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Two dreams

First dream was about a friend of my theatre friend/spoken word artist from Amsterdam did a photoshoot with me. My friend knows her because they both major in Lobotomy at the university in Belgium
My best friend and I get a DJ gig in Belgium. We show up at the gig and sit still the table with a guy claiming to be the son of Snoop Dogg, whom gives us a motivational speech while trying to get us to smoke weed, which we refuse.
The venue had a rather depressing vibe as there took a homicide place the day prior.

I can't recall how the dream ended but it was in Dutch with my best friend and Snoop Dogg's son speaking English.

The second dream I can't recall the storyline but it was basically this Walmart esque building that contained thousands of chickens that escaped and started terrorising the city.

That gave me a deja vu of some sort, I could swear there's a franchise with terrorising white chickens or something, in my dream it was treated like it was as big as the Minions franchise lol it was a cursed dream but if the "chicken franchise" doesn't exist I'll start it

Morning of October 17, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,930-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 51.



My dream unfolds with the same autosymbolic processes and related components in the same order towards waking as they have on a day-to-day basis for over fifty years, though as is usually the case, in an intriguingly different manner.

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Act One: The non-lucid creation of my vestibular system simulacrum to correlate the illusory physicality of the dream state at the precursory level.

An old woman, modeled after Sally Fergus (of the television series “Dirty Sally”) travels through the Old West. The setting is a variation of the “Gunsmoke” (television series) set. She has a natural ability to mimic the sound of a chicken perfectly. She casually walks through town, calling all the chickens to aid her in robbing a bank. She is cheerful and confident.

Act Two: My vestibular system simulacrum is closer to viable RAS mediation and the association with chickens not being capable of sustained flight is transmuted into a paper airplane event.

The old woman wants to call upon other bandits to help her in future escapades. She folds dollar bills into paper airplanes, writes messages on them with details for potential meetings, and throws them into taverns where possible candidates might be sitting. She also taunts the sheriff by flinging paper airplanes (again, made of folded dollar bills) to his desk at times. Sarcastic messages about his ineptitude are on them. (In this case, the precursory RAS simulacrum - the sheriff - is divided from the vestibular system simulacrum, which is not always the rule. It seems dependent on both ultradian rhythm and my level of dream self awareness, though ultimately it is about unification and reestablishing consciousness.)

Act Three: The emerging consciousness cue occurs by way of the gathering coins factor. (This was sometimes used deliberately at a liminal or lucid level from early childhood, but water reinduction is far more common for me as well as for Zsuzsanna.) Additionally, there is the final subliminal association and revelation of the real physical body being “hidden” within a bed sheet from the non-lucid dream self. That has been the exit point process of many dreams since childhood.

The old woman is gathering her men near a wagon to help her move a big rolled-up carpet. The cowboys and bandits decide to unroll it. As they do, more and more coins are visible. They marvel at the hundreds of beautiful coins. I slowly wake.

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Since early childhood, I have remained perplexed over telepathic threads that weave themselves into the dreaming processes. In this case, there are two sources. One, Zsuzsanna had read a story (from a library book I had not seen) to our children about messages sent via paper airplanes. Two, Zsuzsanna had been in a conversation with her sister about an older woman making money with her chickens, though by selling the eggs. I had no precursory idea or cue from either event. These literal transpersonal crossovers into what is otherwise inducing, dreaming, and waking autosymbolism remains an enigma. We experience it all the time. Many others do not.

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Morning of July 15, 2017. Saturday.



My dream starts out on the porch of the Barolin Street house (our previous home of where we have not lived since 2008). This is atypical, as the porch setting, though representing liminal space, is linked to the induction stage rather than the waking transition. As such, it begins to rain (water induction, my most common type, as water symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep). I enjoy its essence but I then realize that there are several small stacks of comic books in the north side yard, probably only four or five comic books in each of about nine stacks. Many seem to be Harvey comic books, such as “Casper the Friendly Ghost”. They are arranged in mostly an equidistant pattern (of about six inches apart to each direction) on a very low-set table or thin plywood platform. Zsuzsanna is with me. I realize that I have to run and get them so that they are not ruined.

