Miles calls PF out, takes off shirt and is ready to throw it down in the street. PF makes excuses ("You're four feet tall...") but eventually gets into it. I just watch, not feeling any responsibility. Miles is dangerously built, though somewhat strangely, and swinging like the boxer he was. PF is backing up away from his swings. Soon some kind of farm combine is used by PF for attack, and tractors and cars start to enter the picture. Later, Miles is in the back seat of a car driven by friends and they are tearing up my parents' lawn and the neighbors' where the fight took place. I go by the parked car window and plead, saying it's not my parents' fault. Miles is eventually a white female in the backseat, I think. Eventually my parents get home; I forget the rest.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
The Revenge of Miles Davis
Long dream involving PF, eventually on my parents' lawn. Miles Davis is there - PF makes an insulting reference to James Brown in front of Miles, and Miles is furious. There is seen an old black & white photo of James Brown, and Miles (early 1960's era) is shown in the crowd trying to get close to him, like a real fanatic.
Friday, September 03, 2004
The Attacker, the Policeman, and the Conscious Dream Communication
Sequence where I am walking at night; parents nearby with car. Someone starts walking with me, seems to think I'm someone else - someone he wants to kill. We are walking briskly as he threatens; seems deadly. At some point, somehow, he actually kicks me in the head while walking. There is no desire to fight him (or hope of winning.) Hope to draw him away from my parents. He fears being caught, eventually fleeing past an old policeman into a subway station. The old man pretty much lets him run by. I am very angry at this; cop makes belligerent excuses. I'm walking by and mutter vulgar insults about police department. My father arrives, oddly in full police uniform, but he is also upset. He chalks it up to the idea that "men join the force all eager to be policemen but then they stock up the higher ranks with liberals" i.e. this old man who let criminal go.
At an earlier point, massive fight with my father at parents' house - I am told to move out. It takes me a moment to remember I don't live there any more anyway, and I feel better after loudly reminding everyone of this.
There is another sequence where I am suddenly completely aware I'm dreaming. Everything feels very real - matter seems to have real substance. I'm on a dark top floor of an old city building. I open the window - the handle feels quite real strangely, and resembles school classroom window. It is dreary outside. I shout something (I forget what) out the window to announce my dream-awareness and I note it comes out slightly garbled - implying it is difficult to make conscious acts in the dream world. I am quickly thinking of what dreams I wish to have, since I am now in control, mind turns to certain people and dream ends.
At an earlier point, massive fight with my father at parents' house - I am told to move out. It takes me a moment to remember I don't live there any more anyway, and I feel better after loudly reminding everyone of this.
There is another sequence where I am suddenly completely aware I'm dreaming. Everything feels very real - matter seems to have real substance. I'm on a dark top floor of an old city building. I open the window - the handle feels quite real strangely, and resembles school classroom window. It is dreary outside. I shout something (I forget what) out the window to announce my dream-awareness and I note it comes out slightly garbled - implying it is difficult to make conscious acts in the dream world. I am quickly thinking of what dreams I wish to have, since I am now in control, mind turns to certain people and dream ends.
Abandoned France Trip / The Defeatery Eatery
Possibly at parents' house about to embark on family trip to France. Print-out plane tickets resemble movie tickets. Last minute, I've decided not to go.
Previous night, dream Maryann has slept over at my parents' house; holds cat in downstairs hallway in strange manner. Later, vaguely humorous phrase "Defeatery Eatery" comes into play, possibly as bizarre song lyric, or joke name for some sort of (depressing) indie coffeehouse.
Previous night, dream Maryann has slept over at my parents' house; holds cat in downstairs hallway in strange manner. Later, vaguely humorous phrase "Defeatery Eatery" comes into play, possibly as bizarre song lyric, or joke name for some sort of (depressing) indie coffeehouse.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Strange Markings / Jeff Buckley & Elliott Smith
At some point, my mother has strange markings on both of her arms from an injury.
Towards the end of the dream, I'm actually hanging out in a basement with Jeff Buckley and Elliott Smith. (Do I listen to their music too much?) I'm extremely excited, and say it out loud, and we are all strapping on electric guitars to jam.
Friday, August 27, 2004
McQuade
Only the end is remembered, in a hallway, cross between office building and school, PM is walking down all towards me. I hope to explain myself, but he is surprised and holding back a great deal of anger. He glowers, doesn't say a word, exits hall.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Sister's Vacation / Half-Dreaming / Dream Communication
Only end of dream remembered. Parents wondering where sister wants to go on vacation. They are hoping the answer is simply my parents' house. Sister has other ideas; San Diego, Chicago. I wonder out loud why they would go to Chicago. In one part of the dream, my sister's family unit and members are represented by a simple symbol on a page, somewhere between a graph-like picture and ancient hieroglyphics.
