Xanous' Dream Journal

#244 - DILD
I get to bed early at 7:30pm! This is a weak LD but I am going to count it considering how random and aidless it was.

1:26am

I am driving some place and my wife calls me. She leads me to my old house that I lost during my divorce and bankruptcy. I pull into the driveway and go in. She is there and tells me that she was able to buy it. I spend some time talking to her about it and at one point to go ahead and do a nose plug. I blow through but I am not sure this is right. I do a second nose plug and know this only happens in dreams. I am so happy about her getting my house back and my wife still talking so much that become too distracted to think about this much.

We talk some more and my wife tells me that the payments are only $166. This seems like it's too good to be true so I ask how that can be. I ask her about insurance and taxes. I hope that the actual payments somehow match what we are used to. I say, "You must have got one hell of an interest rate."

As if she suddenly gets an idea, she say, "I did!" We go on to talk about this some more but I am not totally convinced. I feel something is off. She says, "I don't know. I just showed up with $800 down and was able to buy it."

I ask, "Where did you just get $800 without me noticing?" She gives no reply. In fact, she has gone brain dead like so many of my DC's in past. I think this has to be a dream but I am so hopeful this is all somehow true that I chose to ignore this. I wonder if she donated plasma to save the money.

As if she read my mind, my wife says, "I donated plasma to save up the $800." I think this is my own thought and must be a dream. Again, I don't want to believe this. I begin to wonder how all of this is possible. The last I knew, someone bought this house. How did the lose it so fast? Is this house cursed? The people before me got divorced and sold it. I got divorced and lost it. Maybe the people after me got divorced too. I don't want to end that way again. I resolve that whatever the curse well will break it.

I am lying in a bed cuddling with my wife. I tell her how happy I am about all of this. I look out the window and see two giant wild boars. I say, "Look! Boars! One looks like it has a turtle shell on it's back. "Turtle pigs?" I look closer and see that the one that I thought was a turtle actually has a box on its back. The dream fades and I wake up.

I am really pissed that it wasn't real!

I feel wide awake and decide to have a mini WBTB and SSILD

4:34AM

Some guy sees a huge storm brewing on radar in South Africa.

The scene skips to him in South Africa. He is standing on a hillside watching an enormous storm roll in. There is thunder and lightning. He is worried about this being something on a global scale.

This is a man surfing as the storm rolls in. He is taking advantage of the huge waves. I feel as if I am in the barrel roll with him. Suddenly the wave stops and there is a wall of waving clear light or maybe it is a water probe like in the Abyss. It is coming for him. He puts the board up in protection but a tendril juts forth and pokes holes in it. There is a wall of air to the left. It seems like atmosphere. A voice says something about "to the ends of the Earth".

Suddenly, I am in a mall that is just off the beach. I know the wall of.. energy?.. Is coming. Everyone is panicking and looting. I pause at some store and pocket some cheap jewellery. The shop owner sees me but lets me go. I pass an actual jewellery store but it has been cleaned out. I mentally kick myself for missing that one. There are some thuggish looking dude walking off with a chest full of jewellery. I feel envious of them.

Suddenly, I become lucidly aware. I look around and notice the bright colors of the mall. It looks similar to the Children’s Hospital in Kansas City. A random woman pass by me and wonders off into a hallway. I remember my simple goal to observe my tattoo on a mirror. I look around and see some Whack-A-Mole game near a wall with a mirror. I think this is good enough and walk towards it slowly. My breathing is way too fast and I feel excited. I feel that I must concentrate to hold the dream together. The walk other there is taking way too long and the dream fades.

I have a false awakening and begin to DJ with a black sharpie and a scrap of paper. I struggle to write the first sentence of my dream until I actually wake up. I do a nose plug to be sure.