The following is a dream so absurd... so completely and utterly wild... that I'm not sure the internet is ready for it. I'm posting it anyway. I take no responsibility for the unintended side effects of reading said dream. I haven't edited/corrected this one in any way, I'm posting it as is. Enjoy:
They were preparing a new movie that was going to star Courtney Cox. It was going to be called the great chicken escape or something like that. While I was waiting to learn more I started eating jelly beans. I ate the entire box quickly and held the last one in my hand. It began to crawl around from one side of my hand to the other. As I watched it, it slowly grew longer and longer. I became curious as to what was allowing it to move so I picked it up and looked at the bottom. At first it looked like little extensions of the bean were pushing it around, then I realized there was something inside. That something was a gigantic cockroach. It looked more like a millipead, but I picked up the box and read it and it said that there were cockroaches inside some of the special beans. I dropped it and it landed on the floor. It ran off, and another white bean scurried up. I promptly stepped on it and tracked down the other bean (which had been brown) and stepped on it too.
Suddenly a bunch of chickens began entering the room, and I was quickly subdued by a group of medical staff. I awoke on the street in hospital garb. I was with two other people. We’d all undergone the same operation. We held up our hands to find that they’d been surgically altered to look more like talons, and we’d each had a few more operations to make us look more like chickens. We knew that we had to get back to that room where we started in order to get to the bottom of the situation. We worked our way back to the room somehow, and I could feel that there was something rather mystical going on here.
Everyone I knew (friends, loved ones…) began entering the room and singing and dancing. I felt this was too good to be true. Everyone was entering the room through one door, and there was another down the hall, but I couldn’t quite see what was through it. I began to walk towards this door slowly. The singing and dancing became more boisterous, and I was overcome with the powerful feeling that I wasn’t supposed to see what was through this door… but I also knew it was something that was going to answer a lot of questions for me. I slowly approached the door and looked through. It opened up into a giant space nebula that was glowing intensely. In that moment everything became clear to me.
Whatever was rehearsed in the room I had been in would become a reality in the next room, and everyone I knew was rehearsing my ascent to heaven. They had gathered to stand in for the loved ones I would meet in heaven. This meant that what I was staring at was the afterlife, and it sharply dawned on me that I should not be seeing this.
Reality fragmented and the nebula encapsulated my entire field of vision. I was suddenly sitting on a bed, unable to control my actions for more than a split second at a time. I would try to stand, then the nebula would flash and I would be back on the bed. I would try to look around the room, flash, I would be looking down again. This entire time a wild energy was pulsating through my body. I awoke and contemplated writing down this dream, but I decided to go back to sleep, and it continued.
(Stretch, grab a drink, this is long...)
Fading in to a "dream in a dream" in which I was watching footage from a new Soprano’s movie that was in the works. It was beautifully stylized. Beginning with a slowly panning close up of a man entering a room. The camera followed him from the side, and we could only see his face for a moment before the lens rack-focused and he was completely blurred (this section was in black and white). The camera followed this fuzzy wash of a man as he walked across the room, and another man approached him. As the other man whispered in his ear the shot tightened into crystalline focus for a split second, and I could see the faces of both men.
Then I "awoke" (inside yet another dream) and realized that I’d dreamt about an amazing movie. The plot line from the Courtney Cox movie had now infused with this second movie to become one beautiful screenplay in my mind (can’t remember the title but it had something to do with chickens). As this dream proceeded I was traveling with my friend JL, I wasn’t sure where we were heading or why we were going there.
We stopped at someone’s house along the way and revealed that I’d had a dream about a new Soprano’s movie. There was a father and son at this house, and the son said “actually… I heard they just released information about a soprano’s movie being in the works.” I was shocked that my idea may have not been completely original, or may have been stolen somehow. I told the family that I hadn’t written the dream down yet, but that I usually write the good ones down in a dream blog. Then I proceeded to tell them about another detail of the dream, I think it had to do with Courtney Cox and the chickens. The boy said “That information is true, but there’s no way you could have known about that.”
The father added in indignant disbelief, “Now are you trying to tell me that you’ve just had a dream about multiple things, all of which turned out to be true?” I replied “I wish I would have written about them in my dream blog so you know I wasn’t just making this all up” (dream blog having an effect on the dream itself, strange).
JL and I got back in the car and we arrived at our destination that appeared to be an extremely large military compound. Everything looked futuristic, and there were a lot of people walking around in biohazard suits. As I explored I noticed that one side seemed to resemble a college campus, and the other side was more like a run down war zone, I was warned to never go onto this side after dark. JL and I were suddenly up in an apartment, which he said we were renting. We were living with a 3rd person, but for some reason there was only one large room with 5 beds along the wall. It was lavishly decorated and I was excited about living here, but when I looked out the window I realized JL had found us a place in the war torn area. I voiced my concern and he said. “No worries man, as long as you don’t walk around at night you’ll be fine.”