Harder to differentiate dreams from reality recently. Very vivid dreams that seem to blur into real life or vice versa. I was walking into the front door of my apartment building and there was a girl there on the phone holding the door open. I'm not sure when this happened or if it was a dream or reality. Another time, recently, while in bed, I thought there were spider webs at the end of the bed, so I stuffed the covers there between the foot of the bed and the dresser and went back to sleep. When I awoke the covers were still stuffed there, but I doubt there were ever any webs. In a half-sleep state I may have imagined the webs and physically pushed the cover down.
Last night, while in bed in that state between waking and sleeping, half-dreaming, I felt I was able to tap into a network of telepathy between people. A sort of invisible multiple party line. I curiously sought out certain friend's mental doors in the void. I got a lot of wrong numbers instead; a lot of other strangers out there clogging the network with requests for responses. I would not say I literally heard voices, as the experience let me fully realize what a sixth sense might actually mean and feel like - it's something, by definition, you can't describe using the other senses i.e. hearing. A sense of something that just happens and you react to it immediately, as if with the sense of touch, someone tapped you on the shoulder. Something you just instantly know like other sense experiences i.e. without any conscious thought process.
Harder to differentiate dreams from reality recently. Very vivid dreams that seem to blur into real life or vice versa. I was walking into the front door of my apartment building and there was a girl there on the phone holding the door open. I'm not sure when this happened or if it was a dream or reality. Another time, recently, while in bed, I thought there were spider webs at the end of the bed, so I stuffed the covers there between the foot of the bed and the dresser and went back to sleep. When I awoke the covers were still stuffed there, but I doubt there were ever any webs. In a half-sleep state I may have imagined the webs and physically pushed the cover down.
Last night, while in bed in that state between waking and sleeping, half-dreaming, I felt I was able to tap into a network of telepathy between people. A sort of invisible multiple party line. I curiously sought out certain friend's mental doors in the void. I got a lot of wrong numbers instead; a lot of other strangers out there clogging the network with requests for responses. I would not say I literally heard voices, as the experience let me fully realize what a sixth sense might actually mean and feel like - it's something, by definition, you can't describe using the other senses i.e. hearing. A sense of something that just happens and you react to it immediately, as if with the sense of touch, someone tapped you on the shoulder. Something you just instantly know like other sense experiences i.e. without any conscious thought process.
Monday, August 09, 2004
Happy Song of the Giant Spider / The Siege
This follows a recent dream where I was chased relentlessly by a swarm of bees.
And another recent dream where I am chased through my parents' house by a large monster that is eventually a giant spider. In the upstairs back bathroom, the window leads unto the deck; I'm slicing at monster appendages thrusting through the door. I climb out window to deck, fly down steps, race towards side back fence. Glancing back to see if Giant Spider has caught the trail - not just yet; I'm thinking Giant Spider won't go outdoors, esp. in broad daylight. Over fence. Eventually see that Giant Spider not only has indeed come out in broad daylight to chase me, but is so comfortably pleased with the situation that it is singing a happy little song to itself, about how much it enjoys running in backyards. The song's lyrics refers to its vocalist as a "junkyard dog" at some point.
Last night's dream, in some building, held captive, some people are going through killing everyone. I'm able to hide in a room with a weapon (fireplace poker.) Woman comes in, we struggle, she is surprised I can fend her off. Wedging her skull sideways between poker and wall; someone is coming. I don't want to hurt her, until I realize if I don't, I'm going to die. Slight crushing of her skull then I exit via other door. Look out second floor window, similar to parents' house but different; judge to see if I could slide down roof. Eventually make way to back bathroom (as in Spider dream) and get out that same way again. My father is running towards me from back fence. He is also trying to stop me, but he also describes some food and drink that is placed somewhere in the back, that I could in theory grab some of while running, but he is unable to show me the exact spot. We are on the verge of making a deal to "break" for dinner but I am highly skeptical of this idea at this point in time.
And another recent dream where I am chased through my parents' house by a large monster that is eventually a giant spider. In the upstairs back bathroom, the window leads unto the deck; I'm slicing at monster appendages thrusting through the door. I climb out window to deck, fly down steps, race towards side back fence. Glancing back to see if Giant Spider has caught the trail - not just yet; I'm thinking Giant Spider won't go outdoors, esp. in broad daylight. Over fence. Eventually see that Giant Spider not only has indeed come out in broad daylight to chase me, but is so comfortably pleased with the situation that it is singing a happy little song to itself, about how much it enjoys running in backyards. The song's lyrics refers to its vocalist as a "junkyard dog" at some point.
