Thread: Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

I am in an office... not the office I work in - some backwards corporate office in a sky scraper. I have my own office, not a cubicle. One whole wall is glass.

This dream I went in and out of being lucid.

I say to myself, "I would never work here. This can't be real." I decided to try to turn off the light and couldn't. I rummaged through some papers and nothing seemed to look quite right.

I turn towards the windows and jump into them, smashing them to bits. I didn't fall, I sort of gently floated down to the sidewalk below.

I am holding some sort of device. It is black and round with a circular screen in the middle. I had cracked it on the fall down.

I am turning over this object wondering what it could possibly be for. Weird images keep flashing on it, it looks like it's trying to come back to life but is unable to.

I decide I want to leave the city as it is too congested and crowded. I spin and am in a park by the house I grew up in.

I am in the park, I forget for a few moments what I am doing there. I am still holding the device. Not far away there is a boy playing fetch with his dog. They seem to be having a grand time and I watch for a few moments...

Up in the air I see a hot air balloon. The baloon is light blue with white stripes going vertically down it. I start thinking to myself that I would like very much to ride in that hot air balloon.

A thought dawns on me that I can do anything I want, because of course - I am dreaming!

I approach the man and ask him if I could use him for a moment. He comes with me to below where the air balloon is. I climb up on his shoulders and jump hard, propelling myself high into the air where I grab ahold of the balloon and swing myself inside its basket. There are buttons and knobs all over the inside, control panels galore. I wonder what is going on at my house... I steer it towards my house.

When I get there, all of my friends are sitting in a circle in my living room with candles in the middle of them.

I walk over and sit with them. They're all smoking pot and looking rather burnt out.
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Okay... So, I'm frustrated.

I couldn't stay lucid and when I was lucid... Well, I didn't do much.

I think I need to work on an intention to carry out next time I become lucid. Everytime I become lucid I either go in and out of being lucid or I just kind of... don't do much. Buh.

Anyone have any suggestions?

Two dreams last night.....

NUENG(one)

I'm sitting with [NAME]. We're sitting on my bed together holding hands. I'm telling him I'm sad that he's leaving. He tells me he's changed his mind. I tell him his plane ticket is already bought. He freaks out on me...

Tis the jist of numero uno.

SONG(two)

This one's a bit more interesting than the former. I am sitting in er - well, it's like this woven basket-ish contraption that is made out of twigs and twine. It's like a chair with a back and sides but in front of me there is nothing.

I am sitting in this high in the air, and above me there are tons of black birds holding up pieces of twine carrying me....

This is pretty much the whole of the dream - me in this contraption drifting across the earth.

So, this one was incredibly vivid... Guh.

I don't know where I was to start out. I was somewhere outside... Er. AGHEMM

I ran into my ex boyfriends little brother who, as he does, ran at me and tackled me in a hug.
"Chloe!!!" he yells loudly and I'm, as always, shocked at the greeting.

He then asks me if I would like to go walk around, maybe over by the coast.. And I say that I would like to.

We go out over to the coast, we are walking around wilder ranch/west cliff.... it's different than normal though because the street is pushed far from the cliff instead of right next to it.

Then in the distance I see [name/ex] riding towards us on a bike.

[[[I suppose I should explain about him because it won't make sense... boyfriend of four/five-ish years. We broke up five months ago because he left to travel asia... burma, phillipines, cambodia, vietnam, etc... as well as doing school and silat and whatnots.]]]

So he's coming towards us and pulls me into a hug. First thing he says is, "Why didn't you get out of here?"

So he wants to show off his new bike. He keeps riding it over the cliffs and doing jumps all over it and such. I keep yelling at him that he's going to kill himself, that these jumps are impossible to do and am amazed that he can do them. [agrr dream signs everywhere]

He jumps off and comes and walks with me and his brother, and we come across a farm... We all start going in the farm and [ex] starts wandering around the farm picking up fruits and vegetables... We all start competing to see who could get the most.

I climb up into an orange tree and start eating the oranges and watching from up there. Then I reach out and pick a banana from a banana tree and start eating that.

