Date of dream: Sunday, May 17, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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This was a very early dream. I am in some large building. I don't know if it's like a super big super fancy hotel or what, it was a just a really large structure with stairs and large floor spaces. In some areas it was sort of cluttered with stuff you'd find in a house, like a set of chairs and couches and a tv set. There was some kind of trouble, and myself and a few other people were out on damage control. There were a group of people who were making some trouble and it was my task to do something about it. I suppose it could have been said I had a licence to kill, as I didn't pause to think about my actions.
I come to some spot where I encounter several of the trouble makers mixed in with your proverbial innocent by-standers. The ring leader of the trouble makers was a man with a little beard. He is totally unaware of what I am doing there, and pays no attention to me, but I aim a handgun at his head and fire twice. He goes down easy, and it's like no one else there cared, they just moved away from his fallen body. The rest of his gang barely react and just drift off to find something else to do. I guess that man must have been very hated.
I didn't bother to move the body, there was more work to do. There were a lot more people in other places in this building. They seem to be content and doing all kinds of things. In particular there are a group of people working on some art project involving animated cartoons. I seem to remember finding one of the small rooms where you could sit and look at a tv set hoisted up by the ceiling (so more people could see it, presumably) and you could pick from a numbered menu what you wanted to watch. There were titles and the number of minutes each animation lasted. I didn't have time to see any of the long one, and some of them were very long, like 90 minutes, etc. I picked one that was two minutes, but I get interrupted and can't see it.
I am then stopped by a little girl. She's holding onto a scrap book. I can see small colorful bits of paper sticking out it all over. She must have been about 5 or 6 years old. She seems to know me, and tugged at my pants leg. I look down at her wondering why this little kid is bothering me. She opens up her scrap book and points out a small cards with something cut out into it, like a design cut into it with an exact-o kinfe. At this point she has my attention and the card is definitely hand made and looks very familiar to me, though I don't place it right away. The little kid asks me where her ________ is. I forget what she said. In the dream I get the impression she'd been waiting for me to give her something, but I didn't follow up on it apparently. I still had no idea who this little girl was, or how she knew me. I finally realize the card was something I made. I knew for sure that I never gave it away to anyone, and I wondered how this girl got a hold of it. I was actually kind of annoyed. I wanted it back, but I wasn't going to take something away from a little kid. I tried to think of a way to explain to the little girl that I don't know who gave her the card or who made her any promises on my behalf, but I didn't have time to do what she wanted from me. I ended up just walking off without any explination. Let her figure it out on her own. I take an esculator down another flight.
I remember looking out a window and seeing something big fying in the air. I think to myseld that that's a good idea. I don't remember what it was flying out there anymore, but in my dream it's something normal and not a cause for alarm.
I am then outside looking for more enemies, but I don't find them. I think there maybe others across a large field of tall yellow grass. This is where the "good idea" comes in handy, as in this dream I can turn into a huge flying bat, and I take flight over the field. I have some trouble when I meet an opposing wind, but I manage to get around it.
There is a lot more to this dream that I can't quite remember enough details. There was a lot of violence, but I was never in any danger, or at least I never felt I was. I was the one in control.
Additional Comments:
The recurring element in this dream is lost and found art work. I often have dreams where I find art work I recognize in the dream is mine, and somehow got away from me only to end up in someone else's hands. Also the ability to change into something else, though it's rare is recurring. The rest of the stuff is inexplicable. I never even held a hand gun before, let alone fired one.
Date of dream: Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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In this dream I am someplace unfamiliar to me (in waking life. In the dream world it is someplace I
have been to before). It us an outdoor market, but it's not just a sloppy tent over various vendors,
it's a pretty nice set up, and there is are other large expensive facilities here and there. There
is also a bank, dressed up like banks usually are, with plants, big windows, paved side walks, etc.
It would appear that I have borrowed a book from a woman. I only know her a little bit in the dream,
but I had really wanted to take a long look at this book she had, and allowed me to borrow. I want
to say the book is a fairy story, and it's heavily illustrated. The main point of the book was the
art, rather than the writing.
There is a bunch of stuff during the dream where I take a look through the various stalls. I
remember seeing some really odd postage stamps, and thinking about buying them, they were odd in
that they seemed to be printed on rice paper, but it was a baseball subject, which was just too dull
for me, even if it was very novel. I don't buy anything.
