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In the earliest part of the dream I can remember well, I’m with a group of people from work. We’re in a house rather than an office, a mostly empty one that’s not in the best condition and which strikes me as reminiscent of somewhere in the past (it's not a vague memory in the dream – rather, my waking self can’t pin it down to anywhere familiar). There’s something in the way everything is happening that suggests we’re maintaining order in the midst of a chaotic situation and extemporizing as necessary. Some disaster has struck the world – although it seems less like this is the aftermath than that it was so bad that what remained of humanity actually had to flee to some sort of parallel dimension.

Kate, the director, tells us we should all go outside to see something. Stepping out of the house, I can see what looks like a large town square across the street, round-ish in shape, possibly cobbled. Above the old-fashioned buildings on the opposite side, the sky is turning pink and purple in a certain area. In the middle of it, a black spot appears, clearly visible against the light. I recognize it, as does everybody there: this was what happened before, the thing that came and destroyed the world.

But something is different this time: instead of appearing large and far away, the spot now seems to be quite close, in the square itself. Somehow, I know that I can make things turn out differently this time around. I run towards it, the others not far behind.

The dark sphere is floating there, too high to jump for but close to a flagpole on the far side. I scale it. The flag, which is dark blue, isn’t flying – rather, it seems to be tied to the pole, and (on later reflection) entirely too large for it. The thing actually looks more like a mast than a flagpole. But I manage to make it up with no trouble until I'm level with the sphere. It’s very small now, smaller than a cotton ball. I reach out and grab it, enclosing it in my hand.

The moment I touch it, it changes, becoming material, taking on a definite shape. It has become a key on a keyring.

I know what to do now: the keyhole can’t be too far away. I actually find it on the way back down, on the base of the pole. I put it in and turn, and keep turning. And as I do, something is happening to the building closest to the pole: the whole façade is unfolding, revealing a large airplane inside. It looks like a typical jet, but in the dream, it strikes me like something out of another era, concealed here for who knows how long.

A dirty, light brown liquid is pooled near the nose. An inner voice that seems to belong to the plane itself tells me that it needs an oil change. I think that it probably needs rather more than that, considering how long it’s been here. But I’m aware that this situation is out of my hands now. It will be others who fix it up and who make use of it somehow to avert disaster. I’ve done what I can.

10.5.20

February 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 176: The Freaks Come out at Night
Series: The Land of Dreams, Episode 1
around 6:00am
DILD

Category - WTF


I find myself in a high school classroom. I'm talking to one of my friends and a new student. The new student is Kurt from the show "Glee." The bell rings as Kurt was saying he was going to try and start a Glee club. I told him that he could count me in, and I asked him where we should practice. He said, "Don't you have football practice?" I thought, "Oh shit, I'm going to be late." I started walking through the school (which was much like my old high school, but 10x's larger). I walked through the weight room and there are absolute giants working out. Actor Terry Crews is doing running exercises with giant round weights attached to his ankles. I recognize a few people, but they are several times larger than their waking life counterparts. Several of these people are at least 10 feet tall. I felt like a midget walking through the weight room (gym). I remember justifying this situation thinking, "This is the biggest weight room in the state." I got down to the locker room and was putting on my shoulder pads, when my friend Mike walked up and said, "The championship is next week." I then responded, "Yeah, too bad we have already graduated and don't really have practice." I instantly became lucid after saying this.

I was a little bummed about it at first. I really miss playing football. I then shook it off and proceeded with the LD. I began flying through the school. As I passed doors in the hall, I glanced in to see what was going on. There were several normal classrooms and several oddities as well. I'm pretty sure there was a live donkey show about to go down in one of the rooms, but I decided against the disturbing nature of the situation and kept flying. I passed a room where cheerleaders were stretching. I stopped and enter the room. There was a very hot brunette laying on her back. It was Santana (Naya Rivera) from Glee. I knelt down and began performing oral on her. I could hear a teacher (cheerleading coach?) saying, "What do you think you are doing!?!" I just kept going for a while, until the dream began to get fuzzy. I backed off and performed some stabilization. The environment stabilized, but I was now in a different area of the school. I noticed I was in the front lobby. I noticed (out of the corner of my eye) a few odd looking characters following me as I exited to the front lawn. It was dark outside. I saw the flagpole and decided to climb it. As I climbed the pole, I saw there was a large group of people gathering around me. One was Wayne (a big dude who directed the little league sports programs among other things), the others were random people, and several freaks from the movie, Freaks (1932). Wayne attempted to push me off the pole, but only spun me around it as I ascended out of his reach. As soon as I reached the top of the pole, I heard something breathing behind me. I turned my head and saw a guy that was the same height as the flagpole. It was the giant, Mathew McGrory. He scared me a bit. I then leapt of the pole and landed away from the large crowd (which was started to annoy me). A couple of the freaks ran up to me and invited me to eat at McDonalds with them. I agreed and told them to meet me there (so they would leave me alone). The giant said, "You will be one of us." They all sang, "One of us, one of us, gooble gobble, gooble gobble..." as they head toward McDonalds. I then took flight to get the hell away from everyone around me.

The sky turned into an internet page. As I flew into the page. I was now inside the internet. I flew through internet page after internet page, most of which appeared to be google search pages (or other search engine results pages). I flew through dark-outer space like areas with flying envelopes (which I assumed to be e-mails or instant messages). Every now and then I flew through some viral infected pages. I could see areas of the page covered in a glowing red/orange web. There were small guys with spears and winged hats that were attacking the virus, which fought back swallowing some of them up. I woke up while I was still exploring the internet.

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What exactly does it mean to be KingYoshi? To find out, stay tuned for more entries to the series!