I suddenly found myself back out on the street again, and it struck me that this whole setting looked like it could be the set for the Soprano’s movie I’d dreamt of. I wandered into a large warehouse and as soon as I entered some kind of proximity alarm went off and the place locked down, I realized this as a trap of some kind, and I’d end up dead if I couldn’t escape. I slammed my shoulder against the door that had closed behind me and oddly enough I broke through easily even though it was made of steel.
I now approached a few older guys hitting tennis balls behind a building (which I believe was the house in which I grew up). As I walked up they handed me a racket. Evidently one of the guys was a legendary tennis coach. He hit the ball of the wall and I hit it back to him. The other guy looked at the coach, dumbfounded, and said “this guy could be better than Mcenroe.” I continued to play this strange kind of tennis off the wall with this coach as he explained that I seemed to have an amazing amount of talent, and he would like to train me to enter into a large tournament coming up.
Some rough looking mobster types walked in between the wall and us, and rather than stopping, I hit the ball lightly such that it landed on the head mobsters shoulder. The ball turned into a hamster and crawled down his sleeve into his hand. Everyone was delighted at this. The mob wanted me to join their ranks, and the tennis coach was certain I was world champion material. I let them know that it was time for me to start walking back to my apartment. The mob boss said “you’re cutting it close if you want to walk home at this time of night. Anyone who enters that area is likely to become a ghost.”
I knew I had to leave now, I walked out to the street and there were college students hustling everywhere. Mixed in with them were Mafia thugs, and there were a few gun toting slasher Hooligans sitting just over the border of the war-torn zone. I was now fully immersed in the world of the Soprano’s movie I had dreamt. A girl walked by carrying books, I stopped her and asked “what’s the best way to sneak through the forbidden zone?” As soon as the words escaped my lips she began briskly walking away again, wanting nothing to do with me, and rightfully so. Two Hooligans had been listening in, and they began to push me around.
“So you wanna take a little walk over to our side do ya? I think we can help… escort you.” with this he drew a line across the ground with his assault rifle, smiling and feigning courtesy. “Oh, I see. We’d almost forgotten about your friend, lets take her too,” with this he pointed his rifle at the girl whom I’d asked for directions, who was still walking briskly away.
I snapped into action, kicked the rifle out of his hands, and decked him one square in the jaw. This fight dragged on ridiculously long. I was continuously disarming them or just barely avoiding gunfire. I would knock them both out, then after a few seconds they would spring back up as though completely un-phased. In the end of the dream I had to hold one guy in front of me as a shield to prevent the other from shooting me. He kept shooting until he ran out of ammunition, at which time I lunged forward and knocked him out for good.
Note: What I wrote about in a side note a few weeks ago has become a more prevalent issue. That is, the impact of my dream blog on the dreams themselves. Nifty…
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Mr. Sparkles the Dolphin
This dream from the archive was rather unremarkable, except for the ending... which is solid gold:
...I couldn’t find the right nozzle, eventually she walked over and pushed a button that turned off a hand-drying fan that had been blowing, and evidently this took care of everything. As we were leaving we walked past her father and they exchanged words. As we walked down the hall she excitedly said “We’re going to see Mr. Sparkles the Dolphin, he’ll drink water with my kitty kat!” at which time I became so excited that I made a really high pitched squeaking sound. I actually surprised myself with the sound I’d made, and attempted to reproduce it. She seemed rather amused and tried to reproduce it as well, neither of us could get it right.
...I couldn’t find the right nozzle, eventually she walked over and pushed a button that turned off a hand-drying fan that had been blowing, and evidently this took care of everything. As we were leaving we walked past her father and they exchanged words. As we walked down the hall she excitedly said “We’re going to see Mr. Sparkles the Dolphin, he’ll drink water with my kitty kat!” at which time I became so excited that I made a really high pitched squeaking sound. I actually surprised myself with the sound I’d made, and attempted to reproduce it. She seemed rather amused and tried to reproduce it as well, neither of us could get it right.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Alaskan Lightning
From the Archive:
I was in Alaska on a shopping trip at a local supermarket. I was buying lots of foodstuffs, and I decided to wander through the computer game section for a while. There were a lot of booths set up and people were gaming inside them. I got so caught up that I forgot where I’d placed my shopping cart. I walked outside and the clouds were absolutely huge and beautiful, for some reason I felt I should be following the rain I could see in the distance.
An electric field began sweeping across the ground towards me; I knew that this was where a lighting bolt was about to strike. Wherever it passed objects were lifted slightly off the ground and dropped again. It was suddenly on top of me and I could feel my hair stand up. Suddenly lighting struck and my entire body was rapt with a powerful electric current. This was an extremely intense feeling, much like I was having a seizure, though completely conscious at the same time. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't allow this incident to permanently damage me in any way (I was really worried about the speech center of my brain being damaged). I pulled myself back onto my feet and said a few words, everything seemed to be working properly.
I ended up trying to drive back to wherever it was I was staying. There was a stop sign up ahead and I pulled into it much more quickly than I’d anticipated. I tried to slam on the breaks but my car ended up bumping into the car ahead of me. From here this small bump propagated out into a huge accident. Every moment I thought I’d rationalized the scope of what had happened, I’d realize there were more people involved. My car ended up sliding over an embankment. I got out and walked back to the accident to check if everyone was ok. There was a woman there who’d received minor damage to her vehicle, and she didn’t want me to worry about it.