When I go out into the rain, I feel very good, even though I have to act quickly. Curiously, the books show no signs of getting wet as I gather them. After I take them onto our porch, my dream changes, and there are far less threads of my conscious self identity present.

I now seem to be about eighteen years old or younger. My mother is still alive (and I have absolutely no recall of her having died in 2002). Strangely, even though my brother Earl did not die until November 29, 2007, I perceive him (via a false memory and false backstory) as having died when I was a teenager. (Therefore, my mother being alive in my dream and Earl being deceased is a typical error that dreams make all the time.)

The setting is very sparse in detail and so undefined, there is no discernment of whether it is indoors or outdoors or the typical ambiguous combination that my dream self somehow always perceptually resolves. This “impossible” thinking pattern is not viable when I am fully conscious, and remains a distortion native to the dream state only (though I really cannot understand how this could work despite critical thinking skills not existing in most non-lucid dream types).

My mother is present at times, including the very last scene. I mostly look at various Matchbox Cars. These are ones my brother Earl supposedly owned while living in Cubitis. (Although I still continuously have dreams based on variations of Cubitis, where I have not lived since the summer of 1978, dreaming of Earl’s house in Cubitis, which was only a few houses south of us, is quite rare.) Earl is present in some sort of ghost form, but otherwise appears to be normal, as he was in perhaps the late 1960s. He only looks on at my activities at times.

Yet another error in this dream is that I see Earl as being married to his third wife Cindy in this time period (and she is “still” living in his Cubitis house) rather than his first wife Beverly (and in fact, I have no awareness of him being married to anyone else). His ghost form seems to be a natural result of dying; that is, people die, and then they exist as visible “ghosts”, set apart from the physical world, but otherwise just as they were when alive.

I open a long rectangular cardboard box that is a racing set based on Matchbox Cars. There is a blue racing car that I look at for a short time. I do not think Earl will be angry as I look at his collection.

In the last scene, my mother is nearby. I play around with two blue Matchbox Car pickup trucks that are identical except for the position of the wings of the oversized white chicken sitting in each pickup truck bed. I get the impression it might be meant to be an advertising gimmick (possibly for KFC). One chicken’s wings are out and horizontal while the other’s wings are down and against its body. The chickens also rotate to spin around the pickup truck bed, and I start spinning them prior to waking.

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Although this non-lucid dream is extraordinarily easy to decode the native meaning of as most of my non-lucid dreams are, I will presently only focus on the last amusing segment. Chickens are birds that cannot fly very well, so are a typical example of “failed flight” (a form of “return flight”) waking symbolism. This is not negative and has nothing to do with conscious self “issues” as “dream interpreters” (not a real concept) seem to like to pretend via the Barnum effect. Waking symbolism as such is an indicator of the anticipatory (though subliminal) nature of hypnopompia, which is a biological process. As a result, bird and airplane symbolism (and flying in general) has been extremely common in my dreams since earliest memory, for over fifty years, continuously occurring in over one in five dreams in the tens of thousands I have studied.

In this one, there is even an obvious dream sign play, the pickup truck BED, an indicator of being in the dream state, even more so with the oversized chickens on them. Pairs of birds (of various species) have occurred in a number of my dreams. They represent, in most cases, Zsuzsanna and I sleeping together. They are different in their wing status (and in different pickup trucks) in this case due to Zsuzsanna and I being in different levels of sleep (in real time). My mother as my emergent consciousness is likely a vague association with Zsuzsanna prior to waking (as she is a mother to our children). Beds (sometimes in unusual locations) as real-time dream state indicators are also common in Zsuzsanna’s dreams.

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I entered my barn and saw some hens with little chickens lying on they hay. Most of them were dead or very weak. There was some strange sickness spreading around.

Dream 1 - Through windows
I'm out running with a dog (I don't have a dog irl) and I'm at the corner of the bottom of the road towards the intermediate school I used to go to. I spot a red car passing by and glance my friends sister, I don't get time to wave though. It's such a pain when that happens... >_<.
I'm home now and I'm in the bathroom looking in the mirror. I mumble something about how I always seem to see her through windows.. "Hello!" she says, *jump scared and turns around*. I can see her through the crack of the open window, she's next to the front door. She says something about how we always see each other through windows, I then say something about it which makes her laugh and I head to the front door.
Stepping outside I greet her with a hug, but it kind of lingers with my hands on her thighs and her hands on my arms. My hearts beating fast for some reason, what the hell? We talk a bit and she steps back so we're not awkwardly touching anymore. I was pretty relieved by this, it seemed a little weird.

