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At the beginning of the dream a new hospital has opened on the border between South and North Korea. The hospital was created by the United Nations for the people of both countries who cannot afford healthcare on their own. It is supposed to be politically neutral, and it was when it first opened, but the tentions between the two countries have overlapped into the hospotal building and it is now divided. The nouth end of the hospital is declared the territory and property of North Korea and the south end of the hospital to South Korea. While doctors and hospital workers can go anywhere in the building, North Koreans are restricted to the north end of the building and South Koreans to the south end.

These restrictions were brought about by the North Korean leader Kim Jong-il to prevent people from North Korea from escaping through the hospital and defecting to the south. South Koreans are barred by armed soldiers located in the north end from entering and North Koreans are arrested if they try to enter the south end. Other than these strange rules, the hospital functions normally after some renovations are made to make sure that both South and North Koreans have access to the care they need in their respective building space. This includes two seperate waiting rooms in each end of the building. The name of the hospital in the dream is the United Nations Hospital of Peace, but because it sits on the border of the two Koreas, people generally call it the Border Hospital.

All of the doctors and care workers who are employed there are volunteers from different countries. This is so politics can be left out and the care of the patients remain priority. I have just finished my PHD in general medicine and I am transfered at my request to the Border Hospital. I am all idealistic and hopeful and actually think that I will be making a difference to bring about peace for the two countries by providing unconditional healthcare for all, and in the back of my mind I think about helping North Koreans defect secretly if I can but I voice my ideas to no one.

The majority of my work is located in the south end of the hospital, but one night I am very tired after a long day of work and because it is so late I have missed the last bus that would take me to the small apartment where I live on the South Korean side of the border. The hospital is open twenty-four hours a day on the south side, but is forced closed at midnight in the north end by the North Korean army. Since the lobby in the south end is full of activity and people, I wander through the empty halls in the north end. After checking on some in-patients and running a few last errands I laid down to sleep on a padded bench in the lobby in the North Korean end.

The dream changes from first person perspective to third person perspective. Sometime during the night, North Korean soldiers quietly enter the lobby and take me away in a dark green truck. Since the north end of the hospital was mostly empty of people, no one saw what happened and nothing is said about it publicly on the North Korean side the next day. I am missing for many days before two men from the United Nations come to investigate. Many people in the hospital tell them that they suspect that North Korea has me, but are afraid to make public accusations for fear that they will meet a similar fate. The two investigators do not have many leads when one day they come across the hospital security camera system. Because of lack of funding, no security guards had been watching the system, but it had been digitally recording ever since it was put in place when the hospital first opened.

The two men review the tapes and on the night I disappear they see men dressed in North Korean uniforms enter from the north entrance of the hospital and take me away. When confronted with the video evidence, Kim Jong-il definantly states that the soldiers were really South Koreans in disguise to make North Koreans look bad. He then invites a few select diplomats to visit all of the North Koreans prisons, but I am not found in any of them. The soldiers in the video are rounded up and questioned but only one will talk after being promised asylum in South Korea. He says Kim Jong-il knew about the security camera system and had been hacking it to spy on the hospital. When he saw me sleeping in the North Korean lounge, he commanded his soldiers at the hospital to arrest me for spying.

After the defection and confession of one of his soldiers, Kim Jong-il stages a coup and takes over the hospital. After evicting the patients and workers, the North Korean leader tries a take over of South Korea through the building, but the south retaliates and destroyes the hospital, sending North Korea back to their side of the border. No trace of what happened to me after I was arrested is ever found.

I was the ambassador from planet Xander(this is a play off my name, 'Ambiria' is a play off of hers).

Ambi was this short squat angry military commander, and was wearing some crazy Xena armor. Her planet was a powdery purple and the surface looked like the moon, with craters in it. She had a squad of angry feminist generals. You know, the 'men are slaves!' and 'vaginas are magnificent!' cliche. I remember feeling like I was in some pretty hostile territory, and the women were giving me a wrathful eye because of my parts. I was trying to keep the mood light and remember thinking, 'Wow, some verrry hostile vaginas up in here...' Their troops were organized in a standing formation, we had a wide berth, but they were all around us, thousands. The foot soldiers, were men.

They had been abducted to fight for the feminist army, under the command of the beautiful angry women. Ambi told me that her planet 'needed my DNA'. I asked her why she needed my sperm, and she explained to me that 'relinquishing your DNA shall be for the greater good of all Ambiria- with it we can create clones of one suitable man, and we can genetically alter him to be more subservient to us as well, and he will be the best putty from which to create the perfect soldier. We will no longer need to force other planets to... persuade... other planets to surrender their newly mature males to us.'

At this point the foot soldiers all around us, all men, also began giving me the evil eye, angry that I'd been 'chosen' by the commander instead of them. Some of them were jeering about how skinny I was, and what a shitty soldier clones of me would make, and they should beat me up, and things. One of the generals shouted 'SILENCE! Or there shall be PAIN!' And all of the men hushed, but continued to stare me down. I asked her why she couldn't just splice DNA from one of her warrior princess generals. She told me 'No! Our soldiers must be men! Women are fit to rule, men know how to follow orders! No self respecting: Ambirian woman would allow herself to be a foot soldier, it is a waste of her intellect!'