After some time we all gather together with what we had... they were carrying armfulls of fruits and veggies, while I was empty handed.

Then they had to leave. Or, maybe I had to leave. I don't remember which.

The dream ended in me walking down a road bordering the cliffs. It was a road that didn't exist (in real life, I mean)... It was like a highway with paths on either side of it. I walked along the path closer to the ocean, even though not a single car drove past.

I spent a really long time walking and woke up before I could get anywhere.
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I'm starting to notice a definite pattern in my dreams. I go on long walks a lot....

I think this is one of my most reoccuring dream signs and I need to watch out for this... I should start doing RC's more when I go hiking.

SO!

I have decided to add this dream to this mesh of madness that is my dream journal.

I don't know why I thought of this dream, I had it about a month ago.

Erm... Have you ever been bitter towards someone because of something they did in one of your dreams? I was bitter towards this kid... Er... here it is.

So, I'm with my friend who is this big burly skinhead kid. He's a few years younger than me, and when he was a kid he used to have a big curly orange afro. Er, when I say skinhead I mean skinhead in the alternative "punk" sense of the world. He is working class and proud of his country and wears skinhead attire and plays in an oi band. I like to preach anarchism to him, but we see eye to eye on the love your country, question your government thing.

Anyhow, when I was younger, 15 or so, I made this vest... I put studs on it and patches and all of that good stuff. It was a lovely vest. I still have it and it smells really bad. Anyway, I'd seen the kid the day before I had this dream, he was at my house hanging out. So, in the dream I was standing outside of his school with him. He was in a tuxedo and getting ready to go to prom and was WEARING MY OLD VEST!

I was so angry. "GIVE ME MY VEST!" I shouted.
"No, it's mine," he replied coldly.
"Now listen here child, you give me my vest back!" I screamed at him, but it was all so useless.

He didn't give my vest back and I was angry. I ended up searching everywhere to find him and get my vest back.
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Here's the reason I find this dream significant.

About a week later, the kid comes over with a group of other mini-punks (they're so cute, kind of like bunnies or something).

Anyhow, I had taken the vest out to show my room mate and tell her about the dream I have.

Well, the same kid as in my dream walks right over to my vest and puts it on. He even says, "hey you should take a picture of me in this."


.... no one could understand why I was laughing so hard.

So I'm standing outside of this old warehouse, kind of like around where the Gilman is in Berkeley. I'm standing around with three friends or so. It is nearing halloween in my dream, and I have a friend [dream charactor, no idea who she is in real life] who is stressing out about her halloween costume. We go to a store and she picks out a really weird 'high fashion' indian costume. My friend Ashley who is Native American took offense to this.

Anyhow, we are waiting around for Mischief Brew to play. Everyone is really excited that Erik Peterson is gonna be there, and I'm rather uninvolved as I've seen 'em play countless times... I keep trying to tell them Erik isn't a god or anything, he's a nice guy that plays guitar and sings songs.
[[I met him in real life, at the gilman and then another time and kept up with him via email... he was angry that no one would talk to him but everyone kept pointing at him and giggling, when he'd look at them they'd look away and the only people that came up to him wanted autographs...]]

Anyhow, for some reason we were in a church. We're all sitting in the pews, silently, waiting for him to come out.

So, he does, and everyone sits there silently, applauding politely inbetween songs. Poor Erik, he's getting all kinds of frustrated, romping around, waving his finger at us and finally tells everyone to get up and dance...

So um, I had a dream that I saw Mischief Brew in a church and we all rampaged around, dancing on pews, skanking and wreaking all kinds of havoc... Oh, these dreams of mine.