Dream 2 - Masks lucid
I didn't bother remembering much about this one but it was lucid. I remember just realizing I was dreaming and reached out to a person and patted him on his shoulder, as some kind of lucidity confirming action. I was in a dull grey building made of stone, like a cheap place to rent for a large party. I turned and walked out, stopped, stabilized the dream and continued. I don't remember much that I did other than walk for like 20 + seconds, but every single person I saw had these creepy masks on. I remember two people that passed by wearing a mask the resembled a messed up dobby and the other with a mask like gollum... I didn't remember to do any dream goals or tasks.

Dream 3 - Cricket and chickens
I remember being in a room where my ex gf and her family (+ and apparently some chickens) were staying. I think we just got the kid(s) to sleep and my ex was off in the kitchen doing something. I went in and saw that she had been watching cricket on TV, it bugged me quite a bit because I never even knew she liked cricket (she doesn't like cricket and doesn't even really watch TV lol).
"When did you start watching cricket?" I ask, feeling like there was so much she never told me. She responded about something else, not really noticing that I was a bit annoyed and seamlessly skirting the question so that it would 'become a big deal' if I asked again. A chicken scuttled past me, shit, they're not supposed to get in the kitchen. There was a black feathered one and a much larger ginger one that was the biggest in the coop. I remember the big one being difficult as heck to catch.

Dream 4 - Tiger cat
I remember being in the family room sitting down and writing stuff at a small square table. I remember having a jumper on and thinking that it was cold, so I put another jumper over it... Previously in the dream we had acquired or saved a couple kittens, one of which was actually a tiger. I remember the tiger was getting older now so we had to do something about it, otherwise it would probably kill us. I talked to my mum about it, it was kind of hard because we were attached to the new addition to the family, but we knew we had to send it somewhere else.

I tried some FILD before falling asleep.
A little after falling asleep I go lucid, surrounded by darkness. I'm unable to keep it up and "fall" into an awake state. I immediately begin falling asleep again but I'm still a bit aware, I feel myself becoming paralyzed. At first this is exciting, I haven't experienced this since childhood. As I lose more and more control I begin to fear a pang of fear, not sure I want to go into SP after all. I begin to try as hard as I can to turn on my stomach and as I do I feel my body lumber toward the left. As I turn I see my body flump over and I'm looking down at it in the dark room, slowly floating up. Thinking this is also a sort of bad idea, I push myself back into my body and fall into the darkness of sleep.

I'm in the shoe department of a department store with some skater dudes. As I follow them I get bored and try to do a handstand but accidentally hit someone in the head with my feet, a father passing by. I feel embarrassed that I did that. The skater kick me on the ground as punishment, I accept it. As they kick me in the face, I feel that it is becoming a bit excessive.

I'm in a large, fancy house. One side of it has large windows that show the street, it's in the city. It's night time and I go up to the second floor where a hall circles the first floor. There is a show on with William Shatner about UFO's. I decide to draw aliens with ink in a notebook, perhaps they will come to life? (??) I draw one from behind, his large black eyes visible from the sides of his head despite it.

Back on the first floor of the house, it's now late afternoon, golden sunlight. There are a bunch of my friends down there. (The house must be one of theirs?) A friend bring chocolate mousse cheesecake, it's really good. I ask a friend of mine I see there if we are going to reschedule our meeting up that we missed last week. She says Tuesday would be good. We can meet in the local McDonald's.

Out back there is a large, fenced backyard with lots of bird cages. I see one on the patio, it has a small delicate bird in it and I feed it. I begin to fly around the backyard, I guess I have a jetpack? I zoom around feeding the various birds in their cages, they are on multiple levels, suspended and resting on large trees. The last of the birds are a bunch of chickens in a coop up on a tree. I try to feed them, but not too much.

I go back to my friends, it's dark outside and they are now out in the yard. My friend complains he ran out of candy, I laugh nervously saying that happens sometimes. His girlfriend seems upset about it and my friend yells out at me for eating so much. I feel a sting of shame.

