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09/03/10



I'm on a scaffold next to a roof, scooping leaves out of the gutter. I scrape the soggy mess away from the shingles and into the eavestrough, then pull it all out. The leaves disappear at this point. There's nowhere to put them.

I'm moving slowly from left to right, caught up in the mindless task. The dream is pleasantly hazy and restful. And then... the roof falls away.

I'm left looking at a collapsed section of the roof. It leads down to a shallow pit filled with tar. The wind stirs up a bit, and I remember that this was the center of a huge mystical battle. Many people died. The rumours say that it's haunted, but no one wants to believe that. For a loved one to be trapped as a ghost is one of the worst experiences imaginable in this world.

A glint of red catches my eye. The sun lights up the crevasse, showing a red-haired woman standing quietly. Her hands are folded in front of her. She stares ahead with a blank expression.

A man comes over from where he's been working on the roof, probably wondering why I've stopped. He's physically imposing, in his late 40s at least, and he's wearing an eyepatch. When he sees the ghost in front of him, he goes very still.

I can feel his sadness.

I wake up.

Scare Factor: 2/10
Rating: 4/10

The ghosts were most definitely inspired by the Felix Castor book I'm reading right now.

P.S. I'll be gone for the weekend. If I have any interesting dreams, I'll keep track of them.

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[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm around the blocks where I live, destroying boxes like you do in Crash Bandicoot and Ty the Tasmanian Tiger so that I can pick up the items inside. The items are much like very small versions of the opals you get in Ty, and there are many more, they zoom towards me when I go near, like in games. I use these as currency to build a small metallic structure that is on the ground. It is currently made up of three parts which are all grey and look organic, with very smooth shapes. A DC is nearby, perhaps helping me with the structure. A girl with companions comes around and mocks our contraption. I build a little more, but the girl comes again. I meet an old classmate, J, who stands on the sidewalk by the entrance to one of the blocks, he's holding a skipping rope. He might also have been wearing girl clothes / costume.
He starts hitting me with the rope, I dodge a few times, and after one swing, I take the chance and dive into him, grab his hair, but I quickly realize that its part of his costume, so I let go again. We fight for a bit and end up further away from the entrance. I now have his fake hair in my hand and I flail it at him, trying to hit his face. He scores a hit in my face with one hand, and grabs one of my testicles with the other, he squeezes it and I[/COLOR] wake up and it still hurts for a few seconds...

The house under construction and the bathroom

I'm at a construction site again. I was just here like a couple of days ago!! This time, my dad's in charge. The foreman, I guess. I'm just looking around the inside of this house with the beams up for the doorways and walls, but no sheet rock or anything. I vaguely remember friends being there with me. I went to find a bathroom and the toilet wasn't there. So, as brilliant as I am, I found some toilet paper from who knows where and started unrolling it and putting it on a pile on the floor. I guess the objective was to pee on the pile of toilet paper and then dispose of it?? I got interrupted somehow and ended up walking around to the backyard. It was so weird getting there. It was like the house was underground and to get out I had to go to the uppermost level of the house. When I got there I looked out a window to see a detached garage that... how do I describe this? On a garage door, there are four panels that kind of fold when you use the automatic opener. This one only had two, so it was like half as tall as a normal garage. I wondered if the house was for little people.

The backyard and the Kevin Spacey chase

So I'm in the backyard and it's wooded. There's like a track in a circle to walk around in. I see someone running in the track and it's Kevin Spacey. So now, of course, it makes sense to chase him. So I do and he runs off the track and out of the backyard past the house into the neighborhood, where all the other houses on the block are finished. He trips up as he's running down the driveway. Now it makes sense that he take me into the garage of the next door neighbor's house to show me his penis. He starts taking his shirt off and before he can get to his pants, I notice the door from the inside of the garage to the inside of the house is cracked open a little bit.

The guy on the computer jerking off

Inside the house the door is open a little bit to the kitchen. I see sitting at the table with his back to me the guy that lives there working on a laptop. Kevin Spacey is gone now. The guy on the computer is flipping between playing online poker and looking at porn. He's clearly jerking off. He is jerking off so much that his penis explodes. Not like a fiery explosion, just like poof, in half, and now he has no more penis. Now Andrea's with me at this random house that we're not supposed to be in. The guy leaves and we decide to check out the house. Looking for what I don't know.

Escaping the house

Now we're trying to leave the house and we're back in the garage and we see out a window the guy who lives there coming home with his wife who has the biggest boobs you've ever seen on a woman. And he's got an ice pack between his legs and is walking funny. They're getting out of the car in the driveway. Andrea and I hide under the car that's in the garage. They don't notice us and we go out the side door. Now we're cutting across everyone's front lawns going I don't know, maybe home? Now we have four Rubbermaid bins that go under the bed, two green, two red, and we're sliding them across the lawns. I look back and Andrea is asking me where her sister is. I told her she's still at the house and she tells me that I better call her or text her and tell her to get out of there because the people are home. So I try to text her on my phone but who knows what I said to her because all of a sudden I forget how to make intelligible words.

A house from start to finish.

Before me is a hole in the ground, a basement that's just been dug in the middle of a field. On the other side of the basement are my mom and dad (who I work for), talking to a customer. I have to crawl under the sheets of poly to make it to the other side.

