Monday, April 28, 2014

The Dragon

I somehow ended up with a ticket to see a big show in a stadium. I wasn't particularly interested in the show, which was supposed to be a guy lecturing, so as I sat in my seat I contemplated leaving and scalping my ticket. The show was starting though, and the ticket had been a gift, so I determined to stay it out. I was in a high up balcony seat, from which I couldn't even see much of the court floor, but there were giant tv screens hanging over the court floor, which were starting to flash bright flashes of light as part of the intro show.

That didn't last long, and the next thing I knew, I was "backstage" in an old stone mansion, in a small room with a couple other people who had seen the show, an 11 or 12 year old boy, and The Dragon himself, who had just given the talk/show. The young boy expressed total disinterest in being there, and climbed out of the one window, ostensibly onto the roof. (At a later point in the dream, that I don't recall how it fit in to the plot, I went around the stone mansion, and on that side of the house, just below some windows, there was a deep, rushing river, which concerned me for the boy, but then I realized we'd been another level up where there was roof that he could have gone out on and safely reached the front of the house from.)  I stayed, and gave The Dragon a lookover, which was fairly easy, as we were all in this small room, and The Dragon was only wearing black boxer-briefs.  He was a beautiful man with a long brown ponytail and about 80% of his body was scars and recovering skin from having been burned. His actual dragon had burned him, mostly in one incident. He had been a very outgoing, wealthy, dragon man until his major burns, and now he was shyer and more retiring. But he was beautiful and had amazing eyes and we stared at each other for a long time.

Then we started courting lightly. Days went by, it was snowy out, and I ran into him skiing off towing a sled to go a mall to shop for gifts for me. A strange dream aside occurred with a flash to a cartoon-scene in which Cinderella was polishing a large throne/statue with prophesies carved into it, and as she polished it, it changed from a prediction of something about me or The Dragon, into a definite message of marriage between us. Cartoon Cinderella got all excited and rushed about to see if all of the messages on the chair had changed - which they had. Back to my realistic-style dream, I ran into The Dragon at a kitchen store, where he was having a set of copper pots boxed up. He handed me a light but large and unwieldy box to hold, and I fell on my back under it, and we had a good laugh. I compared myself awkwardly to a particular pixie girl on tv who does things like that. He didn't show signs of liking me less.

In a later scene that I watched as if watching a movie, he was back in his stone mansion, and his advisor, or dragon-hand, talked to him about something to be cautious about, and The Dragon's eyes flashed and became large round purple-blue dragon eyes for a moment.

At other points in the dream, somewhere in the middle of it, my cats were around, but I had my boy-cat and then a female version of him, rather than both of my cats. I had to let them each in off a roof through a window with 4 or 5 screen coverings. I also discovered an extra room or two in my home.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Full Anxiety, March 26/27

I had a lot of dreams, mostly full of anxiety themes.

In the only non-anxiety-filled one I had moved to a new giant apartment, on a commune, and was working on getting moved in and preparing for some house guests who knew me, but who I couldn't figure out where I knew them from (but it wasn't really a problem). After they arrived, they teased me that I didn't know where they knew me from, and I finally admitted that it was true. They filled me in that they had known my dad when he had an apartment in a big city. They were neighbors and hung out one day when he put out an old television on the front steps, selling it for $15.

In the next dream, I was at a dentist's office to have an operation to have a tooth on the upper right side of my mouth removed. They were giving me a giant dive-mask like thing to breath from to calm me, which was fine, but the procedure itself was said to be very dangerous, because it was a special tooth with special nerve endings. One of my friends, DO-W, who is a professor in waking life, was a dental assistant but she kept being elsewhere. The dentist kept turning on this exploratory drill and pointing at things in my mouth with it, and then setting it down on the chair I was in, which had a sheet over it like a doctor's table, and he would leave the drill on, so it would keep spinning and catch itself up in the sheet. 

I had another dream that I was back at my old college, on the first day of a new term and it was 10 minutes till I was supposed to be in a 2 hour long course. I was trying to eat a lunch first, because I also had another class at 3, but I quickly gave up on eating. Then it was about 5 minutes to class time, and I realized that I didn't know where the class was, so I tried looking it up and asking some campus people for help, but no one could figure out. And then I ran around campus trying to figure out if I could find the class before it started. And then I wondered if I should even bother taking "Orientalist Literature" but I figured I should at least try going to the first day, because maybe it would be cool, and we would be reading amazing books, and I should make an informed decision.

Then I had another short one between snooze alarms, but now I can't recall it.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Night of Dec 28/29th, Further Unstuck

A lot of activity and adventure, packed into one long, fluid dream. The order is a bit jumbled now though.

I was at a fancy house, and thirsty, so I dug through the drawers of the fridge, looking for a beverage. There were a few juice bottles and other items, but I didn't want to take the last of anything. I took a few sips of a grape juice bottle, and considered getting some water, but it was time to run on, so I and my companions ran out of the house.

