Mind Lock

I haven't been dreaming much lately. Maybe it's the bed I've been sleeping in, or even the room. I find myself awake around 8 every day, even if I fell asleep at 5, because the way the sunlight slithers in through the windows onto my eyes directly. Abruptly I am shaken from whatever dream world I was in, not remembering much of anything and feeling disgusted, as if everything in the atmosphere was rotting. An odd sensation, indeed.

What I can recall from last nights mess of dream mush:
- Non specific girl that, in the dream, I have a past with returns "home"
- "Home" is a small abandoned town where some houses are occupied by ghosts of memories, and beasts
- making out with non specific girl until shadow monster starts beating on window
-climbing around the house with ease
-at an outlet mall on the sea, visiting my brother at work
- non specific girl and her friend show up, her friend crying because her father was pulled into the abyss just that morning.
-hug both of them for comfort
-banshee attack petrifies everyone


Then my mother burst in, waking me up to move my car. Unable to fall back asleep, I attempted to reconstruct this dream into something meaningful...but I think my lack of good sleep lately has created a knot in my connection to the other-side.

Authority

I was walking around in a large, open city. It felt like central park almost, skyscrapers all around but where I was there was a lake and a large open field. In the center was a massive cathedral on the lake, as if the water was a form of moat. It was made of marble, beautifully crafted and had a lustrous glare coming off it as the sun began to set behind it. A large bridge led to the huge doors of the church, and there was an endless flow of people slowly walking into it, but never exiting. Along the perimeters of the lake was a very Gothic, black metal fence. I, along with some other people, were shouting at the church, rattling the fence with clenched fists.
"Don't trust them!", we screamed," can't you see nobody returns! Reject the false ideologies, think for yourself!"
A police officer approaches us, and everybody scatters, fleeing in absolute fear. I look him in the eyes as he approaches, noticing that he is hulking and towers above me.
"Young man you run along now."
"Officer I cannot and will not. I have the right to my opinion and I can try to warn these people of what I fear."
He leans down and puts his face in front of mine, getting angrier with each word. "This is America, and you will think the way everyone else does."
I attempt to begin protest, trying to argue the logic of that statement, but he presses further and bears down on me. He is no longer a man but a horrific figure. Still with a mans face, but a hulking mass falling upon me like a waterfall. His words are angry, and his voice sounds as if it is being said through the throats of 30 men, all a different pitch. It vibrates in my head, his demands for me to quit, all the while he falls upon me. I am sinking into the ground, his mass crushing me.
I fight back. I thrust my head upward and clock him in the jaw, which causes him to revert to being a normal, large human being. I get him in a leg lock and he is screaming, but pinned.
I call my mother, telling her I think I am in trouble. I explain the situation to her, and my fear of letting him go because I have assaulted an Officer. In my mind I have two options...I either have to kill this man...this thing...or I let it go, and suffer the penalty. As I try to explain this to my mother over the phone, the words stop coming out of my mouth. I try to speak, but I do not have the energy to exhale, and I find myself drifting off.


I woke up and did not want to move, feeling as exhausted as I had felt that last moment of the dream. It was as if something was holding me down to the bed. I drift back into sleep for about 45 minutes without dreaming, then wake up and started my day.

Dissaproval

We were silly-walking through the city streets, admiring the blueish gray skyscrapers made of concrete. Weeds would pop out random cracks in the sidewalk, and although the city was partially busy, it felt abandoned. I slide down stairs as if they are a smooth surface, and turn around looking up to see you laying on your stomach, sliding down feet first. We laugh.
When you reach the bottom, I offer my hand to help you up. You give me a look, such a look that one gives a person they detest. As if my offer was rude, or disgusting.

I woke up confused this morning.

Of Alien attacks and death.