I 'paused' the scene.

I said 'hang on, Ambi, can we talk for real for a second?' 'What's up, Alex?' 'What do you think all of this means? I mean I can try to interpret it later, and see what J thinks, but I wanna know what you think. But not your waking self, because I don't wanna deal with it, and there are things I can't say to her, because it's just bullshit drama, and I hate that.' 'Well, what do you think it means?'

'I dunno. It's very weird. I mean, what's with the angry man-hating women who think men 'should be slaves'? If this is all coming out of my subconscious, doesn't it imply in some way that I think women are evil, or... I don't get it. It seems kind of misogynistic, and I worry about that. I don't want to be one of those asshole fucktard misogynistic guys. Is this what I really think about them?'

'Well obviously Alex, this dream just symbolizes that you're refusing to be my boyfriend because you're afraid of commitment, because you're immature. You're just like every other boy, you want an 'open relationship' to cover up that you're just scared shitless of actually committing to me like you're supposed to!' 'What??' ''poly' my ass! You're monogamous like everyone else, you're just too chicken!'

I stuck my finger in her face and said, 'No, you listen here, you stupid ass- I am NOT letting you put that on me, it's classic. 'I want you to worship only me, so if you don't it's because you're a sissy bitch'?! No. Nuh uh. Fucking no. You are such a manipulative little bitch, and you know what? I can't have this conversation with you in person, because your dream self I can bitchslap into oblivion and not care, but in person? YOURE the one who's too much of a pussy to DEAL with how shit really works!''If I talked to your face how I'm talking now, how I really feel half the time, you'd cry and cry and be so hurt, and I would fucking hate myself and regret it and be fucked up for so long, and the damage wouldn't be WORTH IT. I hate this!'

She continued trying to correct me and explain again, because I 'didn't get her point', which was that I was supposed to be monogamous with her, and 'treat her right'. I really hate that I tried to ask for her opinion on themes and symbolism within the dream, and she just twists it to talk about her personal needs and how I'm not fulfilling them, which is completely irrelevant. I'm being kinda 'deep' and shit and she's all 'wahh!'

We went back and forth like that for a bit, me trying to talk about something 'deep', and her saying something self serving and annoying in response. She kept trying, in vain, to 'connect' what I was saying, to what she was saying. i.e., 'so I think I might be dehydrated because the temperature has been up lately causing...' 'it's because you aren't treating me right!' 'that isn't relevant.' 'yes, it is, let me explain...the temperature correlates to.. how you feel about me, and it's... like, rising, which is causing the air to dry out, so it's sapping moisture from your skin, because you aren't closer to me.'

MJ: That's what the dream means, though. The dream is a situation that's familiar to you. You walk into a planet unsuspectingly as a diplomat, and you're faced with a demand and hostility, tangentially involving gender. The "evil feminists" are there because Ambi seems to be of that opinion, because she keeps erecting barriers between you and "real men", cisguys. Ambi leads them, of course. And the "soldiers" are ephemeral partners of Ambi, who do as instructed. But only your sperm is the kind she wants, because it carries the genetic information to make her children "easily controllable". When you try to talk to Ambi about this, she says the same thing. She demands you stop resisting and commit to her, i.e. surrender. The second part is you going "Whoa I don't get this" so your subconscious runs over the same material again, as a dialogue. Your subconscious is sketching an image of Ambi as someone who needs to be the 'center' of a relationship, and who wants to be served.

DREAM ONE:

The first one is you in my bathroom. This one is pretty vague and kind of blurry. You had a vag and I was about to go down on you. But there was like, a lot of toilet paper lint! I started rolling it off of your labia with my hand and making a little pile with it, to your dismay. And I was like, 'what? It's still good, it just needs to be dusted. But gee, there sure is a lot. Wait a minute. How the hell do you have so much toilet paper in here?' I mean there was a lot. It was making wads...Wet rolled up lint balls. And you said: 'Don't pick on me! We don't all have the pleasure of standing to pee! Some of us have to wipe.'

And I said, 'You don't? I've got like three spoons, you're welcome to using one, just rinse it afterwards. I'm sure we'll use like a third the amount of toilet paper.' And you said, 'No! I've been waiting forever for this, I'm not going to let you ruin it for me. Some of us go through pains to sit, okay?'

And I was like 'sorry, jeez.'
That was the end of that part.

MJ COMMENTS: The first part is basically your subconscious informing you of current events. "Hey we wanna go down on this chick but she's whiny and has stuff in her pussy and we don't like her right now."

SECOND DREAM:

I was walking around the bottom level of a movie theater, looking for the bathroom. Because I 'needed to take a bath'. (This makes no sense, but it did in the dream. Upon entering the bathroom, part of it was the bathroom at my house- our bathtub, our shower and everything, but with a urinal at one end and three sinks on the other.)

And guarding the hallway to the door was Justin(exboyfriend in WL), a security guard. Waking, I recognize that it was Justin, but in the dream he was a stranger. Just some random blonde security guard I didn't know.
When I passed him I smiled, thinking he was cute. He was standing in front of a softserve machine, that let out tofu flavored icecream. I snagged a free sample of this in a little tester cup. He said 'ah, that funky soy stuff, huh?' 'Yeah,' eating it.

