| Dream Fragment - Basement Blockage |
[19 Aug 2005|07:19pm] |
In a building, taking the elevator down to the lowest basement level. The elevator stops, the doors open into a tiny (less than a square metre) alcove, grey concrete floor and ceiling, completely bricked up on all sides.
I want to know what's behind those walls.
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| Dream Fragment - Replay |
[15 Aug 2005|10:48pm] |
Was stuck in a room, sort of a mini-quest dream. Found clues that allowed me to get out of the room, then went to various places finding clues and having conversations with people who were part of a group who put me in the room in the first place. Had to sneakily extract a piece of information from each of them, to figure out what was going on and who to look for next. I eventually found the woman in charge, the only thing I remember about her is that she has frizzy red hair. Can't remember any other details, going to have to work on my dream recall a lot.
Then, the entire dream replayed. At this point I was semi-conscious, enough so to be vaguely aware of my physical body. This time, I had a semiautomatic handgun. I already knew where everything was this time, so I grabbed each clue without even bothering to look at it, and every time I came to one of the people in the dream, I took aim and popped them right between the eyes. Cold, hard, efficient, been-there-done-that, BANG.
Every time I shot someone, my physical body experienced a surge of heat all over the front of my torso, which felt the same as the heat I experienced up my back during my last acupuncture session, which was apparently due to a clearing of a blockage or blockages in the upward channel of my microcosmic orbit through the dantian.
I'm really unsure of symbolism here - I may have forgotten too much of the dream to make very meaningful associations. On the other hand, it's pretty interesting that two nights in a row I've been given the task of clearing blockages, and then been given a tool with which to clear them more efficiently...
I'm wondering at the nature of this method, though. Now that I'm fully conscious, I'm not all that happy with the idea of clearing obstacles by painting the wall with their brains.
I don't really know how to tell if this was a straightforward metaphor, or a test to see how far I'd go. I'd prefer it to be the former of course, but what's done is done. Let's see what tonight holds.
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| fragment - toilet cleaning |
[14 Aug 2005|03:05pm] |
I've been neglecting this journal for way too long. I'm going to try and start journalling my dreams again, because at the moment I can barely remember them. I'm also going to have more of a crack at identifying symbolism and omens that might show up.
The bit that's stuck from last night was of cleaning a toilet bowl, using a toilet brush. It was only doing a mediocre job, until an unseen figure handed my one of those disposable toilet-scrubber things. Using that, I had the whole thing spotless in a matter of seconds.
I always associate water in my dreams with the spiritual/energetic/nonphysical aspects of my life, and a toilet is an obvious cleansing/purification symbol. I'm taking the cleaning activity pretty much literally, but it seems to fit together quite well.
I'm going to go out on a limb with the first association that comes to mind - the acupuncture treatments I'm currently getting to clear energetic blockages in my system, and the Qigong lessons I'll be starting in a few weeks, both with a view towards opening up my microcosmic orbit. I'm (slowly) being given the tools with which to clear the energetic waste from my system... I still have to do the actual work myself, and that's ok, but I'm in the process of getting the means to do it properly.
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| The Truman Dream |
[29 Dec 2004|11:34am] |
I was in an underground city-dome, whose inhabitants didn't know there was an outside world. There was very tight security and surveillance, and any mention of 'outside' was treated as heresy.
I was watching a movie, some sort of modified sequel to the Matrix films, but it'd been edited for the dome, and all references to an outside world had been cut or dubbed over. A guy who was working at a nearby counter (not sure if I was in a bar or a store or just random) came over to see what I was watching, and I whispered in his ear, "They're internationalists, outsiders, not systemers." Not sure why I phrased it like that but he knew what I meant. He looked confused for a moment, then scared until he was sure no one had heard, then went back to his post, thinking hard.
The next part I remember was at a girl's house elsewhere in the dome. I'd taken the disc of the movie with me to finish watching there. She gave me very explicit instructions on how to use her mother's player, because there'd be hell to pay if I accidentally loaded restricted/banned viewing material. I assured her that I only wanted to watch the movie. Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out where the dome was hidden. I was able to find out that it was actually in Sydney, underneath the Telstra Stadium (I had a bird's-eye view of the city as I was being told this, hovering over the stadium). There were also repeated mentions of Lugarno, not sure what that had to do with it. Web search found this - it's 20km south of Sydney, so I probably would have heard the name somewhere, although I don't recall where.