Out back I see two robots that look like they came from the Warhammer 40K universe. A few criminals, badass skater guys, take me hostage as they drive off in a convertible to escape the law. We drive down the sepia colored evening road, it's like LA. There are two demons with us that look like a few monsters from the Nickelodeon show "Aaahh!!! Real Monsters". They try to drive the guys insane, rubbing up against them as they whisper vile things. "I will be inside you soon...."

July 30 6:17 a.m.

I was waiting in line to buy some chickens. It's a special place that was beside a church. I thought there was second line as people in front of me were there but proprietor told me that he only used one line. So I had to get back in line behind whole bunch of people. Bunch of kids there adults and everybody was in a good mood and I really didn't care though I thought I was being treated a little poorly. Other people were going under the ropes and walking up the hill and I thought I should've done to get to the special order chicken that was fine. Because I think it was supposed to be in a box already for me. To the right was this big brown stone church today

Morning of May 20, 2015. Wednesday.



I am wandering about in different dream settings in less-defined unfamiliar areas though most of the scenes involve Mottled Houdans. (I have not worked near this kind of chicken in real life since on our exotic chicken farm in Florida when I was about sixteen.) In my dream, they have special attributes; even human-like in some cases. At one point, I touch some smaller Houdans at a (unknown and unfamiliar) chicken farm as they are strutting about in a larger area of the building (which has a dirt floor) and they seem almost like friendly cats in their behavior. For some reason, it dawns on me that they are “more like people” than any other animal (which of course is absurd).

At one point, I seem to be involved in the sales department for Murray McMurray Hatchery in another unfamiliar region, and there is a sort of confrontation with an actor whose name I cannot remember presently, along with about three other unknown males. (He reminds me vaguely of Mason Adams as from “Lou Grant”.) He asks me about another worker at the hatchery, claiming that he never got change back from any of his purchases and asks me if I knew the worker had been cheating him like this over a longer time period. I absentmindedly nod in agreement which causes the other male to think I knew he was cheating him though which is not the case. “I feel really stupid,” I say, and then explain to him that I did not know that that worker was keeping the change each time and only nodded out of absentminded agreement with whatever he was saying at first.

In another scene, I am near a group of Houdan hens. Even though they cannot see because of the feathers over their eyes, they seem to have some sort of sensitivity to be aware of other people and animals supposedly because of higher levels of sentience. I am somewhat surprised at their “skill” to be aware as such, seemingly even more than other animals that can see well.

Later, I am in Cubitis at my father’s chicken shed and checking on all the Houdans (even though we had many other breeds including very unusual experimental hybrids). At one point, in a more public area, I encounter a Houdan rooster that is as tall as I am. I “shake hands” with him (by clasping his wingtip) and the Houdan almost seems human (though does not speak, though there is a vague level of mental communication and mutual understanding). In fact, he seems to have the goal of becoming an astronaut and is eventually wearing a NASA space helmet. His “wife” dances with him for a time and they are somewhat intimate; their “public boldness” of which embarrasses me slightly. However, the rooster soon seems puzzled over why he cannot “kiss” his hen with the space helmet on and kind of just clunks against her beak a couple times at first. There are several unknown people in the area and I start to mingle with the crowd to give the Houdans some privacy. (I do get the feeling that I had been watching our two normal-sized Houdan pets from the late 1970s; Fonzie and Pinky.)

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This dream had scenes of chickens “kissing”, something I do not recall dreaming of before. In fact, the rooster in this particular dream (Fonzie) seemed to represent an aspect of myself, as it was as tall as me and was bordering on an event of lucidity.

One of the photographs that a sister (on my father’s side) had sent shortly after this dream (with no way of me knowing she would send photographs - as we have not had that much communication throughout much of my life) has me holding a chicken (not a Houdan, though black and white) with its beak against my nose.

Morning of December 25, 2014. Thursday.



This was a typical “one animal becomes another” dream (which is possibly one of the oldest dream types in my memory - going back to my toddler years) and it was fairly short and uneventful. However, there were other sections which were not very clear or well-rendered.

In the first part of my dream, it is established that we are “still” living on Duffy Street. I am only vaguely aware of the holiday season. I believe we seem to have some sort of business of selling or giving away pets.

