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Here's a very weird dream, not so much because of what happened but because what I was trying to do.
I really did not know I was dreaming, or sort of.
In the dream I meet my friend Jeremy. I forget most of this part of the dream, but we have to part
at some point, and I tell Jeremy I want to try to find him later. Our parting involes me "waking up"
and then coming back to find him when I get back (into the dream). Jeremy is pretty convienced that
the chances of my succeeding are practically nil, but I tell him I am going to try really hard, and
to look for me. Jeremy walks off while I "wake up" or what passes as a version of waking up over
there. I don't know exactly what that was. During this dream I am not really aware I am dreaming,
even though I am clearing talking about dreaming, waking up, and going back into a dream.
Anyway, aside from the irony, I "wake up" and I find myself in a large room that seems to be full of
huge toy animals, and there are also large human-shaped things, too, life-sized. Most of the things
seemed disproportionately large, though not impossibly so. I just view the room very breifly, though
the things seem a little blurry here, like how things look when you have tears in your eyes. I pass
through this "space" and it is what I considered "awake" (If the reader will excuse my over use of
the " ") I go back into the "dream". I seem to be wearing a costume. As full fur-suit. It seems to
be a bull-dog fur suit (I don't own such a suit, but I am interested in such suits. Fur-suiting is a
hobby of mine, but I don't own a full fur-suit at all and I hardly ever wear my partial suit). So I
am wearing this dog suit and I am walking around a large mall. I am pretty pleased with myself for
getting back to where I wanted to go back to, and now I needed to catch up with Jeremy. Since I
guessed he wasn't going to wait for me, since he was so sure I wasn't going to make it back, I
needed to find him, and guess where he would be.
For a while I am a bit lost while walking around in this costume, which oddly never becomes too hot
or uncomfortable. I walk into a shoe store, and I notice a display case with the most expensive and
fanciest shoes. I notice one pair in particular. They are extremely narrow, and seem to be made of
some kind of short wirey fur, like it was make from goat skin. The shoes somehow repulse me, because
they are so narrow. No human foot should be that narrow.
I also wander into a kids themed pizza parlor. There are animated life-sized figures here, of
cartoon animals. I was really impressed by them, because they were so well done. I forget what they
were of, but I do remember I thought they were really entertaining. For a momment I pull off my
head to get a better look at something, but put it back on. The kids are entertained by the
character I am wearing. I wave at them, but then I walk away.
I walk back out into the mall, and see a woman standing next to the exit doors, and she's carrying a
sweater or something, and I recognize it, and somehow that was my que that I have found my way back
and Jeremy is near. I am really excited, and I walk out the door and look side to side for Jeremy. I
see him walking towards me, but he doesn't see me. I am still in the suit, so there is no way for
him to recognize me.
In my excitement I forget that he can't see me, and I run up to him and grab his shoulders (from the
front) thinking he can see me grinning, "Hey, Jeremy!" I exclaimed, but Jeremy looks completely
confused and even a little scared. I notice he's looking up at me (in real life I think Jeremy is
actually just a little a taller than me, so this would not have been right but the big feet of the
suit could have given me a two-inch or so boost). I realize I am wearing the costume. While I
struggle with the head I say "It's ME, TOSH!" and I finally wrench off the head and look at him.
Jeremy seems even more aggitated. I make a joke about how he thought I wasn't going to make it back,
and Jeremy has been walking away as fast as possible. I look after him, not realizing that for some
reason he still doesn't seem to recognize me. I walk after him and keep saying to him "Jeremy, it's
me, Tosh!" Jeremy seems to be down right frightened, and begins to run, screaming back at me
"Nooooo, you're NOT!" I run after him for a while, but the bulky suit makes that kind of hard, so I
stop and look at his back getting smaller and then lose him in a crowd of people. I was really baffled.
Not until later this evening does the symbolism dawn on me on this one. Not that I know what all
that was about with the experiment I was trying, but the rest of the stuff seemed symbolic between
the relationship between the body and the soul. The large animal and human-shaped objects in the
room were empty vessels waiting to be filled. I had passed through that room, and possibly that is
where I picked up the bull-dog costume, even though I had no intentionally chosen that form. I might
have just passed through it, and picked it up. The I came into the "real" world aka the mall. I am
not sure what taking off the head would symbolize, but when I meet up with Jeremy again, he doesn't
recognize my shell "the bull-dog suit" or my "soul" though I am not sure he could see me, or maybe I
looked completely different under the mask. There is something else going on here, but I am not sure
what it is. I am not very good at symbolism, so if I guess at one, that's about as good as it gets
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May 4th, Thursday 1995
"Wanting a Shower"
I vaguely recall something about a woman, or maybe more than one woman in clothes that I would say were worn by the Southern Bells of early america, the fancy sort of tea-party dresses. Anyway, I don't remember much about her, but she didn't seem to play a significant role in my dream. She was not an enemy, and I don't recall feeling any sort of reactions to her.