I found out that people were allowed into the dome as tourists, although of course they weren't allowed to tell any of the inhabitants the truth about the outside world. There was a section of the dream after the girls mother got home, but I can't remember what happened. At some point, as I started drifting out of it, I became vaguely aware that I was dreaming, and resolved to remember the location when I woke up so that I could free the dome's inhabitants. Even after I realised that it was a dream I was still absolutely certain that the dome was real.
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| Another lucid fragment |
[02 Dec 2004|10:36am] |
Was at a sort of impromptu goth club thing, and they were giving out peanut butter sandwiches and ummmm something else, possibly vaccinations. Semi-realised that I was dreaming, and started going upstairs to check out the club. Vision faded, but managed to stay in the dream, concentrating on physical sensations and was able to bring sight back through very aggressive force of will. It faded and came back like this a few times. Got upstairs, but couldn't find any people, they usually seem to disappear when I become lucid.
Vision faded again and I started getting pissed off, tried a bit too hard to bring it back and ended up opening my real eyes. Had a severely disorienting few seconds as my brain reconciled two equally real and completely contradictory sets of sensory data, followed by waves of pins and needles as my physical body took over.
My sleep has been very shallow lately, I find myself waking up frequently throughout the night, and never feel like I've slept as deeply as I should. I used to be an incredibly deep sleeper, and I really want to get back to that. While my proximity to consciousness is probably helping me achieve lucidity, it also makes it difficult to maintain without waking up. Hopefully I can sort this out soon.
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| Dream |
[28 Nov 2004|01:33pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) shudrel was seeing my ex, and got upset because she was trying to cheat on him with me. He told me he wanted a freshet to cut his arm. He showed me his arm, which had some bad scratches like he'd tried to cut with someting blunt. He grabbed a scalpel with a purple handle from a coffee table in the lounge, and left with it.
(side note: in the dream, I looked at myself in a mirror - I looked different...had a crew cut, and was seriously buff.)
So, upon waking I look up 'freshet' because I'm not 100% sure of the meaning, although I recall something to do with water. This comes up:
Flood \Flood\, n. [OE. flod a flowing, stream, flood, AS.
fl[=o]d; akin to D. vloed, OS. fl[=o]d, OHG. fluot, G. flut,
Icel. fl[=o][eth], Sw. & Dan. flod, Goth. fl[=o]dus; from the
root of E. flow. [root]80. See Flow, v. i.]
1. A great flow of water; a body of moving water; the flowing
stream, as of a river; especially, a body of water,
rising, swelling, and overflowing land not usually thus
covered; a deluge; a freshet; an inundation.
"A covenant never to destroy The earth again by flood." --Milton.
o_0
I think I need to play less Halo 2...
From http://dictionary.com/ :
1. A sudden overflow of a stream resulting from a heavy rain or a thaw.
2. A stream of fresh water that empties into a body of salt water.
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| Lucidity |
[19 Oct 2004|12:28pm] |
3rd lucid experience, and the longest so far. Was in a school, and Nelson from The Simpsons had just said something mean to me and was walking off. I debated stealing something of his (he had a desk with a computer next to his locker) but decided not to. I went down the corridor to a sort of mini-shop that another girl from school owned, but had left unattended. I looked for something to steal from there but all she had was different sorts of cables and electronic tools that were of no use to me. I stepped back out of the shop to see what it actually was, and the sign said something about cryptographic supplies. I grabbed some sort of cable just so I could steal something and shoved it into my pocket.
I went down a flight of stairs into a canteen of sorts, and realised that I was dreaming about halfway down. There was a bit of a struggle to hold onto the dream and resolve conflicting signals from my physical body, but I managed to stay in my dream self and get my vision sorted out without opening my real eyes. I decided to try and have sex with someone, as you do, and went up to a girl seated at one of the tables, who on closer inspection turned out to be a guy. There was another girl seated next to him, however, so I told her to stand up. She did, but as I moved toward her the dream blacked out.
I know it's possible to climb back into a dream once it's faded out, but I'll need to work on that. For now I'm pretty happy with my progress :)
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| Tower dream |
[27 Aug 2004|07:18pm] |
@ a harbour, huge tower being built on floating platforms. Already punched through clouds and still not finished, but building materials not properly stored, falling off platforms into water. Occurs to me that someone will have to dive into the water and fetch those parts before the tower can be finished.