When I got back in my car and began driving again I noticed that there was an active call on my phone, it was my father and it had been active for hours. I explained the accident, and he was quite nonplussed. The end of the dream found me in a bathtub, Cuba Gooding Jr. was in the room giving an emotional speech about how what I’d done was the right thing.
I was in Alaska on a shopping trip at a local supermarket. I was buying lots of foodstuffs, and I decided to wander through the computer game section for a while. There were a lot of booths set up and people were gaming inside them. I got so caught up that I forgot where I’d placed my shopping cart. I walked outside and the clouds were absolutely huge and beautiful, for some reason I felt I should be following the rain I could see in the distance.
An electric field began sweeping across the ground towards me; I knew that this was where a lighting bolt was about to strike. Wherever it passed objects were lifted slightly off the ground and dropped again. It was suddenly on top of me and I could feel my hair stand up. Suddenly lighting struck and my entire body was rapt with a powerful electric current. This was an extremely intense feeling, much like I was having a seizure, though completely conscious at the same time. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't allow this incident to permanently damage me in any way (I was really worried about the speech center of my brain being damaged). I pulled myself back onto my feet and said a few words, everything seemed to be working properly.
I ended up trying to drive back to wherever it was I was staying. There was a stop sign up ahead and I pulled into it much more quickly than I’d anticipated. I tried to slam on the breaks but my car ended up bumping into the car ahead of me. From here this small bump propagated out into a huge accident. Every moment I thought I’d rationalized the scope of what had happened, I’d realize there were more people involved. My car ended up sliding over an embankment. I got out and walked back to the accident to check if everyone was ok. There was a woman there who’d received minor damage to her vehicle, and she didn’t want me to worry about it.
When I got back in my car and began driving again I noticed that there was an active call on my phone, it was my father and it had been active for hours. I explained the accident, and he was quite nonplussed. The end of the dream found me in a bathtub, Cuba Gooding Jr. was in the room giving an emotional speech about how what I’d done was the right thing.
The Swamp Creature
From the archive:
I was riding on a school bus and we came to a rocky pass. To say it was rocky is an understatement; we were running over gigantic tree trunks and logs. My view of everything zoomed out a bit and I could see the bus jumping into the air and bouncing from log to log. Eventually it became too rough and the bus flipped over the edge and rolled into a lake. I escaped before the bus submerged completely, but I lost my guitar and backpack. My backpack had been filled to the brim with everything I needed for a trip. I was with a bunch of youngsters (as though I had been leading a field trip), and we had to tread water for a while. I let them know that I was going to dive for my backpack and guitar.
A boat came around eventually and brought us all up to the dock at my house in LD. The water seemed much deeper and murkier than usual, much more swampy. I was scheming of ways to allow myself to breathe underwater (to search for my bag and guitar) and I found a few things that didn’t quite work. I walked up to the house and noticed that new people had moved in. They put some sort of fancy locking mechanism on the back shed and emptied it out. I eventually found a large hollowed out set of metallic tubes and decided I’d use them like straws to breathe through. I looked through one end and noticed a spider had made a home in the other end; I shook the tube vigorously till it fell out.
As I grew close to the water once again someone yelled “RUN! THE SWAMP CREATURE IS COMING!” It was coming from up by my house, so I bolted for the shore and saw that two of the boys were still in the water. I jumped in and we all noticed a set of colorful floating cardboard buoys, I could see that they were hollow on the inside. We swam to the buoys, climbed under them, and waited. The swamp creature was on us in seconds, it was like a two-ton dog with a gigantic face and teeth like an oversized alligator. Our cardboard shelter shattered and I told the boys to go as quickly as they could out the backside. The swamp creature launched itself onto my back; I tried furiously to beat at it with my breathing pipes. At this point I became slightly lucid, and I began to float upward into the sky with the swamp thing on top of me. I was planning on lifting it up a ways and dropping it, or something of that nature.
I was riding on a school bus and we came to a rocky pass. To say it was rocky is an understatement; we were running over gigantic tree trunks and logs. My view of everything zoomed out a bit and I could see the bus jumping into the air and bouncing from log to log. Eventually it became too rough and the bus flipped over the edge and rolled into a lake. I escaped before the bus submerged completely, but I lost my guitar and backpack. My backpack had been filled to the brim with everything I needed for a trip. I was with a bunch of youngsters (as though I had been leading a field trip), and we had to tread water for a while. I let them know that I was going to dive for my backpack and guitar.
A boat came around eventually and brought us all up to the dock at my house in LD. The water seemed much deeper and murkier than usual, much more swampy. I was scheming of ways to allow myself to breathe underwater (to search for my bag and guitar) and I found a few things that didn’t quite work. I walked up to the house and noticed that new people had moved in. They put some sort of fancy locking mechanism on the back shed and emptied it out. I eventually found a large hollowed out set of metallic tubes and decided I’d use them like straws to breathe through. I looked through one end and noticed a spider had made a home in the other end; I shook the tube vigorously till it fell out.