The setting is a small "village" near the ocean. There is a large, single story metallic bunker in the center, a courtyard between it and the ocean. On the left side (facing out towards the ocean) of the bunker is all the small huts and hovels built crudely by people. Made of old street signs, straw, and brick. On the right side of the bunker is a makeshift marketplace where people trade goods. It is the last settlement on earth, and it really isn't that big. Sian and I are sitting on a log in the courtyard, just under a little porch of the bunker. Ben and Matt are to our left, in the courtyard in fold out chairs, talking about something. We hear the rumbling of engines and look up to see thousands of alien ships menacingly moving across the sky. They fade in and out thru the clouds, but they keep coming. They are purple and sleek, and you can see the engines on the back of them spinning. They leave a light blue trail behind them, but it is softly noticed due to the sheer number of them. It's like a constant blanket of ships, streaking from the right (of mine and her position on the log) to the left of the sky. I grab her hand with both of mine and we continue looking up. There is a sense of dread, like we know this is the end, we are fucked, but really there is nothing to do. Everyone in the encampment is silent as this goes on for a while. Just watching the sky being filled with these ships. Behind us, on the back end of the bunker, way off in the distance we hear a shudder, then a soft "kakoooom". The ground shakes slightly, and people begin murmuring. From the direction the noise came in, dark clouds start covering the sky, slowly rolling in the same path as the ships. Eventually there is no more blue, just dark soot colored blankets of clouds. You can still sort of see the ships. They are far less visible, but you know they are there, still constantly streaking the sky. Then blue beams of light start coming down all around us in the courtyard, like lazer pens, thin and precise, just shooting strait down from the sky. The points where the lights make contact, there are little dog tags on the ground. All over the courtyard are these blue, glowing dog-tags beaming light up to the sky. People in the settlement start rushing to collect them for some reason, and a crowd of people bumps into Sian and I, and we lose our grip on eachother. In the confusion, I lose track of where sian, ben and matt got off to. Then I hear the screams, and dust starts getting kicked up. Suddenly large 8 foot tall beasts come charging into camp. They are hulking things, kind of like short furred apes, standing on two legs, decked out in samurai-like armor. The armor is a dark, green metal, like a forest green, but it had a kind of shine too it. It didn't really shine...but it almost looked liquid like? They would snarl and grunt as they went around killing everyone with large hammers. Some of them were riding lizard-like-horses. The horses were also wearing the same kind of armor, and moved swiftly for something so large. Even more frightening, some of the lizardhorses seemed to have been modified into motorcycles, part machine but still breathing. Large wheels, grunting and pumping out steam. The modified motorcycle things could seat two of the aliens. One would be driving, the other held large plasma canons. They looked like those "air bazookas" but would charge up and launch a green, pulsating liquid that would melt whatever it came into contact with. I watch as they roar thru the encampment, destroying huts and the marketplace, people being brutally bludgeoned or melted or trampled. I look around for them more, avoiding being run over by a motorcycle barely. I turn around and stab the passenger, pull myself into his seat while pushing him off, then stab the driver in the neck through a slit in his armor and take control of the machine beast. I start driving it as fast as I can, realizing that everyone is doomed, I drive off a cliff expecting to die. But I land safely and keep going through this large valley. Everything is darkening cuz the grey clouds still cover the sky. I keep driving into this endless grassy, hilly field, occasionally turning the machine beast back a little to see a shit ton of them following me. I eventually give up, stop the bike, get off and lay down. I see them approach me, close my eyes, and feel my head get stomped into mush in one swift thunk.

I wake up for a moment, then fall right back asleep.


