Date of dream: Friday, June 30, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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1.) I am in a mall, and I am finding all these georgeous feathers all over the place. I will take a
few steps and find another, etc. etc. Until I have quite a big wad of silky handsome feathers in my
hand, so many I can barely hold on to all of them. I think they have falled off fancy clothing,
where people sometimes put plumes in their hats, or from a boa. A few of the feathers were
artificially dyes, but I couldn't resist a feather no matter how it looked. I forget how the dream
ends, or what I do with the feathers, but I feel happy and content with them.
2.) In one dream I feel a bit at unease. I am in a mall, and I end up in a smaller adjecent room,
like an empty break room for employees, and although it's lit, it's very very dim (I prefer darkness
to dim light anyday, I just really really hate dimly lit rooms) anyway, a woman in a flower print
dress comes into the room. She is your classical frumpy looking woman in her 40's with the curly
hair-do, and glasses, and she approches me angrily. I have no idea who she is, but I fear her, and I
press myself against the wall and I am down on my knees. She says something along the lines of
"Don't you KNOW who I am?" I don't and I shake my head, and suddenly she transforms before my eyes
as she tells me "I am your BROTHER!" this throws me off completely since he was impersonating a
woman, but the shape change is really drastic, and before me is standing a definitely masculine
entity who looks sort of like Hellboy (character from a movie), with bright red skin and horn stubs.
I then come to understand that there are many of us. I had forgotten that I was one of the inhuman
people who could change their shape into something resembling normal humans. I had somehow
forgotten. I guess my "brother" was kind of pissed off about that, though I forget what I did
exactly to make him mad. I sort of freak out, and run, and when I cool off, and my brother cools off
I met up with some of the other inhumans at a restruant, and we're sitting around on one of the
outside tables. We're all in our human forms, and I can feel my shape returning to its natural
shape. Seems we just randomly lose our ability to keep our shapes. At first I felt my right hand
feeling as if it's swelling in size. We all decide we had better leave before our disguises
completely slip. We were really no threat to anyone, but we were so well practiced with running away
when our forced shapes began to deteriorate, and it would also seem we didn't really have that much
choice how we looked, which is why my brother looked more like an elderly woman in his human shape.
The last part I remember was all of us running into the woods nearby, and then it gets really dark
and I wake up.
3.) In this dream I remember drawing something. It looks like a regular fan with a long cylindrical
lightbulb coming out of the middle of it. I will try to draw it and place it here. I remember during
the dream how I was wondering what the thing was.
Additional Comments:
The recurring part is the finding feathers. The other two dreams are pretty unusuall.
Date of dream: Thursday, June 29, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I forget a lot of details, but somewhere along the line I have to return to where I was (earlier in
the dream) to get back a sketch book I had left behind by mistake. It would seem I had left it in a
kindergarten room, as there were kids and tempra paint art projects taped up all over the walls and
stuff. I find my sketch book, but I had to swim through a sea of kid running around to get there and
out again.
fragment: I am back in my old neighborhood, walking up the road from where my bus stop used to be
when I went to school back to where my house was. On the way there a funny looking man drives up to
me in a delivery truck and offers to give me a ride home. In my dream I recognize the man, he looks
like a cartoon character, but I can't place the character anymore. I don't remmeber what he looked
like, but maybe whatever character I recognized him as does not really exist. In his truck he has a
lot of rubber toys, and I pick one up, and think it's neat. He says I can have it.
fragment: I watch as a train goes past very very fast. It's one of the old fashioned one, that runs
on steam.
Date of dream: Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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This started off as one of those dreams where I am at college, and I am looking around desperately
for a classroom that I forget its location. I walk up a flight of stairs and turn into a section of
the building, and I immediately notice the decor is very odd and totally different from the rest of
the campus, which was conservative, very sparse, and couldn't possibly offend anyone. Here there
were tapestries, sheilds and other weird artifacts. I decide it's all interesting enough to forget
about looking for my class room and enjoy the strange art work, which I figured was something
mideval, or it was at least supposed to look that way. Then I notice these men standing around
wearing weird clothing. I figured they must be members of the Society for Creative Anacronism or
something, they were all dressed up in period costume. I noticed chain mail, and steel helmets. I
thought it was a fun idea, but I didn't try to talk to any of them, and kept walking down the the
walls admiring the art. Then suddenly one of the men comes up to me and turns me around and I forget
what he said to me, but I get the impression that he is asking me to join their ranks. I didn't want
to seem rude, so I gushed about how wonderful and cool all their gear and artifacts were, but that
this just wasn't my thing. The man who I am talking with seems to be the leader here. He's the only
one with a beard, and it's a fake one at that. He's also very tall. He then proceeds to tell me that
I don't have a choice, that when I stepped into their "relm" aka, their dorm area, I sort of
initiated myself into their army. I tried to play it off, thinking that he was just kidding, but no,
he was dead serious. I discover the man isn't just acting, he's down right looney, and I wasn't so
sure that his followers were not. I try to just leave and hoped that was going to be the end of
that, but it was not so. One of the followers, a stocky man in leather armor stood behind me while
the tall man with the fake beard began declaring all this stuff over me. I was starting to get a bit
paranoid, but wasn't scared yet. When I argued back at fake beard and told him that I had pretty
much had enough of his bullcrap, the stocky man behind me puts his hands on either of my shoulders
as a sort of sign "hey, you better take this seriously." I looked fake beard in the eyes, which were
between the slats of a steel helmet, that he'd better not under estimate me, that just because I was
half anyone else's size, I could still kick your ass, and I meant it. I would have taken him on.
Fake beard crossed his arms and gives a big loud laugh. I try to pry myself away from the stocky man
holding my shoulders, and I grab one of his wrists and start to twist is backwards, which gives the
desired effect of him wincing, and I struggle with him for a bit. But the stocky man is a lot
stronger and more resilant that I figured him for, but I do manage to peel myself away from him.
Fake beard is kind of pissed off, but he is unrelenting in his demand that I be part of his army. I
wondered for a while if my fate really would be with this bunch of lunatics who thought they were
living in the dark ages. I don't really remember anythign else.
Additional Comments:
This is actually a pretty darned weird dream for me. I wasn't myself, but I don't know who I was,
maybe one of my alternative dimension selves. In real life I would have been frozen with fear if
anyone did that sort of thing to me.