Seems worth noting for the amusingly blunt metaphor.
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| My first lucid dream! |
[21 Jul 2004|11:18am] |
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I was in a bus going along a coastal mountain road...On the side of the bus was a list of acts that had been passed by a previous bus council chairperson or transport minister or something similar - all the acts were named after place names and/or bus routes; the only two I remember were the Eridu Act and the Cupandcry Island Act. I recalled that there was some mysterious story about an Eridu bus where all the passengers had vanished.
I then found myself in a medieval town I didn't recognise, felt like 17th-18th century (although I think there may have been a subway...). I realised that I had been flung back in time from the bus somehow, and tried to figure out what to do, since I didn't have anything of value. I had the thought that I could take advantage of my future science/physics knowledge to make some money but I wasn't sure how to go about it. I noticed a few people that looked out of place - one or two goths, and a skinhead carrying a modern bicycle with swastikas on the wheels. I figured they must have been on the same bus, or at least had the same thing happen to them. I tried to stop a goth couple and ask them if they knew what had happened, but they ignored me. I pleaded with them and the guy said, quite rudely, "What can we do for you? you don't even have a (title/nobility)!" and they walked off.
I walked across the street and into a building, and thought, "Alright, fuck it, I can deal with this" and at the same time realised that I was in a dream. I decided to 'take control of my destiny' within the context of the story and see where it went, thinking, "I will fix this, and I will make it good," over and over. Unfortunately the dream started fading out in patches. I concentrated on my hands, but it didn't help and I faded back to my body. I tried to get the dream back, but I was too excited at having been lucid to concentrate properly
Interestingly enough, I've read through a bit of literature on the subject, which is filled with suggestions, primarily to do with building up the habit of constantly checking if you're dreaming. However, I just knew that I was dreaming, and furthermore I knew that I'd known it all along. When the time came, i didn't need to ask, just to acknowledge what I already knew and act on it.
Can't wait for the next one *grins*
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| Dreams |
[06 Jul 2004|02:22pm] |
In a car with my father, asking him why my PC boots up so slowly. He tells me to clear all my personal information off of the machine, name/address/birthday etc. but I complain that this wouldn't make a difference, as it's booted slowly ever since I got it and it does everything else as normal. He asks about the CPU and motherboard and I tell him that it's an Athlon 1800+ and a Gigabyte micro-ATX board. He tells me that only certain versions (4 and 6 I think) of the 1800+ run at full speed, while others run at 424Mhz.
Later, one of his friends asks other questions about the machine, but I can't remember the conversation. It was all remarkably clear for a dream - this is an actual problem with my PC, and their advice was clearly spoken and remembered when I woke up, much more so than usual. Normally, I'll remember what was said, but this time I can actually remember the sound, the words, the act of it being said.
dunno if it means anything, but it seems noteworthy.
Later on I walk back along the road we were driving on, and come to what I think is some sort of roller-skating rink, although there's no one there. It's all moulded concrete and painted light blue, with an ambience like a cross between a skate bowl and a public swimming pool. There's an unmanned snack bar with food still in the display. One dish I remember seeing is an oblong cake of some sort, but each slice is a different flavour, although still attached down the middle so it must have been baked in one piece. It doesn't look all that appetising at any rate.
There is another snack bar somewhere else in the building, and a guy working behind the counter gives me a card. It unfolds a bit strangely, one of the pages saying "How are you?" the next, "Have a good day!" and then, "...from a real asshole." On the back it had something about finding Jesus.
I leave through a door and walk down a corridor, turning right at a T-junction. To the left are two or more indian fakir sorts who are apparently squatting in the corridors. They give off 'go away' vibes, so I leave through a door at the end of the corridor I'm walking along. There is wet cement outside the door, so I have to step on wooden planks balanced over the cement to get out.
Once out in the street, a random woman gave me an I-want-to-talk-to-you-about-Jesus smile, so I ignored her and walked away. end.
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| ummmm... |
[24 Jun 2004|11:01am] |
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Do Not Read, This Is Bona Fide Magic!
Loussail Lidd Wants You To Die Die Die Die....