Last night's dream, in some building, held captive, some people are going through killing everyone. I'm able to hide in a room with a weapon (fireplace poker.) Woman comes in, we struggle, she is surprised I can fend her off. Wedging her skull sideways between poker and wall; someone is coming. I don't want to hurt her, until I realize if I don't, I'm going to die. Slight crushing of her skull then I exit via other door. Look out second floor window, similar to parents' house but different; judge to see if I could slide down roof. Eventually make way to back bathroom (as in Spider dream) and get out that same way again. My father is running towards me from back fence. He is also trying to stop me, but he also describes some food and drink that is placed somewhere in the back, that I could in theory grab some of while running, but he is unable to show me the exact spot. We are on the verge of making a deal to "break" for dinner but I am highly skeptical of this idea at this point in time.
Monday, July 26, 2004
WTC / Cell Phone Anomalies / Subterranean Dwellers
A very long bizarre sequence that had a different energy than usual; more "real." Walking down a city street with a group of people (family/friends.) Someone has some strange powder...I ingest some. I experience an unreal feeling yet am still present. I remark how now "all I can hear are the people talking on the top of the World Trade Center. " Although in the dream, the buildings are still standing, and the people up there are just conversing, I realize this remark may be somewhat disturbing, so I quickly change it to refer to the Empire State Building. Regardless, the idea is that somehow my perceptions are heightened, so that I can hear over great distance.
We enter some other previously unknown area/dimension of Earth, underground settlements of relatively hi-tech construction (i.e. steel) populated by humanoid creatures who all look identical. It is hard to describe them except to say their upper halves are fleshy yet distended/distorted, but each is identically shaped to the others. They move around more like unthinking antibodies in a system than intelligent individual people. At some point my father is taken into another area for questioning or something. On a bus, I have my cell phone; try to get help. Somehow my cousin's number is already speed dialed, so I figure that might do, but putting the phone to my ear, I hear every conversation he and I ever had on that phone, going on all at once. So it is not of any help, though it is momentarily fascinating.
Generally, there is a real sense of passing into another world from which there is no returning. Later, there is another reference to "a top of a building", which I note at the time as both odd and portentous.
We enter some other previously unknown area/dimension of Earth, underground settlements of relatively hi-tech construction (i.e. steel) populated by humanoid creatures who all look identical. It is hard to describe them except to say their upper halves are fleshy yet distended/distorted, but each is identically shaped to the others. They move around more like unthinking antibodies in a system than intelligent individual people. At some point my father is taken into another area for questioning or something. On a bus, I have my cell phone; try to get help. Somehow my cousin's number is already speed dialed, so I figure that might do, but putting the phone to my ear, I hear every conversation he and I ever had on that phone, going on all at once. So it is not of any help, though it is momentarily fascinating.
Generally, there is a real sense of passing into another world from which there is no returning. Later, there is another reference to "a top of a building", which I note at the time as both odd and portentous.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Moviehouse Fireball / Guitar Repair Desk / The Hit
Long, earliest part forgotten, though at some point later during the dream, I recounted the whole earlier part in my head.
In a theater with parents and sister, possibly others. Huge fireball, raging fire on other side of theater in small, windowed room adjacent. Immediately we get up to flee out other side exit. We escape, I'm checking my pockets to find that somehow I've lost my wallet and my phone. In car, I'm upset about this, but then later I check pockets again to find that they are back.
In some sort of bustling office building lobby, there's a triangular counter that people line up and clamor around. I have the Hamer guitar with me - was supposedly repaired there, but there is still a buzzing problem so I've brought it back. When I finally get up to an older lady working, I explain the problem, showing the paper I needed to wedge under the G string (I notice nothing under the high E - this all is from reality, gigs last weekend, but different guitar.) She agrees and I hand over the guitar, she says it will be ready...and I jump in "today?" but she's saying "tomorrow." I'm non-plussed, then she says they'll charge me again ($80?) and I'm outraged. Yelling aloud and such, "ridiculous." But doesn't help. A strange hippie type, blond haired security guard kid comes to stand near me. I picture the head of the company (SK?) and consider calling him, but don't have the number, consider calling KK to get it.
Eventually the room clears a bit, generally the story and place changes. There's a message for me that someone wants to see me downstairs. I begin to descend the large, high, open circular staircase cautiously - bad feeling about this. I see some characters from the past. I reach the bottom. Some people see me and signal to someone sitting out of view - bad feeling about this, feel like I'm getting marked. Eventually it's EH and RG that approach me, but I'm backing up the stairs to top. EH looks severely beaten, prison-style, but ironically remarks that I "look good". Possibly sarcastic, fore-shadowing. Top of stairs. EH seems to have RG under his control out of fear, tells RG to take it out and do it or he'll be killed. RG pulls out gun and immediately fires at me a few times, hitting me as I try to run. I must be hit at least 7-8 times. Definitely not going to survive this experience, I start thinking about forgiveness, maybe verbally forgiving RG for doing whatever he was forced to do, since there's no way out for me. Close up shot in the chest - death. I'm seeing it from an outside perspective, body is somewhat decomposed, but cleanly.
