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A few years ago I had the most awesome ride with my dream guide. I started the dream feeling really troubled, the next thing I know I am in the sky and this amazing flying oriental dragon cross shaggy creature from the Never ending story looks down at me with this huge grin. I am flying next to him and have this incredible feeling of peace I never could have believed existed. He had these huge flappy ears and had a white coat like a shaggy wolf hound. I'll never forget that dream. I'm not sure I believe in astral travel, but if I did I just met the coolest dude around to hang out with!

1. I was riding my dirt bike on a really difficult trail in the mountains. I then remember my bike slipping off the edge and just jumping off in time to avoid falling off the cliff. My bike broke into a gazillion pieces when it crashed, but then I went to recover what I could and it was in perfect shape minus a few scratches. Should have been a clue for a LD, but meh...

2. I was climbing Mt. Everest, but it was surprisingly easy and not cold whatseoever... LD sign... I then made it to the summit, took a quick view and headed back down. On my way I saw a guy walking his dog casually, and then he followed me across some ice where he and the dog fell in. I saved them and then we went to this random cabin that was conveniently located right next to this icy lake and we warmed up with some hot chocolate.

3. I was at school and freaked out that I hadn't done my math homework, which I had saved for study hall the morning before class. Then I got to math however and realized I had done my physics homework instead of my math, and now didnt have my assignment. Then a random person from the college I'm enrolled in for next semester appeared and gave a speech.

Nothing special...

Monday 1.20.14

Last night, bed 11:30pm - 5:45am

DR 2:40am

Second night in a row, I'm kicking some monster ass.

I'm in a grocery store. Have to lead a group of people to the other side, through some monster occupied part of a store. They called nurses office to come and help us. So some people in lab coats show up and show me an assortment of scalpels, tweezers, a kitchen knife. I pick the knife and we are on the move.

I get stabbed on my cheek and can't really talk. We get to the other, safe side and only after I collapse the notice I'm injured.

No fear of monsters at all. Pretty good feeling from job well done.

The first dream i had i was a monk. i wasn't able to write it down until i got to work so it might be a bit fuzzy. There is also something i would like to discuss at the end.

I was some kind of monk staying at a monastery. The Monastery was pretty low key, just a standard temple. However, there was a giant statue of Buddha in the middle of our monastery. The statue had to have been as tall as a skyscraper. The inside of the statue was hollow though, and it was a maze of caves, with hardly an light. Myself and two other monks thought it would be a good idea to explore the caves. We went inside for a bit and got lost. I ended up getting separated from them, but managed to find my way out. When i got out, there was two men in suites talking to the Abbot near the base of the statue. The Abbot was listening intently to what the men where saying...something about me joining them. I remember being upset by this, i did not want to leave the monastery, but i didn't say anything about it because i was too focused on telling the Abbot what had happened. I ran to the abott and told him what happened. I was expecting him to be very upset, and get angry with me, but he just smiled softly and said,

"i suppose we should go find them hmm."

The abbot and myself began running up the walkway to get into the Buddha with the two men in suites following us.I was not able to keep up with the Abbot and eventually lost him. The two men in suites also seemed to have disappeared. I remembered my monk training and remained calm and didn't freak out that i was lost and alone. The caves where very dark, and i couldn't really see, but i remained calm. I eventually saw some natural light, so instinctively i headed towards it. It had turned out to be a small room (or as much of a room as it could be considering it was a cave) with a small opening. The opening was just big enough for my arm to fit through, so i stuck it through and waved it around for a bit hoping somebody would see it and be able to help me. After a minute of silly flailing i removed my arm from the hole and instead put my eye up to. I peered out and realize i was too high up and that no one would even notice me. (the people where like Ants). I the decided to sit down and try to figure something out based on all the knowledge i had gained from the hole. I had figured that i was probably in Buddha's ear, so i should head downwards to try and get out, as that seemed logical. I sat for a little more, just resting with no thoughts in particular. I awoke while sitting there.