As I grew close to the water once again someone yelled “RUN! THE SWAMP CREATURE IS COMING!” It was coming from up by my house, so I bolted for the shore and saw that two of the boys were still in the water. I jumped in and we all noticed a set of colorful floating cardboard buoys, I could see that they were hollow on the inside. We swam to the buoys, climbed under them, and waited. The swamp creature was on us in seconds, it was like a two-ton dog with a gigantic face and teeth like an oversized alligator. Our cardboard shelter shattered and I told the boys to go as quickly as they could out the backside. The swamp creature launched itself onto my back; I tried furiously to beat at it with my breathing pipes. At this point I became slightly lucid, and I began to float upward into the sky with the swamp thing on top of me. I was planning on lifting it up a ways and dropping it, or something of that nature.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Pong and False Awakenings
From the archive:
I had a number of constant false awakenings. A whole slew of dreams occurred before the hour of 8am. The general feeling was much like that of the Movie “Waking Life” (which is a great movie that I highly recommend seeing more than once). Like the protagonist in Waking Life, I was faced with the question of whether this was all one extended dream, or was it possible that I had died. Dreams kept coming in endless waves, and I was confronted with figures that had me questioning all sorts of things.
At one point I awoke in my bed and MB was in my computer chair. He said “ssssup Rob.” And I replied “duuude, I just had the craziest dreams.” He didn’t really seem to care about what I had to say, he moved his way over to my digital clock (which was actually the model I had a couple years ago). He said “hey, want to see something cool?” and he started fiddling with the dials. Evidently he knew how to throw it into some sort of master reset mode. It made a few beeps and then a bunch of small words started lighting up. He commented that he wasn’t sure I had the right version because the display seemed to be missing a word. After a few seconds the screen lit up in what looked like the Atari splash screen. He scrolled down till he found a pong-like game and started playing. I realized that I was dreaming and rolled over the other way in an attempt to wake up.
I suddenly had my phone against my ear and SR was on the other end. He gave me the usual “What’s up!?” We had quite a long conversation in which I told him all about how I’d had this ridiculously long dream that I couldn’t wake up from. Eventually I realized that I was probably still dreaming, I started trying to test this out, but I couldn’t establish this fact for a while. Eventually I started having trouble talking and I realized I was indeed dreaming.
At one point later in this dream I was with a group and we were fighting for one god against another god. The evil god’s name started with a P, and the good god’s started with a D, something like Daedalus.
Note: The fact that I can’t remember more about this dream confirms that I really do lose a large amount of detail if I fail to write things down immediately.
I had a number of constant false awakenings. A whole slew of dreams occurred before the hour of 8am. The general feeling was much like that of the Movie “Waking Life” (which is a great movie that I highly recommend seeing more than once). Like the protagonist in Waking Life, I was faced with the question of whether this was all one extended dream, or was it possible that I had died. Dreams kept coming in endless waves, and I was confronted with figures that had me questioning all sorts of things.
At one point I awoke in my bed and MB was in my computer chair. He said “ssssup Rob.” And I replied “duuude, I just had the craziest dreams.” He didn’t really seem to care about what I had to say, he moved his way over to my digital clock (which was actually the model I had a couple years ago). He said “hey, want to see something cool?” and he started fiddling with the dials. Evidently he knew how to throw it into some sort of master reset mode. It made a few beeps and then a bunch of small words started lighting up. He commented that he wasn’t sure I had the right version because the display seemed to be missing a word. After a few seconds the screen lit up in what looked like the Atari splash screen. He scrolled down till he found a pong-like game and started playing. I realized that I was dreaming and rolled over the other way in an attempt to wake up.
I suddenly had my phone against my ear and SR was on the other end. He gave me the usual “What’s up!?” We had quite a long conversation in which I told him all about how I’d had this ridiculously long dream that I couldn’t wake up from. Eventually I realized that I was probably still dreaming, I started trying to test this out, but I couldn’t establish this fact for a while. Eventually I started having trouble talking and I realized I was indeed dreaming.
At one point later in this dream I was with a group and we were fighting for one god against another god. The evil god’s name started with a P, and the good god’s started with a D, something like Daedalus.
Note: The fact that I can’t remember more about this dream confirms that I really do lose a large amount of detail if I fail to write things down immediately.
Massages and Airplanes
#101 from the archive:
I was with a large group of people getting ready to leave in an airport. Everyone wanted to get deep tissue massages while we waited. We stopped by a booth and the first person laid down on the massage table, a woman walked up and blew some hookah smoke towards his face. I walked around for a bit while waiting for my turn. My little cousin J was with me and I was in charge of looking after her. This representation of J was extremely nice and generally quite mature. When it was finally my turn for a massage I got the feeling that the masseuses were playing a joke on me in front of my friends. They took strawberries and rubbed them on my face, then stuck some up my nostrils and took pictures. Someone said something about how I shouldn’t play along, and I replied that I wasn’t sure how their culture worked, and I didn’t really mind playing along, it looked like everyone was having fun.
