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.