At some point I encounter, to my surprise, the person who wrote the book I had borrowed. She takes a
pen and makes a correction in the book on a page where there are paintings of birds. I think the
owner of the book will be pleased when she sees is was corrected by the writer. I think the writer
also signed it. I then walk away intending to bring the book back to the owner.
I have come very far when I realize I don't have the book. I panic. Where did I put it? I think I
must have left it in a rest room. Wondering how I could have been so careless I run back to where I
came to see if it was still there. I had to hurry as the place would shut down soon, and I wouldn't
be able to get it at all. I was having trouble getting back, though. I knew I SHOULD have gotten
back to the place where I must have left the book, but it's not there. The whole area has changed
around. Even in the dream I knew that I must have made a mistake, but I still can't get back to
where I left the book. I wondered how much a replacement book would cost, and how hard it was going
to be to get it, as it was out of print.
Additional Comments:
I think this dream is related to the incident from yesterday when I had thought I might have lost my
cell phone. I was sure that I had put it in my purse when I left, and when I got to the movie
theater I was going back into my purse to turn it off, and I couldn't find it. I took everything out
of my purse to look for it, but it was not there. I thought it was possible I left it in my car.
After the movie, I found I had not left it in my car, but I had left it at home after all.
Date of dream: Sunday, December 30, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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Part I, the classroom.
The dream wasn't lucid at first. It seems I am in a classroom. I am confused about if it's meant to
be an art class or a writing class. I have turned in a project late because I had been sick (in
dream time) earlier that week, and knew the prof. should be okay with that, having known ahead of
time. The project I turned in was rushed, and at some point the prof. asks me to re-do it with some
changes in mind. He was telling me how the water color paintings in the project seemed child like
and not up to standard. Before he finishes telling me everything I interrupt him, and excuse myself.
I tell him that the style I painted the characters in was deliberate, and represented my most mature
work. I told him how it was my intention to recapture the lose and unrestrained creativity of a
child's painting, and that I was quite capable of the more sophisticated style of an adult artist.
He seemed to be okay with this, but I think he wants me to re-do the work anyway. (Perhaps he didn't
believe me). I decide that I am okay with doing the project over again, but I wonder when I will
have the time.
It is nearly time for lunch, and I am ready to leave, but I need to get to my car, which is parked
quite far away, and then drive someplace to lunch. I wonder how I can manage this, as I am very
tired, and wanted to rest. Instead of desk in the classroom, there were beds. They were single beds
all with the same bed clothes. There were think black wool blankets on all of them. I thought about
staying here and skipping lunch and taking a nap. At some point in the dream I complain about how
hard it is to concentrate in this class room when we're always in bed.
There was also something here about a cake I had brought to the classroom to share. Other students
have also brought cakes, but for some reason the prof. has decided my cake was burned, and he
attempted to save as much of it as he could. My cake appears to be chocolate with strawberry icing.
I disagree that my cake is burned. I find it in the class room in two places. One lateral slice
(from the edge of the cake, apparently the only part that was not burned) was in one place, on the
floor by the prof's desk, in a piece of tin foil. The other part, the rest of it, was near the door,
also in a piece of tin foil, apparently discarded. I remember gathering up large crumbs of the cake
from somewhere off the floor. I only feel a little bit sad that my cake was so rejected.
I remember observing other students walking away from the serving table with beautiful slices of
cake on paper plates. One has frosting piled so high it was twice as thick as the cake. I think that
was gross, not being a big fan of frosting. I like a thin layer of frosting, and that's it. Too
much is too sweet and ruins the cake. Still, I did think the cake slices were somehow very artistic.
My cake was comparatively sloppy, though I knew it was still delicious if people would just give it
a chance. (seems to be the same theme with the art work in my project).
Then it's lunch time. I leave (though at the same time, can't explain, I also do not leave at all)
Part 2 - Lunch and the Parking Lot Punks
I forget now if I was headed for my car in the adjacent parking lot (from the portion of the school
the class was in) or if I was leaving it to head to a near by cafeteria or cafe'. In the parking lot
there are a lot of people. I get the impression there is about to be a fight or there had been one.