Now, the thing i wanted t odiscuss is that this dream has alot of similarities to other dreams. Yet again, dreams are either showing continuity in either story lines, or the same things happen in different ways. For example, in this dream i enter a dark cave and cannot keep up with the "leader". That happened in a nightmare that you can read somewhere below. Second, the men in suites trying to recruit me. I had a dream the other night (i didn't write it down because i was being lazy) that a man came to my apartment and tried to recruit me. I had at first accepted, but when i found out what he wanted me to do i refused and ran away from him. After i fled him i had run back to my apartment and it was burned down. Some other stuff happened in the dream but i ended up going to a superhero squad (yeah, lol) for help. As i was on my way out the door, one of the superhero's looked to me and said, "hey, you know-" but before he could finish i said "thanks but no thanks. i already have more than enough offers of people wanting me to join them." I think it was important because not only does it show that i was paying attention to what had happened earlier in the dream, but it also goes back to my other dream where a cop tries to recruit me. This would be the 3rd dream in almost 3 straight days where i am being recruited. I'm not sure what this person/things wants, but i believe it is not good and it has to stop invading my dreams...


For the next dream, it was actually quite warming and comforting, and very mellow.

It was winter time on a lake. The lake was large, surrounded soft shorlines that led into woods or shorelines that broke off into valley. The lake was half frozen and the surrounding land was covered in snow. The dream started off with me viewing a small group of animals swimming towards the shore. I was not actually looking with my own eyes, it was like watching a documentary. It was an assortment of animals. Ranging from cats, pigs, turtles and other random assorted creatures. Then, i finally "spawned" in the dream (and i was viewing it from my own eyes thankfully.) I was standing where the animals had come ashore and scattered off. They where long gone by the time i spawned and their footprints where pretty much faded. However, there was a small cat left there crying. I petted and comforted the cat and it stopped crying. It began snowing, so i started making a shelter. What happened next was a sort of time line, if you will. images of me
playing with the cat through the seasons, the cat getting bigger and older, and myself as well. The shelter growing fro ma simple shack into a full blow log cabin, growing in complexity. The cat and i where best friends. the dream ended with the cat and i sitting lazily atop hill off to the west of the lake, on a
warm sunny day....


Looking back at the dream, i realized the cat was orange, the same color as my old friend "kitty". It's strange, because i met kitty in an extremely similar fashion. I had found kitty in a graveyard, jsut a little kitten, alone scared and sad. I brought kitty back with me to my house, and kept him on my stomach for hours jsut petting him and telling him it was okay. Eventualyl he stopped shaking and crying and curled up and slept. Since then, kitty was my best friend. He grew up with me jsut as i did, and he only ever answered to me. He would cry at my door until i let him in. He would always cuddle on my lap when i watched tv, no matter how big he got. (he got pretty big at the end of his life). If he was across the yard playing, i would only have to call him once and he would come sprinting full force to my side. Kitty was the beset cat, and even better friend. I like to think that dream was Kitty just paying me a visit, and reminding me of some of the good times, and the important things in life.


This last dream isn't really a dream. It's a false awakening, but i thought it was really funny so i wanted to share it.

I get to work extremely early, (like an hour, sometimes earlier than that) and considering the over time is not allowed right now, i had nothing to do so i decided to take a nap in the conference room.. I had a false awakening where i woke up in the conference room, but i was late because it was the buzzer that woke me up. For some reason, in this dream i had 3 large boxes of pennies and dimes. I had jumped up at the sound of the buzzer and knocked the boxes all over the floor. I began scrambling, trying to pick them up, so i could clock in on time. While picking them up, i thought to myself "Wait, why the hell do i have all these coins and why did i bring them to work?" I then woke up for real in the conference room....10 minutes before the buzzer

It was kinda dis-orientating....

Journal Entry non-lucid #14 Dream, Lucid Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background:

Dream fragment 1 from 8:40pm-2:12am" Most Powerful Man in World": This man had conflict with his friend. The man was said to be the most powerful person in the world. He had all sorts of power which I don't remember very clearly but I remember that he can transform at will and cut through dimensions. He used his power to get even with his friend I woke up but I didn't record it upon awakening.