Credits roll. Watching the credits, I see option to start again when I'm ready, i.e. next life. I choose other option and wake up.
In a theater with parents and sister, possibly others. Huge fireball, raging fire on other side of theater in small, windowed room adjacent. Immediately we get up to flee out other side exit. We escape, I'm checking my pockets to find that somehow I've lost my wallet and my phone. In car, I'm upset about this, but then later I check pockets again to find that they are back.
In some sort of bustling office building lobby, there's a triangular counter that people line up and clamor around. I have the Hamer guitar with me - was supposedly repaired there, but there is still a buzzing problem so I've brought it back. When I finally get up to an older lady working, I explain the problem, showing the paper I needed to wedge under the G string (I notice nothing under the high E - this all is from reality, gigs last weekend, but different guitar.) She agrees and I hand over the guitar, she says it will be ready...and I jump in "today?" but she's saying "tomorrow." I'm non-plussed, then she says they'll charge me again ($80?) and I'm outraged. Yelling aloud and such, "ridiculous." But doesn't help. A strange hippie type, blond haired security guard kid comes to stand near me. I picture the head of the company (SK?) and consider calling him, but don't have the number, consider calling KK to get it.
Eventually the room clears a bit, generally the story and place changes. There's a message for me that someone wants to see me downstairs. I begin to descend the large, high, open circular staircase cautiously - bad feeling about this. I see some characters from the past. I reach the bottom. Some people see me and signal to someone sitting out of view - bad feeling about this, feel like I'm getting marked. Eventually it's EH and RG that approach me, but I'm backing up the stairs to top. EH looks severely beaten, prison-style, but ironically remarks that I "look good". Possibly sarcastic, fore-shadowing. Top of stairs. EH seems to have RG under his control out of fear, tells RG to take it out and do it or he'll be killed. RG pulls out gun and immediately fires at me a few times, hitting me as I try to run. I must be hit at least 7-8 times. Definitely not going to survive this experience, I start thinking about forgiveness, maybe verbally forgiving RG for doing whatever he was forced to do, since there's no way out for me. Close up shot in the chest - death. I'm seeing it from an outside perspective, body is somewhat decomposed, but cleanly.
Credits roll. Watching the credits, I see option to start again when I'm ready, i.e. next life. I choose other option and wake up.
Relevant Quotes
"The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind." - Franz Kafka
"Overall, dreams are not very marketable. Experienced during sleep, they’re one of the few human activities left that can’t be bought or sold. " - Norman Solomon
"Overall, dreams are not very marketable. Experienced during sleep, they’re one of the few human activities left that can’t be bought or sold. " - Norman Solomon
Friday, July 02, 2004
Jeff Buckley
Recently thought about a old dream that the late Jeff Buckley featured in, so it does not surprise that he featured heavily in this one.
Hanging out with Jeff and an unidentified female, at night, first in a parking lot, then staying over in this combined museum/house. Buckley has a lot of energy, occasionally somewhat childish, expecting others to cater (literally, at one point demanding a special breakfast meal) to his whims, but overall the mood of the dream is really light-hearted and playful. We are having a care-free blast, pulling pranks on the female and acting frantic - like an adolescent sugar rush.
Hanging out with Jeff and an unidentified female, at night, first in a parking lot, then staying over in this combined museum/house. Buckley has a lot of energy, occasionally somewhat childish, expecting others to cater (literally, at one point demanding a special breakfast meal) to his whims, but overall the mood of the dream is really light-hearted and playful. We are having a care-free blast, pulling pranks on the female and acting frantic - like an adolescent sugar rush.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Concentration Camp
In some type of fenced in concentration camp, sitting on ground with others, tense, trying to hide something from officers. One catches me, threatens me with pair of scissors at neck. Says he's killed a prisoner(musician?) with one blow, threatens to do the same.
Later somehow we are all exiting; family is there, going to car at curb. I forget something and take too long coming out - I'm surprised how much I'm able to salvage of my former stuff from the camp experience. Sister in backseat window, saying we are going to miss the last ferry at 2pm.
We get to some type of station, someone references that there used to be a cemetery here, but I see they moved all the little plaques to a little cardboard box across the street propped on a skinny post. It is unclear if the coffins were also moved or not.
Later somehow we are all exiting; family is there, going to car at curb. I forget something and take too long coming out - I'm surprised how much I'm able to salvage of my former stuff from the camp experience. Sister in backseat window, saying we are going to miss the last ferry at 2pm.