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Love, love and rage
Soon be the day
They sang as they swayed in the pews
Sang with love, love and rage
Soon be the day as they joined up to pray

Think of the power of song
And the history it brings along
And i can almost see sights
Of some hot Southern nights
Through blood rain tears will shine
Every night and by day

With love, love and rage
Soon be the day
They sang as they swayed in the pews
Sang with love, love and rage
Soon be the day as they joined up to pray

I'm hearin' some old singer sing
A song that out tale-tellers bring
It has been sung
Through cracked jaws, swollen tongues
In the land of the freed
Where they sang freedom rings

With love, love and rage
Soon be the day
They sang as they swayed in the pews
Sang with love, love and rage
Soon be the day as they joined up to pray

So now that I see where I am
I see race still determines
The bless from the damned
And the greatest of all historical shams
Is believing you cannot do something you can

So it's love, love and rage
Soon be the day
They sang as they swayed in the pews
Sang with love, love and rage
Soon be the day as they joined up to pray

And it's love, love and rage
Soon be the day
They sang as they swayed in the pews
Love, love and rage
Soon be the day as they joined up to pray
-Erik Peterson 


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I have just been informed that my boyfriend has
seen Mischief Brew play in a church with
Leftover Crack. This confuses and somewhat
frightens me.
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My other dream, was er, um. It was choppy, I'll say that.

I'm with [T] and we were staying at my moms friends house, having a vegan barbeque. For some reason we decided to live there. This dream actually lasted a really long time, however, it is incredibly boring.

I did steal a bunch of stuff in my dream. I walked into a department store and was mulling over our economy in my head (I spend about four-six hours a day reading the news... I think I'm starting to lose my mind due to this fact....). Anyhow - I walk into some store and pick out a relatively simple top and look at the price tag which is something like 700 dollars. So I do something like... I pretend to buy it with a fake credit card and no one notices until I'm out of the store that it didn't go through. I told them I didn't want a reciept and just ran out.

Anyhow, I wore this through the entire dream and everyone kept saying how nice it was.

I'm staying at my moms friends house, and she's got a bunch of kids that are all in their teens and are always asking me for tips on how to put up mohawks and stuff, so a lot of the dream I put up mohawks and liberty spikes and um...

I don't know. This dream was really boring. Grr.
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We are bouncing and dancing as you sing your lullaby,

Shouting “move” when you say “stay”.

The tune of your flute is a rifle you shoot.

That lays us all down to be brave.

They love you we hate you.

They made you we break you today.

Breaking away.



We are painting the walls.

Making jokes out of laws.

Hiding sleeping pills under our tongues.

Shut the light, close the door, we spit them to the floor.

Then we are humming and strumming and a’ banging on drums.

What did you know when you said we are wasting away?

How could you say?



How could you say we just waste away, waste away?

Big table not big enough.

How could you say we just waste away, waste away?

Humming and strumming and banging, a’ banging on drums.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah.



We will not be lulled into slumber by you.

We will not be lulled into sleep.

For we’ve had a taste of this wondrous place,

And it’s treasures we intended to keep.

We will not be lulled into slumber.

We will not be lulled into sleep.

For we’ve had a taste of this wondrous place,

And it’s treasures we intended to keep.

For we’ve had a taste of this wondrous place,

And it’s treasures we intended to keep.

So now when they say we just waste away, waste away.

You can say “Hey it’s not so”.

Why is it then that we’re growing, and growing, and growing,

and growing and showing them all what we know?

Yeah yeah yeah yeah.



We will not be lulled into slumber by you.

La-dadada

For we’ve had a taste of this wondrous place.

La-dadada

We will not be lulled into sleep.

For we’ve had a taste of this wondrous place,

And it’s treasures we intended to keep.

For we’ve had a taste of this wondrous place,

And it’s treasures we intended to keep.
-Erik Peterson 


Ermm... I had an odd dream, it was um...

Well, it wasn't very much like any dream I've ever had seeing as I lacked a body. In fact there were no bodies in it.

I had a dream of bursts of color and lights... It was, in fact, incredibly beautiful.

Sometimes I wish I could keep these images that my mind likes to spew all over my brain, take them for keeps and share them with... Someone who would enjoy them I suppose.

Er. It was quite odd.

