Date of dream: Saturday, September 25, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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I remember being outside at a place where I am told by someone they are renovating a house. I am walking just outside that house, looking up at it. I see two workers hammering wooden planks in place, at the skirt of the house. I thought they were doing a spectacularly lousy job. Apparently they were "just finishing up" and the place looked really bad. The house actually looked like someone took a dirt hose to it. I didn't say anything to anyone, and wondered how they could possibly think this "renovation" was worth a shit. I was sorely tempted to say "you have got to be kidding me?"
Next thing I remember was being inside of a trailer. It was like I lived here. I lived here with an old lady with curlers in her hair. I was not at all fond of being here. It was a run down place, too small and cluttered with worthless junk like tupperware, and puffy paint shirts. I hated it. I remember walking around preparing to go to sleep and trying to make sure all the doors were locked. The place seems to have a lot of doors. Way too many doors, and none of them would lock. (this is a recurring theme in my dreams, but the house varies from a perfect spectacular palace to a dinky run down trailer). Then I come to notice that the trailer is motorized, and someone is driving it. I feel pretty scared about this.
I don't like this HUGE thing moving on wheels but breifly I think that at least we could drive it somewhere out in the middle of nowhere where I wouldn't have to worry about the doors that don't lock. Or at least worry about it less.
The other thing I recall is wandering into a house. An old friend from high school is with me. She tells me how there is an air plane inside of the house. I wonder how this could be. The house didn't look big enough, and who keeps a plane in their house anyway.
I go inside and it's actually really big in here. I want to see the plane. I go down some stairs and notice the stairs are actually made from the outter shells of some air plane. The metal is shiney silver. The rooms are huge, and ultra modern looking, and then I see two small single engine air planes mounted on a wall. They're mounted exactly like trophy fish. Something about this is offensive to me. I am not sure how to describe it.
But we keep wandering through the house when suddenly I notice we are outside. There is a sudden dip in the ground, and everything seems to be made of polished metal of various hues. It's really quite spectacular. I see the rivets making lines all down the place, and it seems to retreat into forever. like there isn't any ground anymore, it all be covered with metal plates and polished up.
I slip and slide on the incline, and my friend falls to. It's funny. I say to her, as were going down the incline, that now we will have to walk our way back up and how hard that is going to be with this incline. However, we don't stop sliding. I remark about how this is getting ridiculous. Shouldn't we have stopped by now, but we don't. We travel what seems for miles sitting on our butts and just sliding and sliding. Like there is no friction.
We slide through a tunnel, and that worries me for a minute, because at first I don't see the end of it, but it's really a short tunnel, and then we come out of it, and then there is another tunnel, but at last it is inside of this one that we stop. But we can not just walk out the way we came in. The walls are really more like a tarp, and the inside is pressurized to make it keep its shape. There are a lot of people in here, apparently they are also stuck. I feel like they may have been trapped here for a long long time, with no way out.
I get pretty upset, and go for the walls of the tunnel, and try to find a seam to rip at. I was going to get out of here. The plastic was tough, but I just managed to get a tear in it, big enough to get my finger through it to pull and tear my way out. I am so relived to see the light of day and step out of the bubble, and the other people pour of it with me, but something isn't right.
As spoon as these other people come out into the sun light they begin to transform. They turn into heidious monsters. Still like people, but with horrible deformities. One's skin turned bluish grey and their brain swells up and pops out of their skull. Someone, I do not know who, tells me that I should have expected this, after all, I took the fire with me when I left. This statement made no sense to me at all. I didn't know what fire they were talking about.
All the horrible monsters are coming towards me, and somehow I manage to fly. I can't get very high, and I am only barely out the reach of the heidious monsters that are stumbling after me with their claw like hands reaching up for me. I try to beat some of them with a big stick, and I keep trying to get higher and higher, but I just can't.
that's all I remember.
