Dream: Russian shoot out

I worked with a group who had to capture three individuals. A young, beautiful woman (I think we were all Russian. A lot of the dream was in English, but sometimes we lapsed into Russian. Sometimes there were subtitles) and her husband and another, I think. I don’t remember what he was.

I think there were many of our group, but only three of importance: myself, my brother and my long time partner in the group. We were romantically involved too, and I thought of him as my husband, so maybe we were married.

At any rate, the blonde woman we kidnapped slept a lot, and I covered her with this blanket. One side was smooth silky satin blue, the other was a plain white sort of comforter. We were keeping them in a room that looked like a hotel, but wasn’t quite one.

The woman’s lover/husband and I somehow began to be romantic throughout the course of the dream, and sometimes after I’d cover up the woman with the blanket, I cried, hidden behind the blanket. The others of our group (I think I was the only female) decided (in Russian, I remember thinking that I didn’t understand and wished subtitles would be used) that we had to get our hostages away from where we were because the enemy was closing in. The enemy wore this green, small pattern camouflage. We (the group members, myself and my brother, but not my partner) retrieved many guns from the trunk of the car. My brother was holding three, one that was somewhat like an AK, some other one, and one that looked like a single barrel pump action shotgun whose end had melted from so much use or something. That was the one I chose.

We were bringing the hostages through a wooded area, but it was fall, the ground was littered with leaves, and then the shots started coming. We were tucked into a corner, against walls on two sides, and I pressed against this large orangy sort of rock, my melted shotgun in hand. I knew it was going to hurt when I fired it because I wasn’t particularly good with guns, particularly not shotguns. The hostages… I know they were behind us, but I wasn’t sure if they were tied or just standing up or what. It wasn’t much of a concern at this point. I caught a glimpse of the camo (green in a fall environment, not very useful) and my brother moved to the side of the rock away from the shots, but if someone approached from the front, he would be easily seen.

I watched the shots come, heard them and felt them hitting the rock, and then I raised up to fire but hit only trees. I think I had a slugs rather than scatter shot, but the recoil kicked me back pretty strongly. After a few moments of silence, I could hear footsteps, so I aimed, rose up, and felt my heart collapse as I was staring into the face of my husband/partner as he lifted his weapon to kill me. I pulled the trigger and hit him in the left shoulder, leaving a big hole but not at all a fatal one unless he was to bleed to death.

I felt my brother jerk, hit, skittering behind me. I aimed for my beloved’s chest, hitting him right in the middle, and there seemed to be a white light behind his sternum, but it still wasn’t fatal. My brother started to pull me backwards.

Time slowed down. I took aim again, working for between my partner’s eyes when I heard “there were no survivors.” I realized the hostages were all dead already, and as I aimed, I watched him fire. Multiple bullets tore through my body. I could see a yellow cross aiming up my shot, and I stared at his face, somehow happy that we were going together, as we’d always promised we would, and I fired. I watched him fall backwards, and laid there in my dead brother’s arms, dying myself from bullets that had gone through us both.

Then I was looking upon the scene from above, and my view was obscured by hundreds of golden maple leaves still clinging to their branches.

Dream: Windmills and fog, waters and cold

I was sitting on a porch—it might have even been my own, but I was sitting with a girl I knew in middle school, who was somehow merged into my cousin as well. She and these boys we were with were smoking, and then I noticed the gigantic white windmills—the ones in Mackinac City, except there were three of them. They make me nervous, because they’re so huge and they spin so fast.

And then one of the tops, with the blades and everything, flew off, right at us. I watched it tumble through the air, and then it bounced in the street right in front of us and tumbled toward us. I ducked, but it went over me, slamming into the house behind us. I think the boys we were with were killed or otherwise disposed of, and I looked up at the windmills but found that I could barely see them anymore. There was a sudden fog that rolled in far too quickly, and me, being the person I am, knew it was because “Silent Hill was coming.”

Using game logic, I decided that we had to find the ladder up to the windmills and somehow disable them from turning, because when they were came loose, they were acting like propellers. I could see glimpses through the fog, and realized the sky was bloody full of windmills. Full. There wasn’t even that much land between the house and Lake Superior, but it was packed with windmills. The fog was shifting the way it does in SH2 when you’re in the beginning and running toward town through the Cliffside path.

I grabbed the arm of the girl I was with and started off towards the shore, where the windmills were situated. There was a rusty ladder leading up to these gratings, and the girl insisted it would takke us to the windmills, so I climbed up. Instead of windmills, it was a boat ride into the lake. I thought this was a horrible idea and we must have been crazy to get on a boat.

The water was super choppy, and the waves were huge—15-20 feet, definitely too big for a small boat like we were on, all lined up in single file. The girl I was with sat in front of me and I thought it was strange that she no longer turned around or spoke. I watched the first wave crash in, and the boat kept on top of it, even though the waves were folding over.

I saw a whale’s tail, and tried to point it out, but the waves kept rocking us. When the water reared up, it was like a window into the lake, and I could see orcas in front of us, and humpbacks, and I was really amazed by this, very much amazed. It was as if I could freeze the frame and spend a few moments staring into the water-window, watching the whales drift by.

I noticed that the girl in front of me had a life preserver on, and I checked, and so did I. This was good, because the boat was sucked out from beneath me. I started to try to swim (I can't swim, so I was thinking of ways to float and propel myself) toward shore, and thought “if only there were some dolphins around, they’d help.” And then I felt a porpoise beneath me, helping me toward shore, but it was a small whale rather than a dolphin.

I thought it was odd that they’d be in fresh water, and this water was so cold—I knew whales and orcas were all right with that, but I was still thinking there might be dolphins. I got to shore and suddenly it was like I was reading a book because I read: “And she was rather disheartened to find that Alice did not return.” Alice being the lady who played Christabella in the movie of Silent Hill.

This part may be unrelated, but eventually I was in this building, with lots of staircases. It was almost like a tour being led by Schwartzenegger or something, and we were supposed to be practicing simple stunts or something like that. One of them involved making it to the ground when the walkways were made out of slats of vinyl siding, definitely not enough to support anyone’s weight. I saw that the guide person was standing in front of the simplest way down, which was a ledge which ran into a ramp part where the floor rose. I made it around him and hopped the two feet to the floor, and he said “oh why didn’t I think of that?” But I could feel an edge of disdain in his comment, and I knew he would try to injure me or kill me during the course of the tour.