The final boarding call for my plane was announced and I realized I was quite late. I rushed onboard the plane, which had an absolutely huge interior much like a gigantic warehouse, there were a few seats scattered here and there. I realized J wasn’t with me. I screamed her name and tried to run back to find her, but the plane left the terminal as soon as I was onboard. I turned back towards the front to find J standing there. I ran up and hugged her and told her that we couldn’t separate again. When the plane took off it pulled up 90 degrees into a completely vertical ascent, just barely missing the side of a building.
I was with a large group of people getting ready to leave in an airport. Everyone wanted to get deep tissue massages while we waited. We stopped by a booth and the first person laid down on the massage table, a woman walked up and blew some hookah smoke towards his face. I walked around for a bit while waiting for my turn. My little cousin J was with me and I was in charge of looking after her. This representation of J was extremely nice and generally quite mature. When it was finally my turn for a massage I got the feeling that the masseuses were playing a joke on me in front of my friends. They took strawberries and rubbed them on my face, then stuck some up my nostrils and took pictures. Someone said something about how I shouldn’t play along, and I replied that I wasn’t sure how their culture worked, and I didn’t really mind playing along, it looked like everyone was having fun.
The final boarding call for my plane was announced and I realized I was quite late. I rushed onboard the plane, which had an absolutely huge interior much like a gigantic warehouse, there were a few seats scattered here and there. I realized J wasn’t with me. I screamed her name and tried to run back to find her, but the plane left the terminal as soon as I was onboard. I turned back towards the front to find J standing there. I ran up and hugged her and told her that we couldn’t separate again. When the plane took off it pulled up 90 degrees into a completely vertical ascent, just barely missing the side of a building.
Time Travel Adventure
Here's dream 100 from the archive, I didn't remember many details, but the concept was interesting:
I was in some sort of intense adventure that involved time travel and a virus (yes, much like heroes). A girl I was dating in the dream was dying from the virus, and I believed I had an early stage of it. The time travel part of it was trippy, because the dream ended where it began. By this I mean that there’d been a large-scale event that initially kicked the dream off. I realized that we’d traveled back in time and were now arriving at that same event, except this time we’d be right at the epicenter and most likely killed, and at this exact moment our past selves would just be arriving and beginning the dream. This made me think about the inevitability of events after I awoke.
I was in some sort of intense adventure that involved time travel and a virus (yes, much like heroes). A girl I was dating in the dream was dying from the virus, and I believed I had an early stage of it. The time travel part of it was trippy, because the dream ended where it began. By this I mean that there’d been a large-scale event that initially kicked the dream off. I realized that we’d traveled back in time and were now arriving at that same event, except this time we’d be right at the epicenter and most likely killed, and at this exact moment our past selves would just be arriving and beginning the dream. This made me think about the inevitability of events after I awoke.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Twenty-Five Pounds of old Golden Flesh
Another from the archive, this one was quite vivid and I recalled quite a few details. The ending was... well... just read it:
I was auditioning for a vocal part in a college choral group. I’d been talked into it by my friends and I decided to try out at the last minute. One of my friends was going before me and doing a terrible job, but at least the two of them had brought sheet music for the accompanist/judge to read for piano. I decided to use the song I’d used for concert choir. It was swing low sweet chariot, a jazz version, I was going to sing it sans piano. I started to hum the tune to get it cued up in my head. As I hummed the judge began to hum with me, even though she was in the middle of my friends audition. At first I’d thought my friend picked the same song, then I realized what was happening. The judge looked me in the eyes and gave a smile. If I remember correctly she was an older amiable black woman, much like my Tai-Chi instructor. We began to talk about the song and how we each knew it. She was really impressed with my performance background. She told me that I was all set, and that I should wait outside (even though I hadn’t sung for her). I was moving to wait in the other room but then my other firend entered the room and began asking me questions and practicing, and the vibe felt like I should wait in this room now. My friend who was currently auditioning was completely bombing and looking really nervous. After his audition completed he pleaded “How was that? Do you want me to sing it again for you? Do you think I’ll get a spot for sure?”
Both friends were so invested in this group, both really wanted a spot. A new pianist/judge walked into the room and took over. My other friend auditioned and bombed and pleaded. As the pianist wrapped things up I was trying to elaborate about how I felt about performing, but the more I talked the more everyone seemed confused. At one point I said something about the “performance world.” And the judge furrowed her brow and mouthed “performance world?”
Just to be sure I had everything straight I asked the judge “so you’re sure I’m all set? The other instructor said I was good to go, but I’d be more than happy to sing for you.”
She cast a stern look, as if to say I shouldn’t be saying this sort of thing while my friends were still around. Then she began to talk to me on a more personal level. By the way, she was attractive. As she packed up her bag she said, “walk out with me.”
As we walked she ranted, “3 days of non stop auditioning, it’ll really wear a person down. Then someone like you comes along and doesn’t even need to sing, it’s such a godsend… keep walking with me.”
