Date of dream: Wednesday, August 29, 2001
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4287 times.
Vague by now.
This dream had to do with this "furry" (anthropomorphic animals) story I read part of online, called "Simion Lonewolf." It's here: http://www.furryfiction.com/ This is one of the sites where I first learned about the genre and became interested, even though I really knew of it all along. (I just never knew it had a name or that other people wrote about it!)
In my dream, Simion was running around morphing. Strange. I remember he ran out into the street in some big town (maybe around the size of Petoskey or Traverse City), snarling and yapping and yelping and flailing his arms like mad. Some people were chasing him--perhaps his friends from the story, trying to catch him before he hurt himself. (By "morphing," I think he was changing so he was part human or something.) I seem to remember it was overcast and kind of dingy looking outside, and he was running toward this big ugly white building on the other side of the street, slightly off to the left. There were also some bad guys involved; perhaps they were chasing Simion for some reason.
This dream may have then shifted into or been continued in "Fight The Man! Break Stuff!"
1 Comments | Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
Date of dream: Wednesday, August 29, 2001
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4357 times.
This dream may have been a continuation of or may have shifted out of "Catch That Morph!"
Ew, jeesh...I should have taken better notes. I'm STARTING to remember...I do know that Ma and I went into someplace, perhaps it was our house; I know it was later on, but I'm not sure if it was supposed to be at first. We went into her bedroom near the closet and there was some kind of tall shelf/stand (amber colored?) with lots of ceramic (porcelain?) mugs and plates on it. I think they were this muted bluish green, teal-like color; very pretty. And...we started smashing them. We just kept picking up these mugs and plates and tossing them and dashing them to the floor. CRASH! Was there any rhyme or reason to this? Who knows...but I think we had some reason to fear bad guys ourselves. The smashing had something to do with that.
Pennies also had something to do with this dream. I think perhaps there was a bowl, like a frail little wicker basket, sitting on this stand, maybe with some pennies in it. I feel that they were a bit green and dirty; old pennies. I can't remember what I did with or to them though. Did I throw them? Maybe I got ready to hoard them, because I think the bad guys were coming, and Ma and I were in a hurry to not get caught, even though I believe we knew we would; we felt this sense of dread. And I think that finally the bad guys did show up, soldiers of some sort. (We may have been in MY room at this point; it was dim and had a feeling of "oldness"--by that I mean, as if it took place quite a long time ago...can't really explain it adequately.) I'm not certain if they really DID show up or if we even saw them, but Ma and I didn't fight; neither did we beg or plead or anything. We just surrendered with this defiant look, and they knew they wouldn't get anything useful from us. (And if they weren't really there yet--then they would know when they showed up!)
I'm not sure if it was the same dream or not, but in one part--perhaps when we were breaking the dishes or doing whatever with the pennies?--I looked down into my rat's cage--only in the dream it was the hamster's cage--and I had a dwarf hamster, who was acting the same way as my rat. I don't know if the lid was off, but it kept jumping up as if to get out, like my rat does in real life. It would jump, and then jump again; and it was jumping pretty well, getting better. Cute, but I didn't want it to escape!
In real life in the cage there's this round hole where a vertical tube should go but I misplaced it a long time ago, so I would put a little jar over the hole; in the dream, this jar had been taken off, and as I watched the hamster crawled up out of the hole, ready to escape. Agh!! I had to stop what I was doing to get it back! I'm not sure when or where that dream took place, in my room or the living room or what, but it didn't seem quite as stressful as the part with the soldiers.
2 Comments | Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
Date of dream: Tuesday, August 28, 2001
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4278 times.
This dream was from 8/27/01 but I didn't post it because I didn't remember it well, and now I remember it even less. :)
It had to do with Ma and myself, possibly also Eric and Shannon, pulling in at a store that at first seemed like Glen's. At least the parking lot did. As soon as we got in it was completely different. Some sort of cozy-looking novelty store. I remember they had a selection of items for self-injurers. That's quite odd, but that's how it was. I went further toward the back...the store seemed so familiar, like a card store or some store with a Native American theme I might have dreamed about before. Everything in earthtones, and carpeted, warm lighting but not too bright. Back here were some of those tall turning shelves, you know the ones, like those that sunglasses are put on for display. Only there were handbags, I think, on it. They looked as if they were made of hemp or something, natural colored, but they had some dyed highlights like the strap and perhaps something written on them in dark blue or purple, etc. They were meant specifically for self-injurers. Not that they were any different from normal handbags, but I guess these guys were looking for a market. I mulled over these and may have tried to point them out to Ma, who was toward the front of the store, but she didn't really get it.
I have written down also "little animals?" meaning there may have been little toy figure animals, but I don't remember them. There was more to that dream.
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