(written on top of a mountain in last night's dream.)
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| dream bits from the last few days |
[23 Jun 2004|08:22pm] |
For the first time, the H+ dream trigger worked, and I had a dream about DMT (shut up). I was with a group of explorers in Africa, looking for plants that contained tryptamines. We'd been given permission (from the American government?) to try them out if we found any.
I met a local (looked a bit like Khoisan, although I'm no expert), dressed traditionally and (I think) carrying a spear. He taught me how to 'fire'walk on a hot granite slab, which I did for four minutes (there was a timer in the corner of my vision). It hurt my feet a bit, but I was able to handle it. I vaguely recall there being a mention of the heat being turned down as I was a first-timer. We both urinated on the granite whilst firewalking, I don't recall why.
We left Africa shortly after, driving through a checkpoint into Israel, manned by an American diplomat, and then through another checkpoint about 10 metres away, into America.
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soulthing and I were in America, exploring the country by bike. We were speeding insanely and cops were after us. We ended up getting stopped by a roadblock, and the police confiscated our katanas.
A police officer told us that we would be let off lightly, and instead of being fined, we would have to spend $1000 each in some store to help boost the local economy, and that we'd probably get most of the money back when we left.
My father bought replacement swords for us to choose from, but as a punishment(?) for losing our own, we couldn't get normal katanas. My choices were between a bizarre short-bladed scimitar sort of thing that looked like a completely impractical Gil Hibben piece, and a short sword that looked like the blade had been snapped off a few inches above the hilt, and had 4 green insect-looking pincers attached. A button on the hilt made the pincers close (complete with metallic zing noise). If the pincers drew blood from your opponent then the sword (and therefore the wielder) would know the opponent's [weakness/guilt/insecurity]. soulthing had two different swords to choose from as well, but I forgot them on waking.
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Visiting a friend who I think was mechdroid. Tall, wearing cyberish clothes and butt-length red extensions. She was excited because she'd just had her new computer...implanted? The only bit I remember was the contact lens displays, which were extremely high-res and could show transparent overlays, altering or enhancing what the user was actually looking at through them. Her apartment was very dim, and I think she'd been lonely, or getting over something. I remember her being really happy to see me, and there were strong feelings of friendship/companionship.
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Weirdass horror-comedy story with clownish demons, people getting burnt alive, car chases, and a camera that set fire to things it was used to take photos of.
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Looking at a new house to rent with a friend from work. halfway up the stairs there was a small security-door with an unlocked padlock, to "The Major/General's (some military rank) Garden." It was a tarmac-paved space with a shadecloth roof and several small trees in pots. Further upstairs was an attic room stacked floor-to-ceiling with old paperback books.
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| My first DMT experience |
[20 Jun 2004|03:53pm] |
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I still can't stop grinning every time I think about it. Perhaps I'm being a little sophomoric, but it felt a whole lot more...significant...than just a random recreational drug experience.
I want to get down as many details as I can, just to keep the memory fresh. I should have done this earlier, but here's what I still have:
Took it on the tail-end of 2 very mild pills, smoked through metal pipe; unsure of exact dosage. Crystals were sandwiched with coltsfoot to ease harshness, but still tasted like plastic and burnt my throat and lungs. Took 4 or 5 draws to finish it, effects started kicking in during the 3rd.
And how! First thing I noticed was the light from the candles in front of me becoming richer and more intense, with lines coming out from the flames, almost like when you stare at a bright light with your eyes half-closed, although mine were definitely wide open. My lungs were burning by the end, so I leant back and tried to take a deep breath, but my lungs disappeared, subsequently fading in and out for the rest of the trip, whilst my brain tried to adapt to breathing with some other sort of apparatus that evidently didn't involve my chest.
I looked at the other people across the room, and they appeared to be solid matter, but at the same time shadows of a projection from some other-dimensional reality, just as their own 2-dimensional shadows were being projected onto the wall behind them. Colours became incredibly rich, and there were semivisual patterns overlaying everything, not so much geometric as causing an impression of geometry that I couldn't quite grasp. It felt as though I was either trying to reconcile more than 3 dimensions of space into a coherent visual, or that I had suddenly developed compound eyes.