I felt as if I were drifting on a lake, or out in the ocean or something, except everything was dark... Then little spurts of color started forming from a circle right above me. From this little dot of color spawned several whispy tentacles that sort of protruded from the outside of the edges, making it expand like elastic and sort of churn around and in with the other somethings. It came and went in waves, and light was shining from all the different..... Guh.

I can't even explain it. I could if I tried harder, but I think this is one of those things I'm just going to have to remember without thinking too hard about it.

Long dream. Dragons. Er - yeah. Incredibly vivid. I did say to myself that I was dreaming several times.
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So - I am in a hotel room of sorts. It's less of a "hotel" than a hut. I've pulled up in a red car (don't have a red car) with [T]. We go inside the room and start unloading stuff out of the car. I start putting some of my belongings around the room.

After some time we decide to go out, [I don't remember what we did whist out] and returned to the room. There were a lot of men there who said they couldn't rent a room to us anymore. I ran to the room to retrieve my things and there was none of it there. I darted to the next room and inside I found my Totoro stuffed animal and a Panda stuffed animal which I scooped up and threw into our white truck [we don't have a white truck].

Outside there were thousands of people fleeing everywhere, the owners of the "hotels" had raised their battle flags and people were putting on war paint... War drums were echoing all around.

At any rate, we took our things and got into the truck. It kept switching between me and him driving down the highway. It started that we were driving through my city, then suddenly we were driving through a vast expanse of desert... at some point I thought to myself that watsonville was really big.

At once, huge dragons started soaring towards the car. I'm talking... hundreds of dragons soaring straight for us. I was terrified and was glad that [T] was driving. I was very scared, and asked [T] why there were so many dragons. He said something the lines of, "it's cos yer so pretty darlin'. Dragons just flock to you."
I remember thinking how I wanted to tame one of them (unfortunately I didn't go lucid so I didn't... that should really be a goal - to ride a dragon around.... wooot!).

So, this is where things get somewhat hazy - at least as far as my reasoning and decision making...

We got off on an exit - some desert-ish exit. Heh. Er. So I remember going through a few stop signs, a few yuppies scattered here and there giving us funny looks... as they do.

So, I ended up getting out of the truck. I took my cell phone out of my purse and gave him some change. I kissed him softly and told him, "call me if you go anywhere or if I don't come back - find a gas station and call me so you can find me."

(this is where the dream somewhat changed... all of a sudden it became incredibly important that I get to work as soon as I leave the truck. In a sense the dream changed, but I was still in the same dream)


Next thing I know I'm walking away from the truck and out towards the highway. I walked for a ways until I decided to stick my thumb out and hitch hike. I keep saying to myself (yes this is pretty... funny), "crap! I'm dreaming and I need to be going to work (I actually was late for work). Grrr, I need to get to work, why won't anyone pick me up? I need to get out of this dream and out to work."

No one picked me up, however a bunch of guys in red suits with plastic grins came walking over, bouncing merrily with each step they took.
"Hi there," I said to them.
"Well geez, what are you doing on the side of this road?"
"Trying to get to work."
"Well, don't do that - come with us! We'll help you!"

I put the pieces together in my head and came to the conclusion that they must be religious fanatics, jehovas witnesses, some sort of somebodies who wanted to convert me. I didn't really mind - I needed a ride to work.

So, I realize that [T] is waiting for me. I ask the men to wait for me while I look for him. I found the truck sitting abandoned on the highway and he was not there. I was sad that he had left me.

The end part is odd, and this is what made me realize for real I was dreaming to which I promptly woke up and rushed out the door to go to work.

We go to some sort of car rental agency. They pick out a red convertable.

However, they start pulling at the sides of it and transform it into a rather large Bug. I'm talking, I climb in and it's huge. One of them lights up a joint and goes, "you know - this is the same car john lennon and jimi hendrix used to jam together in," and we all sat around and nodded and smoked...

Er, then I said to myself, "I can't hang around with you lot - I'm dreaming, I need to go to work!"

I woke up, had five minutes to get to work and was about 15 minutes late.

So I rushed here to write the dream down since I didn't have time to write it in bed.

Yeeeep.