Date of dream: Thursday, January 25, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I joined the army, and I was stationed with a few other men at some sort of a State Park overlook.
We were camping under some sort of a shelter, and keeping watch to protect the shelter from
invasion. Myself and one other guy were living in the bunker, while two other guys (Ryan K. and
someone) were living slightly further downhill.
Once I looked up with my bunkmate and noticed a bunch of anti-aircraft missles flying around in the
air. We feared that we were going to be attacked, because we were in a war with someone.
At one point, we were eating dinner in our bunker. We were eating out of numbered pie-pans, very
similar to those that I use at work. At the end of our meal, there was a stack of 25 to 30 pans. One
of the dishes that we had was a pinkish red creamy sause covered with sliced pepperoni.
The Oldsmobile was parked there, with the convertable top down. We had it covered with a large
bought rug. My Rav was parked closer, with the Oldsmobile parked a slight distance from our bunker.
Eventually an old man came up and started talking about the Oldsmobile. He popped the hood and he
started looking at it. I got angry at him and ran over to the car, telling him I was going to "F*ck
him up" if he ever touched my Oldsmobile again. He threatened to touch it, so I restrained him by
pulling his arms behind his back. I had some of my army buddies hold him while I got the keys to put
the top up on the Oldsmobile and move it closer to our bunker.
Additional Comments:
This dream was recorded at 10:31 am.
Date of dream: Monday, January 15, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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My mother and I were trying get the 1969 oldsmobile to start. It had a dead battery, so we were
trying to jump it to get it running (The olds was sitting in the garage in Evansville). We wanted to
take it over to pick up Jesse H. (he and his father were there for part of the dream). We were
having a lot of trouble doing this because of the location of the car and the length of the cables
that we were using. Eventually, my father decided to come out and try to help us. He was acting as
if he knew what to do more so than we did, and that we were doing it all wrong. I was already
frustrated because of the difficulty we were having, and this just frustrated me more and made me
more angry. I kept telling him how angry I was at him and how he was pissing me off, and how much I
hated him right now. I was concerned about getting electrocuted, so I was very careful while
handling the cables. I also had a lot of trouble getting the cables to stay on the terminals.
Sometimes I was working in a puddle of water, making my concern for getting shocked even stronger.
Additional Comments:
This dream was recorded at 10:17 am. The oldsmobile frequently has a dead battery. There have been
several times in the past where I was angry with my father for the same attitude he displayed in
this dream.
Date of dream: Friday, December 29, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I was in the parking area of the driveway with my parents. They wanted me to get some pears out of
the pear tree, and I remember seeing some very small and deformed pears. The next thing I knew,
multiple cars started coming up the driveway and going to my mother's studio. I looked through the
woods to see a steady line of traffic all the way down the road heading for our house and the
neighbors house. Soon car after car kept driving up the driveway and parking in the mound/field. We
all ran over to the studio and started frantically thinking about what to get the people to drink. I
suggested that we pour a few bottles of "Talking Rain" (a fruit drink) into a punch bowl and let
people ladle out what they want.
My mother said no, that we would give each person who wanted one their own bottle of the drink. I
thought this was wasteful, but then my mother told me to get the V8 juice.
Laurette and I left the studio to get the drinks. Laurette was driving the Oldsmobile convertable,
and someone was riding in the back seat. For some reason we had to turn around, and the spot she
chose to turn around was a cemetery. I got nervous as she pulled in, because she was talking loudly
to the person in the back seat and not really paying attention. When she started backing up, I
looked out and cringed as I saw a tombstone scrape against the Oldsmobile and scratch some of the
paint off. I yelled at her to pay attention and be careful! After this we went back to the pole barn
and parked the Oldsmobile inside. The barn was rather empty with plenty of room to pull the car in.
Additional Comments:
I drink at least two Talking Rains every day.