And then he reached out and started trying to stroke my fucking nips through my shirt. I smacked his hand away and said, 'what are you doing? >: ( ' and he chuckled stupidly and went 'hehe come on, you like it.' 'No, no, I fucking don't!' And he reached out and started trying to do it some more. This actually felt kind of nice, but the violation of my personal space and blatantly ignoring my refusal, really pissed me off!

I smacked his hand away again and said, 'STOP IT!' (His touch was really pleasurable at this point, so I was having momentary confusion with whether or not the pleasure made me okay with it, before remembering to be angry. His fingertips I could feel right through my shirt, and the sensation wasn't of fingers, but like wet lace stroking me.)

He yet again made a stupid comment, like 'you want me' or some shit. This is the interesting part, I don't know if you remember me describing to you that I kept dreaming over and over that I punch someone with all of my might and they just laugh at me and I lose. And they either rape/pillage/destroytheworld/whatever because my 'best' was laughable. Well, I rear back and sock him in the fucking face. Just, BAM!. And he flies across the floor. Unconscious, with a broken nose, laying in a pile in the bathroom several feet away.

Instead of being happy, I start to freak out because I had no idea I was going to hit him that hard. I realized then that I had no proof of him sexually harassing me, which means that anyone who saw the 'punch' portion of that might think I was trying to mug him, and he could charge me with assault. Once again, dream logic makes no sense, and I go into the bathroom where his body is, to get into the tub so I can brush the icecream off my teeth and wash the blood off of my fists.

This is your second cameo, btw. You're already in the bathtub naked, squatting in front of the faucet washing your face. I have already taken off all of my clothes, and so you and I are squatting in the bath tub and I ask you to share some water with me via wash basin and you dump some over my shoulders for me. Everything is somehow fine and normal for this short part.

Then, all of a sudden, you're Ambi. This part is interesting to me, because the entire time you're you, I don't notice anything strange. But as soon as you're Ambi, all of a sudden it's like there's 'someone in there with me' in an unpleasant way. So a switcheroo has happened. Instead of wondering where you are, it's as if she's suddenly appeared and I've gone from being 'alone' to having someone fucking in there!

Let me rephrase, you didn't disappear, she just appeared. There was no 'where is MJ', but instead, 'what the fuck is Ambi doing here?' I looked at her and said as much. 'What the fuck are you doing in here?' And she was like, uhm, I'm taking a bath, hello. I said, jesus, have you been in here the whole time? If you've been here the whole time... Wait a minute, did you see what I did to that guy?' 'What guy?' 'There's a guy out there, bleeding in a pile on the floor. I punched him. You didn't see?' 'No...' 'Fuck, do you know what this means!' 'No...?' 'I don't have a witness!' 'And...?' 'Don't take this the wrong way, okay? But seriously, if your friend is being molested and you're like five feet away, and he PUNCHES the guy six feet across the floor and breaks his nose, dont'cha think maybe you should take notice? In the future, can we make this a normal occurrence, where I KNOW if you're suddenly going to show up, and uh, you employ a little 'assess, assist, report'?' (For some reason, 'assess, assist, report' was a construct in the dream like 'stop, drop, and roll' or 'grab, squeeze, twist, and pull', a short phrase you remember to react with in situations like these.')

She gives me this hurt look. I sigh and ask her to please hand me the tooth paste. She holds the toothpaste in her hand and smiles at me, and goes, 'Well mister, if you want it so bad, you'll just have to get it!~' And she fucking tosses it out of the shower, right next to Justin, on the floor. 'god damnit, do you have any idea what you've fucking done?!' I now reach my arm out of the tub, scrambling my fingers across the floor, to see if I can reach the toothpaste without getting out.

And Justin starts getting up.
I am scared shitless.

He groans and I can see through the curtain that he's holding himself up over the sink, checking his broken nose and sneezing blood onto the counter. I'm thinking 'shit, if he remembers I did that to him, I'm toast' I feel something against my finger, and it's not the toothpaste tube- but the back of his leather boot. I just bumped it. I snake my hand back into the shower and start to silently panic.

He turns around, and starts reaching toward the shower curtain. His hand reaches around and, doesn't open it, he just puts his hand past it... And he's holding the toothpaste. 'Hey, did one of you drop this? Same one I use. God... My head hurts. I can't remember what the hell happened. Did either of you guys see me fall, or something?' I say, 'No, sorry! Didn't even realize you were out there until you got up. You must've fallen after we were already inside, and the shower must've covered the noise.'

He says, 'Thanks, sorry about that... ooowughh...' and wanders off.

MJ COMMENTS: The breast feeling references Danny(chauvinist guy), but also references abusive relationships (I hate what he's doing but it feels good) and your capacity to actually break out of them. One of the things that holds you back from doing so is the fear that you would hurt a person who doesn't respect you. You punched Justin and it worked - because you realized you can get out - but it harmed him spectacularly. Which you felt terrible about. Then Ambi is in the bathtub, and she's not as comfy as me being there. You tell her "I'm looking for your approval" and she said "Hahaha, it's over there by the nasty guy". Which shows a need for control. Cue the fear of retaliation... (The toothpaste symbolizes approval. i.e., "Please give me something I would expect from you, since we are friends." "No! I deny it to you mock playfully, because I can! I control y00.") It's simply something you have no control over, and Ambi reduces your control further. (me: I think this is a nod to the common theme I have with people pulling the 'obliviously or half awaredly endangering your wellbeing in ways that wouldn't happen if we took you seriously'. This seems to happen in WL pretty often. Where my situation is glossed over, or the seriousness of my concerns dismissed and people do 'funny stuff' or 'whatever' and fuck my world up royally with their carelessness.)