We were in a university classroom, and a student was going to present on his recent research. I was going to sit with some graduate student friends, but first we needed to make sure there was an aisle that extended all the way to the back of the seating, so people could reach the refreshments table. One or two of them needed to scoot their chairs apart for that, and then I needed someone to move down a seat, so there would be room for me in the 2nd row from the back. It all worked out, though I never made it over to the refreshments. The student gave his talk, which passed quickly. I took a few swigs from a whiskey bottle, and then thought it would be classier to poor a serving into a little clear plastic cup I had, so I did. But I poured too much, and then decided not to drink any of it.

It was time to run again. I was with a team, a new member on an almost fully reconstituted work team from the previous year. We were led by the one continuing member, a man, who knew where we were to run, and the mission we were on. We were to break into a compound, and collect some important supplies. The supplies and the goal were a bit of a mystery though. We didn't have full instructions. We started running across a park in a small town. It was dark out, and the streets around us were full of cars and bike commuters. I could run fast, and though I mostly was bringing up the rear of the team's single file running, I could pass some of my teammates when I pushed to run faster. We traveled across the town quickly, slowing only at one street crossing, where cars stopped, but I had to more actively avoid the bicyclists. There was slushy, melting snow on the ground, and I thought to myself that I could use my bicycle to commute again now.

My team got ahead of me as I was crossing the street, and I lost track of where they had gone up the path. I considered turning around, and seeing if they'd doubled back, but then I started running up the jogging path. There was a small creek surrounded by trees on the left of the path, grass to the right, but up a ways, there was a plain warehouse building. As I ran forward, I noticed that my team was running back this way down the path, and then turned along side of the building, now running perpendicular to the path, towards a small door in the side of the building. The appeared to be being chased, so I cut diagonally across the field to catch up with them at the door. We got in to the warehouse, and took a break within. The wife of the team leader was there, and made a comment about how different the team was now, with a suggestion that the old team had been poorly composed. We picked up some large black garbage bags of supplies, and started up a ramp which led to some stairs, continuing our climb. At the top of the stairs, there was a landing where we could all pause. I briefly noted that this was a dream, and swam through the air to the ceiling, before descending back down to my team to continue our mission.

We went through the door into another room/land. This room's air was a little thicker, but not in a way that slowed us. We paused just inside the room though, to take stock and assess our goals. One of the bags we carried spilled some jelly beans on the floor, and I ate some red ones. They were good. Across the room, there were a couple young women in black leotards, stretching. They were aerial acrobats. One of my team members noted that it was not a solid career path, because their bodies would age and degrade right as they were reaching the peak of their careers, and then what would they do?  I realized that this room was actually underwater, and that we were breathing liquid air. I swam up to the top of the room, where a visible, but non-physical netting marked the end of the water, and the start of air. I surfaced, and found the air very difficult to breath. It was a little hard to swim back down, but I did, and then I pointed out the strangeness of the room to my team.

My team talked for a while, with a few small negative comments about our mission, and a few questions and discussion about where we were heading and what sorts of items we were to collect. A person who looked like a young girl was hovering to my right, and I noticed something peculiar about her. Somewhere in the conversation, someone mentioned the wearing of a mask, and she might have repeated it. She seemed annoyed, and then repeated the wearing a mask statement again. She opened a glass cabinet along the wall, and started to remove pieces of her head/mask. She was slowly revealing her true face, as the queen. No one else on my team seemed to notice yet, and I was aware that she was bothered by some of their flippant remarks about our mission.

Dec. 26th or 27th, Unstuck

Among many similar instances of getting almost-trapped and then pushing through to unstick myself in this fairly long dream, I was wandering around a science building on a university campus. It was done in blues and whites and had the "biology labs" scent of such buildings. I was trying to leave it, because I was trying to get somewhere. I entered a stairwell, that had a square, spiral staircase down to the ground floor. As I descended, the stairwell got narrower and narrower, and a young man joined me.

In many dreams, I would get stuck at this point, not able to move beyond a smaller and smaller location, but I pushed on, while talking to the guy, who asked me how to leave the space. I pushed on until we got to the bottom of the stairs, into a small room, with a double-paneled metal door with a library book drop built in to the center of it. I used my strength to pry up the first metal panel far enough that I could get through, and then I pushed out the outer metal panel, and escaped the building into the night. 

Many similar situations preceded or followed this one. There were also familiar "waiting for the bus in a dark city" scenes, but in this dream, the buses did come, and I was able to find money in my wallet, and when I didn't want to wait for the buses, I just walked somewhere else. I was unstuck.

Monday, December 23, 2013


I was on a university campus with the general path layout, but not topography nor quite the same buildings in parts, as my waking world one. I was walking from a park-like area (where in the waking world, there is a parking lot and a building), and through a set of buildings that used to be a test high school (very similar to waking world.) I turned around to look back at the park area, and up on a small rise, there was a large, predatory animal. It may or may not have swapped out with a grizzly bear for a short while, and then it faded away/left, and a giant brown furry beast, that I was calling something (not badger, but something close), but that was maybe like a large wolverine crossed with a large mountain lion. It had the overly muscled limbs and human-ish torso of mediocre computer animated beasts in Harry Potter or The Hunger Games, but hid a lot of the poor design with long, well brushed, chocolate brown fur.

