Date of dream: Sunday, January 08, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
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In this dream it seems that I am staying in someone else's house and also that I am a servant.
There is a teenage Indian girl who lives here, and she wakes up around 3 am one morning (this is time in the dream world) and asks me to make her some soup. She says she's hungry. I feel pretty annoyed, but know I have to do this thing for her. She really wants the soup right away but that's pretty much not possible. I still have to make the soup first. I give her something to tie her over until the soup is done. I pretty much guess she will be asleep before the soup is even ready, but all the same, I MUST make the soup. I gave her what seemed to be a boiled egg yolk (it's still round and bright golden yellow) and it's wrapped in very thin layers of what seems to be toast, as if the thin slices of toast were the egg's shell, it was still shaped like a real egg. Before I hand it to her and put it in a small wooden bowl I press the sides together as the yolk seems a little lose. I am kind of sad to give it up, because I had wanted to eat it myself.
I am in a kitchen full of boxes and pots hanging on hooks. I find a pack of dried noodles and open it up. The girl comes in behind me and points to some instant noodle soup she wanted to have. I suppose that was all for the better, since that would be easy and quick to make. I open a package, and pour it into a bowl, and then heat up some water. I pour the hot water into the bowl and I then mix the powder and noodles, so they will losen up.
Suddenly, and what seemed to take mere seconds, a noodle pops out of the soup, but it looks like a really small dragon, but it blows up to be about five feet long (it's like a chinese dragon), and it's white, and it bites me on the nose.
that's where the dream ends.
Additional Comments:
I took a dream enhancind herb before going to sleep last night, and I find it quite remarkable that on both those occassions (it would be the2nd time I've ever taken it) the it was distinctly Indian in its theme. This makes me wonder why. I have never had any particular interested in India what-so-ever, so I need to figure out what my dreams are trying to tell me.
Date of dream: Saturday, September 03, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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The earliest part of the dream I remember I have just walked into someone's house. It's kind of dark and a bit messy in there, but nothing is really dirty, just jumbled and disorganized, I decide to sit at the far end of a sofa that's covered in a dingy grey sheet, and then turn to face the television which everyone else is watching too. I think there were two other people in the room sitting on over stuffed chairs. Then someone else walks in with what appears to be a girl, but she is introduced to everyone as Noodle (she's a charater from the Gorillaz) and that's she's the table. I thought that was a funny thing to say, how can someone be the table? But this mystery is never resolved in my dream, other than Noodle is somehow really a peice of furniture that has somehow managed to come to life. I decide that I am simply not that interested anyway, but she immediately gets on the couch with me and climbs towards me, which I pretend not to notice, but then she also climbs into my lap and wraps her arms around me, and then she starts to lick my face like a dog, but her tounge is really more like an anteatter, and it wraps half way around my face. The person who walked in with her comments that she's very affectionate, and then sits down. I was pretty freaked out by this behavior, but tried to tolerate it, meanwhile trying to watch the television, when the table/girl finally just puts her back to me and start to pur loudly like a cat. I also notice this right away, and wonder about that, too, but all this affection was making me feel extreamly uncomfortable, but I didn't want anyone else to know I felt weird about this, so I pretend like it's a "yanno, whatever" kind of thing. The whole thing about her being a table keeps coming up to where I begin to suspect that it's only ME that sees her as a person, while everyone else sees her as perhaps an animated table. I figured that something like that COULD only come from Japan, and that this was seriously upsetting to my compartively bland Eurasian unbringing. I finally have the excuse to stand up and walk away, though I forget what that was.
The same people, including table/Noodle were next at a library, but this was some seriously weird library, it was like a library and a mall and a traditional Irish pub all rolled into one. There were books, for sure, like a hundred million of them. Apparently every book ever written, pulished or not were among the shelves. This was exciting as it was over-whelming. I wondered about what sort of unpublished books were on the shelves. The rooms were huge, and full of people from all walks of life, and they were all either sitting on fat black leather chairs, wood benches reading, searching through copious shelves, or doing that AND sipping a beer. I quickly loose them, and I am trying to find them again. It seems impossible, and I may never see them again. At this point I try flying, and only because there were so many people it became impossible to just to walk from one end of a room to another. I got a few people looking up at me, but no one seemed to be in any way surprised.
I find them breifly, but then lose them again right away when they turn a corner and I can't find them again.
I give up and go outside.
Outside it's getting dark, and there is a storm picking up. I am not worried at first. I can fly home, though it's going to take a long time to get there. (this is a recurring theme in my dreams) I seem to be at a location relative to the Tallahasee Mall in real life, though it's not the mall as it is in real life, and likewise every shop along the road is different from how it really is, although I think the car repair shop is still a car repair shop in this alternative universe. I am wearing a lot of clothes, like as if for winter. I have on a long black thick wool coat, and I am also wearing wool pants and thick rubber boots. I am bundled up for a hard winter, though I don't remember feeling cold air on my face or anything, but I didn't feel too hot.
I attempt to fly home, but then the storm comes on strong very suddenly, and forces me back to the ground. I think it's too dangerous to fly, I have to walk back home. I remember a tree falling down near me and finding golden bird feathers. I try to collect them, but when I actually touch them, they sort of melt, like as if they were made of paper all along. I am disappointed, they were so pretty.
That's all I remember.
Additional Comments:
I was browing as art site, and very briefly glimpsed a drawing someone has done of the cartoon character Noodle, and they had titled it Noodle Doodle and I thought that was funny and cute....I didn't even really look at it, I just happened to pause on that image, but it's worth noting that it's often these insignificate micro things that I see that are more likely to influence my dreams than say...a pretty big signifcant thing that really took up a lot of attention. Yesterday at work we made an infuriating discovery that several related jobs that were done weeks earlier were in fact ALL WRONG, a digit has been left off a phone number, and we had all been raging about it, because naturally the CUSTOMER, who proofed these items many times over never noticed, but they want US to pay to reprint it all, because they feel they're not responsible for missing something like that while proofing, though that is exactly what the proofing process is all about. But such HUGE things almost never ever bleed into my dreams. It's stuff like looking at a tiny picture on a screen, or seeing a dragonfly for ONE second as it lands and then takes off from my car antenna. It's kind of weird. Now, about the table? I don't know what that was all about. I suspect the purring was actually my cat, that was sleeping right next to me.
feathers and trying to obtain them is also a recurring theme in my dream. Often it is the case that I feel like I am STEALING them even though they're just out in the open and have fallen off a bird naturally. But damn do I ever want those feathers.