We’d already walked a little ways, and I was starting to see people I recognized. Among them were JU and BC. Everyone was going to some sort of meeting. The judge took a few steps down a small flight of stairs, turned, and said with a smile, “we’re here… go in”
I walked through a set of double doors and entered a large auditorium; people were mostly flocking through another set of doors just past the lectern. As we walked people started picking up wooden sticks, about the size you’d use to play swords as a child. I realized that everything was being filmed, and this was all part of a new James Bond movie. I was really happy that a lot of my friends got a part in the new movie, but surprised at the same time. One of the people who looked as if they were in charge began to fight the person next to them in a very passive/theatrical way. They were clanking sticks more as a game than an actual fight. This triggered everyone else to begin fighting. We continued to walk until we filled around a central fire pit. We all lit our sticks on fire and continued fighting. Everyone subtly beckoned me to push forward and fight the leaders. As I worked my way forward the clanking got more intense. I finally found myself fighting between two elders, and at that point (I believe It was…) the woman who’d told me to follow shouted and everyone stopped. She placed her stick in the glowing embers in front of her and we all followed suit. My stick lit ablaze almost instantly. Everyone took a seat and the meeting began.
I realized this was some sort of secret society. At some point it was disclosed that this was the priory of scion. The beginning of the meeting is a bit blurry in my mind, but there was some general discussion going on. The second phase was one in which people were called on to say things in front of the group. If you were bringing in a new member, or knew the new member, you’d have to tell them something in front of the group that you normally wouldn’t say to their face (or at least make something public). If you had no connection to the new person you had to say something to a group member. One of the elders of the group was called on, and he addressed me, he stood up and shouted “goofy looking 6’1’’ tall guy, SIT DOWN!”
I was confused, as I was already sitting. Someone next to me leaned in and whispered “I can’t believe you were acknowledged on your first day.” I guess the ‘sit down’ part meant something like ‘join our group,’ JU was called on and he said “Rob, I’m going to have something to say to you after the meeting, it’s not something you’re going to want to hear. We’re going to have a rough patch, but I think we’ll get through it.”
I was completely taken aback by this, my mind immediately went to a large project we’re working on together, I was almost certain he was going to kick me off the team. My mind began reeling on what I was going to say, the future of the project, and all the work I’d put in thus far.
The final phase of the meeting involved giving out direct orders to individual members of the group. My buddy MW, was called to move to a certain area. I recognized this as a command to move his Everquest (online videogame) character to a certain zone. A few other orders were given out and everyone disseminated.
I began looking for JU to hear whatever it was he was going to tell me. I had to wind my way back out to the auditorium, and I spotted him on the far side. There were children playing here (even though it was 2:00 in the morning?). I approached John and he asked me to take a seat with him. He walked up past a couple of children who were sitting at the end of a row. They were both girls. As I passed I smiled, the atmosphere here was very light and playful. The blond girl on the end looked up at me, her eyes glowed incandescent blue. She said “Hi Rob!” I was taken aback, and she proceeded to ask “How do you know me?”
I thought for a moment and replied “Well... I’m a friend of JU’s, and I’m guessing he must be a friend of your parents.”
The girls mother walked over, it was one of the leaders of the group. The little girl smiled and said, “I knew it mommy! I was right!”
Her mother knelt down in front of her and replied “You’re getting so much smarter every day, I’m so proud of you.” At this point I was in the row behind the children, still following JU, preparing to sit next to him. The little girl’s mother suddenly took on a completely different aura, she looked at her child lovingly and said in a very melodic but serious tone, “Twenty-Five pounds of old golden flesh, that’s all I’ve ever loved or will love.” She then shifter her gaze upwards, looked me directly in the eye and repeated with the exact same phrasing, “Twenty-Five pounds of old golden flesh, that’s all I’ve ever loved or will love.”
And I awoke.
I was auditioning for a vocal part in a college choral group. I’d been talked into it by my friends and I decided to try out at the last minute. One of my friends was going before me and doing a terrible job, but at least the two of them had brought sheet music for the accompanist/judge to read for piano. I decided to use the song I’d used for concert choir. It was swing low sweet chariot, a jazz version, I was going to sing it sans piano. I started to hum the tune to get it cued up in my head. As I hummed the judge began to hum with me, even though she was in the middle of my friends audition. At first I’d thought my friend picked the same song, then I realized what was happening. The judge looked me in the eyes and gave a smile. If I remember correctly she was an older amiable black woman, much like my Tai-Chi instructor. We began to talk about the song and how we each knew it. She was really impressed with my performance background. She told me that I was all set, and that I should wait outside (even though I hadn’t sung for her). I was moving to wait in the other room but then my other firend entered the room and began asking me questions and practicing, and the vibe felt like I should wait in this room now. My friend who was currently auditioning was completely bombing and looking really nervous. After his audition completed he pleaded “How was that? Do you want me to sing it again for you? Do you think I’ll get a spot for sure?”
