The Cusp's Surrealistic Pillow

[The Cusp]

Behold! My Dream Journal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here's last night's Heroes inspired dream. Hiro's Heroes I'm with Hiro, from the tv show Heroes. We are trying to find a girl. We are at her mother's place, but the girl is not there. The mother lets us take a look around the gir's room. While Hiro is inspecting the room, I notice a lever, and when I pull it, a pair of panties flies out of an open drawer and lands at my feet. A little surprised at what just happened, I pull the lever a few more times, each time panties land at my feet. I lay down on the ground with my head right where the panties were landing, and get Hiro's attention. Once he is looking, I tell him "Check this out!" and pull the lever, sending panties flying onto my face. I laugh, and keep pulling the lever, until my head is completely buried underneath panties and bras. I'm really getting into that Hero show. The flying underwear were pretty strange. My girlfriend broke up with me on the weekend, so I guess I'd better get used to pulling my lever. I'm having lots of sexual dreams lately, very uncharacteristic from my usual dreams

[The Cusp]

Mutes and Meteorites -Some friends and I drive to an outdoor party. Once we arrive, we get out, and Amanda comes over to greet me. She's looking very good, even better than she did in high school, and she seems very glad to see me. Amanda keeps asking me questions, to which I give a brief answer, and then can't come up with anything to say. I really want to engage her in conversation, but I can't come up with a single thing to say. The silence quickly becomes awkward. Eventually Amanda just looks disappointed and walks away to talk to somebody else, and I'm left alone feeling regret. -It's later on at the same party, and I'm trying to sleep in my work van. My back is on the driver seat, and my feet and legs on the passenger seat, with my ass hanging in the space between. I'm not very comfortable and consider clearing out the back of the van so I can lie down properly. Just as I'm about to switch positions, I see a huge meteor streak across the sky. It's a fiery orange like fireworks, and has an orange aura around it, which is probably 10 time thicker than the meteor it's self. Both the aura and the meteor are leaving a spectacular tail behind them. After awhile, the meteor breaks up into twinkling orange dust that disappears. I sit up, wondering if anyone else at the party has seen it, and thinking it will give me something to talk about. Someone yells out "METEOR!" and i try to yell back that I saw it as well, but my throat isn't working very well. I try a few times, but cant get any volume in my voice. I eventually manage to croak out "Awsome!" in a decent yell, but my voice sounds really strained. I see a couple more medium sized meteorites streak across the sky with that same thick glow around them. Then come more and more of them, untill there are hundreds of meteors streaking the sky. I realize that's why they had the party tonight, to because of the meteor shower. Watching the show in the sky, I hear a something crash in the bush a little ways off. At first I think it's a meteor, but it wasn't a big enough bang, and the rest of the meteors are breaking up in the atmosphere. I get out and see a girl holding a cigarette walking towards the source of the whoomp sound. Her cigarette is glowing orange like the meteors in the night. THat last one took too long to type out, I forgot my third one. I was at schoool, cleaning out my locker. Something about Joanne was making it obvious she liked me, and me not being able to make a move even though I wanted to. There seems to be this big inertia in my dreams I can't overcome when it comes to women.

[The Cusp]

Just a fragment last night: I was smacking my father around. That seems be a classic reoccuring dream with me. I thought those would have stopped after I moved out of thier house, but no.

[Vex Kitten]

Hope you don't mind me cluttering up your dream journal, but I have to say that Hiro's Heros was amusing & I find myself envying your meteorite dream.

[The Cusp]

Don't mind at all Vex Kitten, comments are always welcome. Dreams with crazy stuff happening in the sky have got to be my all time favorites. They are always so spectacular. And anything to do with Hiro is amusing. I love that guy! The un-hero hero.