THIRD DREAM:

It's my birthday. Justin(no longer a stranger, but my friend and exboyfriend as he is in WL) tells me he wants to take me to a cosmetics counter for my birthday, and I can just pick out a bunch of things that I like, and he'll treat me to them as a present. And he won't judge me, or give me crap, period, apart from maybe telling me I'm pretty. He reminds me that if I get a manicure done, he wants one, too. So we go to a counter, and we go to a Morning Glory, too, where we buy a bunch of really cute inane girly barrettes for our hair.

I get all kinds of beautiful eyeshadow, including bright violet and emerald green. When I get back to 'their house', (his house and her house, is the same thing. They don't necessarily 'live together', it's just that both their houses are 'not my house', thus, there is no difference in the dream and they're lumped together.) it's a strange combination of his house, and Ambi's.

I'm really happy right now, and so I decide to vacuum their ceiling for them, which hasn't been cleaned in ages. I flip a switch that also uses anti-gravity to move small particles from the carpet, to the ceiling, so I can suck them up in one go. They chide me for cleaning their house on my birthday, but I assure them don't worry, just a little more and I'll be done, I promise.

Justin's parents are there and they both smile and shake their heads at me, so does Ambi's mom and Justin and everyone hugs me. Then they wave goodbye, say they're going to go to the store or some such, and you kids play nice... Everyone leaves except Ambi.

She looks excited for me and says, 'So what did you get for your birthday?' And I open up a bright pink purse to show her all of the beautiful eyeshadow Justin gave to me(I am happy in this moment)...And it turns out all of the pots and jars and palettes were smashed and crushed somehow in transit, on the way to their house. So the entire bottom of the bag is just filled with broken jars and the powder is smashed to the point where it's mixed, and the color of dirt.

I am really sad at this, and frustrated. I say, 'It's such a huge waste... Those were all new, there were so many colors in there, and now it's just... Brown. How am I even going to put this to use..? I can't use this for anything, now. It's wasted...'

I start to cry.

She puts her hands on my shoulders and says, 'Alex, hey. It isn't as if it mattered. Your acne is so bad you look like you have some kind of terrible skin disease anyway.' I say to her, 'You're such a fucking bitch, god!' And she says, 'Oh yeah? Well YOU HAVE FUCKING ACNE, SO THERE!' I full on boo-hoo cry at this. I mean, fists to my eyes and everything, like a little kid, and that's the end.

MJ COMMENTS: 'Your birthday with Justin is wish fulfillment, and it's an indictment of Ambi. Your dream implies that Justin understands your desire for cosmetics more. Showing the cosmetics to Ambi is what broke them. One of the things I've learned about dreams is that unexpected events are always causally related to the circumstances when you notice them. I don't really know the exact scene, but her wanting to see them makes she actively broke them, and it's not your fault - her dialogue afterward is just aimed at her breaking you down.

July 19th, 2010

It's 2:05 AM, and I have gone to bed to sleep.

Its 3:29 AM and I have awoken, my dream not being lucid or controlled, but mostly remembered.

I don't know how I've gotten here, it's somewhere with my friends who I will call Jorge, B, Ricardo and my brother ehalv.

At first we all rush into a white van, which belongs to the "Crips". We discover somehow that crip means "blue". We are all pretty shocked by this for some reason. We hop into the van in a rush. Why we entered the van with no precaution in it being owned by a gang, I don't know. A lingering sense that we we're running away exists. I get in last, already stuffing myself into the car. The first person I see is Ricardo in the front passenger seat. Wether he was there all along or not I don't know. He's asking me if the mosh pit was awesome, and then tells me it was. I shake my head yes. Someone appears to get in the car but we have already begun driving. We're in a hurry. I look behind me, only one kid sits on the left, alone. I notice the kid beside me attempt to hop back to fill the remaining seat and free room in this row. At this time, something out the front window catches my eye and I notice the driver has been distracted. He has veered off course, to his left a little, missing a right hand turn, over a curb and next to a playground. At this point I say "Hell no--AW HELLLL NO! He's on the playground! He missed the turn were on the grass!" and I say a little more, but I can't remember. Everyone laughs at the idea of me saying that in this situation, where I also began in turn giggling. We leave the car at this time, still laughing, someone repeats what I've said. In front of the car to the right is the playground, and several feet ahead of it there are dips, hills petruding in the grass going downward. Almost like giant stairs of grass. The driver says it's okay and that this is where we're supposed to be. I say aloud "It's all good unless the boys come!", or something along the lines. Not seconds later does gunfire erupt behind us. I sense bullets flying past me, as if they were raindrops falling sideways. We hurry to get into the van.

