Date of dream: Thursday, May 06, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I descended some stairs into a bar that was octagonally shaped. The seats were in the center in a circle - which I guess isn't what a normal bar is like. Keifer Southerland was there, sipping a beer quietly. We didn't speak to eachother, I ordered a Guiness (which is weird because I don't drink) but drank it and spoke to the bartender. He was a short man, Sicilian, but quite friendly. We spoke about nothing really until he asked me,
"Do you want to smell some flowers?"
I answered, "Yeah, sure." He turned to go behind a door or something before returning with a handful of flowers by the stems. There were three: one red, one white, and one black or blue. I bent down to smell them and was astounded at the smell. It was the most sweet, citrus, fragrant thing I had ever been graced with inhaling. I told him so and he smiled.
We sat in silence for some moments, but before long he asked me if I wanted to go to a funeral. For some reason I said yes. I'm not a big funeral person in waking life - but for some reason it seemed appropriate.
Then I was downtown - walking through a group of wailing Sicilian women. A group of men were carrying a casket. The women had white head scarves and were crying and bawling. I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness, loss, and a feeling of hopelessness. It was cold outside, I had on a long black jacket. Even though I didn't know who had died, or who these people were, I was really affected by it.
The man appeared again, walking through the crowd with his arms full of boquets or these flowers. He would hand a singular one to one of the crying women and they would embrace him and find calmness. He approached me in a similar fashion - asked if I would like a flower. I said yes. We hugged eachother. With my face in his shoulder I began to cry.
As I did - I felt a strong relief wash over my body - and something told me everything would be ok.
That's all I remember.
Additional Comments:
An interesting dream. It felt good.
Date of dream: Saturday, March 13, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was inside of a huge room that had been constructed by computer. What I mean is that it was created to look like a regular room, but it was virtual I guess. But it was also real because I was walking around in it. Anyway, this space was owned by me. I think it was like a work space or just a private room of mine. A little screen popped up to let me know that a user had logged in to my room. His name was Manifesto. At first he was being nice (though I thought it weird because no one ever really just goes into other people's rooms I guess), but after awhile he refused to leave. Soon, he was inside my wall - in a trap door that had a bunch of holes in it. He was creepy. I tried logging myself out but I couldn't.
I forced a log out, rebooted the room (to clear it) whatever that meant, then I tried logging back in. He was still there.
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Next dream, I was walking up a road on the side of a mountain. There was a storm/chain link fence next to me that followed on the left side of the path that was on the side of a large hill that led down to a stream. I was going up the hill. The fence connected to a large rock face. There was a hole on the ground, all of a sudden two people popped their heads up somewhat dirty but smiling. They began talking to me, they had terrible grammar skills. It was hard speaking with them because of this. I kept getting somewhat annoyed and creeped out at the same time.
Date of dream: Thursday, February 25, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I had this dream after a short nap that really was only about an hour long.
I was riding on a restaurant seat, you know those ones with the plastic covering to prevent spills that you see at Denny's or something. I was laying down on the seat with a girl that I just recently met from waking life. It was on railroad tracks and we were traveling pretty fast. She and I were cuddling, zooming down my hometown on the tracks behind a shopping center. It was night time, and I could feel the power of the wind all over my body. It got to a point where we were holding on to the seat while it went by. As we got closer to the shopping center, the back of the seat folded down so it became more like a bench.
Somehow, we had to stand up or something and it kept going without us. We were standing in a dark corner under an overhang near the shopping center waiting for the next bench to go by so we could sit on it. There was a concrete bench there where people could wait for the ones on train tracks that came by. These two drifters came up to us and asked to sit next to us. We said it was fine. It was a couple, the girl sat next to me and handed me a huge binder of papers and asked if I wanted to read her poetry and look at her art. I smiled and said of course, but as I was beginning to open up the binders the next bench came and stopped and waited for us all to get on. The drifters went and sat on it, but called to me (who was still on the concrete bench, I think the girl and I wanted our own) and asked if I would hand them their burritos. I guess they had left a bag with two burritos next to me. I fumbled for it and handed them to the drifters.
Then I woke up. Nothing too special I know. I guess what made me write this down was the feeling of the wind on the body, the fact that it was night time, and the interesting imagery of the tracked benches.