Dreams: Hiding with a little critter

I have been having long dreams lately. In dream-time, they last hours and hours, and in a few it actually gets dark and time passes, which I don’t recall happening before. The other day it was like groups of people joined together to protect themselves from the others, and they’d taken over portions of my elementary/middle school. I kept getting knife cuts from them, one under my eye, and passed through various parts of these buildings that were all interconnected

The next day the dream was that I had this pet that was apparently a mammal from all its fur, but it wasn’t an earth animal. Maybe it was supposed to be, but it wasn’t anything I’d ever heard of before. It reminded me of a small dog/squirrel/puffer fish. It had eyes like puffer fish anyway. It was tannish deep blonde, and had legs meant for leaping, maybe like a kangaroo but it was very close to the ground.

There were all these doors in our apartment, it was like my great-grandmother’s home. But there were doors that had old fashioned keyholes and the people in the apartment adjacent to ours—there were about seven people living there—would peek in. We began to unlock the doors and move into the areas in between the apartments—absurd amounts of space.

Tuesday night, the dream I had was an entire episode of Star Trek the next generation. I’m not entirely sure what happened, but there was a green mist that was clinging to the ship and was all that was displayed when Picard said “on screen!”

Wednesday, there was another war, this time it was centered around my mom and aunt’s houses. People were throwing broken glass, shrapnel, firecrackers, aiming roman candles at each other, etc. My elder cousin stayed up after the nightly truce was called, and played the piano. It was kids, but like… high school kids who really wanted to cause injury. Kids that creep me out hardcore.

Dream: Wheelchair and a taxi

I awoke at 6:15. That’s a decent time. I went to the bathroom and stared at the bathmat and decided I could lay down on it and rest for 5-10 minutes. I even set my alarm.

I then began to dream. I called a cab, and the driver person who answered sounded a bit like a pirate. He said he’d be there in 20 minutes, so I hopped in the shower. I kept thinking that the cab driver was going to call me back or something, but I didn’t hear the phone ring. After my shower, I left the bathroom, and found myself at WalMart. The ninja was there, wearing a blue vest and pointed out the cab driver. He said the dude was pissed about me not being out there ten minutes ago.

At this point I realized I was in an office chair because I couldn’t feel my legs. I pushed myself down the aisles with my hands, thinking somewhere in the back of my mind that my arms must have been really long. I caught up to the cab driver, who was wearing an eye-patch, and who didn’t look amused, filling up his basket with cans of tuna. He said it was too late and he wasn’t going to give me a ride.

I was rather saddened, because I was all the way at WalMart, and that’s a long way to walk to work. I pushed myself down the aisle back to Dr. Ninja but I woke up. My legs were draped over the bathtub and that cut off the circulation. I still couldn’t really feel them. It was 7:45, and I stared up at the underside of the sink and wondered how I thought it was a good idea to sleep on the bathroom floor.

Dream: Levitating cushions

I went to see this teacher who had come from overseas to teach. He had these orange-tan cushion like things that looked like the seats from kitchen chairs. They vibrated and people were standing on them for a few minutes, feeling the vibrations, and then they would levitate about a foot or so above it.

The teacher had mapped the surface of the cushion, so you could put your hands in places and your hands would levitate, so I tried it. My hands flew up above my head, and I thought it was great.

Dream: Destruction, stress, and violence.

The ninja and I were at this library. I was reading something and he went to look for another book, but he returned with this girl—she seemed rather real, and her face had high detail—named Florence. She seemed to think he’d done something horrible by being around me, as if he’d betrayed someone else, someone holy to Florence.

I felt like I had to somehow impress her so that she wouldn’t think horribly of me, not to please me, but for the ninja so they would leave us alone. Eventually she left, and I went walking about the library. I ran into Dr. Ventre, and we had this weird conversation. He said I hadn’t sent in 239 dollars for something—and I said I needed to talk to Dr. Matherne about getting into the MFA program. He seemed somehow disappointed and not really listening, repeating himself. I had a few moments like “what the hell is he talking about?” but the dream kept me from seeing the illogical.

Then we went to the parking lot. The ninja’s bumper was on the ground. This was the first sign. The ninja picked up his windshield, with a big ol hole in the middle, cracks spider-webbing across the whole thing, and set it back on the front of his vehicle. The back window was also busted and bent, and the doors were wrenched and dented, ripped and wrecked. It was horrible, because what was the Ninja going to do now?

Well, we tried to drive back, but we ended up on i-75 downstate, and it was hard to really see the road.

And then I found the person who had wrecked the ninja’s car. It was this guy, this strange, not really alive looking person who acted more like a robot than anything, but I became incredibly violent and returned the favor to his body. I am not sure if he died or not.

Then, I woke up and was incredibly glad that it had just been a dream. It was a convincing coherent sort of thing, but when I went back to sleep, I was back on the defense.

I was at my aunt’s, and I got two calls on my cell phone about packages that my aunt needed to pay 5 dollars and 15 dollars respectively to receive. As far as I knew, she hadn’t ordered these things, but I was kinda pissed that people were sending her things and insisting that she needed to pay to receive them.

Some guy came to drop one off—he looked like a Michael McDonald/Kenny Rogers/Silver Fox hybrid, and he had this white Tracker looking vehicle. I rather wanted him to leave, but he came up and I told him no one was there, even though they were all in the garage. He didn’t seem to believe me and got confrontational and in my face. I hate that shit.

Anyway, I got him to leave, he was pulling out of the driveway, and my cousins came out of the garage, really loud and I was like GET IN THE GARAGE because I knew the guy was going to come after us sooner or later. Then I went into the garage with everyone and tried to get the phone numbers for my aunt to call.

My phone asked me for my birthdate, which I thought was weird, and the message started to play but the phone-voice started to repeat what other people were saying around me. I was like “HEY! Quiet down!” and the phone said “HEY! Is not a valid command.” I went to the front porch because my older cousin was being extremely loud and complaining about the noise. She went with me, and I started to write down the numbers.

I woke up then because, well my alarm went off. Bloody hell.

Strange, stress-inducing dreams.

This was a long dream, lasting through a snooze button push. This is rare. It was tri-part, as if there was a complete circle finished in each part.