I've woken up.
A flash of a letter written to me on paper or a social networking site says "you used to scare me years ago but ever since i got a ...(taste*) i've wanted another ..." This is all I remember. It is from, who I will call, Rose.

Regret fills my head, as does guilt, for not remembering the rest of the letter, or other important information and other parts of dreams I may have fell into. Although I feel regret, I think it is falsely diagnosed to an event that has never occured before, and in being so, couldn't have affected my social, or in any case, daily life.

The dreams were not vivid. They were more of ideas that grew spontaneously, wildly and with ease, but never seemed to acheive full visual scope. At least, if I'm remembering correctly.

It is 4:06 AM and I return to bed to sleep. In my hand I hold an object. No larger than a chess piece, but considerably heavier.

It is 6:59 AM, I dreamt a little. I find it funny I remember less even though I was asleep for longer.
I hear commotion outside of my bed room. I end up in my breezeway facing outside at the door, I kneel down, I hear people yelling and talking. My friend Justin rides his bike into my backyard, he looks at me and says "I think I got a five", discreetly. He means five dollars. Suddenly they begin talking very loudly and my parents lights turn on, I tell them to keep it down. They panic and Justin hands me a gun. "We found a gun, a real gun, here" he says. I grab it and it feels heavy. Very heavy. I begin to panic as they leave, or dissapear but both are relative. I set it down beside some plants outside and walk back into the breezeway. Through the door in front of me, I see a group gathered. I exit the door back outside, this time into my front yard, and see my oldest brother surrounded by people asking him questions. He seems to have it under moderate control. I ask what it's all about. He says the dog got loose again. Standard procedure. I head inside, my dad is talking to someone about pizza, or food. I end up going downstairs to pee because someone is in the bathroom. A christian man follows me. He needs to pee and pees on the opposite side of the room. I end up not peeing at all and head back upstairs, with a handfull of bacon in my hands.

I'm awoken and the object I had held in my hand before falling asleep is laid side by side next to my phone on my bed. Seemed placed carefully, but I cannot remember doing so.

#950:
Date: July 17th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

The world is coming to an end, apparently. I'm outside with a couple people (the precise location is actually on a highway I've been on IRL), one of which is my mom, and we're planning an escape to some safe place. It seems that most people haven't realized that a series of huge disasters is about to occur. I look up at the sky, and see a large storm brewing, which will apparently destroy everything (there might also have been an earthquake coming, too).

We've apparently secured a plane, and so we're gathering our stuff as quickly as we can so we can leave. At some point, my mom realizes she forgot something that I apparently wanted, and she seems very sad about it (I think she even cried). I feel really sorry for her, and tell her it's really not that important to me. Eventually, someone (the "leader" of our group of people) announces that we need to leave very soon, and so to finish what we're doing.

We end up on some airstrip, at night, in the pouring rain. The plane has already begun firing up its engines, and so we have to quickly get on. I think the plane was already moving or something, so it was hard to move around. I quickly got on and got strapped in, expecting a rough ride. After that, I don't recall much, except some instants of extreme turbulence, and thinking to myself that I should have just stayed on the ground and died there, instead of dying in a plane crash that was seeming more and more likely.



#951:
Date: July 17th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

This was kind of a weird dream. I start out in some kind of underground place that looks like a mix of a small airport, a construction zone, and a sewer system. I'm there with Bruce Willis, and a girl who is supposed to be his daughter. We're apparently trying to escape this class and get back to the surface. We climb a bunch of ladders and walk across several metal walkways, and get to some place where we set down a few backpacks that I guess we were carrying this whole time.

We wait around for a bit, then start noticing something moving in one of the backpacks. We find that really strange, and I reach for the bag and try to feel what's inside. As I set my hand on the backpack, I feel a large, spherical creature, and it starts moving frantically. I recoil, and we carefully open the bag. The creature quickly jumps out -- it's a kind of giant, smooth hairball, and we're all freaked out by it. It's pretty aggressive, but we back off and it eventually goes away. Bruce Willis explains something weird about how it was created by hair that fell in the backpack and rotted.

Eventually, we manage to find our way back to the surface. I walk outside, alone now. There isn't much around, except a dirt road, which I follow. At this point, I somehow realize (I think by looking at an advertising panel?) that all this was actually a commercial for Toyota. I'm a bit angry about this, and just keep walking down the road.



The other day I also had a sort of semi-lucid dream. All I can really remember from it is some sex, and going up to a counter, and asking someone for "polymorph potions," which they gave to me. The liquid was a sort of silvery color.

Bunch of short dreams:



#946:
Date: July 12th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

I was at my old school, and it was lunch time. I had planned to eat with a friend, and sat down at a table waiting for him, but he kept stalling. I could see him walking around, not really sure what he was doing. Eventually I tried to talk to him, but he wasn't really making much sense. I ended up just sitting down alone and eating.



#947:
Date: July 12th, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

Mostly fragments of a dream based on the great movie Oldboy. I recall at one point being inside some kind of bar in a skyscraper, and seeing someone in a mirror's reflection and knowing he was after me. I tried to find him, but all around me were more mirrors, and I could only see his reflection. The dream involved some kind of mystery with someone (me?) getting kidnapped. At some point I was walking in a desert, and fought off a bunch of humanoid creatures (demons?). After what was apparently a long journey, I found myself in a movie theater, watching a movie that was supposed to reveal the truth about why all this had happened. I don't remember much from it. A few other people were there, including the person behind all this. I ended up just walking out into the street, and talking with some girl who knew a friend of mine.


