Thread: Wounded, to the City and Back

STRANGERS, SNOW LEOPARDS, TRAINING
recorded: October 16, 2007

I’m lying in bed on some sort of college dorm, even though I graduated college over 3 years ago. My room is somewhat small like it was Freshman year, and I’m not doing anything special. I’m just watching TV or reading a book… not doing anything crazy.

2 of my peers, a male and female, come into my room. They appear to be pretty excited, but I don’t know who they are or why they are so happy. I go back to doing my thing, uninterested. The two people try to get me to ‘pretend’ and ‘use my powers’. I have no idea what they are talking about, and ask them politely to leave.

They won’t leave, they won’t get up. They seem convinced I have some sort of special powers, and want to play some sort of game. I just tell them flat out I’m not in the mood to pretend, how it’s stupid, etc. They just won’t get it, and keep on egging me on to use some sort of powers.

I have no idea what these ‘powers’ are.

The environment begins to shift and melt. The dorm is gone, and I am standing in a snow covered hill. There are lots of trees, but not enough where the landscape is dense. It’s nighttime, but not dark. The sky is a dark purple, the trees have a few leaves on them despite being winter, and the ground is white with snow.

The 2 people are still here with me, outside in the snow. We are standing at the top of the hill, taking turns throwing things down it. One by one we go down, pick up what we threw, and bring it back to the top. The male in my dream is walking back up the hill when he stops and looks at me. There is a great fear in his eyes.

I’m trying to find out why this man is panic stricken. I look past him, and out of the snow I can now see a snow leopard. It is walking towards all of us very menacingly, and has fantastic green eyes. I can hear it growling softly. I cannot let this leopard injure me or these two strangers I am with, I have to man up and take action.

With great ease yet great strength I rip a small tree out of the ground, and wield it like a staff / spear. I hold my ground and I don’t retreat. I am between my two peers and the leopard. I try to act tough, I try to act menacing… when a second leopard comes out behind the other one. This one has fantastic blue eyes.

I can tell something is off… the leopards don’t have small animal eyes… their eyes are large, colorful, very vivid like that you would see in an anime. This adds to their fantastic freakishness.

I will not give up my ground. Thinking this, the leopards walk off and fade back into the snow. I think I am safe.

A second, much larger leopard appears. This one has the most evil red eyes I have ever seen. They are not glowing red, but are red and shiny like plastic/glass. Growling loudly, exposing its fangs, the leopard walks towards me. It is much more aggressive than the other two leopards. It comes within millimeters of me, trying to bite me.

Not letting myself be intimidated, I scream back. The leopard roars. I scream again, cursing, yelling profanities and shaking my stick in the air. We never fight or make contact, but in my mind every scenario is running through my head, how I will counter every move the leopard makes and kill it.

Sensing I am willing to fight and have the intelligence to win (and possibly using my will) the fierce creature turns around and walks away.

Congratulating me on my victory, the two strangers I was protecting walk me down the hill. There in the snow I see a large jungle gym, much like the large wooden playgrounds children often play on.

There I am being tested, performing all sorts of tasks. I learn it’s not how hard I try physically to do things… I just have to make the movements and believe they will happen.

I shortly wake up after some training.

It seems as if my subconscious tried to get me too take control via the male and female, but realized I wouldn't. So my subconscious changed the scenario into something dangerous, forcing me to do so.

WOUNDED & POWERFUL
recorded October 18, 2007

There is a one story office building on a wooded side of a small mountain. Nothing large like in the Rockies, but something you would find in Pennsylvania. The building was long and narrow, so that it could sit easily on the mountain face without scarring the landscape. Almost covert.

I’m making my way to the gym in the office building, which has random people doing random office tasks. In the gym I head to the locker room / shower area. While inside the locker room, five gang bangers come in, all thugged out with their gang colors and para-military urban gang uniforms. One of the men is talking trash to everyone in the locker room, trying to provoke trouble. The men start pushing people, and then pull out various types of guns and start shooting the place up.

Two bullets hit my upper left torso – I just got shot in the chest / rib cage.

People start dropping to the floor and all hell breaks loose. My only option is to hide and play dead. I run over by the sink and crouch behind it. I’ll lie still and hopefully I won’t be caught. A tall, narrow body mirror catches my eye in the corner next to some lockers. Suddenly my hiding spot begins to shrink. I think to myself “They are going to see me they are going to find me and I’m going to die.”

The thugs come into the room where I’m hiding. They see me. I’m terrified. Yelling at me, one of them points his weapon at me ready to fire. I’m going to die.

Without thinking or trying, I get up and teep the guy in the chest (a body kick with one foot) and knock him backwards into a wall. He drops his weapon. The other thugs start to attack me, but now I am holding the mirror which I have apparently ripped of the wall. I begin making fluid movements, swinging the mirror around, catching people in the face, neck, and body. I’m totally decimating these people with the mirror, like a ninja swinging around a large staff.