I know we were after a murderer, and we knew where he lived. I believe the dream took place on a DS9/Phantom of the Opera hybrid, but it was a closed community—people couldn’t just come from all over without proper documentation and authorization.

At any rate, a little girl had vanished, and we were pretty sure it was this particular person but we didn’t have enough evidence to even detain the dude. At some point, I was in a room with Quark and Major Kira and they started to use a Spanish word so I wouldn’t know what they were talking about, but it was one of those words that’s the same in English and Spanish. Conf---dammit I knew it earlier.

At some point I was at a playground and this girl who spoke a language I didn’t understand ran up and hugged me around the waist and pulled me toward a wooden jungle gym-type structure. There were other kids, but she was happy I was there, and the other people I was with seemed glad to have the break to play.

There was another part where we were in this huge ballroom, and a party was going on, but the host was some how in favor of protecting the guilty dude. There was a chase, over these bluish staircases that seemed to glow. Some of the time I could see the chase from overhead.

At the end of the dream, we caught the guy, in his quarters just like we thought he’d be, and we were all together, standing there in the corridor outside his room, and I said “we could have saved that little girl.” I started to cry, and many others also did. It reminded me of the day I cried in class because one of my closest classmates had been arrested for driving the car for his brother and some other kids who were robbing people at gunpoint. It was that kind of tears, for the senseless loss.

It seemed like that was the end of the dream, and I had to wake up anyway. I wish I knew what made it a three part dream, but in my grasping for memories all I remember was that it was three-part.

But yay for remembering dreams during the week! All it really takes is for me to think about it, and I can do it.

Yesterday I dreamed I was with my mom and I kept running into Dr. Sautter and her husband.

Dream: Mountains and the underground caves

There is so much to this dream and I think I might have experienced many things “at once” that supposedly came before or after other instances, but I must say I’m very glad to have these very vivid (color-wise), very present and aware dreams.

My cousin Kayla and I were at a gas station, and she was sitting in the driver’s seat. A man came up behind her—I’ve never seen him, but he looked older, somehow withered and heavily lined. Her window was shut, but he reached through the glass and started to comb her hair. I went around locking all the doors (they had locks like the ninja’s car) and handed her a mirror, asking if she knew the guy. Not that locks would matter if he could reach through glass anyway. For some reason I had to drive, and somewhere around there I knew I was dreaming, so I decided we were going to go to a really nice place.

I think we were driving approaching a suspension bridge, like the Mackinac or Golden Gate.

And then I was on this rise in what I think was a forest—but it was a clearing, and I could see in the not-so-distance a higher-than-I-was mountain. It seemed to be all huge boulders, and there was this large cave opening that I knew I was heading to. Somehow I was barefoot for a little bit of the walk, and I stepped on something that was sharp, but it didn’t puncture my heel. I picked it up—a shell, but a strange shell. It looked like a normal snail shell—as big as my hand, but then on top of it there was a protrusion that looked like a pinky finger, even detailed like a finger, the nail, the lines in the knuckle. On top of that, there was a smaller shell, exactly the same, except for this one, the finger on top of it had a spine where the knuckle connecting to the hand would be. It was bright green and blue, shiny and iridescent, really pretty. I thought it was strange to find a shell on the mountain. There were other people, a father and two sons walking by, on their way to the cave. I wasn’t bothered that there were other people somehow, but I went with them toward the cave.

I was with someone during part of it but I’m not sure who it was. It seemed female. When I got into the cave it was lit by these lights shining through crystals in the wall—it was more like a crystal facet than a spray of them, but it wasn’t bright, and everything seemed evenly lit. In one of the tunnels, I found a gallery of oil pastel paintings (I think they were oil pastel simply because of how brilliant and vivid the colors were) of characters from my books. I wasn’t totally pleased with the interpretations of my characters, but I still thought they were pretty good. Brygen/Regen was wearing this deep sapphire gown, and wore this white headdress with her black hair spilling over it. There were several pictures of her and I didn’t think her face was quite right. It was showing different expressions and I was thinking it was like an “Emotion Eric” sort of thing, and I recognized several of the scenes, but there was one of her hunched over and screaming and I thought it was well done, but I didn’t recall a scene where she would have been like that.

There was also a picture of Zathrew, and I thought his nose was too cartoony. I adjusted the way I saw it so I could clearly imagine him with a different nose, and thought that would be more acceptable. In some of the pictures he looked too old for Zathrew, so I thought it might be from one of the later parts of the story. I could rotate him in the picture I was looking at, so I was scrutinizing his appearance. It wasn’t quite right, but I appreciated the effort that was done.

We continued through the tunnels—it was like a 3d labyrinth through the mountain, and there seemed to be airlocks of some sort.

I saw this thing about the size of one of those long pieces on a pen cap, except it seemed to have been lathed. I had to put down the shell to pick it up, and when I picked it up, it turned into a staff, and I thought it was really cool, but I could only take one thing, and I wanted the shell more. I stood in front of them and tried to pick something up, but the program didn’t seem to be allowing me to, like if there are too many things next to each other in a game, the program doesn’t know which one you mean. I walked away and tried again, but it didn’t work, so I left the shell behind.

I started to walk out, but there was some kind of disturbance, and a fight started. Someone grabbed the shell, and a huge plasma blade poured out of it. It was like an axe-sword, and they were performing all these spins and flips with it. This was when I realized that the opponents were after us, but the tunnels and entrances were set up like a puzzle game and we had to meet certain criteria to open the doors.

In one of them, we needed something red, so I grabbed this red-headed girl (Megan who used to go to school at NMU) and pushed her in front of the door for it to open. Stuff like that. It was all quite dark and comfortable except for the people coming after us.

Dream: The killer escapes

There was a dude who had been convicted of killing many people, and he was handcuffed to this row of chairs in a room after his trial, waiting to be transported to the prison. The lawyers and police people were across the room discussing the dangers outside and how they had to wait for some situation outside to be resolved. It seemed like a stake-out or something, really, because people could leave, but they couldn’t all go, and they certainly couldn’t go to take this convict to prison.

The killer was being played by John C. McGuinley (Intensity, Scrubs). I was actually a person in this dream, and she was in her late thirties, with short, curled hair, but her personality was a part of myself only I would recognize. She sat next to him—well, one chair away from him, and leaned closer to him saying “How’s it going?”