#948:
Date: July 13th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes
I'm testing some kind of video game, though I'm "in" it, not playing it. There are these very fast, easy to maneuver, small aircraft that look kind of like airspeeders from Star Wars. I pilot one (the dream goes into third person view of the aircraft during this). Soon enough, more people arrive and start testing out the ships as well. Eventually, it seems that everything shifts to "real life" (although my surroundings don't really change, except that there are a couple more buildings around). I hijack a nearby aircraft, and end up in a dogfight against a few others. I remember shooting one down, and then leaving the area.



#949:
Date: July 14th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

Kind of a strange dream. I was in my room, and apparently discovered a scroll that, when read, allowed you to see or transport to "a hidden dimension." For some reason I ended up with Aquanina (don't know why in particular) on the phone, and she was apparently in this scroll, and if I read it allowed, it would supposedly affect both of us. I remember reading the scroll for a long time, but then I think it turned more into a kind of lucid dream attempt. I don't recall actually seeing anything different.

i was walking along a sidewalk near a turn. walking away from the turn. a truck was approaching round the bend. so i walked slowly, keeping toward the fence, wanting to stay in the shadows. i know i didn't have to hide because i am not wanted or attempting a criminal act, nor are they terrorists (or was i unsure?). the vehicle came round the bend with headlights (it was night), and passed me. just then, a counter-strike frag grenade (red color) was thrown in front of me, between me and the truck. BOOM. black figures of sheep was blown around (don't think any was blown apart individually). sheep? wtf. i'm thinking, "nooo, who did that!?" because i didn't want attention drawn to me. i see laser sight beams moving all around in a diffused pattern, then they all focus on me...nobody shoots me....

i am now in a room with people and 1 person i associate as my brother. i think, "oh no, i've been killed [in the game or something] and now have to respawn, or i have just respawned." i think he is the one who caused all this, so i shoot him. everyone around me is shocked, but i'm angry. i walk toward the balcony of my flat, and i'm holding a cellphone. the cellphone is my brother, somehow. i try to throw it off the balcony but it hits the grill and comes back. i pick it up and throw it down.

then, nothing happens for a while. i'm wondering why my brother hasn't respawned. a few minutes pass. then there's a phone call and i pick up the phone (clam type cellphone). it's my brother. he sounds weak and injured, and i sound concerned on the phone. I ask him if he's still downstairs, he says yes. I say, "you didn't respawn?", and he replies no. So i go to my flat's lift and want to go down and find him. I'm feeling quite guilty. In the lift, there are only buttons to go to floor 2, 4, and 6. There are some other people in the lift too. Some indian family. husband and wife are in the lift, and some other woman wants to come in but they are talking about something, not arguing though. I say, this lift only goes to 2, 4 and 6. and then then dream ends.

18.07.2010

Going to a few places. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired. I had a a very rough evening at work. I was able to recall five dreams, however, some of them were fragments.

Fifth of the night:

- We were in a house.
- Different apartments.
- We had to go to four different places.
- My wife had the addresses for these places.
- We also had to go to a fifth place.
- I asked my wife if she grabbed all we needed for the day.
- She pointed out her purse and she mention she had all the addresses in a piece of paper.
- Someone rated my wife with a 7 for some reason.

Missed dream signs:
- Different building.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Leave for a Task of the Year.

18.07.2010

Shared apartment with a tiny elevator. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired. I had a a very rough evening at work. I was able to recall five dreams, however, some of them were fragments.

Fourth of the night:

I was in a very high skyscraper. My apartment was located in one of the top floors. We had three rooms in our home. Each room was rented by a single tenant. We all shared the living room. One of the rooms was located in an indoor balcony.
I entered the apartment and I saw like a small bed in the balcony. The balcony had dark red floors and it was very sunny. I told my wife, "Oh no! They rented the balcony, we are going to have company now." My wife replied, "Do not worry, it's just 14 days."

I wondered how he could make a living in an indoors balcony. It was the most expensive room to rent and the most inconvenient one. I felt that at least he or she would have plenty of sun to take.
We had a small fridge in our room and we were going to prepare something for eating.
Suddenly, two guys entered the apartment. There was a 5'4'' heavy male DC and introduced the other guy to my wife saying, "She is who I was talking you about that amazing mashed potatoes dish." They shook their hand. I was introduced to the new guy as well and he shook my hands, fist pounding.

We left the apartment to go somewhere. We wanted to go to Game Empire, a card store to play some cards with a few friends. We had to stop in a different store first and do some arraignments. We were wondering if they would have M11 Fat Packs for sale of if they sold out already. I realized I forgot to take something from home that I needed for the arrangements. I stopped by my building and grabbed the elevator to my apartment. The elevator was not bigger than three square feet, so I could barely fit in. There was food inside like if it was a fridge. While I was in the elevator, I was able to see myself in the elevator and a small TV that was showing the interior of the elevator.