Dream fragment 2 from 8:40pm-2:12am" Samuel L. Jackson chased by Police": I was looking out the window of my kitchen. I see this purple car speeding and cops were after it. He parked his car and changed the color to dark orange. I looked at the driver and it was Samuel L. Jackson from pulp fiction, he had the hair and everythingI got up and recorded what I could here

I read Stephan LaBerge's book. I wrote down notes furiously taking it as serious as a classroom. After writing to the amount I already read. I continued to read and highlight important information. After about 1:30 I ate food then meditated before going to sleep. I felt very feverish so I put the bed sheets all the way up and gave myself a little space to breath from. I kept saying, "next time I am dreaming I will realize I am dreaming and I kept imaging myself doing reality checks.

Dream fragment 3 from 4:34am-6:11am " A Quick Lucid Dream caused by suffocation": I was asking this man about dream yoga. Not just anybody though, he is a Tibetan and has been practicing Dream Yoga for a long time, his name or title is Geshe Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche. I found him on YouTube and watched some of his videos. So, I went and I asked him if he can give me tips about dream yoga or lucid dreaming he told me, "I know the 11th step to yoga". He looked very confused, as if he didn't know dream yoga. I started gasping for air and I asked him what is going on. He looked at me still confused. I realized I was dreaming and I tried to control my breathing, but I couldn't. I tried again and again, then I thought what if it was my waking body that is suffocating. so I decided to wake up . The bed sheet was on top of me and it completely covered me. I moved it and went back to sleep.

Dream fragment 4 from 4:34am-6:11am " True Nature of Reality (False Awakening #2)": I saw TO in my house. I told him about the short little lucid dream that I had but got ruined by the suffocation. He asked me in return, "what was your 1st dream?". I thought, "Why would he want to know that, does he want to know if he was in my dream or something". I tried to remember, but I couldn't. I took out my dream journal and it said that my first dream was about turning as large as the Earth. I thought "really?" but accepted it. He then told me that he was leaving. I remembered that it was Tuesday and remembered I don't have to go to class until later on. I asked if he wants some breakfast. He said no and offered me a ride. I looked outside and I saw 2 red dark wine colored cars parked next to each other.
I saw that the fence to my house was broken. I went over to pick it up and I tried to take it to my house. When I got there I realized there is a door already there. I turn back around my house changed and their is a fountain with statues, and it looked elegant. I jumped from my house door to the bottom of the stair case which led to the fountain and the statues. It was about a 15 ft jump up for a distance of 70 ft. Apparently the walk way to the statues and fountain connects our neighbors, and my neighbors never saw me before until today. I was jumping all over the place wrecking all the garden roses and flowers. I was running back and forth. I saw a dog as I zipped past it. The dog became very excited, so the owner pulled the collar. I though to myself it would be so cool if I had a bunch of dogs running with me, and I laughed at that thought. The dog got angry and bit me. I felt the pain on my hand but it didn't last long. As I was running away I told the guy if he let's his dog free I will kill the dog. Then I thought I could sue him for that. He put the dog in this garden metal thing that transports dirt. As we were walking this man said let the dog go. I became angry but explained the situation calmly to him. Then they calmed down the dog and let it free. It turned into some hippie hipster guy with shades on. He looked mad. I laughed and said that is not our guy. Then we looked for the dog and the dog was gone. So, I turned to see where the hipster went. It has now changed into my old middle school. I was told that I have a detention to serve, so I was looking for the room. I saw CT, and I asked him if he knows where the room is. A lot of people were passing by so he got distracted and told me no and left. I was thinking at this point what if this is a dream.
Then I woke up. I picked up the dream journal beside my bed and put on the light for it. I started writing my dreams down. I reflected on what happened and I was laughing. I was thinking to myself wow I nearly had a full lucid dream. I started hearing people walk around my house. It sounded like my cousin and her friends. She came to my door calling my name and asked me what I was doing in there I tried to ignore her and kept on writing my dream. She slipped through the door and I saw her. I remembered that the door is locked so she can't get in. With that realization, she popped right back out, I ran to the door and I opened it wide open. I yelled, "how did you just do that ?" She replied jokingly," oops phantom slip!" I said, "that is not good enough". I think I believed it because of quantum physics video I watched long time ago. It was explaining particles in term of a ball. It was something like if you bounce a ball on top of a table infinite times at some point it will pass through table. Then I did a reality check to make sure. I looked at my hands. IT FAILED. I didn't continue my normal routine R.C. though. I turned and the light in my room was now on. I go to get my dream journal. My dreams were now written on separate piece of paper. I thought this will take some time to copy over. My grandmother walks in to tell me she has food for me. My mother walks in to see my room. I looked around the room with suspicion, for I felt this weird oddity about the nature of my experience. I saw the elegant letter "A" in Tibetan on my wall just like I have in waking life. I also saw my vows right underneath that. I thought maybe that is what the Tibetans meant by when they say try to comprehend the true nature of reality. I thought maybe reality is just a dream and we are waiting to be awoken. when I said that I woke up immediately. I don't have a fence to my house or a fountain with statues. R.C still failing, but I only did one.