We get to some type of station, someone references that there used to be a cemetery here, but I see they moved all the little plaques to a little cardboard box across the street propped on a skinny post. It is unclear if the coffins were also moved or not.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Human Tower / Israeli Girl / Roller Coaster / Asleep at the Wheel
Earliest part I remember is being in the audience at some assembly/concert in CHS auditorium. At times, I appear to be in a balcony. Some teachers come out and attempt to create a human tower: standing on each others' shoulders in order to nearly reach the ceiling. They almost make it (four teachers high) but then sway and fall forward. Audience is breathless, but fall is silent and graceful, teachers fall as if lifeless and flexible; but they're ok. There is a little girl behind me who has her back to me who begins to play a role in the story.
At some point I'm driving around with the little girl (age 7-9?) as she has possibly gotten separated from her parents and I'm trying to help her. She begins talking about how Israel is right, in that "it's not [the Palestinians'] land!" She's speaking loudly out of a sunroof, and we seem to be stopping at a Nazi checkpoint so I begin to worry and tell her to be quiet.
Eventually she is missing and I'm without the car. I'm near the water, asking some people who live nearby for help/directions. I have a general feeling of comfort with this area and these people. I'm trying to plot the quickest way to get back to a certain road. At some point, an "atom bomb" is referred to.
There is another sequence where I'm in a combination railroad car/roller coaster, feeling very anxious. I realize the root of my anxiety is that, out the front window, I cannot see the bottom due to the extreme decline (we are high up, roller-coaster style.) I try and reassure myself that this is ok, i.e. just because I can't see the bottom doesn't mean trouble.
At some point, I'm suddenly driving in the car on a mostly-empty highway, which I recognize at the time doesn't make sense, since I thought I was on a train. I realize I must have been sleeping and dreaming, while driving, and I'm amazed but also panicked that I've survived driving while sleeping for who knows how long. Where am I? I try to take control of the vehicle, but some strong unseen force seems to guide it over to the left and everything slowly fades to black.
At some point I'm driving around with the little girl (age 7-9?) as she has possibly gotten separated from her parents and I'm trying to help her. She begins talking about how Israel is right, in that "it's not [the Palestinians'] land!" She's speaking loudly out of a sunroof, and we seem to be stopping at a Nazi checkpoint so I begin to worry and tell her to be quiet.
Eventually she is missing and I'm without the car. I'm near the water, asking some people who live nearby for help/directions. I have a general feeling of comfort with this area and these people. I'm trying to plot the quickest way to get back to a certain road. At some point, an "atom bomb" is referred to.
There is another sequence where I'm in a combination railroad car/roller coaster, feeling very anxious. I realize the root of my anxiety is that, out the front window, I cannot see the bottom due to the extreme decline (we are high up, roller-coaster style.) I try and reassure myself that this is ok, i.e. just because I can't see the bottom doesn't mean trouble.
At some point, I'm suddenly driving in the car on a mostly-empty highway, which I recognize at the time doesn't make sense, since I thought I was on a train. I realize I must have been sleeping and dreaming, while driving, and I'm amazed but also panicked that I've survived driving while sleeping for who knows how long. Where am I? I try to take control of the vehicle, but some strong unseen force seems to guide it over to the left and everything slowly fades to black.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
The Backup Singers with Fake Beards / Computer Canvas
Trying to catch up here, and note some interesting dreams over the last few weeks...
Setting up at some kind of club show, with a band. Band includes PJF with lots of old gear i.e. Roland D-50. Someone (sound guy) wants to sound check, but holds guitar and changes amp settings. I'm getting increasingly upset. Breaking point reached and "I'm out", not doing show, I say. RH is there, sitting, very upset, saying if I pull out this time I'll never get another gig. I'm unmoved. Show starts. I'm sitting with PJF on some long vinyl couches near stage - stage is nice, good sound system. PJF voices my regret, asks if maybe we can still play a set. I'm negative, I believe it's too late in the evening.
Band is playing, and they have some cavalcade of girls coming from a side entrance to join them on stage: back-up singers. Supposed to be attractive, but they come out and they are older, acne-riddled, pock-marked, rosacea etc. Two of them are particularly old and short and sport bad auburn colored fake beards on their faces, long as if they are wigs.
Another sequence where I'm in some kind of art class that BP is running, and I haven't been there in a while, and that's my excuse why I didn't bring some new brushes/materials. I watch someone near me drawing/painting, and they seem to be able to manipulate the image digitally at the same time, like the canvas has a computer type interface at the bottom.
Setting up at some kind of club show, with a band. Band includes PJF with lots of old gear i.e. Roland D-50. Someone (sound guy) wants to sound check, but holds guitar and changes amp settings. I'm getting increasingly upset. Breaking point reached and "I'm out", not doing show, I say. RH is there, sitting, very upset, saying if I pull out this time I'll never get another gig. I'm unmoved. Show starts. I'm sitting with PJF on some long vinyl couches near stage - stage is nice, good sound system. PJF voices my regret, asks if maybe we can still play a set. I'm negative, I believe it's too late in the evening.