I got home and I was trying to get the address of the first place we had to go. I left my building and my wife was waiting for me. We went for a walk and we realized it was the Finals for the World Cup. We wanted to go back to our apartment, we tried to fit in the tiny elevator, but the both of us could not fit in. I started to take stuff out from the elevator. My wife advised me that I was not doing the right stuff.

I saw a TV somewhere and I could see one of the Netherlands players running very happy. I could see a 4-5 score, but I knew it was not the amount of goals scored but other stuff such as faults.

Missed dream signs:
- The apartment.
- A balcony being a single apartment.
- The tiny elevator.
- The two male DCs.
- The finals for the World Cup (the thing ended already)

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a Task of the Year.

a few dreams...can't remember which first...

the dream

i was at fungus' house, 4 of us...terrance, fungus, bq, and me. it didn't look like his house, but my mind associated it with his house. was there even a bbq pit? anyway, next we are on some computers, and maybe there's more than 4 of us now...we're playing computer games. i remember at one point someone saying something about "dota", but anyhow we're playing something. then it feels like i'm in the game now.

i'm in some medieval place, and something is chasing me. it moves slowly and only within a square of a temple(?). we enter the building/temple and do some stuff there, can't remember what. Then we're out, and that thing is chasing us again. When it gets near 2 people (friends? players?), it bows down and slam them. So they apparently die or are injured or killed in the game or something. It looks like a purple gummy bear the size of ancient Egyptian statues that are double my height. I'm shouting something about how this thing attacks, describing the recent attack to other friends/players or whatever. More enemies appear and I run to the outside of the premises with another guy. We enter a different section of the premise from another gate. He climbs up a rough pillar like a ninja to see what's going on somewhere else. He only climbs like 3 meters up. Between him and me is a pathway. I'm on higher ground within some vegetation, hiding. Now suddenly he's sitting on the pathway facing me, and behind him are 2 soldiers. One is on the pillar just way he was earlier, and the other is behind that soldier, facing the pillar. We're thinking, "oh no, if they turn around you'll be caught". So that guy gets up just then, the soldiers turn around to see him. He runs/jumps away leftward and the soldiers spot me. I run rightward, ducking as they fire arrows at me.

So now I run into some other dense vegetation on a mountainous region. Suddenly I realize it's full of enemies because the rocks I step on are mostly enemies. Some stuff happen, can't rem. They next thing I remember is me escaping from them, jumping back into this vegetation which I now realize is a opened sphere, like a split melon. I'm on the inside of this sphere. The enemy presses something and thin long needles start protruding from the sphere as the sphere starts to close to reform a sphere. I'm in trouble now.

Somewhere in the dream, I also remember being chased by a blue one-eyed scaly monster. i think it was when I was with the guy who climbed on the pillar. I turned around to attack it at its chest/head and it healed back after a while.

Now things are peaceful, i'm walking in some final fantasy like civilization. I reach a big parade square which I "remember" I had seen from the audience side before. But now i'm standing where the leader stood. It's like a concert hall, with 1st level, and the 2nd level starts above the halfway point of the 1st level. There are chairs arranged into groups, just like in a concert hall.

Into some chamber now. Stairs/seats on 2 sides of the chamber, and the middle is some scary smoky area. As if it's some demonic ritual place. Now I know there's 4 of us again, but the 4 is me, bernard and 2 others. There are other people around too, but I know the 4 of us are together. Each of us is in the middle at one point and some process takes place. I don't remember about the first 2, but I know bernard's. He has to sacrifice something, but he didn't have much skin to do it. I think the more skin you have, the more you can lose and gain something. Full metal alchemist influence? Along with star-wars? or what. Bernard just does it anyway, and his skin starts getting very thin and I can see his flesh beneath the skin. Smoke everywhere. Now his body is black with white stripes, just like the homunculus from Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood, except the white stripes don't have eyes on them. So yeah, must be FMA Brotherhood influence in this dream. Then the process ends and Bernard is a white fat boy with short blond hair and freckles. LOL. He is very happy saying, I'm what I always wanted! I comment that, "you just became white...which is apparently what you like". Some girl next to him looks at me offended/embarrassed, as if she didn't like any potential racial repercussions that could arise. I don't remember the color of her skin. And so next is my turn to do the process, but I refuse. Apparently it has made all 3 people look better, but I'm thinking I already look quite good, so why do I want to take the risk, because it doesn't necessarily make us look better. Well, i'm not forced to.

I think my dream stopped here temporarily...then continues as:

I'm in a sunny place. I'm walking on this path and reach a wooden watchtower, very sparsely made. There's a guy up there. I'm don't know what's going on at first. Other people are there. Someone has the guy put 26 on one square sheet of paper, and 36 on another next to it. We are predicting the temperature range of today, in Celsius. I call out to the guy, saying 38. He looks at me and says something, and I get the idea...I have to give a range, not just 1 number. So I decide n 24-38, if i remember right. But when I call out the numbers, i'm talking to a girl now. I feel quite attracted to her.

Then i see a scene of her in black undies, black bra, and some black clothing over all but able to reveal some of her bra. It looks fancy. She's figure skating. Then i'm back at the sunny tower.

And then, wake up.

(Pretty sure I had other dreams...I just can't remember them now)

18.07.2010

Fragment Olive Oil (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired. I had a a very rough evening at work. I was able to recall five dreams, however, some of them were fragments.

