Date of dream: Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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Lucid Intent? No
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So this dream was a lot more complicated, but not in any of the significant areas. I'll just skip to the important bits.
I was leaving a building and heading toward my car when I saw two obnoxious-looking girls walking by me in the opposite direction. One of them had my ipod in her hand and was scrutinizing it. From their conversation I gathered they had just stolen it from my car. I was temporarily shocked but kept walking with a neutral expression on my face, not letting on. As they passed I stopped, and watched surreptitiously as they entered a nearby store.
When they exited the store they got into a car. I wasn't expecting that, but unnoticed I grabbed hold of the rear bumper and clung to it sideways as they drove. A few blocks later they arrived at some sort of bar on the waterfront (river or beach I can't recall). I crawled under the car and waited for them to enter. A sign outside was advertising some sort of typical beer and bikini event that night.
Inside the building was a bar, and upstairs were showers (for swimmers, I think, but there were also living accomodations apparently). Anyhow, I recognized a pile of stuff as the girl who had my ipod's clothing; apparently she was taking a shower. I rifled through it and recovered my ipod, and for good measure picked up her belongings as well.
Through the shower's door (a swinging western-style door with space between it and the floor and ceiling.) I told her that she had stolen my ipod. I said that that was really messed up. I said I had to buy a new one for like $30. The one she'd stolen was crap, too, and she could have gotten one easily for less than $10. What the fuck was wrong with her? What was wrong with people? There was no excuse for such shitty behavior. God damn.
She had no clothes or towel, and she was kind of freaking out at this point, so she wouldn't leave the shower. I took her clothing and stuff outside with me and threw them onto the road, where they were run over repeatedly by passing cars. They were white clothes, too.
Then, feeling vindicated, I left.
Additional Comments:
While I did nothing physically to the girl in my dream, the fact that she was naked and vulnerable was very apparent. It was as if there was a -suggestion- of rape as a possibility, though it didn't actually occur. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
In reality: A couple of days ago I ran my ipod through the washing machine and it broke. Last night, getting into my car, I thought immediately that my ipod had been stolen. But really it was just broken and in my room. I bought a new one online.
Other than that, my car was stolen recently.
The bar was most definitely inspired by this awful bar I went to in real life. I don't go to bars.
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Date of dream: Saturday, April 19, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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so this dream was like a cheesy thriller. but some of it is silly now that i'm awake.
so in this dream, i worked for some government-funded company that monitored supplies, logistics, and such for important business. i don't remember why exactly, but for a while before the dream began, i had been hearing vague reports of a radical revolutionary group threatening to strike soon. and, during the course of my duties, i became convinced that i knew what they were going to target; a nuclear power plant somewhere nearby (gasp!).
it was already dark out at this point, but i talked to my boss about it (she was Tammy, my old boss from Stonewall Market, who is the sweetest person in the world), and tried to convince her that the situation was serious. she was doubtful, but i managed to convince her to at very least stop by the plant with me and see if there was any hint of anything wrong.
Tammy knew the people who worked there, and let me go about my investigatory business. among other things, i wanted to look through their trash cans, but i learned that the trash had been taken earlier that day. however, there was one small unemptied trash can in the employee lounge's smoking area, so i figured i may as well sift through it.
near the bottom of the can, i started to find (this is so embarrassing and stupid) revolutionary paraphanilia. there were little cards on colored paper with revolutionary slogans in spanish, which i placed on the table for my boss to see. i dug deeper and found these little figurines, and i recognize them as the plastic toys you get in the cowboys and indians version of those green plastic soldiers. only these weren't cowboys, indians, or modern army men, but (get this) the rarer mexican gunfighter ones, who have two pistols and wear ponchos. i also found what might have been someone's lunch, but what also might have been some sort of terrible explosive wrapped tightly in plastic wrap.
so Tammy called bomb squads and so on, and i shoved everything i'd found into my bag, got in the car, and started to drive. it was only after i was well away that i realized i still had the possible explosive in my bag. what's worse, when i tried to turn around, i got lost in some shitty neighborhood area, and couldn't find my way out. i remember thinking that the explosive would probably go off around midnight. eventually i stopped and asked for directions at a little store, but they weren't helpful at all.
on my way out i asked the people, "where would you put a bunch of plastic explosives if you thought they were going to go off soon?" partly thinking maybe there was some large lake or clearing nearby, and partly because i was starting to feel the nihilistic certainty that, if i did have a bomb with me, i could no longer escape this death in time.
a woman responded half-jokingly, "enough to blow up a building?"
