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Morning of January 25, 2014. Saturday.



This is a bit unusual and has yet another celebrity, in this case, one that has not really crossed my mind in years. I am in Cubitis yet it also has features of our Wavell Heights home in Brisbane. The Carpenters are visiting. Karen Carpenter is on the floor to my left in somewhat of an informal meditation position. My second-youngest son is in an arm chair to my right and I am sitting between them on a chair similar to my real-life computer desk chair. Richard Carpenter is on the far side of the room to my right, near the windows. Other members of my family are in the house and I think two others in the same room.

I am working on some sort of machine that is apparently a sort of Etch-a-Sketch (slightly smaller, I think) but like a real-life VST or iPad variation or a special iPad with VST ROM (I have no interest in iPads). Over time, it shows a sort of implied concentric figure eight set, but offset or diagonal (to the upper right), but eventually it is seemingly made of a continuous spiral at one point that turns back at each arc somewhat like a maze of one continuous wider line to make the seeming number eight, but of which is slightly squarish.

My son is working on building a computer, it seems, and he gives Karen a CPU. Later, she hands it (or a different one) back to him and I am very annoyed that she almost scratches me with it. Plus, I am irritated that it was passed over me from the floor as I am trying to work at something. I express my anger at her and she gets up immediately and they both (her and Richard, who is 67 but very young in my dream) leave via the front door. I am thinking that it is probably not a good idea to make celebrities angry (which does not really make any sense, as I do not really care what people believe, especially celebrities, who often use their status to promote nonsensical ideas).

In a very short time, Karen comes back in and apologizes to me (or it is more like the scene suddenly jumps to this point with only a vague awareness of her coming back in through the front door), standing on my left. By that time, the “Etch-a-Sketch” VST/music device is making somewhat of a continuous annoying sound that sounds a bit like “grup grup grup” in the voice of a younger female. It could be either “grump” or “grub”, I suppose. It is so loud and annoying and probably not useful for a music track, it wakes me up and I feel a bit overheated.

This seems mostly based on being meticulous in my second-youngest-son’s eating habits, where I would like him to eat a greater variety of foods as he is a very fussy preference-oriented eater. The CPU is a play on “chip”, chicken chips being what he always wants to eat when everyone else is having something else - although he does eat other foods during these times. Karen died of anorexia nervosa which I see as not getting enough protein (or food in general, which is not really a problem for us in real life) but she also apologized for some reason (probably for handing him another “chip” when he could be “eating” - or “working with” something else). The grump/grub play probably means that I am being grumpy (or too meticulous) about his eating habits, as he is healthy otherwise.

dream : comments : lucid

16th of January, 2012

HORRIBLE night’s sleep. I was literally waking up every 45 minutes or so. I suppose it was an excellent opportunity for some WILDs but they didn’t happen. I know at one point I was kind of lucid and actually discussing dreams I’d had earlier in the night with someone but that doesn’t really count.

So. A whole bunch of weird fragments, if you so please. The last one was pretty cool.

I was with Nooks in a forest of some sort and was naked. Nooks wanted to get jiggy, but there were people everywhere. Eventually Emma came up and was crying because she’d rented some cars and couldn’t take them back in time because they had flat batteries. I was more worried about getting some pants on. We went back with Emma to a hotel and she wrote a story about this really nancy guy which at the time was amazing and I wish I could remember how it went. Wendy drew an awesome picture of the guy and set it as my desktop.

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DreamViews Academy was a real, yet intangible place. It was like a university campus that people visited but only in one plane or something. Like astral projection. I was there with a black guy and we were doing dream experiments (I can’t believe I didn’t do a RC at some point here!). It was 6:30AM wherever I was and simultaneously on some other plane of existence we were also talking on the phone and I was reading his profile which was all about aliens and creeped me out too much to sleep.

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At the shops, some junkies wanted us to buy them supplies or give them money. One of them had a really fancy, elegant plate of food.

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In a highrise construction zone watching holographic movie parodies that you looked at through glass. One was Kevin Costner saying the same line over and over again with different inflection each time.

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A guy jumped out of a helicopter and went snowboarding down a ridiculously crazy hill with basically no snow on it and just got all effed up.

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And finally, a proper one:

I’m not sure where we were- maybe Canada or the US, Nooks was going to a speed-dating event (apparantly her 3rd one) and wanted me to entertain myself while she went but I got annoyed and upset with her.

Before she left, we went to a toy store that had really elaborate Star Wars Lego. On the way out, I picked up an Etch-A-Sketch and wrote “Be Happy” on it which Nooks said was the greatest thing anyone had ever created on one. Then she decided not to go to her event.

Later on we got free tickets to a play which we were really looking forward to but turned out to be a dodgy highschool production. I tried to take a burrito into the theatre but wasn’t allowed so I went outside to finish it. I got back in just as it started. There was a fat guy dressed as a woman singing a song which I can’t remember and the play was about… I have no idea actually. At some point I swapped seats with other people and during one scene I got on stage with the guy next to me and showed the actors where a spray bottle was amongst a shelf of office supplies.

Somehow after leaving the play, the dream turned into a twisted version of the opening sequence of The Simpsons called “Homer plus family” and instead of showing them all running through Springfield it had some really screwed up stuff. One part that I remember was Homer killed a bear and was wearing its skin which started to rot and Marge turned into a bush then crashed a car into a crowd.

At the end, Homer got out of the skin and was naked and started running home. At that point it turned into me and I was running naked through the streets at morning. It was actually pretty funny and lots of people were laughing and I got on the news.

Two seperate naked dreams in one night? What's up with that?