I go into an area of the kitchen where there is some sort of wooden platform with several small trap doors and which is built into the larger kitchen counter and part of the stove top. Over time, I notice that we have a large collection of Mottled Houdans, a type of exotic chicken (supposedly a French breed, but looking quite similar to certain Polish breeds). There are at least twenty of them if not more. They are probably about three-fourths their final adult size.

After a time, I realize that we actually have black and white cats, not Mottled Houdans (this may be based on absentminded in-dream questioning of why there would be chickens inside the apartment). I am not that coherent at any point. I think we are going to try to sell some. At any rate, I am aware that both cats and chickens “roost” in higher locations, just sort of standing there. We have more (younger) animals in another room in cardboard boxes under the bed, but I am not fully clear on anything or whether they are cats, chickens, or something else (such as Guinea pigs).

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December 07, 2014

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Minecraft Meets AoT

I was in Minecraft, and there were HUGE pigs and whatnot. Like... HUGE. The size of mountains. They took a lot of hits to kill, even with a diamond sword with enchantments. But when I finally did get one of them to fall, I got a shit-ton of porkchops. I also killed a giant chicken, and it dropped one massive chicken, already cooked. I was sitting there, eating it, when I encountered a massive pair of siblings. I was in a hammock over the door in a kitchen, right next to a fridge. I was having trouble getting the meat off the tendons for some reason, when the children came. They were so big. I think they were trying to kill me, becaue the next thing I knew, one of their fists was coming down on me.

I flew up higher than the Titan children could reach, but they seemed to be getting all the larger. I was flying through a mountainous landscape, looking at the huge chickens and pigs and cos below me.




Ruins Fee

I was on a large boat with my brothers, and we were headed for an island in Thailand, or just off the coast, or something. It had ancient ruins on it, and we wanted to go see them. I parked the boat rather sloppily, and then had to redo it a few times because the person who was supposed to catch the rope I threw wasn't there and I kept missing.

When I finally did get us docked, the dock master asked for the parking payment and entrance fee to the island. It was the Thai equivalent of $35. Or it was 35 bot, which is like one US dollar, I believe. Anyways, I didn't have any money, so I asked my big brother if I could borrow some money from him. But just as I was paying the dock-master, our mom came up on a jet ski and told us we had to leave here at 3:00 because our grandparents had just gotten into town. It was already 2:53, so we basically had to leave right then.