"let's say, enough to melt down a nuclear power plant."
there was silence for a moment, and the man at the counter asked, "is this something we should be worried about?"
...and then i woke up.
Additional Comments:
Tammy was more or less my foster mother when I moved to another city. My favorite part was seeing the little toys.
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Date of dream: Friday, March 07, 2008
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i was on some sort of gameshow for some reason, and i was asked to identify a strangely-shaped building using a 3-d hologram. it was a pretty cool hologram, because the gameshow host could "grab" a part of it in his hand, and raise it, giving a view of the interior of that part of the building. like cutting off a piece of cake to see the layers of cake and icing on the inside. only on the inside of this building were different rooms with little desks and offices. the building itself was shaped like a gooey sort of stalagmite with windows.
i identified the building as the place were a certain girl lived, though it was clearly some sort of office building or something along those lines. i somehow knew the girl only in passing, though how i knew that she lived there i have (and had) no idea. but i knew that i was correct, and the gameshow, despite my answer probably not being the one they were looking for, went ahead and let me win with it.
it was as if the gameshow knew the truth of everything, or had access to something which did, and if my answer was correct then that was all there was to it. i could have just as well said "it is where Mr. X works," and if Mr. X did indeed work there i would have still gotten it right. like the gameshow (or perhaps the entertainment industry) was an omniscient entity, squandering its knowledge for the masses' cheap amusement and their profit in a dystopian future.
anyhow! by answering the question i somehow was transported to the building itself, but outside of it. there was a tall wall around it with a fenced, wrought iron gate. i knew for some reason then (perhaps there was a sign outside? i don't remember) that the school was actually a christian private school. i knew that for some reason i was waiting for this girl to come in or out, but i didn't know why or what i was supposed to say or do when she did, so i was kind of anxious.
a postman came by, and we started talking about something or other. it turns out he was really just a plot device, because in the middle of our conversation the girl came by, on her way into the gate, and joined in. and then the postman had to leave, so i was already talking to her, and it was a lot less uncomfortable that way. i remember thinking to myself during the dream, "oh, so that's why he was there. that was lucky."
the girl and i became great friends, but i soon learned that she had a terrible secret! she was something like a werewolf (surprise, surprise). but not exactly, more like another sort of shape-changing monster, but close enough. anyhow, i soon learned that she lived in the christian private school so that she could eat little christian children.
i asked why she did that, and her answer went something like, "oh come on, if there was any type of person you had to kill, wouldn't it be little conservative christians before they grow up and become fat intolerant politicians?" so in a way she was trying to secure her future as someone with a -very- alternative lifestyle.
i'm not sure if she had to kill people or if it was just a monsterly compulsion, but that wasn't so much the issue. i thought it was unfair to kill them at such a young age, because i'm sure many of them didn't even want to be in the school, and might grow up to resent their stern religious upbringings. no, she should eat the fat intolerant politicians of today, as they were the real problem. we argued politely over this.
i remember suddenly feeling scared for her that i'd answered on the gameshow (on public television) that this was where she lived, because if anyone connected that unexpected answer with the deaths and disappearances she was surely causing at the school, the law might come after her. as i was thinking this we were still debating the killing of children thing, and i was trying to change the subject to warn her. i was worried.
but before there was an adequate break in the conversation, i woke up, feeling vaguely anxious and guilty over something that i really couldn't have expected and wasn't really my fault.
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I had just read a novel involving werewolves. I don't know why, but many of my dreams involve gameshows or contests of some sort.
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