’t remember anything from last night, bummer.

Went running for 3 miles at 9:00, was pretty tired when I went to bed, and also when I woke up. Maybe that had something to do with it.

7/8/2015
Went to bed at 12:00 am, alarm went off at 6:30, laid in until a little before 7:00

Things were a bit muddy last night. I think I may have been too tired and should have gone to bed earlier. Too much exercise and not enough sleep. I only remember two images.

One is of a 45 rpm record, and trying to put it into some sort of slot like a dvd or cd player. It had writing on it, and I remember reading it, but don’t remember what it said.

Early in the night I had a very short dream where I was in a field, and I saw a bow (archery) standing near a few trees. Then I woke up. I think that some of the shorter dreams that I couldn’t remember on 7/6 had the same field, but I can’t be sure.

7/7/2015
Last night, I dreamed that I was in a large park on a beautiful day. I came across a strange drinking fountain. It had three spouts that pointed up from near the ground, each in a circle, and a fourth about at waist level. It had three buttons on it, each controlling how hard the water came out. The water just came out of whatever spout you were trying to drink from, I only pushed two buttons. The top button made the water come out just right, and the middle button made it come out way too hard. I drank from the spout at waist level.

After I was done drinking, George came along and had a drink from one of the spouts near the ground. He pushed the middle button and got all wet, but then pushed the top button and got a good drink.

Then I followed Charlie and several other kids (I was supervising) up to a large playground area. Charlie got there before me, and was playing with a wiffle golf ball. He must have gotten it from someone else, because there was a woman there saying that it was hers. I had Charlie give it back, and he threw it onto a pile of the woman’s belongings.

The dream ended with me seeing two young people sitting next to a very old woman. She was their aunt (a maiden aunt, I think), and they were being very nice to her. I am not sure why, but the words “nobody wants a combined aunt” repeated in my head several times.

7/6/2015
I am attempting to write this in reverse order...

I dreamed that I was setting up my drumset in the back of a narrow room. It was not very brightly lit. I was setting it up so I could play for a church service. A guest piano player was getting ready next to me, and she was trying to explain a movie to me that I had never seen.

Before that, I had been in a hallway talking with Todd from work and several other people about a new musical liturgy that was being planned. I was saying that it wasn’t ready yet, but all the musicians had to go to a training session on it. I was the trainer, and the training had already taken place. I thought that it was too early to train because the writing was not complete yet. The guest piano player overheard that conversation and thought I was complaining.

Before that, I was training a room full of people on that new musical liturgy. It was in a room that looked like the training room at work.

There were some shorter dreams through the night that I don’t quite remember. They almost felt like daydreams.