[The Cusp]

Carjacked! I'm sitting in a fancy sports car by the side of the highway. The guy who owns the car just went inside, and I'm locking it up for him, when a van full of black kids pulls up besides me. They get out, and as they approach, I begin to roll up the window. "I'm not interested" I yell at them before they get too close. But the window won't roll up all the way, and I notice it a double paned window in the car. The first kid walks up and opens the passenger door. I manage to yank it back closed. He opens it again and we fight with the door for a bit, i close it again and lock it, but the window is still open a bit. While I was dealing with that guy, another one had snuck around and sat himself down in the driver's seat. "Look, I don't even have the keys" I tell them, but the car is already running. We take off, and I punch the kid in the passenger seat, then start to hammer the one driving in the head with my elbow. I don't care if we crash (it's not my car!). My blows don't seem to be phasing the driver, and I consider plunging my thumb into his eyeball, but before I do, I see a road block up ahead. There is a police car pulled over and a woman officer standing in the road. She lets us drive by, and I wave at her frantically, trying to get her attention.

[Vex Kitten]

Hey there, I find the opening of the Clockwork dream to be kind of unsettling and I don't know why. I've no fear of clowns but it still gives me a slightly creepy feeling.

[The Cusp]

Yeah vex, there were some creepy overtones to that dream. The boss in it reminded me of one the henchmen in The Batman cartoon. Postaholic I dreamt I was making post on bulletin boards, and reading other posts, all dream related. Don't remember any details. I always have a hard time remembering specifics of conversations or stuff I read while dreaming I also remember a pretty detailed sexual dream I won't bore your with. There were some embarassing parts.

[The Cusp]

I've got to start taking notes of my dreams when I wake at night. I had 2 lucids last night thanks to some unintentional WBTB (couldnt sleep) and can't remember what I did in them Love of my Life I see a girl and I recognize her face, but I don't know from where. As I'm trying to place it, I suddenly rembember her, and realize I love her. I'm remembering all the things we used to do, and my feeling for her are so strong, I'm shocked that I would ever forget her. I'm still trying to place the events I'm remembering, and feeling ashamed for having forgotten about her. Suddenly, it hits me. I'm dreaming. Now I can bring back clearly past dreams of her and I. There is so much to remember, and the feelings are so intense, I get completely wraped up in it. The first lucid I don't remember because as soon as I got lucid, I completely disregarded the dream scene around me, and what happened next was in a completely different context. The second one, I got distracted by a pretty girl... Either I'm leading another life with her in my dreams, or my subconscious came up with the perfect trap to distract me from lucidity. I don't know why it would want to do that, but it does. With a vengence at times.

[Twoshadows]

Good job on the Lucid Dreams! Now I can bring back clearly past dreams of her and I. There is so much to remember, and the feelings are so intense, I get completely wraped up in it.[/b] That's really interesting... Either I'm leading another life with her in my dreams, or my subconcious came up with the perfect trap to distract me from lucidity.[/b] Makes you wonder. I will occasionally have "dream memories" too. And I will wonder if I have really had multiple dreams about the subject or if my brain is spontaneously creating the memories. Keep up the Lds.....

[The Cusp]

They felt like real remembered dreams to me, they didnt just come, I had to fight for them. Just like remembering dreams when awake.

[The Cusp]

Tusted my dreams to memory again without taking notes. Bad idea, forgot most of them. Too tired, neighbours are noisy. Sasquatch I'm walking on a path through the woods behind my grandmother's house in Petawawa, with 2 girls. Up ahead, I see something large, brown and furry crouched down behind a tree. THinkig it's a bear, I throw out my arms to stop the girls from walking into it. We stand there quiet and motionless, watching the beast. It stands up, and we get a good look at it. It's a sasqatch. The sasquatch doesn't seem to notice us at first and gets on the same path we were walking, heading in our direction. When it sees us, it runs right at us. I think it's attacking, but it runs right by us. As the sasquatch runs by, I catch a whiff of the most godawful stench. It just smells like shit. ANd then it occurs to me, the way the sasquatch was crouched down behind the tree. It was taking a dump, and the smell is thick in the air I was lazy and didn't shower yesterday (wasnt going anywhere). I probably smell like a sasquatch this morning

[The Cusp]

Shrinkage I'm reading some text that is pretty long. I don't feel like reading it all or don't have time, so I shrink the whole thing down untill it's so small it looks like a single symbol. THen all I need to do is look at the symbol, and I understand the meaning of the text. I also need to make copies of that text, and this transmuted versions will make it much easier. I've slipped into some bad habits with my dream recall the last little while. Had another lucid last night that I can't remember now. I'm pretty sure I had one last night too that I can't remember. It's possible I'm doing things while lucid that are so incompatible with waking life, I can't remember them. Or I'm just getting lazy.