Band is playing, and they have some cavalcade of girls coming from a side entrance to join them on stage: back-up singers. Supposed to be attractive, but they come out and they are older, acne-riddled, pock-marked, rosacea etc. Two of them are particularly old and short and sport bad auburn colored fake beards on their faces, long as if they are wigs.
Another sequence where I'm in some kind of art class that BP is running, and I haven't been there in a while, and that's my excuse why I didn't bring some new brushes/materials. I watch someone near me drawing/painting, and they seem to be able to manipulate the image digitally at the same time, like the canvas has a computer type interface at the bottom.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Reality TV Haircut / Batman the Musical
Starts off, I'm on some type of reality makeover show, have been given new awkward haircut (or even more awkward than current.) I'm sitting around on a couch, when I'm suddenly embarassed to realize that 4-5 mirrors on opposite wall likely have cameras behind them - not sure what I've said and done and if it will now air on tv.
Later, going to the movies with my parents. Large theater, seat sections are broken up and scattered. For example, there is an area I consider that is just one single file of chairs facing the screen/stage, so we would sit behind one another instead of adjacent. Eventually we sit somewhere else.
What transpires on stage/screen is sort nothing less than Batman the musical. It's a combination of filmed moments from the 1989 film and re-enactments on stage. This becomes a musical with an entirely different plot; a singing family has one sibling who can't really sing. They are all in their late 30's and the bad singing brother is the least attractive also, though it's close. He sings some lines in the group badly. Oddly, this doesn't feel like the famous Brady Bunch episode where Peter's voice is cracking, I only make that connection much later after waking.
There is more but currently forgotten.
Later, going to the movies with my parents. Large theater, seat sections are broken up and scattered. For example, there is an area I consider that is just one single file of chairs facing the screen/stage, so we would sit behind one another instead of adjacent. Eventually we sit somewhere else.
What transpires on stage/screen is sort nothing less than Batman the musical. It's a combination of filmed moments from the 1989 film and re-enactments on stage. This becomes a musical with an entirely different plot; a singing family has one sibling who can't really sing. They are all in their late 30's and the bad singing brother is the least attractive also, though it's close. He sings some lines in the group badly. Oddly, this doesn't feel like the famous Brady Bunch episode where Peter's voice is cracking, I only make that connection much later after waking.
There is more but currently forgotten.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
A Bad Show / Middle Eastern Firing Squad / Death Experience
I'm part of some big concert show being put on in this large mansion/school auditorium; kids in audience. It's being badly run by a bunch of teenage girls. I'm up the staircase when I hear through the closed curtain that I might be on next. I ask a girl and she confirms this is likely true. I move out to the stage area...well lit, rug, indoorsy feel. I'm hooking up the pedals, though I hear a guitar loop going before I've plugged in the DOD. There are some problems, the loop stops, the curtain opens, I'm not ready. My strap is in sticky tape tatters, it and myself are scattered with some sort of styrofoam; strap doesn't work. CW and AM come up to try and help me get it together. The audience is smaller than I thought before. I realize DY might have a strap backstage. I turn to look and see that back there, at least two people separately (including BL) are repeatedly replaying some embarassing video footage of me and a mirror having a wardrobe malfunction of a sort rarely seen in the waking state (this happened earlier that day in dream.) I get upset and decide right then to walk off and not play the show.
Soon I'm circling around this giant house gathering up my stuff to leave; it takes a while. Encounter with DY in sunglasses; I bring up incident and he turns viciously quiet. I'm gathering up stuff, they happen to be sharp weapons, feels fortuitous, includes my pocket knife and possibly some garden or kitchen tools.
DY sitting at table. A few scenes overlap here. Something about a long journey up a wall. Something about the assassination of a foreign world leader. I'm leaving the house (though I'm back inside shortly) to see the procession of leader's widow and her entourage - I accidentally don't hold the door for her, sign of disrespect. Some other vision overlaps regarding Israel and Palestine and outbreak of nuclear hostilities. I'm reading the paper, amazed and horrified, having been aware of possibilities but disbelieving people would ever be so insane to do it. I realize if there were time, myself and others would go there to forcibly keep peace.
Somehow this impending catastrophe is connected with the indoor execution by a circular firing squad of a man - who may be me and/or CJ or CK but regardless I'm connected, though watching from outside the circle. I'm hoping somehow, due to impending world war, they'll give condemned man a break. They do not - shots and blood, head comes apart.
My consciousness has few moments left before death, firing squad dissolves. Two secondary entities make themselves known before also dissipating - twirling away leaving behind dull multi-colored shrouds. One is some type of "angel", the other represents the "Muse" or art and music inspiration embodied. I have a few seconds left. I decide not to lay down and give up my soul spirit where the executed man's body is, I want to lay and die where the Muse left her shroud behind - feels right and relatively comforting.