This kid was narrating. He was saying stuff like, "Lived in them my whole life, we were constantly moving, we followed other ranchers (I'm pretty sure that's the word he used) on the road. We didn't go to school but our families taught us. I never did know how to drive a truck. "
Basically, it's like these many families that travel around together in these RV/truck/some sort of hauler. So while this kid is narrating you see the trucks heading down some country roads, and then after the kid is finished talking you see that the trucks are going up some steep hills. At first they're not too steep, but then they're straight up and down. I was getting a view from the front window. I forgot to mention that each RV is carrying hay on top of it. Like, a ridiculous amount. Enough to tip it over.
So they get to the top of the first few hills, but then they get to a long one. There's a white fence to the left, up the entire road, and there's a field behind it. On the right is a giant cliff, and at the top is where we would be staying for that month or whatever, our homes. There's a husband and wife in the front of the RV, and they were kinda like country hicks. The wife says something like, "One of these days it's gonna tip over!" and then it does. It stops, and then starts sliding backwards and tipping. We all jump out of the sudden, magically open doors right beside us, and are met with a horrific sight. All the trucks in front of us are all tipping. There are people everywhere and I got the feeling that our truck tipping had made the others tip, like the dynamos effect( I know it doesn't make sense, but it's a dream).
And then you find out that some of the trucks were in the camp when they started tipping. I am suddenly bodiless and am instantly in a good spot over the cliff to watch the trucks fly over, throwing over the wreckage of everything in their path. I distinctly remember chickens flying everywhere as their coop was crushed.
Then I get an ariel view of the camp. It is a perfect circle, and all of a sudden there is a fence that encircles the entire thing. There are people outside banging on it and yelling to be let in, but nobody is letting them in to where the limited food and water is, and I think something like, " Human nature. " because we turned on each other as soon as we realized there were limited resources.
Anyways, this is where it turned into something like a game. The actual houses and skyscraper building were right outside the fence, but all the resources were inside the fence. The silver fence went extremely high up, I don't know how to describe it, and there were black ropes all hanging off of the top of it (We were completely trapped, although I didn't think of it at the time. Even if we climbed to the very top we couldn't get out because the fence went across the top too, and that's where the ropes where all hanging off of.
The ropes were of varying lengths, although I think most of them went all the way down to the floor. So suddenly I'm in the air, and I get a picture of what I want to do to ensure that my food and resources stay safe. A nest of some sort, with knots and stuff. I could make a little ball in the center that I could stay in with my stuff. I didn't occur to me that I wouldn't be able to get out.
So the first thing I do is tie two ropes together, and for some reason they make a completely flat surface for me to sit on. I decide to ambush a lady and her husband.
They've somehow already got a little floating house type thing set up, and all of their resources are there. I swing in on a rope I had grabbed, Tarzan style. They start screaming at me and whacking me with stuff, and trying to grab my rope so thy could pull me in. But I grabbed the stuff I wanted and then swung around again, trying to gain momentum to swing back up to my meek little home. Suddenly there's a time limit on how long I can be out stealing stuff, and I only have like five seconds left. I desperately try to swing up there, and I'm so close, but the wife grabs my tail or something and I lose all of my momentum or something, and a loud voice (possibly over an intercom) informs me that I now owe something to the people I had been raiding (He actually said like, two waters and a mango or something like that).
Also, I forgot to say that I was some kind of animal with a tail in these games.
So I swing back up to my home and deposit what I stole, which somehow stays balanced. I then realize that I want to improve my home, so I steal some ropes and make it a little better. It looks like some kind of bird's best, or maybe a wasp's nest.
Then somebody's attacking me! They grab onto the outside of my nest and easily pull away one of the ropes, which they swing back to their house on. I decide that I should use some knots so I'm safer. I tie some knots, and make my nest a little more secure. Then I get revenge on whoever it was that stole from me. They actually live right next to me, so it isn't hard to get to them. They're talking on a phone, and a grab it out've they're hands, and then intercom voice is there again. He says that I must give her two leopard pelts because you have to let the person talk on the phone for at least ten minutes before stealing it. Then she says that she was only on the phone for like, three seconds.
I'm all mad because how the heck do I find two leopard pelts they're really rare and if I don't find them within a week I'll be kicked out of the games (My neighbor also reminded me of my other fees).
I'm sitting moping in my nest when all of a sudden a leopard (Yes, the animals are intelligent in this dream) swings in through a small hole in my nest on my left side. She is also carrying a leopard pelt. She realizes that this is a bad idea because she doesn't have room to move and I'm grabbing at her. She swings back in twice more, while desperately trying to push off in a different direction, and I grab onto her tail. I hold on, but she slips out and I just just lay there despondently because I'm sure I won't be able to find everything in time. That was when I woke up.

Jungle Fever

I was at my grandparents, though it looked completely different. I saw a barn type structure, though it was just a long shed.

I then noticed that the shed was gone. This was a throwback to a tree that I grew up knowing at my grandparents house, but one year they had to cut it down.

I was disappointed, but then found a pin. It was used for compost, but it was empty now, and the ground was rich. I thought I could raise chickens in that pin.

Dream Skip

I'm in bed. A naked black girl is sitting on the floor with her back against my bed. I commented on her olive skin. She was black, but she also had some heritage from a country where skin is dark, but not black.

I asked if she would come to my bed. She asked why? She continued answering saying something like, "So I can be up there with you?"

I then realized this was a dream. I also realized I didn't have much time. I somehow knew that my alarm had already gone off once and would sound again within 5 minutes, which is the interval in which it sounds.

I quickly got out of bed and pulled my underwear down. I picked her up and put her in the bed. She was heavy. I picked her up so her head would be on the pillow.

I couldn't believed how pretty her skin was, especially against my white skin. I started to put it in. I got it in a couple inches and my alarm sounded. I woke up.

My alarm was under my pillow. This means it had already gone off once. I picked up my phone and put it under my pillow so that the alarm wouldn't be so loud the second time.

The point of that is to say that I started dreaming within five minutes of waking up for the morning. This is obviously very typical timing, but confirmed.