[The Cusp]

Butterfly Effect I'm standing with some guy who is going over a war scene, some kind of digital recreation. As we are watching his representation, a butterfly flies by and creates an more sybolic inturpretation of the scene. The guy doesn't like the vagueness of the butterfly, and claims his digital recreation is more accurate. I see his version again. The butterfly does it version a second time. I notice that while it is more symbolic, it acually captures subtle meanings that the digital one missed. Now the digital version plays it's self out again. It has a rating of 5.0. The butterfly takes it's turn, and only has a rating of 4.2. The man with the digital recreation of the war scene crushes the butterfly with his hand. Strange dream. I overdosed on Civilization 4 yesterday, and there are several elememts from that game in this dream. For instance the ratings seem a lot like the combat odds in the game (war scene). Don't know what's up with the butterfly. Reminds me of this poem I've always had a morbid facination with: Butterfly on Rock Irving Layton 1963 The large yellow wings, black-fringed, were motionless They say the soul of a dead person will settle like that on the still face But I thought: the rock has borne this; this butterfly is the rock's grace, its most obstinate and secret desire to be a thing alive made manifest Forgot were the two shattered porcupines I had seen die in the bleak forest. Pain is unreal; death, an illusion: There is no death in all the land, I heard my voice cry; And brought my hand down on the butterfly And felt the rock move beneath my hand.

[The Cusp]

I was going through some rough times and almost gave up on dreaming for awhile. Time to get back at it. I almost managed to hang on to conciousness while I fell asleep last night and ride it out into Lucidity. I'm not sure if I was Lucid or not really asleep, normal sleep of hypnagogic. Just remember a mess of random images from the first part of the night, and a feeling of being lucid. Hellbillies My brother and I are in Jason's house washing dishes. I look out the window and see two psychotic hicks who want to kick my ass. I'm about to run and call the police, but when they see I noticed them, they point a rifle at my father's head, who is standing in the driveway. I keep washing dishes, feeling trapped. The bigger hick, the one aiming at my father, gets impatiend and shoots him in the head. His buddy begins to chastise him for not sticking to the plan. THe shooter convinces the other one to stop fooling around and to come get me -Inside the house, I'm alone with the two psycho hicks. THe have cloth bag sitting on the couch that is wriggling. It's full of snakes. The hicks tell me to put my hand underneath the back, where there is a square opening. "Don't worry, they're not poisonous" says one of the hicks. "Except for the (Name I cant remember)" say the other Something disctacts the hicks, and they leave me alone for a moment to discuss something. I run for it. I run outside and down the street. I cut into the yard of one of the first neighbour's houses. I'm hoping they will think if I'm running, I wouldn't stay so close to where I'm running from. I go into the back yard, hop the fence, and sneak around the side of the house. I take cover and watch for my pursuers. I see them drive by in a pick up tuck. -I'm driving away from my house and there are two girls in the car with me. They are looking for Joel at the wrong house, and I point out the right one. There is a truck idling in the driveway with Gary sitting inside. As we watch, Joel and his dad get into the truck as well. We drive by them. The people in the car with me are now Chunk and Muldoon, and Joel is driving. I tell them I'm going to find one of those hicks and catch him while he is alone and unarmed, becase I know where he's going to be. Muldoon asks "what about Joel?". I remember he's the one who sold me out like Judas to those hellbillies. I reply that I'll get Joel too, eventually. Joel gets all defensive and says "At least I stood up for myself!" Can't even begin to imagine where that dream came from, especially considering I spend all last night playing with my cousin's two kids and my brother's baby. Thought my dreams would have been more pleasant.