I started rocking back and forth, with my hands on my knees. I looked down at my hands, and saw that my bones and knuckles were enlarged, and my fingers elongated and (I think) clawed. They seemed reptilian, which felt related to the changes in my sight and breathing, but my skin looked soft and perfectly smooth. My feet were being enfolded by the cushion on which they were resting, and I kept feeling like I needed to burp, but then realising that the feeling was coming from somewhere above the roof of my mouth rather than my throat.
Through all this, there was a huge rush of energy, of intensity, a flood of sensory data that was simply too much for me to absorb or comprehend. I felt as though I was surrounded by 5 or 6 people or presences, that were watching me carefully and expecting something of me, an answer or insight or achievement. As cheesy as it sounds, there was something about the whole experience that felt undeniably shamanic. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if I had come to in a jungle clearing somewhere, with a tribe of half-naked lizard people dancing and chanting around me.
I'll add anything else if I remember...the whole thing lasted for about 4 or 5 minutes of me rocking backwards and forwards and gasping for breath, although it felt like 1 or 2 at the most. I was grinning my head off for at least half an hour afterwards, and have felt good ever since (apart from having to come to work on the weekend, of course).
I'd been wanting to try DMT and other psychadelics since I was 13, and this was the perfect introduction. Looking forward to new experiences...
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| Gateway Log |
[26 May 2004|12:23pm] |
Tracks 2-4 - Intro to Focus 10, Advanced Focus 10, Release and Recharge
26/05/04
08:30-10:00 EST
Focus 10 ('mind awake, body asleep') - Extremely relaxed, couldn't feel most of my body. Couldn't tell if my hands were resting on my body or at my sides. At one point felt like my right hand was twisted around into what would physically be an uncomfortable position, and the feeling only went away when I moved my hand around at the end of the exercise. Following the cues on the CD I was able to move comfortably from C1, through F3 to F10 and back again without and hassles, and was able to use self-prompting to get back to F10 again, although this was much easier when the hemi-sync signals kicked in.
REBAL (Resonant Energy Balloon) - Very similar to my natural energy bubble/shield, so this came quite easily. Could feel waves of energy around my body as I constructed it.
Release & Recharge - I was little impatient with this exercise, and will come back to it again later when I'm more in the mood. It makes use of the energy conversion box to help release fears, blockages, artificially restricting emotions etc. I'll definitely want to experiment more with this once I've become more comfortable and familiar with the Focus 10 state. When feeling for fears in the box, I found a green ball, a short stick that turned into a handful of porcupine quills, and a symbol that I'd put in the box myself to signify hopes/fears/expectations about the course itself.
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| Gateway Log |
[25 May 2004|03:36pm] |
Track 1 - Orientation
25/05/04
11:20-12:00 EST
Energy Conversion Box - basically a visualised box into which you place any fears/distractions/expectations before you begin any exercises. It's simple but was effective - I felt noticeably calmer and more at ease after doing it.
Intro to Hemi-Sync - I've already used binaural beat generators and heard other hemi-sync material so I'm familiar with the technique, but it was still cool hearing its creator's voice explain it, and after a minute or two of the tones used I was extremely relaxed and could no longer feel my hands, which were resting on my legs.
Breathing - Standard meditation exercise. Open eyes, inhale through nose, imagine taking in energy which circulates through your body. Hold for a few counts, then close eyes, exhale through mouth, imagine expelling stale dead energy with breath. Breathe normally for a few breaths and repeat.
Resonant tuning - As above, but there's Monk-like chanting tones on the CD and you're told to resonate your voice with the chanting on each exhalation. This is meant to increase your energetic intake and loosen energy blockages in your body. I found my vision got clearer and brighter during this activity; possibly due to changes in the light but I don't think so. I also noticed a distinct feeling of constriction, like a tightly wrapped bandage, around my right forearm/wrist, and a strong tingling in my right ankle, both of which faded when this sequence ended.
Focus 3 (F3) - This was...interesting. My head felt light (both in weight and illumination) and fluffy, but very clear at the same time. My thoughts felt normal, but somehow buoyed up...I can't explain it precisely, but I'm sure you get the rough idea. I felt extremely positive, and after a minute or two discovered that I could subvocalise a word, and a vibration or wave that I could feel physically, caused by the subvocalisation, would run down the length of my body. I'm pretty sure this would have some sort of function, and will have to see if I can reproduce it at a later date. I played with this until the end of the section.