He looked over and smiled, and asked if I needed a napkin. Then he handed me one—not that it mattered, because no one was paying attention to us—and I read the message he’d written. They were instructions to notify him if Asian food was being ordered. Somehow I understood that he was going to drug the food with some kind of poison, that when it started to take effect would have symptoms of MSG. It would actually kill them about a half hour after the MSG-symptoms began. The confusion would buy enough time, and when everyone was dead, we could get him out of there.

The next scene was in a car, the camera focused on the killer, who was driving, and his hair was a bit longer and weirdly curled. He was wearing sunglasses and laughing, and I understood that the character that I had been playing had also been killed. “I” was just a camera. There was a woman in the car, and she was giggling stupidly, and the watcher knew she was going to eventually be murdered too.

There was a cut to another scene, where there was a detective who was going to take a plane to the city where the killer was running loose. I’m not sure who the detective was, but I woke up there anyway.

Dream: Herman Munster fakes his death

So I might have been watching a tad too much DS9 (no such thing!). I dreamt there was a dude who was Herman Munster as a Cardassian. I just realized Cardassian sounds like someone with a really flat bum. At any rate, this person decided he would fake his death so his family could get insurance money and a pension sort of thing from the place he worked.

So it looked legit to outsiders, he would lay stomach down in this rather deep puddle—as puddles go. His face was on the leafy ground, and he would sleep there so it looked to the world that he was dead.

Since he had a lot of time on his hands during the daytime, he would try to fill his time by entertaining himself. A music montage ensued, showing various scenes. In one he was practicing Tai Chi, but flexed his hands weird and then hooked his thumbs together and said “Eagle Spreads Its Wings” and “Bird Flutters By” or something similar, then dissolved into laughter. He did other things.

Finally, after applying make-up to make himself appear greyer and more ghostly, his wife came out of the house—I think she might have been a blonde Cardassian lady too—and told him enough time had passed and people thought he was dead, and then she hugged him and said he could come back to the house.

Dream: Injured toe

My toe had a large gouge in it and needed stitches. I thought it was weird that I wasn’t bleeding at all. My mom said the clinics would all be closed but I looked for phone books anyway. There were several old ones and one for a county with a four letter name, Grey or Cass or something. Mead County.

There was a hotel with 15 floors—I counted the windows from the outside. I tried to imagine a building seven or eight times that height, but couldn’t.

Dream: Quantum sun and ninja glitches

1. A few nights ago, I dreamt the sun became a quantum sun, and it leapt to orbit the planets to heat them. It was about the size of the moon, covered with gold plates, and spun very fast. I guess I watched from space.

2. The night before last, I dreamed that the Ninja and Ahnold Schwartzenegger had merged into the same entity, and something akin to escaping from followers was occurring. His appearance kept melting from one to the other depending on the situation, but when he was in “govna of Califonia” mode, I tried not to look at him if I could help it.

3. Last night, I dreamt I was watching a video game, but the Ninja was actually –in- the game. There was a graphics bug and if the Ninja placed himself—it wasn’t like he walked, it was more like his image was in the game and wherever one clicked was where his image would show up. If there were other people on the same buggy area, they would fall through the graphic (it was like a rock texture from Tomb Raider) into oblivion. When the Ninja came from visiting Richard, I awoke, and was on the verge of saying “be careful on that block” but realized I’d been dreaming, and did not warn him.

Dream: I killed a girl, but saved some fish

I hope I can remember even half of this dream.

It began in a bookstore or a mall of some sort. There were a lot of people milling about, and I was one of them. For some reason, I happened upon a young woman about the same age as me. I think she had a companion, but I’m not sure.

I beat her to death. Her personal effects flew about, and I think I killed a security guard too. I escaped the mall, and hopped onto a snowmobile. It was lovely out, and really there was no need for a snowmobile, and it wouldn’t offer me much chance against a sniper, but it was a snowmobile I hopped upon. (Imagine Grand Theft Auto VI: U.P.)

The snowmobile was incredibly difficult to control. The steering was excellent, but I could not control the acceleration or brakes. Instead of something to push or pull or whatever, there were vertical dials, like the volume control on a pair of headphones or walkman, whathaveyou. There were a freaking lot of them. I was sitting with my legs in front of me, like they were draped on top of the snowmobile—it wasn’t shaped like a normal one, and there were no handlebars, I think it just moved with my thought—haha. I recall thinking that my legs must have rubbed against one of the dials, and I began to mess with them, trying to find the one that had just accelerated me to an incredible speed.

There were police cars following me, and for some unknown reason, I tried to pull into a place and stop. I think it was due to the incredible lies I was about to inflict upon the situation. I stopped, and there were a few police cars that had followed me, and I was standing next to the snowmobile in some parking lot, still trying to figure out the dials.

A police officer came up and started acting like he was being helpful. I knew he was acting nice and really wanted to beat me up or throw me in jail for my assault, but he was smiling and listening as I explained my snowmobile stint. He seemed to be familiar with this model, and flipped it over, where there was another panel of controls, including on/off switches and some other things. None of them were labeled, by the way, though the ones on top had obscure labels, just a few letters that I had no idea what they meant.

Other police cars pulled up, and he grinned at me and said “I’m a good actor, yeah? Were you convinced?” and I smiled back and said “Oh, thank you for helping me out, I appreciate it.” As those were my actual thoughts, and I knew he was really just attempting to stall me for the other police (I don’t know why he didn’t cuff me himself.)

I was led inside the building I stopped in. They set up some sort of ramshackle cop operation in it, but it seemed to be a gardening store. I was allowed to walk around freely while autopsies were done on the guard and girl. I was searched during some part, and a lady found these rhinestone encrusted gold glasses in my pant cuffs.

She began to unfold them, and there were glass panels with blurry pictures of eyes, ranging in hue from brown to blue. She thought they were very interesting. I did too, but I didn’t really want it. By the way, I said I didn’t kill the people, and it seemed like it became a mystery as to how the people died.

The bodies of the girl and guard that I’d killed were brought to the gardening center. Someone was doing an autopsy on the guard. His face didn’t really look like a human's at this point. His eyes were filled with fluid and this weird hazy brown. The woman doing the autopsy used forceps on the eye and burst it. I think I might have looked away. She started to peel off what seemed to be skin, but it turned out that the man had been wearing a mask.