I'm on my back ready to give up the ghost. Eyes darken, I see a strange symbol that resembles two swords hanging with hilts on top, hilts touching. Also resembles two crosses side by side. Intoxication feeling, spinning. Strange swirls and then an incredible feeling of dying. Conviction: "I've been through this before, it always feels like this." Feeling is intense but not painful. Deep memory of past death experiences. Profound experience. I hear music, people singing, I try to remember and sing along but I forget the melody now. The words however, sort of say something similar to "he (meaning me) will not be reborn/awakened until called upon by God." I know this feeling, I have been on this threshold countless times before. I'm not afraid but for some reason I do feel the need to come back to earth reality. I try to wake up, open eyes, feel face, with only a little success. I grow a little more desperate.
I eventually do "wake up" in a new version of the original mansion, which is now partially my parents' house. I go to tell my mother what happened. I sense that the beds have strange energies which caused me to have such an intense dream. I'm amazed my parents haven't been through this. I have to explain mess from concert after-party and tell story of my humiliation on stage. My mother mentions that she might have preferred not to be bothered, and refers to "tatto", which she explains refers to her two days off in a row. It is 1:45 pm in the dream and she is just waking up, which is odd.
(In reality it is about 5am.) Cat (Rogue/Kitty/Catsu) is under headboard.
Soon I'm circling around this giant house gathering up my stuff to leave; it takes a while. Encounter with DY in sunglasses; I bring up incident and he turns viciously quiet. I'm gathering up stuff, they happen to be sharp weapons, feels fortuitous, includes my pocket knife and possibly some garden or kitchen tools.
DY sitting at table. A few scenes overlap here. Something about a long journey up a wall. Something about the assassination of a foreign world leader. I'm leaving the house (though I'm back inside shortly) to see the procession of leader's widow and her entourage - I accidentally don't hold the door for her, sign of disrespect. Some other vision overlaps regarding Israel and Palestine and outbreak of nuclear hostilities. I'm reading the paper, amazed and horrified, having been aware of possibilities but disbelieving people would ever be so insane to do it. I realize if there were time, myself and others would go there to forcibly keep peace.
Somehow this impending catastrophe is connected with the indoor execution by a circular firing squad of a man - who may be me and/or CJ or CK but regardless I'm connected, though watching from outside the circle. I'm hoping somehow, due to impending world war, they'll give condemned man a break. They do not - shots and blood, head comes apart.
My consciousness has few moments left before death, firing squad dissolves. Two secondary entities make themselves known before also dissipating - twirling away leaving behind dull multi-colored shrouds. One is some type of "angel", the other represents the "Muse" or art and music inspiration embodied. I have a few seconds left. I decide not to lay down and give up my soul spirit where the executed man's body is, I want to lay and die where the Muse left her shroud behind - feels right and relatively comforting.
I'm on my back ready to give up the ghost. Eyes darken, I see a strange symbol that resembles two swords hanging with hilts on top, hilts touching. Also resembles two crosses side by side. Intoxication feeling, spinning. Strange swirls and then an incredible feeling of dying. Conviction: "I've been through this before, it always feels like this." Feeling is intense but not painful. Deep memory of past death experiences. Profound experience. I hear music, people singing, I try to remember and sing along but I forget the melody now. The words however, sort of say something similar to "he (meaning me) will not be reborn/awakened until called upon by God." I know this feeling, I have been on this threshold countless times before. I'm not afraid but for some reason I do feel the need to come back to earth reality. I try to wake up, open eyes, feel face, with only a little success. I grow a little more desperate.
I eventually do "wake up" in a new version of the original mansion, which is now partially my parents' house. I go to tell my mother what happened. I sense that the beds have strange energies which caused me to have such an intense dream. I'm amazed my parents haven't been through this. I have to explain mess from concert after-party and tell story of my humiliation on stage. My mother mentions that she might have preferred not to be bothered, and refers to "tatto", which she explains refers to her two days off in a row. It is 1:45 pm in the dream and she is just waking up, which is odd.
(In reality it is about 5am.) Cat (Rogue/Kitty/Catsu) is under headboard.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
The Supermarket Humilations
NOTE: this dream and journal entry took place the night before the dream described above.
Not much of interest, but want to keep this going...I'm in some type of supermarket with JD, a kid takes my cap and wears it as he walks away, goofing. I decide to let it slide for now. Cap gets passed around, becomes my 35mm camera, so I leap across table/frozen food island and grab camera from girl snapping photos, though I'm interested to see what develops. (Sorry.) Later I'm at the checkout, opening and gorging on a bag of crunchy cheese doodles before the receipt is even printed, stopping all line activity.
