Date of dream: Thursday, July 16, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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[*Horribly sleepless night]
1. I am in the back of a small jet. It's two seats wide. I'm on the left, in the back seat. Two guys are in the front seats, another is next to me. It's not unlike an SUV layout.
The jet is poised precariously at the top of a ski-jump ramp. The ramp has been carved out of the rock at the top edge of the Grand Canyon. The jet starts down the precipitous runway.
The guy next to me yells, "You buckled in?" I look down and, horrified, I see I'm not. I've got to get clicked in before we hit the big hump! The engines aren't even kicked in yet! As the plane gets to the lip of the ramp, I can see the hugeness of the canyon below. I have a feeling that combines the thrill of Top Gun with the nihilism of Thelma & Louise. But just as I click my belt and we launch into the void, the turbothrusters ignite and we roar safely up into the sky.
2. I have been spending a couple of days with A., my college girlfriend. More recently, V. has shown up and moved in with me, offering plenty of unsolicited advice as usual. It's a collegiate environment with Victorian housing.
She is all about her 'paycheck to heaven'.
I am walking around the area alone. Very absent-mindedly, I stroll into a random house whose door is open. In my head, I am muttering about Star Wars. Obliviously, I walk right up the stairs to the top apartment.
I bang on the door and shout, "Open up, in the name of the Empire!" At which point I snap back into reality and find that I am standing there in my terrycloth bathrobe and fluffy slippers!
Embarrassed, I hurry back downstairs. There is a fellow in the bottom hall: I brush by him quickly as I rush out to the side alley.
3. I am on a semiurban road. Around me is green parkland, like a golf course. Circling this park is a dirt track.
I happen to glance over as a Formula One car tears down the dirt track between the trees, actually catching air on some of the bumps! Seems crazy. I go over to investigate the scene.
To join in, I and others could have access to racecars for this very motocross track, but not Formula One cars. More like the cigar shaped racing cars from the 1940s. I see a group of people talking, one is wearing a helmet. He turns and I recognize him as my old friend Kagan. Apparently getting ready for a dirt race in one of these cigar racecars.
Date of dream: Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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1. I am in the driver's seat of a truck on a construction site. Eric my old roommate is operating a crane to my left. There's a few other people around. He is lifting up a giant TV screen with the crane. Maybe a 10 foot wide screen. It swings past my windshield and I have to do a fast maneuver to make sure my vehicle is out of the way. But as it gets to the far side, something goes badly wrong. There's a bump, a crashing sound, falling glass shards... and then the whole chain harness snaps. The expensive device plummets to the ground! It's a bad moment.
Eric is quietly furious of course. He starts bitching about "I can't be everywhere at once, I can't do everything myself." I'm hearing the insinuation: that one of us should have moved into position to save the TV screen. For a brief moment I begin to blame myself, and I start to feel guilty... but as I wake up, a different thought stream comes out:
"Bro, you're actually damn lucky that nobody WAS back there. As bad as it is now, you would have had not just a broken screen, but a decapitated worker. And a multimillion dollar lawsuit for employer negligence and wrongful death on your hands."
2. "Sweeping Away the Tortoise", "Fools for the Taking": a couple of song titles with melodies...[Probably how Eric thinks. Impatient... and sly. That's how he got to be manager of a strip club.]
3. Some sex scene with Tawny Kittaen, wife of David Coverdale in the 80s. She's laying back along a couch, quite confident, bemusedly letting a couple of youths appreciatively explore her pussy like they had just discovered the Pink Hope Diamond!
Date of dream: Monday, July 13, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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1. I am being chased around an industrial building by a guy in fushcia blazer and pants! He wants me dead I guess. I finally get back to my 'apartment', which is a cinderblock walled loft space with double bolted doors. I lock myself in.
He exits the building as I call the cops. I know the guy's car, it's bright pink also. They can't miss it.
But they do. He returns to my building after circling only a couple of blocks... Uh oh.
2. I follow a couple down a dark corridor to a shower. The girl is an exhibitionist. She makes sure the guy's camera is ready, then she throws off some clothes, and climbs up inside the stall. She gets spread eagle, one leg hanging over the shower curtain rail and the other leg over the rear??
I realize this woman is my ex, V.
Meanwhile a couple of topless girls are dancing at a party, having a grand old time, laughing! They have matching black spaghetti straps that descend down and under their breasts. Gray stone walls, like slate over a red holographic fireplace, slowly morphing...
3. Some important design: a skyblue cloudscape, with a feathery shape in the cloud.
4. It's nighttime. I am in a parking lot. My parents are driving and have pulled up in a large rent-a-car, maybe an old Citroen. I unload some gear from our trunk and then get distracted, laying down on the asphalt. They forget about me altogether and walk into a huge restaurant. When I snap out of my reverie, I can't believe they just forgot about me and all the gear. I'm about to yell at them on my cell phone but on closer examination, there's not THAT much stuff to carry. I guess I'll load it in, like I'm just the frickin' bellhop.
I'm trekking through endless basement rooms of seated diners, hurrying servers, etc. Caverns, I think you might call these rooms. At one point, I try to slip through a narrow opening, past a table with bowls of popcorn on it... managing to knock a bunch of popcorn onto the floor, too! I am now a wine server. I start climbing a castle-like circular stairwell up to the ground floor when I hear a woman's voice ahead of me call out "Allons!" (Let's Go!), then there she is, motioning me up to a very fancy dining room.