I walked around the gardening store, and found the goldfish Baal, Mephisto and Diablo in a bucket. I was worried that they would jump out, so I went to put a plastic bag over them. Somehow the bag sank, and I had a hard time getting it out without the fish coming with it. Baal got caught on top of the bag, and he seemed to be shrinking while his eye swelled up with fluid. I thought it was going to burst, so I left the bucket uncovered and left them alone so I didn’t hurt them while trying to help them.

I came back to the autopsies and the man’s upper torso had been sheared off at an angle, like from the mid-chest to the top of the back of his shoulder blades was gone. It looked as if his chest was full of brain matter. The person had some sort of vacuum and was sucking out some loose parts from the body of the guard. Another person was removing the mask from the girl I had killed. She had my face. I knew that if they tried to remove my face, I’d have someone else’s face beneath my mask, and I was nervous about that happening.

Dream: In which I attempt to resurrect Osiris

My cousins and I found a ruined temple in the woods. There was a stream running through part of it, and many places were very wet. There were a few openings to crawl through, and Rachel crawled through one. I looked around and saw a way to get around the wall. I found a small altar in the middle of the place—there was no roof—and several figurines. One was a metal sphinx, but the head and an upper part of the torso came apart, like it was a little box with various stacking compartments. Then there was another one and it had a mask and shield. There was also a metal face, and I tried to reassemble it, until I realized the face slid up into the head from a slit along the neck. There was also a statue of a mummified Isis, with her lovely head tilted to one side.

I realized that I had to act as a priestess for a rite here. Rachel was lying on the ground with her arms crossed over her chest, and she started to get drawn through an opening in the wall. Behind her was a mummified man, with his face still intact, but he was a green-grey color, and I knew he was Osiris, but I asked him who he was anyway. He told me his name was Asar, which is his Egyptian name (Osiris is Greek). I knew during the ritual I would place the statue of Isis upon him and resurrect him with her power.

I knew where I had to go to conduct the ritual, so I started to go there. There was a long table, and I suddenly had an armful of altar settings. There were many broken clay columns of a miniature stature, so I tried to arrange them artistically, and set the restored sphinx and metal shielded man, along with another clay guy that kept losing his head. I could see the place where Asar would descend from, and I was ready for it to begin. I somehow knew that this was a daily event that would go on whether or not living people attended.

Dream: Earrings and supervillans

In a stunning combination between “The Man with Golden Gun” and the “Shawshank Redemption” comes… last night’s dream.

I was sitting at a table with a few other people, and I opened a jewelry box. First I pulled out a string of hematite beads, which looked too metallic to be hematite, but that’s what they were in the dream, and a few pairs of earrings, one of which were ruby studs in a triangular cut. They had some kind of glow in their centers. One of the girls at the table with me was really interested in another pair of the earrings, spherical faceted crystal. I let her have them.

Somehow word about the ruby earrings got out enough that Professor Smolens wanted them. He had a henchman, the head guard from the “Shawshank Redemption” and that guy was after me. I tried to get away through different buildings—it was like a combination between the Center for Arts and Sciences in Saginaw and the New Science facility at NMU, with lots of long white hallways with locked beige doors. I went down a hall only to find bathrooms, so I hid in one and started to try to pry the duct from the ceiling over the stall.

Unfortunately, the henchman followed me in and dragged me out, taking the earrings. Professor Smolens walked in—because supervillians are too dignified to run—and took the earrings from his henchman. He said he was lucky to have gotten them from me because they were actually power generators (this is from the man with the golden gun). I saw that the earrings he got from the henchman were actually square, and I told him that the henchman must have the real ones because the ones I had were triangular.

Professor Smolens then dismissed the henchman by making him vanish or sucked him into the earrings themselves. We sat down at a table and he began to inform me of the uses of the earrings, but I woke up.

Dream: In which I'm a man a coupe times, and killers confess to me

Last night I was self-conscious with the size of my peenix. It was as long and thick as my pinkie until I became aroused. It did so while I was “all up on” this lady, and then it was normal. I think I woke up or altered the dream before I started “doing” her though.

The rest of my dreams involved me talking to people—somehow similar to the movie ‘Waking Life’ in structure, how I was talking to each person and they were telling me about their various offenses. One of them it seemed like he was going to tell me about how the love affair with this lady, but it turned into a story about how he raped and strangled her. Later I was riding around in a car with someone who used to go out with my old roommate Rose (fictionally so) and he was talking about how horrible a decline she had suffered, and how he was happier without her. It was as if he was going over a timeline in his head, and I could see it displayed out the window, as the town passed by, I could see her running along the road, seeing her cross roads as his car crossed roads. There was also another guy I spoke to after that, and he was telling me about how he had to drown his young lover in the bathtub because she was too beautiful to let the world destroy.

Dreams the last couple nights included Set taking a human form that looked like Drunvelo Melchizedik and talking like he was possessed, and then one the night afterwards where I had chest hair and my breasts actually looked more like a pair of buttocks each. It was frickin creepy. Seriously weird.

Dream: In which I am not me, and in love with a girl

I have decided to cheat when it comes to lucid dreams and/or astral projection. Since I have been falling asleep before a level of relaxation is attained, I have set an alarm. This, I know, is terrible practice, believed to be detrimental to the health of shamans. Luckily though, I’m not quite a shaman. I awaken, set the clock ahead a half hour, and begin the relaxation process. This morning, I fell asleep, each time until 9:30 when I turned off the alarm. That means I was awakened six times this morning, and I remembered a dream each time. Of course, I fell back to sleep without recording them, so I only remember one or so images from each dream, except for the last few.

In one, I was arguing with Wonka about obligation and expectation, and in another I was this dude who was just… smitten with this girl.

I think I wanted to save her. What follows seems to be the way he would tell the story.

She seemed to care about me in a way that she would be with me and be around me and laugh with me and act like she cared about me. I knew she loved this crazy fuck who was messed up with murder and running from the police and I could tolerate her fucking him every time my back was turned and some times when it wasn’t because I knew she was just deeply tied to him, she really loved him and was around me because I treated her good. I could forgive anything she did because I really loved her. I don’t know what he thought about her being around me until he started to chase my car. He started to ram the back of it, so I had to drive faster to avoid him. The cops started to get into the chase, and I drove until my car was running out of gas. I had to pull over.