Not much of interest, but want to keep this going...I'm in some type of supermarket with JD, a kid takes my cap and wears it as he walks away, goofing. I decide to let it slide for now. Cap gets passed around, becomes my 35mm camera, so I leap across table/frozen food island and grab camera from girl snapping photos, though I'm interested to see what develops. (Sorry.) Later I'm at the checkout, opening and gorging on a bag of crunchy cheese doodles before the receipt is even printed, stopping all line activity.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
The Car Crash and the Practical Joke Store Fronts
Driving with JD, it's flooded or snowing and icy. The car eventually spins completely out of control - certainty of crash.
The back end slams into the front of a parked car with great speed and force; we are ok but car is totaled - front chassis pushed up 3 feet above front tires. In a strip-mall parking lot, figuring out next move. I have to hide some illegal substances that are in the car, though I have trouble discerning the substances from some food JD left behind. Cop/homeless man comes over. Cops say we can't park there, because they are pulling some elaborate practical joke on someone who is arriving shortly. All the cars in the lot currently belong to people in on the joke. They are changing all the signs and storefronts as part of this joke. Since I've become part of it, they "honor" me by naming one of the fake stores after me, though the more I watch them but up the sign, the more the sign changes (Neil --> Neso etc.) I see FW and RC coming out of a bar in the strip-mall, some type of open mic going on, I consider dropping in since I'm stuck there.
The back end slams into the front of a parked car with great speed and force; we are ok but car is totaled - front chassis pushed up 3 feet above front tires. In a strip-mall parking lot, figuring out next move. I have to hide some illegal substances that are in the car, though I have trouble discerning the substances from some food JD left behind. Cop/homeless man comes over. Cops say we can't park there, because they are pulling some elaborate practical joke on someone who is arriving shortly. All the cars in the lot currently belong to people in on the joke. They are changing all the signs and storefronts as part of this joke. Since I've become part of it, they "honor" me by naming one of the fake stores after me, though the more I watch them but up the sign, the more the sign changes (Neil --> Neso etc.) I see FW and RC coming out of a bar in the strip-mall, some type of open mic going on, I consider dropping in since I'm stuck there.
Sunday, February 15, 2004
The Plane Crash and the Singing Alarm Clock
Some kind of nighttime gathering, plane in the sky is coming too close - crashes in backyard. Must evade explosion quickly.
Another segment where RH is upset with me for playing songs in a certain order during a recent gig.
Another moment from this gig, AF is being introduced for a minute and just as it leads up, the announcer says "please welcome to the microphone...AF" and she grabs the mike and the second she opens her mouth my alarm clock goes off.
So much more that is forgotten, promise to self to make more effort to write here faster.
Another segment where RH is upset with me for playing songs in a certain order during a recent gig.
Another moment from this gig, AF is being introduced for a minute and just as it leads up, the announcer says "please welcome to the microphone...AF" and she grabs the mike and the second she opens her mouth my alarm clock goes off.
So much more that is forgotten, promise to self to make more effort to write here faster.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
The Government Building / Wheel of Fire
In some strange government/tourist building, trying not to be seen. I hear my name called in my own mind; discover I'm reading a security guard's mind who finally catches up with me. It appears I dropped my driver's license and he found it and was looking for me so he could return it. Somewhere in this building I'm trying to go down a flight of stairs only to find they change direction and go back up (in a smooth curve) mid-flight. There is an earlier scene in a giant parking lot, outdoors in the daytime.
Strange scene outdoors where EC, thinking no one sees, injures a small child, then pretends to look surprised and take care of wound.
At some point in some type of hotel/dorm room I'm staying in, only to find a dead decaying body.
Vivid and frightening extended scene of "wheel of fire" being visible through everything, everything made of fire with a zig zag wheel turning through the designs. Looking up over mountains.
Strange high school reunion type scene in large movie theater. JS shows up dressed as Darth Vader - bad, cheap outfit with messy mask. I laugh. JS turns and walks, back view reveals as added joke that JS wears no pants under cape. Someone is counting something out for effect, but instead of saying "infinity" at the end, they say "indecency" in a mock serious tone. A bizarre pun, I laugh again.
Another scene of some type of moving out endeavor, i.e. packing to leave at vacation's end. General feeling of end of things.
Strange scene outdoors where EC, thinking no one sees, injures a small child, then pretends to look surprised and take care of wound.
At some point in some type of hotel/dorm room I'm staying in, only to find a dead decaying body.
Vivid and frightening extended scene of "wheel of fire" being visible through everything, everything made of fire with a zig zag wheel turning through the designs. Looking up over mountains.
Strange high school reunion type scene in large movie theater. JS shows up dressed as Darth Vader - bad, cheap outfit with messy mask. I laugh. JS turns and walks, back view reveals as added joke that JS wears no pants under cape. Someone is counting something out for effect, but instead of saying "infinity" at the end, they say "indecency" in a mock serious tone. A bizarre pun, I laugh again.
Another scene of some type of moving out endeavor, i.e. packing to leave at vacation's end. General feeling of end of things.
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