I am laying in the same position I left the dream in. I push myself up and look around me. I am still in the endless field, but the aliens are gone. I feel like I am seeing through a filter, everything is dark and muddy. I look up to see a large, 3 story tall hooded grim reaper like figure, sitting on a large dark horse that is also cloaked and floating a good foot above the ground. They seem to be engulfed in a sort of black fire/smoke kind of thing, it waving in an aura around them. He moves so gracefully as he puts a soft finger on my shoulder, turning me gently around facing back the way I had rode the bike. I see a large number of other figures just like him in the distance, guiding other people. I become compelled and begin walking, the reaper figure by my side most of the time. When he leaves me I don't notice, I am like a moth to a flame. I finally reach this area in the open field with three large glass doors. Behind them are sets of stairs. The one on the left is a white set of stairs that lead down, the one in the middle are also white stairs but the lead up. The third door leads to a purple set of stairs that lead up as well. I try to open the white "up" doors in the middle, but they don't budge, which frustrates and scares me a little. I go towards the door to the "down" stairs, and quickly decide fuck that. On the verge of panicking, I look around. To the left I see what kind of looks like a gas station. I head towards it and as soon as I am inside, the darkness filter kind of goes away and the lighting becomes that of like...inside a chuck-e-cheese almost. It had that kind of atmosphere as well. I wander around inside and people keep coming up to me, introducing themselves. One guy with dark skin, a beard that looks like pubic hair glued on, asks me to trade something with him. I think it was "destinies" or something. I say no thanks and walk away, bumping into a person that is kind of shape shifting between faces. Every face he has kind of looks like someone I have seen before, but never completely because it is constantly in the act of changing. His hair stayed the same shape, a short kinda spikey look, but it would fade from blond to light brown to strawberry blond etc. He is asking me if I want to combine destinies with him. He trys to put bowling shoes in my hand and I say no and knock them to the ground. I apologize but he smiles and says it's okay, turns to the next person that walks in and starts talking to them. I get in line to talk to a woman at a counter, and notice i have a red felt tail wrapped around my waist. When I look up from the tail, I am at the counter. the lady at behind the desk tells me essentially i have to choose hell, or the third door, which leads to what the aliens would want our afterlife to be. I begin looking for sian, or ben, or matt, wanting to discuss the repercussions and philosophies of what the alien race would want our after life to be like. I frantically search all around the station (which I am pretty sure can be called limbo. that's what I felt like it was when I was there) but can't find her or anyone I know, people constantly asking me for this or that.

I wake up, dehydrated, sip some water, fall back asleep.

[This was like a flashback to me and ben fighting the "war" with the aliens, before the first part of the dream] Most of humanity doesn't realize that we are being attacked, since the creatures are only sending in essentially special task forces. scene on beach, ben has a large gun, has to shoulder mount to fire. It is blocky, with a long cylinder nozzle that shoots a blue ray that freezes things. On top of the gun was a clear cylinder that, over time, filled up with light aqua colored crystals. He is firing and freezing the beasts as they head towards us from inland while I point out to him where they are coming from. (by the way this is set around dusk, so the sky is kinda dark blue-purple with hints of red and orange from the sunset over the ocean) We fight our way closer inland, near a road that ramps down to the ocean. We get further along the road and the gun stops working very well. Apparently the crystals in the cylinder form from air molecules, but needs pure sea air to work properly. At this point we are in cover behind a small cement barricade in the street, put there to prevent cars from driving down to the ocean. Ben drops the large gun and pulls out a stick of dynamite and a lighter. Igniting the wick, he hands the dynamite to me and says "Throw it!". I look at him like what the hell why couldn't you just throw it, but then realize fuck I am holding a lit stick of dynamite and toss it over the barricade. There are no aliens there, just a large woman in a beat up old car, bitching at us for making ice sculptures and breaking them all over the beach. The explosive lands under her car and goes off, obliterating her. Ben and I look at each other, and he starts running. I follow him.We keep running until we reach an old boat house. Ben is ahead of me, and he runs into the side door, closes it, and locks me out. I knock on the door and tell him to open it up. He opens a small slot, checks to see if its me, then lets me in. I turn around and try to lock the door but for some reason now there is no lock, so I back away from it, hoping for the best. Inside the warehouse/boathouse, it is large and empty. There are piles of straw on the ground in some spots, but mostly it is slightly damp cement. The walls are made of old, almost rotting wood. The roof is pretty high up, and some metal chains hang down from it, draping like vines in a jungle. We go through the boathouse, and see a set of doors that should be the main entrance, but lead out the side. We open them to find ourselves in a small, fenced off grassy spot that follows the side of the boathouse. On the other side of the fence is another small, fenced off area coming out the back of a house. A cow proceeds to come out of a doggy door in the neighboring area, and I feel nervous. We walk along the side of the boathouse and circle around to see we are on a river. We carefully walk across a small ledge along the riverside of the boathouse, jump across some posts sticking out of the water, jump onto a small raft, jump over to a small speedboat, then make a ten foot jump from that boat to the land, which kind of looks like riverstreet where the boats dock up. I say "damn im good" and ben gives me a thumbs up as he struggles to pull himself up, nearly having missed the last jump.