She got out of my car and ran to him, leaned into his window and kissed him and I saw him hand her the knife. I saw her take it, crying, and knowing what she was about to do. I broke from a walk to a run toward her and she started running at the police, screaming, knife in her fist. She started to stab the head lights from the police car, and then started to go after the officers. I started to plead to the cops not to shoot her, but they were already warning her over a loudspeaker to stay back or they would shoot. They shot her dead, and as I turned from the sight of her crumpled broken body, I heard the single shot from his car, and knew that he had killed himself too.

Dream: In which I visit my dead grandparents

The ninja and I went to a church. I didn’t know why we were there, but we sat down on these wooden folding chairs for a little while. Then it seemed we were sitting in this public area, more like a mall, and I looked over and my grandmother and grandpa were sitting there. My grandmother had just gotten her nails done, and she sat down, spreading her fingers to catch the light. They were a soft pink and I started to cry. I told the ninja that my grandma used to do her nails a lot, and she took special care of them, and I missed that.

Then my grandparents were sitting to my right and I looked at her and she said "oh you have pretty eyes," and I said thanks, and she was like “Fred, look at her eyes!” and my grandpa looked over and saw the eyebrow piercing and went “oh yeah, I see!” and she said “no, not that, her eyes!”

It was a nice visit regardless.

Dream: In which I battle with a goldfish

It was a large fish. There were three fish tanks, and there was a huge goldfish as big as Baal, only orange. He was intent on jumping out and getting into another tank. He jumped up, caught the edge of the tank with a pectoral fin, and maneuvered itself up to the top of the tank to where it could jump into another tank. It tried, but I kept catching him and putting him back in the water—which was pretty low, by the way, this fish was jumping. The other tank had a small mud building sort of thing that had a lot of tiny cats in it, cats that were maybe a centimeter in length. There was a dirt section and a water section, and the water section had goldfish in it of different colors, white and pinkish sorts, maybe a few shibunkens (sp?). I knew that this fish was trying to get into the tank to eat the little cats. I kept catching him in my hands and putting him back, and I finally put him in with the neons, red and black tetras and zebra fish because that tank had a lid on it. He was smirking the whole time, I just knew it.

I went into another room where my cousins were looking through things, and there were little amulet locket things with water and a little living fish in it. I went oh my god, they’re still alive! And immediately broke the lockets to let the fish out into a tank. It was a very small yellow-brown fish that looked not quite skeletal but not very fleshy.

Then the ninja was giving me and this other lady necklaces. He called them diamonds, and the pendant looked like a crystal pendulum for dowsing that he gave the other lady, and mine was like a superfine wire mesh that was filled with dragon’s blood resin. He said something about how he knew how much I like the scent of dragon’s blood.

Dream: I plant, I cook, and I fly in Willow, the video game

I had a dream I was growing eggplant. I put the seeds in the soil and went to cover them with another layer and they were already sprouting. This pleased me a lot, because I wanted to grow eggplants for the ninja.

I had another dream where my hair dye had washed out in my shower, leaving me with a dark stripe down the middle of my head, and all the rest was as if I had bleached it blonde at some point, but only in places. I had decided I would wear a hat so only the ends of my hair showed (finally a dream where at least one thing is the same about my hair, even if it is just the length—last time it had lots of deep blue curls. I don’t even have curly hair.) I went into the kitchen to make Texas toast and found that every pan had been used, even my blue baking dish, so I went for the drawer under the stove where there was a pan left behind from the previous inhabitants. It was different than I remembered it, and first off it seemed like there was steel wool spun out of the metal and covering the entire pan.

I also pulled out of it a swatch of honey-blonde hair and thought it was really weird and somewhat gross. I figured out how to dump out the packed steel wool and examined the pan. It had different layers and functions. A person could turn this little knob and these blind like pieces of metal would turn, so you could use it as a frying pan, or open the slats and turn it into a grill. The bottom seemed to have a diffuser built into it, and I thought it was pretty cool. I never did get to make toast though.

In another dream there was “Willow, the video game” except I was Willow himself, and I could fly. I would jump up from the ground, and at first I had to use my arms and legs like I was swimming, but the higher I got the easier it became. I had to fly down these tunnels which glowed blue in the distance, but for some reason I stopped to interact with the inhabitants of the world between tunnels. I was somehow carrying this Force that could help people, but I had been told by those who bestowed it upon me that humans would always take it for themselves if I wanted to loan the Force to other people to help them with their problems. There was this particular man who wanted to take it away from me to find his son, but he was very threatening and was constantly thinking about braining me on a rock and taking the Force from me. His wife was nice, and genuine, and just wanted to find her son. In between avoiding the man and talking to the wife, I decided I wanted to help her instead of just fly by.

There were many instances where people were going to try to catch me. One of them used a wide scarf they were knitting as a bow, using the knitting needle as an arrow. There was also an archer hiding up a tree, but I snuck up behind him and picked him up by the back of his shirt. I told him I was going to drop him now, but I would get closer to the ground to do so. He was similar to Legolas in the Lord of the Rings movies. I was often on the tops of steep hills and I would leap off of them to start flying. Sometimes I would worry that I would stop being able to fly, but I eventually called myself silly for thinking it would go away and I would only prevent myself from flying by doubting that I could. One time the Legolas dude was after me in the lady’s house, but I floated up to the ceiling. The lady was disappointed and hopeful all at the same time, and I found that I wanted to help her so much it prevented me from flying away. In one part, I was running through this meadow like place to get to a cliff, and I remembered that I should be walking the way Willow did in the movie instead of running the way I was supposed to.

For some reason, I would have to dress up like a woman to trick the father. I had to wear this pink dress (I was watching the scene from outside of Willow’s body) and what looked like a lace decorated surgeons mask (also pink).

I kept looking at the tunnels in the distance, knowing how easy it would be to fly to one and forget about all these troubles, but I did want to help the lady a lot.

Before I stopped, the tunnels were wonderful to be in. It was as if they were sorts of energy vortexes or something of that sort, all transporting to other places, and one of those places would be where I would use the Force I was gifted with.