Reflection: I woke up with a thought and that is, "most people live life thinking that they are awake so they live life asleep, but the ones live life thinking that they are asleep live life awake."

00:00 Monday 2014-01-19

+ Playing blackjack at a table, buying a snack from the dealer who handed it to me over a 3-foot high clear plexiglass barrier, spied a former neighbor of mine who was behaving entirely deranged, walking around with severely squinted eyes (not the first time I've seen a DC with squinted eyes, weird) knocking into people and babbling, I'm riding in an office chair with wheels I roll right up to her and call her name, she opens her eyes widely as she recognizes me, and she says something about the correct words/grammar to use when discussing dachsunds -- she holds one of my seated legs between her standing legs and I think this is a bit inappropriate.

+ I'm trying to woo a crush by giving her pieces of strangely glowing minerals I find in the ground.

+ Driving in my childhood neighborhood I get chased at high speed by some bad guys.

Me and my sister walk up to this houses doorstep I've never seen before, it's night out and kind of dark purple and orange in the sky. I smack the door instead of knocking or ringing the bell and instantly my cousin answers and lets us in. We go to the table and sit down. I realize it's a party and we're late and she gives me a bag of chocolates and I look to see what they are, a kiss filled with almond, a kiss filled with peanut butter, and a kiss filled with peppermint-bark, and eat the peanut butter one and instantly become nauseous. Then I get up to walk it off and when I return my cousin has my chocolates, and I become irate, but realize they made me sick so I grow to not care. Then I walk out the front door to get fresh air and I wake up.

Me and my sister are at the bottom of my grandparents driveway. This girl walks up to us and begins to whisper something into my sisters ear. I become paranoid because the look on my sisters faced turns fearful. Then the girl looks down and giggles and then run though the gate and I watch my sister chase her. I chase after my sister asking her what did the girl say, my sister seems to be angry now, and the end of the driveway goes to a dark river instead of the street, the girl runs on the water and makes a right, I see my sister get into a canoe and row hastily towards the girl, I tried to jump on the my sisters canoe but she went to fast and I fell into the water and it drug me away towards the girl and my sister, I see a yellow canoe by me in the water and I climb in and begin to row towards them yelling for them but I can't catch up, and now I see three of my cousins in canoes rowing beside me and all of us are trying to catch up to my sister and that girl.

I'm at my grandparents house, I want to leave right now but everyone else says they're going to leave the next day, so my grandpa says I can take his rv and head out now. I agree and get into the rv, I turn it on and its starts to roll backwards down the long ass driveway. The brakes don't work, but I think at least it's rolling backwards really slow, so i back it into the fence. Then this guy gets in and says lets start over and suddenly he's in the driver seat and drives the rv into the grass field next to the house and says he hopes there isn't shit in the grass, I think about the holes, but he speeds up to the top, and I see a perfect turn in but he doesn't take it and it irritates me, he keeps going and goes through the front yard gate, and then we go back down the drive way.