Thebeastofold's Dream


tennis anyone?


I was at a tennis club or something, tennis courts, clubhouse etc, playing tennis with some chick i thought was the williams sisters cousin......i was doing ok against her, but as the balls got closer to me i couldnt see them clearly for some reason, so i suggested we go to one of the indoor courts, but when we got in there it was practically dark and there were people standing all over the courts socializing.....there were also micro sized full grown chickens wandering al lover the court...she served again and i could barely see the balls she was hitting, they were practically invisible....i tried to return a serve and hit some guy standing infront of me talking to 2 ladies, i went to apologize and ask him to get off the freakin court and he turned to me bofre i could speak and handed me a big pile of broken eyeglasses......he shrugged his shoulders and said "you know"


dream shifted


I was in the banquet hall of a hotel somewhere, i decided to go up to my room, i wnt up an elevator that seems to be going sideways..i finally got out of the elevator and went into my room, and the Tv was on, star wars directors cut was playing..it was a scene wher c3po picked up and used a lightsaber! c3po ducked behind a pile of crates just before they exploded and when the smoke cleared there was a lightsaber infront of him..he said "i wonder" and picked up the lightsaber and turned it on...i walked around the tv and went towards the bathroom...i noticed the shower was completely open to the hallway outside the room, with only double frosted shower doors and a shower curtain to block the view!!


dream shift


I was standing at the end of my street and realized i had a lightsaber in my hand, so i turned it on and started slicing trees down etc i even drove it into the dirt road all the way to the handle..it slid in easily, makeing the dirt around it bubble and melt...when i got to my driveway the lightsaber would no longer powerup..i looked at it and it was a toy with a plastic extending beam!! the plastic beam was dirty and bent so it was jammed...


dream shift


I was driving around what looked like an old abandoned town, rthe buildings were falling apart and every street i tried to turn on or go down were all one way...i felt as if i was looking for someone....all of a sudden, i'mon a peddle bike riding down the streets, i end up at a weird looking restaurant type place, i walk in and go towards the back and theres these 2 guys standing there..i see them and get really nervous like they are the ones i was looking for...i go quickly out the back door and down the alley to the left and then left again to get to the front of the building, i see a guy digging a small hole by the adjacent building, i see he is buring sd cards! i say good thinking, i'll go call the cops... woke up...

DATE: September 2, 2011
LUCIDITY: 1/5
COHESIVENESS: 3/5
FUN/AWESOMENESS RATING: 3/5

I was with a friend in a maze of clearings and paths through a forest of palm trees next to a sandy beach.



I looked over the treeline in time to see a massive tidal wave rising maybe a hundred feet, rushing through the trees toward us. The peak stretched inland, blanketing the sky, but I don't know what happened to the foot of the wave. I contemplated diving in and somehow beating the force of the rushing water and swimming through to the other side.

Most of the wave escape is a blur. I remember being inside a huge, warped version of my house, next to the ocean. The back wall of the kitchen was several metres tall, and I was on a ledge near the top, clinging to a little metal ring in the wall with a few other people, hoping that we were high enough to avoid the tidal waves, which were still sweeping over the beach toward the house.

When the waves passed, my house returned to normal, and I was standing in the sun room with another person. My house was supposed to be some kind of store, and this other person and I were the employees. I had just finished my shift and it was around 6pm, but my coworker had to stay until closing, around 9pm. We were staring out the window as jets flew by overhead, putting on some kind of air show. I have no idea how long that went on, but we lost interest.

I think my coworker might have been my brother. I thought about staying to keep him company, and we ended up hanging out in the living room. I don't remember what we were talking about, but at some point I went upstairs and looked out the window, and saw two furry dark figures in the yard. It was getting dusky, but I could still see them well enough to decide that it was a porcupine and a raccoon. I hadn't locked my chickens in the shed for the night yet, so I ran downstairs and grabbed my boots on to go get them.

I dashed out the back door and skidded to a stop. Somehow I hadn't noticed through the window that there were several other figures in the yard. One was a black bear, and the others might have appeared human at the time.