Dream: Stranger in my own apartment

I woke up and I left my room. There were about ten or twelve other people in the apartment, and all of them looked shocked to see me. This lady damn near charged me and I took a step toward her and she stopped. She was confused as to who I was, and demanded to know where someone else was (let’s just say the name was Lily, for sake of later reference). She was almost in tears, and frightened at the same time. I told her I had been living in this apartment since last March, and I had no idea about a Lily or anyone else. I looked around at all these middle aged people wandering around in my suddenly bigger apartment.

Someone was in the bathroom and I had to go, and a younger girl reminded me about the other one, the one with stalls. I followed her (there was suddenly a hallway where my refrigerator usually is, which would put one in my closet, but here it was a hall) down the hall, which tilted downward. The light was somehow thin and blue, and it seemed cold. There were high windows and everything was white tile, but it wasn’t too bright or blinding because the light was too dim. The girl was nice to me and smiled. I felt like I wanted to spend time with her and get to know her and hang out.

We left the bathroom and we were in a bus terminal waiting for a bus to come. There was a group of people who all seemed about my age, and they seemed to be interested in the same things as I was, and they all welcomed me when I walked up, not as if we knew one another, but as though they accepted me immediately into their group. One of the kids had an acoustic guitar, but he wasn’t playing it. The girl sat next to him, drawing her legs up beneath her as she did so.

Dr. Ninja came from my room to the bus station and asked who all the people in the house were. I said I didn’t know, and I was like come and sit with us for awhile, because the people I was sitting with would be leaving soon. Everyone welcomed him too, and he seemed to like the environment and seemed to smile in a particular way that signified sincere pleasure. The people invited us to go with them to wherever they were going, and we ran back to my place to pack.

Dream: Giant robots and a leap from a cliff

I was working with Pike (a high school teacher) in the gym of my elementary school, dismantling weird shack looking things to make room for a stage we were designing. Then later we were outside in the academic mall area at NMU and I saw a huge tyrannosaurus rex robot gallivanting toward the water. I was like "omg, so-and-so got the robot to work! I want to take a ride in it!" And Pike went “yeah but…” and then the police showed up and started shooting the robot to bits… “but it has many weak points at the joints.” He showed me places on a mini-model as the functional bot was destroyed.

Another dream: This one is a little more hazy. I was in someone’s dorm room, and I was surprised by the furniture. Everything was wood—real wood, and the dresser and the bed had drawers under it that had the same fittings and the same cherry stain. I said oh, these are part of a set, and this girl who lived next to the people started complaining that I was wrong when it was obvious that they were intended to look similar. There was another piece of furniture, maybe a desk, that looked more like an oak stain and the wood grain was totally different, and she kept trying to convince me that it matched the dresser. I was like “ya’ll is so wack,” and left.

It seemed like the hall outside the room was set along a cliff when I exited, and I had to back against the wall and inch my way wherever it was that I was going. It seemed like there were people—eventually, one in particular that was “out to get me.” I was able to ignore the person for the most part and continue the exploration of the cliff face. I could see the road below me, and see that there were people in cars, people with guns seeking me. They didn’t notice me at all at first, but later on people began to come up the cliff to warn me, to try to get me to hide. I told them not to worry, because bullets could not destroy me. They didn’t understand and still worried, and I smiled at them and leapt from the cliff. I landed on top of one of the cars, but lightly, not denting it like I would have in the waking world (ha). This scared the people that were trying to kill me and they seemed more determined to get me. They began to fire at me but somehow they missed entirely. I am sketchy on the rest.

Dream: It's always Christmas inside...

My throat felt weird so I looked in the mirror at it and right behind my jaw I saw a Christmas decoration. I thought it was a Christmas decoration anyway, but it looked like a totem pole of three dwarves, just the heads stacked one on top of the other. It also seemed as though it was affixed by this weird white glue substance, and when I pulled the thing out of my throat it was just like pulling one of those bathmats that have all the little suction cups off of the tub bottom. I thought oh grossssssss, but my throat felt better. Then I realized there was probably another on the other side.

Dream: I help a boy fly

I was watching a boy with long red-orange hair (down his back; he was a mature ten-eleven year old). He was pretending to be a girl that wore glasses, I think because he was hiding from something or someone. Sometimes I was in him, other times I was just watching. I moved into him to help him fly or float. He could jump without effort when I moved him into the air, and when he did jump with effort, he would go 20-30 feet up into the air.

He was playing with this girl, running around on these rocks—I have been in the same dreamscape before—it’s a open area of grassy land with large smooth rocks still embedded in the ground, with the soil worn away from them. There is a waterfall to one side, where the water has worn down a path through the stone ground, leaving rougher, exposed stones. He would leap from rock to rock, flying through the air. He was afraid most of the time, until he realized although he wasn’t really in control of it he wasn’t being harmed.

Sometimes the girl would ask if he could hold her and jump so they would both fly, but he felt weird doing so. He was developing feelings for her and was still pretending to be a girl, so touching her at all made him feel weird when it shouldn’t have.

They had to hide in this closet—I moved out of him when he wasn’t flying or jumping and he was overcome by emotion and kissed the girl. At first she was okay with it, but then she moved away in surprise and started to say something about not wanting to be that way with girls. He let his voice go a little deeper but he’d been pretending so long it seemed strange to him. He took his glasses off and tried to convince her that he was a boy, not a girl, and that he’d been pretending to hide. She seemed relieved and hugged him around the neck.

Later, they were in a building that somehow reminded me of a McDonald’s play area, though that might have been because of the huge pipes tunneled along the ceiling. The people who were after him came and I moved into him to help him leap above them, lifting him to the ceiling and helping him grab hold of and climb along the pipes. Everything ended up okay.

Dream: Guarding David Carradine's son...

I was watching David Carradine and his female partner live their lives together. They had lots of children together in a short period, like four kids in just as many years. I only remember two of the children though, one a boy between three and four with pale blond hair and a little girl maybe a year younger with ringlets in her hair. It seemed as though the kids could sometimes see me, but Carradine and his lady did not

I watched the kids play a lot, and the little boy seemed to get into an awful lot of accidents. I remember seeing them playing in the shallow water at the edge of a rock shore, like at Presque Isle or something. The little boy was laying in the water, and the kids were running around nude, getting that warm sunned-brown hue. I think the boy got up then, but I knew that there were guardian spirits trying to protect him from ending his sojourn here.