I remember having to walk along this very dirty trail through some woods. The trail was quite wide, so the trees didn't look like they were all around you. The trail was wet and slimy, and I don't like it at all, and it makes me feel disgusted and cranky. It looks like the whole place it coated with a layer of putrid fish guts, though I don't recall any foul odors.
There was a bus that drove through this trail, and I attacked the bus. I don't know why. I had become, or I was a wolf-like creature with long shaggy hair all over my body. I leapt at the top of the bus; it was full of children. It started to rain, and I was beating at the glass all the while snarling. Like I said, I don't know why I am doing this. The bus didn't seem to threaten me or anger me, so I am guessing I was just being mean, just to be so. I couldn't make a scratch in the glass, and this annoyed me. I was going nuts trying to get a reaction from the passengers, it's like I wanted to fight them, only they wouldn't fight. The bus driver got smart though, and he was using the slipperiness of the bus top to get me off by grinding to a halt, and then I slid off into a nasty puddle in the street. I was feeling indignant, and I felt disgusted and dirty with all this mud all over me, which I knew I couldn't wash out anytime soon.
Anyway, I had to walk through the filth and the rain for a time. Something else happens here, but I don't remember it. I think there were some stairs that I had to go up, and they were all dirty and nasty too, and I didn't like the idea of having to climb them while filthy water and mud fell on me from above.
The next thing I remember clearly was that I was inside a building, the color slate grey sticks out here. I remember I could make myself grow bigger by thinking about it, and I made myself to be bigger than anyone else who was with me. There were two men that I remember, who were with me. One was a blonde the other had dark hair, and they both wore long coats. They both looked like they might be any age from 21 to 25. We come to a room where this creature lives. He is smaller than I am, but he looks a little like me. His hair is very long all over, but not as long as mine. His face is hard to describe, it's like his nose is so enormous it resembles a snout, and his mouth is under that big nose, and his mouth is very wide, and I think I remember that he had horn on his head. He was wearing a red shirt, or at least I remember he was wearing something red, it might have been a hat. I had no clothes on. This other creature spoke articulately with the two men, who I assume know him, they are long standing friends.
This monster lives in this apartment, and it was clean, mostly, and it seemed to be in order. I feel comfortable here.
All the dirt and grime on me had dried, and I really felt awful being all filthy in this monster's nice clean apartment. I could not speak well, though I could speak. I tried communicating to the monster that I would really like it if he would lend me the use of his shower so that I could be clean.
The monster was reclined on a couch as he spoke to me. He seemed he would really rather not let me use it, and I knew why. I was really dirty, I would probably make a horrendous mess of his bath tub, very likely to even leave mud. However he said I could, and I was so very grateful. I went straight to the showers, and I turned on the water and let the water run all over my shaggy head. I watched as dirty brown water poured down from clumps of my head hair. I found a piece of white soap and I gleefully rubbed it in my hair. The shower was so refreshing, and I selfishly lathered myself up. I was beginning to feel the weight of my hair, when it was all soaking with water I was very very heavy. I was really enjoying my shower, but something distracted me. Something was going on in the room where the others were. They had to suddenly go outside. I sense that there is danger, and that I must go to help. I don't wish to leave, I was not even half way clean yet, and the bottom of the bathtub was swirling with red-brown water. I hated to leave a trail of dirty water all over this other monster's apartment, but it would have to be that way if I was to hurry up and help them with whatever trouble they were being tossed into.
I leap out of the shower, water streamed down my water logged fur, and I ran through the apartment and out the sliding glass doors. I think I see my friends half way down the hill that was here. Further past the hill I think there was the sea shore, and the geddies, but they are not important here. There are a lot of smaller rocks all along the side of the hill. My attention is diverted to two very odd-looking men walking along the top of the hill slightly above the part of the hill I was. They were dressed all in black, with tall top hats, and both had very long beards, all the way down to their knees. They looked like they would be twins, excepting that one man had a red beard and the other a brown beard. The most unusual thing about these men were their teeth. They both had these great long teeth going down half way the length of their silky-looking beards. I say to myself "Sabre-toothed?" I think it's very weird. But they seem to inspire me with hatred. I think they might be wicked people, and I begin to run towards them. They are both tall, but I am massive and with my drenched fur I was even heavier than usual. I was going to just give them a good whack with the length of my arm, but before I come near them, I get knocked over, and I roll part way down the hill. My hair probably keep me from getting hurt. My feet were over my head, and I was draped all over the rocks. I'm not hurt, and I get up. I'm not angry, just very concerned about having collected yet more filth in my hair. I felt like I was never going to get clean. I lifted the hair on the side of me like I would lift the side of a dress, if I was wearing one. The hair on my middle section was about two and a half feet long, and a slightly reddish brown color, more brown than red, and it was still streaming with water.
I heard someone say to me, it might have been one of the men, that my hair looked longer when I was all wet. He didn't mean it as a insult, he was just making an observation. I don't remember anything else with that dream.