Outro - countdown back to normal consciousness (C1). Came out of it feeling awake and alert, been feeling bright and chipper since, just as if I'd had a decent morning's meditation or tai chi practice.
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| Gateway |
[25 May 2004|02:30pm] |
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I've started working my way through the first Gateway set, Wave I - Discovery.
I'll be keeping a log in here, and probably posting relevant bits in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) energetics and other communities.
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| energetics lesson |
[20 Apr 2004|02:14pm] |
Last night's dream was another epic (by dream standards) tale that I unfortunately didn't write down in time and have now forgotten =/
The one part I do remember is that my sister taught me something about making an energetic shield. She pawed at the energy field around my legs like a dog digging a hole, pulling the energy further away from my skin. When she was done, I held my hand just above the skin of my thigh, but couldn't feel anything. I slowly moved my hand further away from my leg and at about 30cm was a layer of energy so condensed it felt like pulling my hand through water. Apparently, this was the sort of energy shield I should be able to create.
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| more dreams. |
[18 Apr 2004|03:45pm] |
busy night last night...
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I was in a desert valley of some sort, trying to get to house on other side of hill but but road ended. Was going to look for another way to drive/travel around it when sister-figure(?) showed up. She suggested not bothering with the roads but driving straight over the top of the hill. got in her card and she drove us over, found another road starting on the other side, and drove to the house we were meant to get to. At the house, there was a husband and wife, a girl I would guess to be n her early 20's but not their daughter, and some extras, all around that age as well. the husband and wife were gourmet chefs of some sort, and were experimenting with different foods in the kitchen. The only dish I can remember was a piece of chicken rolled up in what looked like a tortilla or something with a sprig of some herb, and tossed straight onto a hotplate. There was also a vegetarian dish of some sort, which I tried and was very impressed by, but I can't remember what it was.
A short while later the girl's mother arrived, but she was african despite the girl obviously being caucasian. She had come to stay for a few days, and apparently lived in the jungle somwhere. She was very well-spoken, with just a hint of an african accent. She was very tired (jet-lagged?) and it was quite late at night so I showed her the guest-room she was meant to be staying in.
The girl's younger brother arrived now, in late teens and done up very 80's-cool, with slicked hair and Ray-Bans that were too big for him. He was oddly stereotypical, all catchphrases/random innuendo etc.
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Dream skipped to a meeting a small room somewhere, a classroom or community hall or something, with folding wooden chairs and a blackboard up on one wall. The attendees were some sort of religious splinter group, and the leader, a grey-haired woman probably in her late 50's, was explaining that a demon had gotten loose and was going to infect a human. I was getting very clear images in my head as she explained - The demon would infect/posses one person, who would become a carrier. Their skin would decay and incredibly intense beams of light would shine out of the parts where the skin came off. The light was fatal to anyone it touched. The carrier would have to be caught and 'dealt with' before they hurt anyone else. For some reason I objected to the measures proposed (unsure of what they were now) as I felt it was unfairly harsh to the carrier, who would be an innocent victim. I told the leader that I wanted my status as a conscientious objector recognised. She said something along the lines of "I understand, but no. We can't compromise on this. If you can't handle doing it then I will myself. There's too much at stake here."
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Short scene - we had found the demon somewhere in a city and we were trying to corner and catch it like an animal. It growled and lashed out and knocked people over, and eventually escaped, stealing a car at some point.
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The girl and brother from the first bit were sitting outside at a city coffee shop. He was wearing a very stiff khaki military officers' uniform with an impressive collection of medals on the breast (I thought this was odd, as he couldn't have been older than 18), and a very large pair of Ray-Bans that were way too big for his face and made him look even more childlike. The girl asked him about another pair of sunglasses that were in his breast pocket (this pair had three lenses, like some sort of novelty gag) and he replied that it was the only pair he'd never lost, and was special.
While they were talking, the leader of the splinter group, dressed in robes of rough beige and brown fabric, came up behind him and grabbed his right arm, pressing a small pellet that that looked like burning camphor or ash into the palm of his hand. It went out with a hiss and a curl of smoke rose from his hand. He realised something was up and started to look around, but the woman moved to his left side, grabbed his other arm and did the same thing. He stood up staggered away from the table, and started to scream, holding his hands out to each side (not quite crucifiction-style, but close), then suddenly his hands were enveloped in a bottle-green gelatinous-looking substance that quickly expanded to cover his entire body, and he fell over. Someone (a child) tried to touch him and received an electric shock from the substance, someone else yelled at them to get back because it was dangerous.