The son died somehow—I am not sure if I was there or not. It seems as though I was never seen by Carradine, though I spoke to him and he somehow heard me. I sat beside him, watching him look through a photo album of those days, all the smiles on everyone’s faces, the kids laughing, etc… and I said to him “He only lived at birth because guardian spirits protected him. They always protected him to the best of their abilities, and he could see them, he played with them. Then… be grateful for the time you got to share with him.” He heard me, and nodded as if they were just pretty words I was saying to comfort him rather than truthful.

I left him then, and came across a young Michael J. Fox type person who was like… Carradine’s biggest fan, and was giving him some kind of award for changing so many people’s lives in the Kung Fu series. Fans from around the world had come, and the Fox character had everyone write the name of the city they came from on pieces of paper and stick them to the map. The map was covered with tiny bits of paper.

Carradine wandered in, distracted and melancholy, and saw the map. The Fox character explained what the papers were and gave Carradine a piece of paper. He wrote on it slowly “Creek Bridge” or “Owl Creek” (which was a signal to me that I was dreaming, one that I didn’t get until I woke up because “Owl Creek Bridge” was a reference to an Ambrose Bierce story about a man who dreams wonderful dreams just before he is hanged). It was a moment of realization to him, and he seemed somehow as if he had somehow gotten some peace after the death of his son. He set the paper on the map, then leaned over it again and wrote “home” under it. He smiled at the fans and thanked them.

This is the same sleeping sequence but this part seems to deviate from the previous story.

It was winter outside, and there were kids playing in the snow. It wasn’t a well plowed road, so it was somewhat difficult to see where the road was and where the yard was. I was in the DARPster’s car, and this guy got in—a guy who was not at all my roommate. I asked him if he even knew how to drive a stick, and he said yes, but he didn’t drive it that well. We drove down this snowy unplowed road and this girl ran right next to the car as it was turning, and I had to look down out the window to see if she was hit. She seemed fine and oblivious to the fact that she was very nearly run over. I pounded on the window and waved at her to go back to the yard, and she just looked at me with great surprise as if she just realized the car was there.

Then I was in the cafeteria on campus, sitting at a table with a sandwich. I was eyeing cookies and thinking about eating them with some ice cream since it was a rare occurrence to eat on campus and I might as well splurge a little. Someone asked me to go somewhere, so I went.

Then I was in a store. I don’t know what I was buying or if I was buying anything, but I was in the checkout lane and this lady with three kids hanging off the side of her overflowing cart got in the lane behind me. My aunt and cousin came up with a cart just as full and told the lady they were with me, effectively cutting in line. I helped my aunt unload the cart—it took a while, and my 16 year old cousin was wearing a skirt so short when she bent over I could see her thick black thong. I was looking at her bum like “what the hell are you wearing” in my head, though I didn’t say anything, I just motioned with my head to her mother, who either didn’t notice or say anything about it. At the end of the unloading, there were four Hershey bars. I took another one from the display and set it with them, still wanting something sweet from the interruption in the cafeteria earlier.

Dream: Painting orcs and girls with the same brush

DREAM 1:

I was at a swim meet, probably from the ninja's description of them. I was supposed to be one of the swimmers, and I thought that it was stupid that they blocked off part of the pool so the laps were very short. I reached from end to end and I could touch them, though I knew my arms stretched a little bit to at least seven feet across. I don’t recall swimming so I might have woken before I was supposed to. I was dressing in front of everyone, and I didn’t have a proper bathing suit. It was some stupid two piece and I somehow was wearing a red shirt beneath it. I looked down and the shirt was poking out of the suit bottom. I shrugged and figured people might just look and roll their eyes as if used to my antics.

DREAM 2:

At first I was in this attic sort of room that had this yellowish glow to it, the way a dimly lit place does. It also seemed that light was coming from below the windows, and that also made the ambiance different. It seemed to be a place full of books and papers, mostly loose papers, and Wonka was walking around, talking and gesturing with his hands a lot about the things he wanted me to do, but I was in a hurry to get to class, so either told him I quit or I had to go.

Then I was in a classroom or a room that looked a lot like a classroom, and there were these little orc figures about the size of run of the mill action figures. It was decided that they should be painted, and one side would be from the desert and one side would be a “sea—no, more like a river basin—salty marshland, yeah.” So each side had to be painted according to it. Someone said “For it is the way of those who die to not know how they are killed.” I might have lifted an eyebrow or something, but I was enjoying mixing the colors for the painting.

I painted one orc in vibrant warm oranges, yellows and reds and decided his metal would be gold, so his armor and helm and whatnot were all gold. He was a rather pretty orc. I stood him up and the teacher or dude in charge (DIC) used another figure to knock it on the floor while he was lecturing or describing the battle. I was about to paint another orc the same way, but I thought that would be stupid and picked the other orc up off the floor. He knocked it down again, so I shrugged and started to mix the colors for the water dwelling orcs.

I started to paint one but someone was standing over my shoulder talking and I wasn’t sure if they were telling me what to paint or if they were telling other people. He said to weave the colors, so I started to paint them like a cross hatch pattern. It seemed as though my brush had three long rubbery strands, so I put each strand in a different color. It made cross hatching much more easy to accomplish, and was more textured than a normal brush stroke would have been.

Somehow I was actually painting a girl who I went to elementary and middle school with. The girl was beginning to get upset with me because if I didn’t paint her correctly, she would be killed even in her own watery realm. She pointed to a smudged spot on her side and said “see, this looks like someone just rubbed a sponge all along it. That’s very noticeable. Blocks of color like that just don’t appear in the marsh!”

I did my best to accommodate everyone’s wishes, but then I realized I was on a bus, and my stop was coming up soon. The girl was getting fidgety and I was busy mixing more colors. I took a stick of Trident gum from my pocket and peeled off the paper. I decided that it would help the paint stick better if it was mixed into a gummy goo. It came to my attention that I had painted her whole turtle shell… turtle shell? Where did THAT come from? Oh well, I did a good job on it anyway. I wanted to camouflage the shell to her body so there wouldn’t be a break in texture. When I looked up from painting again, her turtle shell was surrounded by these semi-spiky balls fastened all along the rim of it. It looked rather cool, and I was pleased.