I run down the office hallways to get away, and it is taking forever. The hallways are long due to the elongated nature of the building on the mountain side. Finally! I get to the front doors of the building and I go outside. It seems someone called 911, for police and SWAT teams have the building surrounded.

Running to the road out front, I go up to an office by one of the squad cars. The cop starts yelling at me “Hey man, you got shot! You’re bleeding!”

As the officer is reaching down, trying to pull up my blood stained shirt to see my wounds, I push away, “Nah, it’s nothing. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

The office is trying to offer some advice to me “Maybe you should go to a hospital. You should get the bullet fragments taken out. I think one didn’t pass through.”

Afraid of what might happen, and thinking about my situation, I reluctantly tell the truth, “I don’t really have medical insurance, you know.”

The cop just says coyly, “I don’t think that matters with gunshot wounds… I think you can sue, and get money to pay for the surgery.”

Instead of arguing I decide to run off – and the police begin to chase after me. They aren’t as fast despite having cars, helicopters, etc. I just run, and make my way down the mountain to a rough neighborhood. I know where my girlfriend and brother are – I meet them at ‘our’ house, a dirty, run down office building in some alley way.

This building is halfway between the mountainous country side and the city, in a rural ghetto. I’m inside the building, and the two are asking me all kinds of questions. My girlfriend is being cool, but my brother is harassing me the most. I’m trying to shut them up, I need to find the bathroom. I have to pee really bad and I want to check out my wounds.

My brother starts getting in my way, locking doors and making fun of me. My anger and frustration is building. Without effort I do shoulder-charges at the doors. The doors easily slam off their hinges, breaking the door frames. Pieces of white-pained wood shatter, flying through the air. There is a large wolf in the apartment, and it begins to catch the splinters of wood in its mouth like a dog catching a Frisbee.

Bashing through doors I just want to leave this place – so I do.

I am outside the building in the street – when police helicopters are hovering overhead. They are back for me… for some reason. I run through the city, jumping, climbing, scaling buildings. I am on the ledge of some super skyscraper, looking at the city below.

I have a clear view of some sort of mega stadium, not domed yet enormous. I can see through a glass ceiling at the roaring crowd and fans below. Everything is in time lapse. But over the course of years. I see baseball games morph into football games, people coming and going, lights going on and off. All in a matter of seconds.

Night is over and it is time to leave the city. Like a vagrant I walk through the city, making my way to less dense areas, then eventually I am out in the forest. I have just come upon some sort of ruined temple, built by Aztecs or something similar in style. There are a few people around talking, just doing their own thing. Nobody seems to be impressed with the awesomeness of the temple… it is old and nobody cares.

Outside the temple I see Morpheus from the Matrix. But it’s almost like a video game. He is telling us all some things (I can’t remember what) and like a video game he exits off screen to an area we can’t go. Jumping in small leaps he scales the face of the temple, at rates the average person would find impossible.

I don’t want to be left behind with everyone else, so I look around to see where he went. I can see him at the top of the temple, along with Neo… so I start breaking the rules and jumping up the side of the temple, climbing slowly at first but then making giant leaps.

I see the two walking down the top of the temple, and I try to catch up to hang out with them. That’s when I see the film crew, who are very annoyed with me. They start yelling “Hey, get out of the scene! What are you doing?”

I feel a little silly for thinking this is real and wake up.

I had a lot of EggNog and rum before bed and watched Ninja Warrior. A lot of aspects of this dream are reconstructions of real life places I have been to. I also seemed to very much be in control of what happened in the dream after I got shot.

Wow, a lot happening in that last dream! Glad you were able to turn the tables and kick some ass.

Electronic Garbage
recorded October 19, 2007

I am moving text layers around in Adobe InDesign and Photoshop. I’m trying to position text and graphics together on the footer of a page, but nothing is really fitting together too well. There’s no computer, no mouse, and no me. It’s just the program, just the application. That’s all that’s going through my mind.

After fiddling with different layers, text, images, effects, etc, I walk away and the program leaves my mind.

I’m sitting on a cough in a large dark room with a bunch of coworkers. This room is very familiar yet strange. I’m always in a particular room that doesn’t exist in many of my dreams. If there is a TV in my dream, it’s usually in this room I have never been to. Same room, doesn’t exist in reality.

My girlfriend is there, and she’s wearing shorts and a T-Shirt. She’s standing next to a large oak TV, one from many decades ago. The casing is wood, and the screen is large and rounded, bulging out. A type of shiny metal lines the screen, and there are two large knobs to the right of it. On the TV I see static and news broadcasts.

Nobody would shut the hell up outside my apartment, constantly waking me up. It was also very hot and humid.

My jobs been keeping me very busy lately, and sadly I think my dream last night reflected that. Nothing exciting, nothing really meaningful. Just what I was focused on throughout the day.