Third of the night:

- Indoors.
- Olive Oil.

Missed dream signs:
- Unknown.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Unknown.

18.07.2010

Annoyed at the Olive Oil store (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired. I had a a very rough evening at work. I was able to recall five dreams, however, some of them were fragments.

Second of the night:

I was at work at the Olive Oil store. We had two tasting bars and I had to clean both of them. I was bothered the other female worker did nothing. I was talking about work hours with someone. It was around the afternoon. I woke up annoyed.

Missed dream signs:
- Cleaning the store while it was open.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Leave the store and blast the dancers if present.
- Head for a ToTY.

I was back in the early 15th century. There were numerous castles around me. All I could see was castles, and endless green fields. Everything was very brightly colored, a vision that I rarely see. It was magnificent. There was one slight problem, though. I gigantic dragon was attacking the city. It was red, and it's scales were sharp as a knife. It was breathing fire all over, and was causing more destruction with it's spike hammer tail.
The next thing I remember, I am on a horse, and dressed in epic knight armor. The horse wasn't real, for it was hovering! It had micro hover pads attached to it's shoes. I found that completely normal. I had a long lance in my hand.



I continued towards the dragon, with all my might. Suddenly, and without a warning, the dragon turned to dust and vanished. There goes my battling spirit. I turn around to see the one who had spoiled my day, and get mesmerized.



Konoka, from Mahou Sensei Negima, for those who know her. Need to cut my anime intake. -_-
But, she was dressed in a style similar to this, and looked way more mature than in the manga:



If you have read, or watched the series named, you know about Konoka's personality. She is sweet and relaxed, and is fun to hang around with. Add the bad ass-ness to the personality, plus the sexiness, and it makes my perfect type of girl.
I lost all thought. I could gaze look stupidly at her. I was transfixed.
She comes up to me. Without warning, she kisses me. I was shocked. My DCs don't usually do anything unless I, um, take the aggressive role. But it was a blissful sensation. About half a minute into it, and I wake up.

"Sometimes in dreams, waking up is the most painful part."

18.07.2010

A bee in my room (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired. I had a a very rough evening at work. I was able to recall five dreams, however, some of them were fragments.

First of the night:

- I was indoors somewhere.
- There was a bee.
- The bee was flying in front of me and I was worried it would sting me.
- I woke up thinking there was a bee for real in my room.

Missed dream signs:
- Unknown.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Unknown.

I had a false awakening. I don't remember why, or how I had it, it seemed to dawn upon me out of nowhere that this is a dream. I was very excited, but then, out of experience, calmed down. After the usual round of stability and clarity exercises, I got up, and crossed the room. For some reason, almost all of my false awakenings occur in my room, and the light are always off. I opened the door. I saw the same old corridor, the same mirror. Another reality check.
While crossing the corridor, I could see foot-long sharp blades protruding from the ground. I laughed to myself. A snap of my fingers, and they vanished to thin air. I continued out of my house, and came to the ground floor. (Note: This was my old house, I moved recently.) What the hell? There were FBI officers all around me, each armed heavily with some serious booty kicking weapons. They didn't speak, nor did they move, but it was clear that I would be toast if I moved a muscle. Here, I forgot I had any supernatural powers. I ran away. Somehow, gravity was much easier to manipulate in this particular dream. I found that I could control gravity very quickly, making it change directions and turn it off or make it stronger in a fraction of a second. As soon as I jumped, the rocket launchers fired. BOOM! A deafening explosion. But I was unhurt.
I continued, walking on walls and roofs, and tried to get out of there, into the open ground. Then, some of the officers actually caught up with me. Instinctively, I jumped off the wall, and roundhouse-kicked one on the back. He fell to the ground, making a large crater there. Then, I continued to fight my way unarmed through the incoming battalion. I don't exactly remember all the moves I did, but I remember that it was pretty epic, even better than the best martial art movie out there. Within a minute, all of them, some two hundred, were on the ground, unable to move. Satisfied, I continued outside.
In real life, there is a large electronics store some three block away from my house. Right in front of it, is a large open area. After exiting my building, I came here, without any idea why. I saw about a dozen people gathered there. I could tell they were all delinquents. They were looking at me in a disconcerting way, which clearly challenged me to a fight. They were wearing Thaub, which is the traditional clothing here.



Talk about unfitting attire. Oh well. I stared at their leader, and made a sudden movement. This was the spark needed. In an instant, ten of them sprang up upon me. I still didn't remember I had lucid powers. Again, I very easily defeated each and every one of them, without the slightest injury inflicted upon me. I forgot, again, the exact moves, but I do remember this one scene. I was in mid-air, right in the middle of a back-flip. I had back flip kicked someone, sending him high into the air. Suddenly, as he reached the zenith of his launch, a sniper bullet pierced him, straight through the heart.. Someone was helping me.
When all of them were defeated, we suddenly found ourselves on a stage, each getting awards for the fight. I remember two of my friends somehow getting the awards, too. The awards were 1 cubic meter aquariums that held a peculiar fish. I remember getting an octopus, while my friends got a tiger that breathed in water and a microscopic crab with mushrooms on his shell. I woke up after that.