[The Cusp]

High Tide My parents drive my brother and I down to the Catwalk, a beach made by a walled off section of the river. As I watch the people swimming at the beach, I notice the water beyond the walls is really high, which is freakishly unusual for being this late in the summer. THe high water gets me excited, as I didn't miss the good swimming season. I ask my brother if he wants to go swimming in the whirlpool. He does. He gets out and walks off down the path leading to the set of rapids called "Lovers". I sit in the car for a moment then get out to catch up with him. As I get out of the car, I look over at the beach and notice a young girl suspended a few feet above the water by a string. I look up and the string is attatched to a Kite. There is another string going from the kite to her father, who is controlling the kite. He makes the kite fly up a little bit, then back down, splashing his daughter into the water. He sends th kite up again, really high this time, then back down, sending the girl crashing into the water with excessive force. I run up the path and catch up to my brother. We look into the river and there are small whirlpools moving towards us against the current, creating deadly undertows. The whirlpools come towards us and collapse when the get in front of us. Once one dissapears, another heads our way. I look downriver to the actual Whirlpool, my favorite swimming hole. The water is way too high, like it is in the spring, and there is no way we could swim it, the current is too strong. The obvious swimming spot when the water is this high is the Mackey, downriver alongside the Catwalk. Unfortunaltely, by brother and I aren't wearing any pants, only long sleeved shirts that hand down to cover our nakedness. We can't go back to the beach half naked, se we head up river to scout out some decent swimming holes. A little ways upriver, there is a wall of stacked stones at least 10 feet high, spanning the entire width of the river. It blocks the flow of the river and only lets a trickle by the sides. We start to climb the stones, my brother ahead of me. The rocks looked solid, but my brother sends large stones tumbling down at me. I climb up as well, sending stones falling from the loose footing. It's hard to climb and I brace myself against a piano on the far side of the river, half burried in rocks. We make it to the top and are now standing on large monoliths, looking down. There is a girl with dark hair winding her way between the monoliths who doesn't see us. I say hello from above and scare the living crap out of her. Once she regains her composure, we chat for a bit. Back in Pembroke I'm at Seabert's house with my brother. We are about to leave, but we have to do the dishes first. I gather up the dirty dishes from around the house and rinse them off and stack them by the sink. Before I start to wash them, I ask myself why should I, since it's not my house. I give up on the dishes and run into Sasha and Danielle in another room. As we talk, Sasha and I keep getting closer and closer, until we're practically holding each other without embracing. We are standing so close to each other, our crotches are touching, and we start rubbing them together as we talk. I head outside and in the yard I see a sign with Sasha's phone number. The longer I look at the sign, the more it turns into a regular advertisement for something or other. It's late at night now and I walk down main street when Melissa and her friend catch up to me. Again Melissa and I are getting close without either of us making any overt moves. They ask me if I like Crabby Wine, and hand me a round bottle without labels, filled with a red Kool-aid like liquid. At first I think Crabby wine is made from crabs, then I realize it's made from crab apples. I take a swig and hand it back. As we walk past the marina, a gaggle of girls overtake us, and I lose Melissa in the crowd for a few moments. The crowd of girls pass and we continue on our way. They ask me if I'm hungry and want to go eat somewhere, but I tell them I don't have any money on me. They say it's not a problem, and we turn into the bank. The bank is packed for this late at night, full of people just lounging around, chatting in groups. It's busier in here than most of the bars are.