I'm walking into the house from being at my grandmas or something, like from a short vacation. When I walk in the house I see my dad walk in from the hallway. I instantly know he's been in my room. I become infuriated for my mom letting him in our house and he instantly tries to regain power of the house and us. I tell my mom to call the cops now I know he has no right but she acts like she's too afraid. So I go to my room and dig through stuff for some reason, then I hear him coming so I go to my door and shut it and lock it. He starts banging on the door, and brakes it in. Then he tries to make me back down, but I don't and tell him I'll steal everything right back. And I'll sell his shit as fast as he sells mine. He becomes enraged because he can't instill fear in me, so he pushed me on my bed and had this metal stick and stabbed it at my throat, i try to block it with my hands but it cuts my skin and he walks out of my room. I run out behind him and plea with my mom to step up again but she just stands there and smile, so I turn around and hear him digging in my room, then he walks out with some of my stuff and a stack of my money and he laughs at me telling me what he's going to do with it, but then I get up and grab the money and put it in my pocket and say the same things back.

1/21/14* hearing about a riot in (2nd city south of here) after a "(something) & Dreams" event. Hearing this news apparently takes me to the event. Controversy over some of the displays made. I then find myself in a classic dark ride going past these displays that participants apparently made. We are all hanging in air from long ropes as we go through the ride. One of the early displays was obviously controversial because it was an animatronic creature that looked like a stylistic hybrid of a penis and a vagina (the shaft had a vagina like opening part way up and the head was more pointed like a dutch hat with the flaps curved inwards, kind of a stylized directional arrow)...odd! (day residue? heard about siblings last night that each took the other's gender-as if their gender was confused at birth). Another animatronic display was a mythical-hero-looking, rocky-dark-gray-statue-guy kissing what looks like a male mythical-human-shaped creature. A girl in front is scared and grabs onto me and I hold her from behind. We are going past a long grayish curtain and something is just bound to pop out at any moment so I close my eyes a couple of times and I realize that this is a dream. We're still going by the long curtain for a while but then I start seeing black cobblestones or similar and wonder if the dream is fading but somehow I keep the same (though somewhat boring) scene going for what feels like another 20 to 30 seconds (using something very similar to the way I nudge on the vibrations) before I finally end up back in bed and needing to get up to go to the bathroom. This all happened 5 hours after going to bed and *before* my wbtb so it was more of a spontaneous dild that I tie to my self awareness work. 99

I'm looking at some kind of travel ad with a picture of a bridge and a quote calling it magical. A woman's complaining about the misuse of the quote - apparently it's a line from the end of a long poem about a more literal variety of magic, and the way the ad is using it is going completely against the spirit of the poem. She summarizes the poem, saying something along the lines of 'magic's one and only purpose: getting us outta here.'

As I think about what that means, I become lucid. I'm floating above the bridge from the image in that ad, high over a river, surrounded by trees; I fly along the road, over the trees, flying higher until I can see that this is an island, and I fly out over the water. It's all very beautiful, but I'm still thinking about what that woman had said, and I associate it with a quote from Tolkien in defense of escapism. (The quote: Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home?) Thinking about Tolkien, I think that while I'm lucid, I'll go find some elves. But suddenly I feel a desperate need to, as the woman said, get outta here - rather than flying peacefully over the water, now I'm thinking of the sky as a barrier I have to break through; I'm very worked up about it. I fail completely.

When I stop trying to break through the sky, I find I'm now flying outside my IRL home. I land in a tree. My IRL neighbor's on the steps outside with some people I think of as her cousins, and she sees me. I feel embarrassed, a grown man climbing trees. The branch I'm sitting on breaks with a very loud crack, and although I don't fall very far at all, they run over to me. She scolds me for climbing trees when people are trying to sleep. We go inside. I'm still vaguely aware that I'm dreaming, but I'm thinking that I'll have to wait for these people to leave before I can do anything very interesting.

I 'wake up' on a bus. I think about the lucid dream I just had, but am distracted when Danica Patrick starts making out with the woman sitting next to me. (And yet it doesn't occur to me that I might still be dreaming...)

I'm in an office, talking to someone about the android I've been monitoring. The guy I'm talking to is the same model, and I'm asking him about some of the skills he was programmed with; I think there might be something wrong with the one I've been observing, she seems to have let some of her skills decay. He hints that maybe I've got an ulterior motive here, and he's right, but I insist I'm only concerned about my employer (their manufacturer)'s reputation. I'm thinking I'm going to have to download a training program so I can pose as a servant and infiltrate her owner's household.