I'm in the same location, but it's shifted to become some sort of self-sufficient compound. I'm a new character, older. I feel a timer go off in my head, telling me it's time to begin classes. I'm a teacher.

Houses. Scare Factor: 1.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Oh look. I'm bleeding.

I'm shopping, getting ready to disappear if the government catches onto our plan.

I'm at what's supposed to be our house, shared with the people I'm conspiring with. I'm outside on the front steps, cutting up blocks of styrofoam cement with a chainsaw. A woman comes out to talk to me. She looks like Michelle Rodriguez. We talk about something, she warns me about the Agents that might have followed her here. Then she explains that the box of nails next to the steps are actually explosive rounds that she uses in her gun.



The Agent shows up. I play dumb, but eventually confess that the weapon he's looking for is that box, beside the steps. He goes to look, and when he looks up, I'm holding an air nailer pointed straight at his head. He rushes me, knocks me off balance, and I fire six nails. I think one might hit him, but the other five go straight into my left forearm.

I'm sitting on the ground, still holding the cordless nailer. I stare dumbly at my forearm. The nails have been impaled along the center, an inch apart from each other. Blood, everywhere.

The agent is running off and I'm babbling about how I thought there weren't any nails in the gun. Michelle shows up and helps me inside. I'm staring at my arm, fascinated, and picking at the nails, pulling them out one at a time.

Michelle slaps my hand away and pours a mix of soapy water over my arm. I hiss, but more in reflex than actual pain. She says she'll take them out; I'll do too much damage if I do it myself.

"There's only one left," I say, holding up my arm.

She looks a little sick.

Air Nailers. Scare Factor: 4.

My dad has taken the family out to the farm, but he needs to go back into town. I drive a regular-sized car to show him the way, but he's driving a massive tractor or threshing machine. Eventually we arrive in town, and for some reason pull into a construction zone. Dad starts to pull monster truck rally tricks with his vehicle, and continues without interference until quitting time for the construction workers. They kick us out, and we have to return the vehicles to the farm.

Early morning of November 8, 1969. Saturday. (Between 1 and 3 am.)



In my dream, my female classmate, Carol Waters, is swimming in a very small “swimming pool”, which seems to instead be a section where concrete is otherwise to be poured into the hole that is presently filled with water (as part of an internal floor foundation my father had been working on). The water in it may be a result of recent rain even though the setting seems indoors, though there are possibly missing external walls behind me or on either side as well as the roof not being constructed yet. It reminds me a bit of an actual construction area my father worked at previously but also (more likely) could be from newer construction on the new rabbit shed on the north side of our backyard. There is another person in my dream besides me and Carol Waters; seemingly my father, standing with arms akimbo to the south (facing north) of the small “swimming pool”. I am to the east of it. There is a sense of puzzlement in the scenario. It seems to be midnight or after in my dream, which may be reflecting the actual time in this case.

My father seems to be puzzled as to why Carol Waters (her real name) is using it as her own private “swimming pool”, as he needs to finish his work and pour the concrete (after removing the water), though he would not actually do this work so late at night. She is “swimming” upright, almost vertically in a seemingly physically impossible way; in an unusual very swift manner back and forth (east to west and back). The scene is highly unlikely, as the area for the concrete to be poured would not be deep enough to use as such (assuming Carol is actually upright in the water, though she may just be doing a wrongly perceived or distorted dog paddle). My father says that she is “afraid to come out of the water” giving me a vague awareness of the Brian Hyland song “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini” (even though I am not certain of what Carol is wearing in my dream, as she never comes out of the water).

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This dream was in the middle of the night, seemingly coming out of a very deep sleep. It also seems too cold (even for Florida) to consider that someone would be swimming at this time. It seems amusing in that her surname was Waters and this is the only dream I documented as ever having her specifically as a character and was related to her being in the water.

Trying to be as accurately detailed as possible here, I will add the nature of the setting as in being of typical very clear perceptual bilocation. The scene, as well as its implied in-dream location, also seems to be oddly set between the south inner and outer wall of my bedroom, partly in the front yard in front of my father’s room (original room before he built the extension into the carport). This sense of bilocation occurred in the majority of my dreams when young (and still occurs more sparsely) though I had not previously given the specifics online.

A probable meaning to this dream is that I was merely focused (in-dream) on the dreaming process itself; that is, the water being the essence of the dreaming mind, projecting myself as Carol the swimmer, the pool not being a real pool (dream state as opposed to waking consciousness), my dream being short (not that much water in the faux pool), and the building incomplete (dream not fully rendered even though vivid). As most dreams have a precognitive or remote viewing layer, this one foreshadowed newer work my father was to become involved in. (He added a new area to the rabbit shed as well as becoming more involved in local construction involving houses, churches, and park utilities.) Also, immediately after my dream, he talked about rainwater making the concrete too wet and had to do additional work.

Additional notes. There was an association with an apparently fictional lyric “she was afraid to come out of the ocean, she was afraid to come out of the sea…” (as I often misremembered song lyrics as a child). Also, I always, even at this age, felt the song was a bit ambiguous, as it was not clear if the bikini or the polka dots were yellow. I did not see Carol Waters as shy in real life.

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melatonin simulacrum subsequent mediation / water lowering waking symbolism

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