Both friends were so invested in this group, both really wanted a spot. A new pianist/judge walked into the room and took over. My other friend auditioned and bombed and pleaded. As the pianist wrapped things up I was trying to elaborate about how I felt about performing, but the more I talked the more everyone seemed confused. At one point I said something about the “performance world.” And the judge furrowed her brow and mouthed “performance world?”
Just to be sure I had everything straight I asked the judge “so you’re sure I’m all set? The other instructor said I was good to go, but I’d be more than happy to sing for you.”
She cast a stern look, as if to say I shouldn’t be saying this sort of thing while my friends were still around. Then she began to talk to me on a more personal level. By the way, she was attractive. As she packed up her bag she said, “walk out with me.”
As we walked she ranted, “3 days of non stop auditioning, it’ll really wear a person down. Then someone like you comes along and doesn’t even need to sing, it’s such a godsend… keep walking with me.”
We’d already walked a little ways, and I was starting to see people I recognized. Among them were JU and BC. Everyone was going to some sort of meeting. The judge took a few steps down a small flight of stairs, turned, and said with a smile, “we’re here… go in”
I walked through a set of double doors and entered a large auditorium; people were mostly flocking through another set of doors just past the lectern. As we walked people started picking up wooden sticks, about the size you’d use to play swords as a child. I realized that everything was being filmed, and this was all part of a new James Bond movie. I was really happy that a lot of my friends got a part in the new movie, but surprised at the same time. One of the people who looked as if they were in charge began to fight the person next to them in a very passive/theatrical way. They were clanking sticks more as a game than an actual fight. This triggered everyone else to begin fighting. We continued to walk until we filled around a central fire pit. We all lit our sticks on fire and continued fighting. Everyone subtly beckoned me to push forward and fight the leaders. As I worked my way forward the clanking got more intense. I finally found myself fighting between two elders, and at that point (I believe It was…) the woman who’d told me to follow shouted and everyone stopped. She placed her stick in the glowing embers in front of her and we all followed suit. My stick lit ablaze almost instantly. Everyone took a seat and the meeting began.
I realized this was some sort of secret society. At some point it was disclosed that this was the priory of scion. The beginning of the meeting is a bit blurry in my mind, but there was some general discussion going on. The second phase was one in which people were called on to say things in front of the group. If you were bringing in a new member, or knew the new member, you’d have to tell them something in front of the group that you normally wouldn’t say to their face (or at least make something public). If you had no connection to the new person you had to say something to a group member. One of the elders of the group was called on, and he addressed me, he stood up and shouted “goofy looking 6’1’’ tall guy, SIT DOWN!”
I was confused, as I was already sitting. Someone next to me leaned in and whispered “I can’t believe you were acknowledged on your first day.” I guess the ‘sit down’ part meant something like ‘join our group,’ JU was called on and he said “Rob, I’m going to have something to say to you after the meeting, it’s not something you’re going to want to hear. We’re going to have a rough patch, but I think we’ll get through it.”
I was completely taken aback by this, my mind immediately went to a large project we’re working on together, I was almost certain he was going to kick me off the team. My mind began reeling on what I was going to say, the future of the project, and all the work I’d put in thus far.
The final phase of the meeting involved giving out direct orders to individual members of the group. My buddy MW, was called to move to a certain area. I recognized this as a command to move his Everquest (online videogame) character to a certain zone. A few other orders were given out and everyone disseminated.
I began looking for JU to hear whatever it was he was going to tell me. I had to wind my way back out to the auditorium, and I spotted him on the far side. There were children playing here (even though it was 2:00 in the morning?). I approached John and he asked me to take a seat with him. He walked up past a couple of children who were sitting at the end of a row. They were both girls. As I passed I smiled, the atmosphere here was very light and playful. The blond girl on the end looked up at me, her eyes glowed incandescent blue. She said “Hi Rob!” I was taken aback, and she proceeded to ask “How do you know me?”
I thought for a moment and replied “Well... I’m a friend of JU’s, and I’m guessing he must be a friend of your parents.”
The girls mother walked over, it was one of the leaders of the group. The little girl smiled and said, “I knew it mommy! I was right!”
Her mother knelt down in front of her and replied “You’re getting so much smarter every day, I’m so proud of you.” At this point I was in the row behind the children, still following JU, preparing to sit next to him. The little girl’s mother suddenly took on a completely different aura, she looked at her child lovingly and said in a very melodic but serious tone, “Twenty-Five pounds of old golden flesh, that’s all I’ve ever loved or will love.” She then shifter her gaze upwards, looked me directly in the eye and repeated with the exact same phrasing, “Twenty-Five pounds of old golden flesh, that’s all I’ve ever loved or will love.”
And I awoke.
Hairballs
Here's a snippet from the end of a dream from the Archive, your guess is as good as mine:
...When I walked upstairs my mom said, “she was talking about kissing Peter,” implying that a phone conversation had been involved, but it turned out that this girl was calling my cat peter, and kissing my cat. The dream ended after I coughed up a giant hairball.