The leader explained that he'd been infected, but the substance would hold him in stasis so that the light couldn't get out. I was worried because it was semitransparent and light could pass through it, but she was acting as though the danger was contained. Several other acolytes came over and picked up his body, taking it to a car, whilst she told me about the chase, and I had a flash back to a car chase trying to catch the demon, either before or just after the scene where we almost caught it.
*** 2:
Very disjointed dream, I was in a city that would grow giant rock fists out of the ground to grab and contain objects that were curses/evil. I had to drive around the city at breakneck speeds, finding new fists and destroying the curses that they had caught.
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At my ex-girlfriend's house with her family. Her baby brother came up to me and said softly, "I have something to tell you, but not here, it's a secret," and looked around at the others in the room. I got up to go outside with him so that he could tell me, but woke up before we found somewhere.
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| dreams from the past few nights |
[15 Apr 2004|07:01pm] |
Very vivid, but of course I didn't write any of them down in time...so here are a few bits that I can remember...
...A young boy brings me to the gate of a large estate, and I know or he tells me that I've created it in my mind - it's some sort of physical representation of my psyche. I don't have time to explore much, but there's a small garden shed near the gate, with a carefully manicured, egg-shaped topiary bush/tree next to it. I pull a leaf from the tree, bite off half of it and start chewing on it. I open the door of the shed and go inside; it's dark but I can make out a few gardening implements. The leaf I'm chewing tastes bitter and I try to spit it out, but I have a hard time getting all the bits out of my mouth...
...I'm outside my house (fictional location) with another boy (no one I recognise, but in the dream we're friends). We see 4 cute girls walk past, and he says he's going to go and talk to them, which seems out of character for him. He manages to get them to come over and talk to us, but then he has to go home. They're going out to a club or something, but it's early in the evening and i persuade them to come inside and watch a movie. I go inside and for some reason decide to have a shower. Once I'm done I remember that the girls are still waiting outside and come back out; to my surprise, they're still there. I check to see if the loungeroom is being used, but my mother is cleaning it (somewhat manically) and all the furniture is stacked up against the walls. I help her clean briefly but realise the lounge isn't going to be usable for ages so I go back outside to the girls; dream ends...
...sitting on a sofa with a girl I don't recognise. Strong feelings of getting with someone for the first time sort of excitement and evidently it's mutual...both of us getting horny and trying not to be too obvious about it...Later, in bed, going down on her...Woke up around there, incredibly horny...
...driving a large white SUV through narrow winding streets. Quite a lot of traffic, but slow, laid back, very peaceful. Aware that I haven't learnt how to drive and don't have a license, so I'm careful not to get into an accident or anything in case I get in trouble...at one point, a scene of a small dirt parking lot/cul-de-sac with trees grown around it.
...dropping a pill in the middle of the day. Feeling mischievous and excited, waiting for it to come on...
...Lucas sitting in the background of one of my dreams, smiling and watching me. I only realise it was him after I wake up...
There are others, just below the surface of my recall...*sigh* oh well, I'm sure there'll be more.
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[02 Apr 2004|03:09pm] |
I am at a workmate, Daniel's place - he lived in his parents' basement. He's asian, but his parents in the dream were caucasian. the dream began with him doing martial arts exercises in his room. There was a floor-lamp in the room that was so bright it was obscuring everything except him, and the rest of the room looked black, like when you shine a torch in your eyes at night and can't see anything else. I held my hand up to shield my eyes from it and suddenly I could see the rest of the room. I remember it being a bit sparse, with concrete floor/walls. there was a small bed with some plush toys on it.
We go upstairs, and say hi to his mother, who is preparing lunch, as we pass through the kitchen. we leave the house and go into a huge backyard. Daniel climbs into the driver's seat of a black truck/van with a bunch of people sitting in it. They drive off and I walk on behind. A few hundred metres later I get to an outdoor concert. The van is in the middle of the crowd in front of the stage. I make my way over through the crowd, but don't notice that I'm alongside the van until Daniel calls my name. Dream ends.
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