Date of dream: Saturday, March 17, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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In the earliest part of the dream I am in a mall about to leave. I want to get to my car, but when I
walk out the door and into the parking lot I realize that I must have parked somewhere else. The car
isn't where I thought it was. I have parked on the opposite side of the mall. I feel pretty annoyed
by this, and also sort of lazy, not wanting to walk all that way. In the parking lot is a passenger
airplane. I get into the plane because somehow or another I was made to understand they would take
me to my car. After I get on the plane I feel a bit alarmed, thinking how riduculous this is, taking
an air plane to get only to the other side of the mall. I can't turn back though, and have to go
through with this, but then I learn they're going to drive the plane there. The plane is very large,
and when it starts to move I am really worried it's going to crash into something, and ride is
pretty scary. I meet a customer whose comes into the shop pretty regularly in the back of the plane,
Al. He and I are sitting on the back seat sliding around because the seat is slick and other people
are also getting jostled around for the same reason. I get off before getting to my car. As I leave
a grab a black spiral bound note book.
Seems the harder I try to get to my car the further away I get.
I get distracted or something, and the next thing I know I have to walk through this park or
something to get to my car. There is a computer kiosk set up in the park. For some reason I make a
monetary donation to some organization through it. I forget what it was for, but it has something to
do with a local elementary school. While I am still on line, I see people posting about the money I
donated. They act like they know me, and use my real name. They seem really thrilled. One of my
co-worker's is there, and he teases me about making the donation. He thinks I should have kept my
money. I don't care what he thinks, though.
At some point in the park I have to pass by some kid playing on some weird contraption. It's like a
see-saw but somehow he goes forward on some sort of machine device and then dips down to the ground
and then back up the thing and goes backwards. He thinks he can stop me from going past him. I watch
the equiptment to see what it does and see when I can get past him without being smacked by him when
he comes down from the thing. I time it and then go past. "Ha!" I declare, looking back at him
triumphantly. Someone else calls him "Shrimp!" Then I heard at least two people laugh merrily,
including the kid on the weird piece of play ground equiptment.
At some other point I seem to be even further away from my car. I am on a street with many
businesses, and suddenly I encounter these huge ball-shaped robots with human-shaped head on top of
them. They're painted to look like police men, but they seem to be very old, the paint it mostly
flaked off, and they look like they've taken multiple hard beatings. Apparently this part has become
sort of like a video game. I have to shoot these robots with daggers or someother sort of metal
sharp thing. I don't know what I had that fired the knives, but I had something, and I had to shoot
them with very very many knives before they finally exploded, and immediately after blowing up one
robot another one would replace it. It was exhausting fighting them. I felt very threatened by them.
I think I finally defeat the last one, and I am now so far from my car I am actually closer to
home, and I could get home faster by walking there than getting to my car and then driving it home.
However, I am determined to make it to my car, and I decide I will walk there even if it takes me
all night and into the morning. I start walking.
Additional Comments:
I think the shooting robot thing was influenced by me watching a friend play a game called Oblivion.
In the game he plays a character that has to shoot dragons repeatedly until they finally die.
Date of dream: Thursday, May 25, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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A very short dream. I am on the ground looking up in the air, there are some fluffy white clouds and
the sun is white and bright, and partly obscures some air planes high up in the sky. For whatever
reason, I think one of the planes in my brother, literally, HE IS THE AIRPLANE, not that he's in the
plane.
Additional Comments:
I actually don't think this dream had any connection to the previous one. This dream might have
something to do with my feelings about my brother, and really all of my family. I really often feel
like I am an outsider among them. My brother and I are so vastly different. Except for our parents I
don't think we have hardly anything at all in common, and I don't really like that. That he was up
and so far away was probobly symbolic of the emotional distace I feel about my brother, and then the
bizarre physical difference, that he was a huge metal machine probably has to do with other
intangible differences such as his preferences and his habits also being so very different from
mine. I think I might have had this drem because the day before I was sitting by myself at the
church next to my work, trying to think of the last time I talked to my brother, and feeling guilty
that I didn't miss him, and then I felt resentment that I wasn't close to my brother, or really
anyone at all, and that I didn't know what to do about that. I can't just change myself.