...When I walked upstairs my mom said, “she was talking about kissing Peter,” implying that a phone conversation had been involved, but it turned out that this girl was calling my cat peter, and kissing my cat. The dream ended after I coughed up a giant hairball.
The Exam
From the Archive:
Dr. KF was giving the class a final examination. It seemed to be an emergency preparedness drill for the Nazi invasion of Germany. She was going to walk down the street, and we were each assigned a few blocks that we could hide in. We were also given cap guns. If she found us we lost 5 points (out of 40). If she found us but we were able to surprise her by shooting at her with the cap gun, then we only lost 3 points. I would find a really good hiding spot, then I’d lose track of whether or not she’d passed already. I’d get up from my spot and sneak over to the road to check. I couldn’t remember what she’d been wearing, and almost every other woman seemed to look and sound exactly like her. I found a nice spot underneath a dining table and made sure the people sitting there were cool with me hiding. This time when I got up to check she was coming down the block, I had to sprint back to the spot. Someone was already there and they beckoned me in, it looked like AB. I got in and waited. Eventually Dr. K poked her head under the table and looked around for a second, I wasn’t sure if she saw me but I pulled the cap gun and fired. She was extremely surprised and jumped back away from the table. Afterwards she said “I always feel bad about taking down someone’s grade, and that really was an amazing surprise, I’m only going to dock you 2 points.”
Dr. KF was giving the class a final examination. It seemed to be an emergency preparedness drill for the Nazi invasion of Germany. She was going to walk down the street, and we were each assigned a few blocks that we could hide in. We were also given cap guns. If she found us we lost 5 points (out of 40). If she found us but we were able to surprise her by shooting at her with the cap gun, then we only lost 3 points. I would find a really good hiding spot, then I’d lose track of whether or not she’d passed already. I’d get up from my spot and sneak over to the road to check. I couldn’t remember what she’d been wearing, and almost every other woman seemed to look and sound exactly like her. I found a nice spot underneath a dining table and made sure the people sitting there were cool with me hiding. This time when I got up to check she was coming down the block, I had to sprint back to the spot. Someone was already there and they beckoned me in, it looked like AB. I got in and waited. Eventually Dr. K poked her head under the table and looked around for a second, I wasn’t sure if she saw me but I pulled the cap gun and fired. She was extremely surprised and jumped back away from the table. Afterwards she said “I always feel bad about taking down someone’s grade, and that really was an amazing surprise, I’m only going to dock you 2 points.”
Tasty Ceramics
From the Archive:
…I caught up with JW and a bunch of guys. For a while everyone moved to the UGLI except it was like a futuristic computer space station or something. I was supposed to help JW and the gang do some research, they were at a computer opposite mine (the backs were facing one another). I was having a ridiculously hard time getting the browser to work for me, JW sent me a few instant messages asking when I’d have the info ready. I eventually sent him a message that told him what it was he should google. Someone mentioned “damn, I’d never work here, it’s always way too crowded.” It was around closing time, everyone was powering down their stations, and some of the people who worked there were ushering ppl out. Eventually I was hanging out with JW and the gang. I’d joined them outside of a girls room I accidentally slept in (earlier in the dream). They went ahead and I stayed back looking for my shoes. I had to cross an ice river on a small inflatable raft. It was crazy, at times the current would be extremely fast and filled with large ice chunks. Other times it would be much more calm, I waited till it calmed down a bit and jumped in. I paddled all the way across and had some trouble getting up the opposite shore. @ the end of the dream JW and I were hanging out in an apartment. We were grilling up some ceramics, they were going to be a nice sugary snack. We just found ceramic objects around the apartment and threw them on the frying pan. A ceramic dog, a ceramic clock, etc… We were going to soften them up and eat them. JW said I should call my mom and let her know what’s up, he handed me his phone.
…I caught up with JW and a bunch of guys. For a while everyone moved to the UGLI except it was like a futuristic computer space station or something. I was supposed to help JW and the gang do some research, they were at a computer opposite mine (the backs were facing one another). I was having a ridiculously hard time getting the browser to work for me, JW sent me a few instant messages asking when I’d have the info ready. I eventually sent him a message that told him what it was he should google. Someone mentioned “damn, I’d never work here, it’s always way too crowded.” It was around closing time, everyone was powering down their stations, and some of the people who worked there were ushering ppl out. Eventually I was hanging out with JW and the gang. I’d joined them outside of a girls room I accidentally slept in (earlier in the dream). They went ahead and I stayed back looking for my shoes. I had to cross an ice river on a small inflatable raft. It was crazy, at times the current would be extremely fast and filled with large ice chunks. Other times it would be much more calm, I waited till it calmed down a bit and jumped in. I paddled all the way across and had some trouble getting up the opposite shore. @ the end of the dream JW and I were hanging out in an apartment. We were grilling up some ceramics, they were going to be a nice sugary snack. We just found ceramic objects around the apartment and threw them on the frying pan. A ceramic dog, a ceramic clock, etc… We were going to soften them up and eat them. JW said I should call my mom and let her know what’s up, he handed me his phone.
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