[The Cusp]

I was playing Subspace: Trench Wars and watched Blade 2 last night which were the inspiration for this dream. Also I've been starting to design a 2d space shooter in Flash. Shoot Em' Up I'm playing a top down, 2D space shooter. I am able to incorporate the wreckage from my enemies destroyed ships into my own, increasing the size of my ship untill it looks like a flying junk heap. Some of the wreckage builds tentacle like protrusions from my ship which swat enemies out of the sky offensively, and block incoming bullets difensively. As I take damage, peices fly off my ship, and it's configuration is forever changing. I encounter the occasional enemy ship that is a flying junk heap like my own, and we grapple, tearing peices off of each other. The Bosses are nigh indesctuctable, or at least immune to my weapons fire. If I shoot them in the right place,I can drive them back, but it does no damage. In order to defeat them, I have to trick them, trap them, or pit them against each other. I was a little disapointed with this dream story wise, but there were some interesting concepts I can try to incorporate into my game in RL

[The Cusp]

I've got to stop playing those cheap flash games. THey are repetitive with no story, and that's how my dreams are turning out. Game Over I'f falling throught the air, over top the freeway. At the last moment before I hit, I realize I'm dreaming. I throw out my arms to my sides like airplane wings to break my downward fall, then move them in front of me Superman style and start flying forward, a few feet above the traffic. I'f flying really fast, and up ahead there is an overpass. I'm forced to fly downwards to try to go underneath it, but my momentum and speed send me crashing into the pavement. Instead of tumbling along the road like I was expecting, the whole scene freezes the moment I touch the pavement, like the game over screen of a video game. I gotta read a good book or see a good movie to reintroduce some better content into my dreams.

[The Cusp]

Smoking Game Some friends and I are sitting around a table, taking turns smoking pot. While each one of us smokes up, there is a an icon shapeded like a bud floating in front of us, on which peices dissapear like the hands of a clock, depending how much we smoked. Occasionally somebody would smoke out of somebody else's icon. It's Gary's turn, but his icon is gone, indicating he's out of weed. He has a large bong with a bowl the size of an open hand, packed with a light brown powdery substance, possibly hash. I think to myself the bowl is way too big and he'll never be able to burn it. Tue Apr 03, 2007 The Simpson Genome Scientists in white lab coats lead me into a gymnasium filled with Homer Simpson clones, playing basketball and running the length of the gym. Each Homer clone has different hair. The longer I look at the differences in their hair, the more drastic the differences become. Eventually, some of the clones have 2-3 hairstyles on one head, pieced together in motley patches. In particular I notice one with a black horseshoe of hair going over his ears and around the back of his head, and the top of his head is covered with very fine white hairs, which looks like some kind of mould growing on his head.

[The Cusp]

My dream recall stinks the past few days, I'm getting nothing more than fragments. I'm going to have to do something about that today. Got My Back I'm at a party and it seems the whole Petawawa crew are there. There is only one person I don't know at the party, and he is trying to goad me into fighting. I don't consider the guy much of a threat, so I do my best to ignore him. As the guy is hasseling me, Bubba walks up to greet me and we bang knuckles instead of shaking hands. Next Bourque speaks up to greet me, as does nearly everyone else at the party. The guy who was giving me a hard time thought I was the one who was out of place and didn't know anyone. Haven't run into any of the old gang in a long time. I have to stop being so antisocial and give someone a call one of these days.

[The Cusp]

Give the people what they want -I run into Jen S. It's obvious she wants me, and I figure what the hell. We flirt for a bit, and then start walking down the road to the Plaza where we can get a hotel. As we're walking down the street, she casually slips her hand down my pants. I'm wearing stretchy jogging pants which give her lots of room. -Jen and I go to my parents, but I don't want them to think we are an item. It seemed to be just about sex with us and she was being cool about it, so I wasn't worried. My uncles are in the driveway. We go inside, and I talk with my family for a bit. Jen is acting pretty casual, so everthing is cool. Then we sit on the couch, and all of a sudden, she rests her head on my head, neck and shoulders. My family gives me a funny look.