I started yelling to scare the bear away, but for some reason it wasn't bothered. It seemed to be really smart and aggressive, and it started moving toward the open shed door. My brother ran out onto the deck next to me with a sledgehammer in his hand, and slammed it down on the deck. It sparked as though it had scraped against metal, and the noise finally startled the bear a little. It started moving away from the shed and back down the driveway, so we kept screaming and making noise to scare it farther away.

The bear disappeared around the corner, and the yard was momentarily still. Then a large group of people from inside my house suddenly spilled out onto the deck with us. I wanted to close the shed door before the bear or any of the creatures returned--and we knew they would eventually--and a couple of the people joined me so we would be safer together. As we ran down the stairs into the yard, I vaguely registered the pitch-black forest at the edge of the yard, filled with glowing green eyes. I don't know what kind of creatures were waiting in the woods, but somehow I knew that they would stay out of the yard long enough for us to close the shed door and get back inside the house.

I dashed into the shed and found that a couple of the chickens were up on their perches, but one was still down on the ground. Apparently this chicken was living some kind of human double life and had accumulated some debt. The only way she knew how to get out of it was to kill herself, so she huddled down in the wood shavings in their pen and threw some shavings on her back. I picked up my debt-ridden chicken and set her up on the perches with the others, and turned to leave the shed quickly.

I hadn't even noticed that my friends had disappeared while my back was turned. Two vampires, a woman and a man, had snuck inside the shed and were waiting for me. I knew the man was the leader of his vampire clan, and that the bear had actually been him in disguise. The woman looked a lot like Anne Openshaw from Supernatural episode 1.20:



I backed up until I hit the wall as she moved closer, and soon she was so close she was nearly pressed against me. I don't remember what happened at that point, but somehow I managed to grab the top of the metal trash can next to me, and started hitting her in the forehead with the rim. It clearly just shocked her at first, and was a bit annoying. I kept driving the cover into her forehead, leaving marks on her skin, and she didn't even try to stop me. I don't remember if I killed her like this, or if I drove a wooden spear through her--but next thing I remember, I was tossing her corpse to the side, and then I had a makeshift spear in my hand, ready to go after the leader.

The leader was laughing a bit, but seemed like he was drunk and only half aware of what was going on. I stabbed him once shallowly, and he looked a bit stunned, so I tried it a couple more times. Finally, he started to fight back, stumbling through the open door into the yard.

I chased after him with my spear, struggling to keep up and drive the spear in farther. He ran along the edge of the yard toward the pond, quickly slipping out of my reach. I thought I had lost him before managing the fatal blow, but as I watched, he suddenly slowed down and started stumbling around drunkenly on the spot.

I closed the distance between us and drove the wooden spear straight through his torso this time. He collapsed face first on the ground in front of me, and I drove the spear through him a few more times before I was finally satisfied that he was dead. At that point, I woke up.

First online entry.

I had a very long dream, probably in the 30-45 minutes before I woke up, about a zombie-like illness that originated from Antarctic chickens. (Well, a facility that was doing lab testing on chickens in the Antarctic). I remember being bunkered down at my post. If memory serves - it may not - I was at the base of a frozen, craggy mountain to my Southeast. Across the frozen expanse to my North was another mountain, much farther away. I may have felt responsible for the tragedy. Directly or indirectly. I don't really remember that for certain, but I do remember a feeling of dread, incompleteness, moral or emotional sickness. Quiet personal turmoil. Not that the idea of zombie apocalypse wouldn't haunt me, but it was more than that. Very psychological and very dark.

Towards the closing moments of the dream, there was a fragment involving my mother and I trying to contain the infestation/sickness. Mom was putting a disease-ridden chicken back into a coop after it had escaped. Wherever we were wasn't frozen, it was grassy, but sparsely and still cold - like a tundra. Mom was trying to maintain that trademark care-free zest of hers', and seeing her trying to maintain composure at the brink, or the midst of an apocalypse only troubled me further.

I was happy to wake up from this one. And happy that I was able to shrug it off, but oh shit did I have a sour taste in my mouth that morning. Figuratively.

Circumstance:
5.5 hours of sleep
Krill oil, 1 capsule
Chamomile tea (strong)
Watched Conspiracy Theory with Jessie Ventura right before bed, the Plum Island Animal Disease Research Facility episode - was the source of inspiration for the dream, beyond a doubt.