I've seen a house fly...

I was with her. We were exploring Savannah, and yet it wasn't Savannah. It was in the middle of nowhere, and there were hills and cliff sides. We walked to a spot, top of a large hill overlooking a large river. On the other side of the river was Tybee, and the Fort, except in pristine condition.
It was grassy on the hill, soft and vibrant green. There were tons of others sitting and viewing the landscape. The only spot we could find was close to the drop off point of the cliff. I sat closer to the edge, she on my right. She leans over and rests her head on my shoulder and it conflicts me: I very much enjoy this, the feeling I receive when she is close to me is far exceeded by the intensity of when we are touching, and I can smell her. I will never forget that smell, but I cannot describe nor put my finger on it. But as she is leaning against me, I feel myself slowly sliding towards the edge. Anxiety starts to fill up, then I look skyward and see an elephant. Only, it isn't an elephant exactly, for it has large dragon wings and tail. All other parts are elephant-like, tho (trunk, grey skin, I could even see his junk). He was flying above us, circling. How something so large can look so elegant in the sky is baffling. I was worried, for I kept thinking he was going to drop a load on us. It was at this point some of the ground gave way and I began to slip. I could have grabbed her, it might have saved me. But I did not want to take her down as well. I landed in the river and was ripped apart by crocodiles.

Mathmatics

Last night, I definitely dreamed of something. I am not really clear as to what happened, although I know it involved pixels and mathematics. I remember numbers, tons of them, all making sense to me at the time, leading up to a scam that made me rich. I remember being in a science lab coat, I remember seeing my life played back to me on a strand of DNA. Then it broke apart into individual colored pixels, and drifted into many directions like an odd breeze swept thru a light snowfall. It is an odd blur. I remember being on the crest of a hill in a valley of ups and downs, snow dunes. I pictured myself painting over the scenery in my own image.

Woke up feeling pretty refreshed, actually.

biking in circles

Not much is remembered about this one. I was riding a bicycle through an amusement park, looking for the parking garage where my car was stored. I circled the place multiple times and could not seem to find it. I ended up riding too close to a drop off that randomly was there, and fell over the side 20 feet down. When I tried to get up, I saw my left arm was mangled and tangled in the wreckage of the bike.


I woke up to the severe pain on my left arm. Every joint (shoulder, elbow, wrist, and every knuckle in my fingers) feel like they are being stabbed by frozen fire. The muscle in my forearm feels like it's been chewed on. This isn't the first time I have injured myself coming out of a dream, but damn does it hurt.

rabbid rock

I was driving my car, but it was on a train track. It was deep in some mountain range, going around cliff sides and over large bridges. At one point the ground underneath the tracks collapsed and my car fell through the earth. When I came to, I saw I was in a dark cave. There was light coming from the hole I fell through, roughly 50 feet up, and a faint greenish glow coming from down one of the tunnels. I climbed out of the car and started waking towards the light. Eventually I reached the source: a room full of multicolored crystals, all faintly glowing and emitting a feeling of calm and warmth. I spotted a small cluster of purple quartz that seemed to glow more ferociously then any of the other materials in the room. And not just visually, I could feel the power coming from them. Like a moth to the flame I couldn't help myself, and slowly went towards the cluster. When my fingers came in contact, my flesh began to harden. Dark, rock like scales started forming all over my arms and growing up my neck, consuming me. Parts of it would harden into spikes. Eventually I was completely covered, my body deformed and barely resembling the shape of a human anymore.Then my brain went into overdrive. Images and ideas raced through my mind, thousands of them, in half a second. (I can't really remember what exactly they were, which may be a good thing) Instantly, I cracked. I started screaming, grunting, my heart pacing. All I have the urge to do is kill. I storm out of the cave, breaking through the earth as if it were paper, and begin killing everything. I kill my mom, my dad, my best and closest friends. I destroy cities. I crumble mountains. I just rampage until nothing is left, and then I lay down and become one with the earth.