(Woke up. Had an unusually difficult time getting back to sleep, I was up for at least an hour.)

There's two men sitting in front of a fireplace, a young man and an old one. The young man's saying, "Don't you want to help me?" There's a long pause. The young man isn't aware of it, but the person he's speaking to is his father-in-law; his wife, the old man's daughter, has recently passed away, and for some reason the old man thinks it's to his benefit to keep that connection secret. Now the old man says, "Your wife... Very sweet creature."

(Woke up. Back to sleep without difficulty this time.)

I'm on a train named after a greek goddess; I've just changed from a train called Autehna (which is meant to be Athena - my dreams have mixed up that name in a similar way before, again pronouncing it with a 't' instead of 'th'), and I'm thinking of the naming of the two trains as pleasantly symbolically appropriate. I'm writing in a journal. As I write, I see an image of what I'm writing about: a very powerful and morally dubious man offered me a position, and I turned him down, and I can't for the life of me figure out why. In the journal, I write that I must have learned in another life to refuse to get tangled up with the wicked and powerful.

Continuing as the same character from the train, I find my wife and children asleep around/under the Christmas tree.

Still the same character, I'm standing on a dock next to a rowboat full of men in red uniforms, casting off. I'm in the same uniform, as is the man beside me, but the two of us aren't going back to the ship with the rest. I'm thinking about that position I'd turned down, and the possible ill will resulting from that refusal, and I start to feel suspicious about the guy next to me. When I look at him, he takes off running down the dock, reaching for a rope. I reach for the weapon I've concealed in my false leg, and as I remove it I hear someone say "mon dieu!" I'm thinking about the various bits and pieces of myself that I've left behind.

(Woke up, once again couldn't get back to sleep and eventually gave up on it, even though I'd gotten only about 5 hours of sleep. Unusual.)

Morning of January 21, 2014. Tuesday.



I think I am in the same apartment as the manticore dream, but the layout is different and seemingly a bit bigger. Burl Ives is a chubby version of Sigmund Freud. Whatever next? Well, I guess this is my “celebrity year” after all. Somehow, though, he is also a Russian man named Ion Nocalov. None of this makes any sense, of course, but why should it? In my mind, I can easily see Sigmund Freud and Burl Ives as the “same person” for several reasons. Both are sort of a “doubting Thomas”. In the case of Burl Ives, he denied Magnus - but came to know the truth. In the case of Sigmund Freud, I can say with a good degree of certainty that I do not agree with a single thing he has ever written on anything. And as for Ion Nocalov…well…I do not know who that is. He seems to be getting ready to leave and has a cigar stuck in his face and is putting on a shabby burlap-bag-like coat over his pristine white suit. He pauses, looks at his waistcoat watch, and writes some notes on a yellow pad on his desk. I get the impression it is my desk and my apartment, and he seems to be imposing in astounding ways, but I do not say a word. For a moment, I hear ocean waves, so we may not be on Third Street in La Crosse, even though I am almost certain.

A fire nymph runs around the room. I am astounded. Burl does not notice. I point. He looks. She is gone - how annoying. After a time, I notice that there is a Scrabble tile holder on the desk, with Scrabble letters that spell out “Sigmund Fraud”. I am amused that Ion/Sigmund/Burl has not noticed this blatant error.

I put my hand into the fire upon the next appearance via the “abdomen”. It does not burn. Burl aka Ion is talking on the phone. He keeps saying “what?" I thought he had been responding to me as I am speaking but this is not the case. For a moment, I think he catches a glimpse of the girl of fire from the corner of his eye. "I’m calling the fire department,” he says loudly. I can hear the old-style rotary noises as if he is dialing about twenty numbers or more - which is quite ridiculous, as emergency numbers are of less digits, not a lot more.