I observe as a man with very wide shoulders is handling one of those plastic zip ties (which are a
cheap and often used alternative to handcuffs) The person he is "arresting" (I assume) is being
compliant about it. I think there had been an altercation and I had just missed it. I feel a little
nervous, I feel there is tension in the air and that there will be trouble.
I then encounter a gathering of around 15 to 20 people. They seem to be facing each other, as if two
teams about to engage in a fight. I give them a wide berth, not wanting any part of the fight. I
feel that I could easily be pulled in at any momment. I start to cross the grass median separating
one parking lot form another. I feel like I am safe. At around here I become aware that I am
dreaming. Much to my relief, now I don't have to bother with that project, but now I figure is a
good time to try to explore some past life stuff, which I remember I had missed the previous night.
I had succeeded in something, but when I woke up I had not remembered anything (that made any sense).
Part 3 - Catching up with Herzog
Something seems to lift me gently into the air and I begin to float forward. Below me are trees, and
mist, and there are also large buildings, but I can't identify them. I am asking question out loud
about my past lives. I then get he idea to look behind me. I don't think this has ever occurred to
me before. That's when I notice there are two disembodied hands holding on to each of my ankles, as
if pushing me like a wheelbarrow. I then stop to turn around and reached down to hold onto these
hands. I was very interested in who was helping me out all this time. The hands let go of my legs
and then I try to ask "who are you?" I was being as friendly as possible. The hands do not answer.
The hands do seem to make me come to somewhere else. I seem to be going down a stair well that is
build deep into the ground. On my way down two men pass me by, but they do not see me. They were
wearing uniforms, but I can't identify them. Both men had light blond hair, I feel they are familiar
to me, but I don't know who they are anymore. They were going up the stairs. There are two doors
here, on to the right and one at the very bottom. The hands stop at the door to the right, and I ask
if I should go through that door. The hands then drift to the door at the bottom of the stairs and
points meaningfully to a brick next to the door. I observe the door has no handle and guess that
pressing the brick would open the door. I was thinking, this was certainly interesting, a secret way
to open a door. I press the brick and for a while I begin to wake up. I become frustrated and tried
to stay in the dream, but I fade out, but manage to return but I am somewhere else now. I am
standing outside somewhere. I am still lucid and still aware of my intentions. I see a man standing
not too far from me. I forget who now, refers to the man as _____Herzog. I recognize the name, and
feel I need to catch up with him right away before he gets away. I know the name both as being a
customer from work, but I also know this is definitely not the same Herzog. I also recognize the
name from a Hellboy story (one of the novels) and that in the novel Herzog is one of the villians, a
Nazi I think. I forget now. I also think the the person really existed, because the writers of the
Hellboy series often use real life historical figures in their stories, and Nazis are a pretty much
continuing theme in the Hellboy universe.
I manage to catch up with this person, who no longer look human. Instead he looks like bloody burned
corpse and his mouth appears to be locked wide open and his teeth are all long and pointed. He looks
positively terrifying, but for some reason (for a change) I don't feel scared. (in other dreams,
when I encounter such entities, I force myself awake for being so frightened). I grab him by his
hands and force him to face me and I then bombard him with questions. I am determined that he is not
going to get away from me, as by this time I have decided that he is an important clue. I remember
asking him "Did you know me?" He does not answer, but it is clear to me that he's terrified of me,
which I find amusing (in the dream). I ask him if I knew him. He still does not answer. I forget if
I let him go or if he just managed to pull himself away from me, but I ask him if if is the case
that he can't talk. I tell him how I have noticed that his mouth seems to be stuck wide open in a
permanent scream. I get the impression that he's very sad and he turns his head part way and I hear
him answer that he could talk, but he says nothing else. I think that it's very very difficult for
him to speak. I can't get any other information from him, and the dream fades away and I wake up.
Additional Comments:
The recurring part is the theme of having to get to my car which is always sooooo far away. I am
going to have to see if this Herzog person really existed. In my dream universe (from over 20 years
of notes and observations) these are the entities I have identified as being corrupted and cruel
people, torturers, etc. This is a very important note. I am pleased, that for a change, I was able
to not totally freak out when encountering one of those horrible things.