warm water and bathroom ghosts

dreamt I was driving home from class, but for some reason I was in western NY. The only tell tale factor was that it was snowing outside. That light, very few flakes of snow kinda precipitation, where it melts as it hits the ground. Also, when I walk into what was supposed to be my apartment complex, I had to pass by a pool to get to my room. Sitting on the edge of the pool with his feat in the water is my friend Paz, and in the actual water was Ana. I asked them what the heck? since it was so cold outside, but after dipping my foot in I noticed the pool was as warm as a hot spring. I told them I would be right back, deciding to run up to my room and get my swim suit.

When I got to my room, I decided to take a shower first. I was just rushing through, quickly putting on shampoo and soap, when I hear a whistling noise like "Oooooooooooo!" Then the curtains push into the tub, entangling me. I fight back, pushing them outward and screaming "OOOOOOOOO!" back, as if it is the way to deal with ghosts.

Next I am laying in my bed. I am not sure if this part was me awake or me dreaming I was in my bed, but I remember thinking "I should get going down there to meet them at the pool" and instantly saying to myself "no, it's too late, I have lost that part of the dream and shall never have it back. Even if I took myself down there, they would be gone."

tame the raptor, get the mermaid

so I have been ignoring this place for a while, other then to look at other peoples stuff. I figure I should use it for something, so this shall become my dream log. enjoy my wondrous brain meats.



The dream starts off with me in a thick jungle. I am searching for food on the ground, it's some pear shaped fruit but it has seeds like a strawberry. When I find a nice patch of them I start diggin' in. About halfway thru eating all of them I hear a rustling next to me and turn to see a Jurassic park version of a raptor lunging at me. it was probably about 15 feet tall, brownish red. I roll out of the way and have a little Mexican standoff with it, then charge him full steam. It goes to bite me but I grab it's neck, swing around, and straddle it like a horse. Instantly it becomes tame and loyal haha. So I begin riding him around hunting for bigger more delicious food stuffs. I end up at this cliff that overlooks a camp of some sort, heavily guarded like a fort. 20 foot high wooden walls, all sharpened at the top. Upon closer inspection I saw the Nazi colors raised all around the camp. Naturally I realized Nazi camp, Nazi gold! I circled around the camp and found a weak spot in the wall. My dino easily crashed through the wooden gate and I am surrounded by German screaming and gunfire going off. I dismount and let him wreak havoc upon the guards while I stealthily explore the camp. While going around a corner a Nazi saw me and pointed his gun at my head. Time stood still I think, cuz it seemed like he just pointed at me for a few minutes. Then, as he was about to pull the trigger, dinosaurus awesome came and ripped his head off. I remember it kind of looked like he gave me a thumbs up, before I went into the building I was about to enter. Inside was a shit ton of gold, like mountains of coins and such. I start stuffing my pockets when I hear a gargled plea for help. Nearing the back of the warehouse, I see a large tank of water. It's dark and murky so I have to get close to make out what is inside. When I put my face on the glass, a mermaid started banging on the glass. She had dark blue colored dreadlocks, small crabs climbing through them. Her neck had gill slits on it, but her face was regular. Ignoring the fact that she would need water to breath, I bust open the tank and carry her outside. There are torn limbs and guns laying all over, walls are covered in blood. I whistle and dinobuddy shows up, riddled with bullet wounds but showing no signs of pain. Next thing I remember was me mounted on the dino, holding onto the mermaid in one arm, looking off into the distance with piles of Nazi corpses all around, the wooden gates on fire. Like some awesome frazetta poster.