One was on the rise, and then it was joined by another, and the grizzly bear stood around with them for a bit, but wasn't menacing in the same way. I dashed into the middle of the brick-paved courtyard between the test high school buildings, to a kiosk that had a single landline phone on the counter. I looked in a small directory book, to try to find the phone number for the appropriate agency on campus to alert.  A group of middle school children crowded around me, oblivious to the beasts' approach, wanting to use the phone for their own fun purposes. I successfully kept them at bay, while searching for the right number. Should I call a vet? were there animal control offices on campus? Nothing was showing up. This didn't seem like quite the appropriate thing to report to campus police.  For a minute while I was looking at the directory, I offered the phone to a girl to use while I couldn't use it, but she didn't take advantage of my offer quickly enough, so I took it back.

Without success at the phone, and being able to tell that the beasts were approaching, I ran onwards to the door to my building - which looked almost just like it does in the waking world. I punched in my key code, and opened the door, but while leaning across a railing, in a way that made me have to run around a ramp a bit extra to actually enter the building. **Despite this, I successfully evaded the beasts and made it indoors, where all the lights were out. I thought this was weird, and that something strange must be happening. I was only in the loading dock entrance though, so it might be localized. I dug out my key light, and produced enough light to make it down the short hall to the next door. As I reached that door, some people approached me. There was something going on, and I could either be a servant to their cause, or I'd be in trouble. I ran to escape them, by going into the heart of the building, which was a twist on the library building, with a few features/wings from past dream-libraries. For a while I wandered around interacting with people, learning about what was going on, alternating with just wandering around as if it were a normal day.

But then the pursuit became stronger,and I ran through the main reference area, with a momentary hint that this was a dream and a failed attempt to launch into flying (never mind the ceiling is pretty low in this part of the building). I ran to a strange wing that was all white, and had semi-hidden elevators down a long hall, thinking to escape to the upstairs. But as I reached the elevators, I turned around and could see a person standing still, staring, watching me, back at the hall's entrance, and I knew that they had people just watching where I was going all the time, so there was no point in trying this method of escape. I ran back at the person hoping to run him down.  I don't recall what happened at this point.

***I was back outside wandering around the courtyard, and there were campus police (primarily soft, blonde, middle-aged women) in light grey uniforms, carrying large guns in pursuit of the beasts roaming campus. That was good, but they still hadn't actually taken any out.

**Starting at this point, the order of events might be all out of whack.
***This section may be from before I entered the building, but I think it actually did come later.

Sunday, December 15, 2013


Last night/this morning (eve of/ Dec. 15) I had a complex one, which I only remember bits of:

There were a lot of important people mingling, like they would at a business party. One person was favored to be in charge, but then I ended up in a small room with a handful of people, and a man who was more clearly going to be in charge. One person told of a dream they had had the previous night, that they were flying somewhere in a large, fancy airplane. And then another person said they had had the same experience. And the man who was going to be in charge (who looked like Wallace Shawn who played Vizzini in the Princess Bride) said that he too had had that dream, and that it had been a fleet of aircraft with each one of his elite group on one of the other planes. Everyone in the room had had that dream. With a look, he asked me to tell him his future, and I said that I can't always see that on a person, but then he grinned at it was written in light, shimmering blue across his teeth, and so I foretold of his coming to power and of happiness and success.  He didn't seem especially impressed by my reading though.

Later/seperately, I was in a large, airy gymnasium, and a high school friend, Shawn was running a food cart that was very tall. He was high up, so I was looking almost straight up to talk with him. The food cart menu was a many paged affair, carved lightly into sheets of tinfoil. S suggested that he could teach gym classes at my college, since he had experience teaching high school gym. I was dubious that he would have the right type of gym class experience for the weird classes taught at the college.

Delayed dream post 2

More backdated dreams

On the eve of Oct. 24, 2013, I had this one:

This morning between when my alarm clock first went off and when I actually got up, I had a very visually-detailed dream, in which this woman walked down a gravel path behind a house I was living in, with a thin, but long, light grey cat in a baby carrier. When she got near my house, the cat jumped out of the carrier and ran into the swampy field opposite my house, past the path. The cat encountered my cats in the hillocks of grass and muddy low parts, and they tussled and splashed mud all over. I ran out to intervene, and the woman ran over and grabbed her cat. My cats were all shiny and fluffy on their muddy perch in the mist. And I stood back to look at them. The lady had started dropping various stretches of crochet work around the muddy field, and I thought to myself that it was just making things messier. She turned to me and pointed out all the ivy and other weeds growing around the yard and closer to my house, ivy in the trees and growing on the back of my house. She said I should clean that all up and then things would look good and the crochet work would make the place beautiful. I said something about how I was only renting so I didn't care about the ivy, and when she gave me stink eye for that, I said I was a perfectionist with ivy, so if I started pulling it out, it would be a gigantic project.

Nov. 16/17
In addition to a variety of increasingly positive (they started out a little freaky, but got more fun as the night went on), weird adventures in my dreams last night, at one point I was laying on the back of a blue airplane flown by "Bonjour Airlines" holding on like Atreyu riding Falcor, watching some crazy futuristic city landscapes pass underneath.