[The Cusp]

I've still been playing those flash games all week, and the majority of my dreams have been senseless mini games of some sort. I think I was fighting off zombies for most of the night. Only remember one clear fragment: Family Visiting I walk out into the driveway of my old house in Petawawa. A super long camper pulls into the driveway, filled with my aunts, uncles, and cousins. I think it's a little nuts that they all squeezed into that thing for such a long journey. My reiki master uncle was owns the camper and was responsible for the whole trip. This dream must be in anticipation of Easter dinner tonight. Not too many people visiting though Just remembered another one as I was about to brush my teeth! -I'm examining a chip in my top front teeth. There is a round section missing where they meet. I run it against my lower lip and cut it. One of my teeth are chipped there from a car accident. Not quite as bad as in my dreams, but i do cut my lip now and then

[The Cusp]

What is smaller than a dream fragment? A dream impression&#33; I had the impression of a girl with dark hair in a magic shop, and that I&#39;d dreamed of something there before (The girl?, the place?). I don&#39;t really remember it, but I can kinda feel it so close... anyways, on with the real dreams. warm Defence</span> -I&#39;m beign chased through my high school by an indestructable psycho killer. I had tried fighting him earlier, but it didnt do any good. The only course of action is to run. I decide to try to hide inside an empty room, but as soon as I get inside I know it was a bad idea. I see the door open as i&#39;m hunched against the far wall. The killer is standing in the doorway, trapping me inside. Just as I think I&#39;m done for, someone runs down the hall, distracting the killer , who take a swing at the passer by. I use that opportunity to rush past the killer, giving him a shoulder check on the way by. I start running, hoping the killer will follow the other guy, but no such luck. He chases after me. -Some of us are running along the riverbank now, still being pursued by the relentless killer. I see a hollow along some of the rocks and duck down in it to take a breather. I consider staying there to hide, hoping he will chase the other, but this is just the kind of spot the killer likes to creep around in. As I&#39;m wondering where the killer has gotten to, I see him on the other side of the river, walking along a ledge on a cliff. I run to warn the others, but also because if the killer attacks again, chances are good he&#39;ll go after one of the others first. I catch up to the others and we look across to the killer, who is now a centaur. He has come to some large painted stone doors in the cliff, that looks like the enterance to a temple. He stands in front of the doors for awhile doing nothing. We realize that is his home, and we wait to see what he will do next. <span style="color:green"> Ugh, must have eaten too much chocolate. Ok, so I was using other people as human sheilds in that dream. Big deal.

[The Cusp]

Tactics Arena I'm playing a computer game, although I'm not aware of an inteface, there is only the game. It's played an a black grid and we move white dots around. I'm not really sure how to play, and I'm learning the ropes by watching my computer opponent, who isnt very good. My opponent attacks me with his dots, and I see smaller dots come out of the main ones attacking. I didn't even know you could attack in this game. Not that I've seen how it's done, I waste little time in wiping my computer opponent's pieces out. All right, that's it. I'm not wasting any more time on those dumb games. Maybe do some cleaning instead. Break and Enter I run into Steele, who was going to break into that house we alwalys break into in my dreams. I think to myself that we've hit that place so many times, there can't anything left worth taking, but decide to join him anyways just for fun. It's like a tradition. We notice a police car up ahead and turn left to avoid them, so as not to be seen in the area. Steele runs ahead of me so it doesn't look like we're together. We pass a stone retaining wall of some guy's front yard, where the owner is waterig his lawn. They guy greets us, and I don't like being seen walking towards the scene of the crime. But still have a ways to go, and it probably won't matter. <span style="color:green">I've broken into that house so many times in my dreams... It's always the same place too. Not always in the same location, and it's layout are not always the same, but I always know it's the same place. [/SIZE]

[Dewitback]

[SIZE=2]actics Arena</span> I'm playing a computer game, although I'm not aware of an inteface, there is only the game. It's played an a black grid and we move white dots around. I'm not really sure how to play, and I'm learning the ropes by watching my computer opponent, who isnt very good. My opponent attacks me with his dots, and I see smaller dots come out of the main ones attacking. I didn't even know you could attack in this game. Not that I've seen how it's done, I waste little time in wiping my computer opponent's pieces out. hey when you dream about game does it feel like almost you are the game but also the spectator/gamer. I hate dreams about computers, they drive me nuts, and they are so annoying to remember. haha you indian dream was funny. I bet what you realy wanted was the weed not the daimonds. ^_-