The fire nymph grabs a TV remote and turns on a very large television. Assuming it is the La Crosse apartment, it is the southern wall. “My name is Mok, thanks a lot” sings an animated “Lou Reed” (I recall a precognitive dream of his death on October 27, 2013). I have not thought of this “song” at all in at least twenty years or more? IMDb reports it is from “Rock & Rule” from 1983. The IMDb plot summary (errors corrected) is “Angel, a member of a punk rock band in the apocalyptic future, is kidnapped by Mok, a legendary super-rocker. Obsessed with a dark experiment, Mok plans to use Angel’s voice to summon a demon from another dimension. The rest of the band follows Mok to Nuke York in an attempt to get her back.” (“Nuke York”? Oh brother.) I can honestly say that I saw this at least once over twenty years ago but have not thought about it at all since I saw it. In fact, I think I forgot all about it for the most part (except for that annoying “song”) an hour after I saw it.

“What’s this sh–?” asks Burl aka Sigmund aka Ion. “I don’t know,” I say with my jaw hanging open. “Mok doesn’t even rhyme with lot.”

“Well, that’s really stupid,” he replies, talking through his cigar, and turns off the television.

Suddenly, the west wall (an internal division) explodes outward and the fire girl is on a black horse, sort of swaying as if listening to a slower song, with the horse breathing misty tendrils. “F–k me!” says Burl. He sounds almost like plaster “speaking”…or what plaster would sound like if it could talk. There is a roaring and a “quivering” in the environment that is not quite right, like being inside of a can someone is shaking. “Dragon! Dragon!” he yells, leaving the room. “It’s not a dragon, it’s a horse,” I say calmly, but he is gone. I decide to risk it and walk into the imagery. It is almost like feeling my way around in a dark room as I am not oriented to the environment “correctly” somehow - more like the top part of my body and the lower part of my body are in two different frames of reference.

I find myself on the horse behind the nymph. We fly over pools of beautiful glowing lava and “lava falls”, forest fires, arctic regions, blizzards, the ocean, both stormy and calm, including the rolling waves at El Jobean, and lakes glowing orange from reflected sunlight as the sun is setting. It goes on and on. It reminds me vaguely of other dreams where there is a clear physical awareness, yet at the same time, the world is moving when the body is mostly in one point in space.

I am back at North Monroe street as a boy (Florida). It seems very odd to move about, taking longer to get somewhere with shorter legs. I look over the small stack of comic books on the tank in the bathroom. There was “The Cowsills”, the “Hot Stuff” one where he is shooting at a three-headed ogre (apple on each head?) with his trident, a Walt Disney one with Magica De Spell and something about hiding inside a brick fence or wall, I think, and a Bugs Bunny one with Daffy Duck.

My older brother Jim (deceased) is smiling and sitting on the couch along the south wall in the living room when I tell him of the great Russian psychologist, Ion Nocalov, who thought that all horses were dragons.

Then the dream changes a little as he tries to copy the name I say, acting as if it is a clever invention. “Vola Con Noi! We can fly!”

Added note: If it was not for this quite vivid dream, I would have surely lived the rest of my life without ever thinking of “Rock & Rule” again. Funny how things can be “hidden” like that, yet remembered to some extent with “cues”. This is actually one of the only movies presently that I had “forgotten” so much of this way in my lifetime. I wonder what that says about the movie.

The mashed up image is with other fairly recent entries, was going to use it in an additional notes entry, but will include it with this one.

Important additional note: One of the most absurd things I have ever read regarding Freud was how a particular person apparently did not have a “wish fulfillment” dream (according to that dreamer’s view) and this was determined by Freud to be a “wish fulfillment” dream anyway, because it was the “wish” of the dreamer to prove that not all dreams were wish fulfillment relative to Freud’s theory. This was so pathetic and absurd that it instantly (in my mind) demoted Sigmund Freud to the level of a cartoon character. It is probably one of the most absurd things I have read on dreams.

I entered a room with I think three friends of mine, but I did not recognise them after the dream. The room didn't really look that much like a room, but more like a prison cell. The floor was mossy / dirty and it just looked really shitty. I walked around a bit and mentioned that there was no way I'd be able to sleep normally in here. There were no windows of any description and there wasn't a shower either. All we had was a little basin to bathe in but that was full of moss and stuff as well.

Ok. I'm going back to the pyramid tonight. Going to visit it at night with a full moon lighting the way. If anyone else wants to go, ill be the black crazy horse. Lol