Ripe Fruit

I picked a bowl of apples off of my apple tree, to see if they were any good. And then I let them sit overnight, and they developed a lot of red color and were delicious and one was pumpkin sized and had bits of blue cheese marbled through it (but otherwise still tasted like a fresh, crisp, juicy apple. And then I noticed a papaya tree growing in my living room, and went over and picked a bunch to determine if they were any good (since obviously I'd neglected out of lack of noticing it). Some were a bit overripe, but some seemed good (didn't taste any.)

Then I asked someone (R?) to cut off a slice of the apples to try, but he found one that was weird and green-orange and seedy like a pumpkin inside and I saw that it was dark green on the outside, and I exclaimed along the lines of, "not that bad one, try a good one!"

So many dreams so little memory

For some time I've been having multiple highly vivid dreams each night. However, my cat tends to distract me from remembering them properly when I wake up. From Aug. 2-Aug. 8 I was away from my cat and had many dreams each night (waking between many of them throughout the entire night), and having time to think about them and remember them somewhat after waking. However, I didn't have a chance to write any down. And now, I'm back to my cat's distractions... This morning I did manage to remember bits of two though:

1. I was prospecting and found a big crack in a rock. I used the back side of a hammer to pry the crack open. Part of the rock broke off, exposing a handful of gold in a variety of sizes, from large stone, to small pebbles.

2. My sister-in-law gave birth early.

Upon waking I found a number of emails and texts sharing the news that my sister-in-law gave birth to her son a month early.

Scenes

My cat was toying with a little grey rat who had a lame front right paw.

I was holding a thin, curved sword in my right hand, and the corner of a sheet of newsprint in my left hand. I shook the newsprint up and down trying to turn it into a sword as that would prove that Satan doesn't exist.

Sea Cucumber

In the middle of a much longer dream, I looked down into a bowl of water at knee height and saw three blobs that were mostly brown, with blue and red parts. They were sort of potato-like, brown with spots, but they had little wavy bits like a sea creature that were blue, at one end of each of them, and some areas around their spots that were highlighted in reds and blues. I thought to myself, "those look healthy," but then was a bit upset when the little blue tentacles of one of them started to go towards me and almost started climbing my leg. I moved away carefully.

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They were much like sea cucumbers:
Like this but more brown, and the tiny tentacles on the left were blue:

And while the one that tried to climb my leg was about the shape of the first image, the other two were shaped more like this one (and the spots are like the blue spot on this one:

And, the tentacle bits were a little more like this... but lots of them, like in the first image above:

And no, I hadn't been thinking about sea cucumbers at all... though I have been thinking about potatoes a lot lately.

Morning Shorts

Between 7am and 9:30am I had a bunch of little dreams. I only recall little bits of them.

1. I was on a sloping mountain road, biking down the side of a mountain, from near the top of it. Some guy was there, some other people were with me. I had to stop to do something, the guy caught up with us, and I chatted with the guy for a minute. While I was talking with him, I realized I could fly, so I sort of started to take off.

2. I was watching a scene taking place on the bridge of Star Trek Deep Space 9. The crew was the crew of The Next Generation though, and Worf was wearing a purple suit, with a white shirt, black bow tie, and big, hipster, black-rimmed glasses. Dr. Who (10th Doctor) ran through the room and sat down at a computer. Rickie was with him.

3. I was in my house (pretty close approximation of the house I currently live in). It was a grey day outside, like early fall, however inside, there was copious, warm sunlight pouring in through the Southwest facing windows as if it was early summer. A number of people were there with me, though through the course of the dream the people and the number of people changed quite a bit. A large raven with rich blue feathers (and some black feathers) hopped into the house. We tried to track it and chase it out of the house, and succeeded in trapping it in my bedroom.  It sat up on a little storage loft over my closet and hung out for a while while we thought about how to get it back outside.  Some strange little goopy man, about the length of my hand dropped from the ceiling on the opposite corner of the room. He was spidery and cookie-doughy all at once, and I was glad he scurried out of the house quickly. I went over to that part of the room and saw that it had formed out of some raw cookie dough that I had accidentally sprayed on the ceiling there months ago. There were some little strings of fishing wire that hung down from the ceiling and from them, two or three chocolate chip cookies were hanging, having formed when the sunlight melted and cooked the dough that had over-wintered on the ceiling. I was relieved to see that no other goopy men had formed.

A couple friends and I managed to circle the raven and the raven hopped down the stairs out of my room and towards the front door. I was trying to figure out how I would get a pillowcase over the raven to bag it so I could make sure it went outside, when the raven grew a long neck and turned into a bald-necked but otherwise similarly dark blue and black feathered turkey.

Houseguest, Globalization

1. A friend who had been going to come visit but whose ride fell through (in real life), actually showed up. He hung out with R and they worked at some computer screens on their music. It turned out he'd just been joking when he said he didn't have a ride.

2. I was taking a university course in something social-sciencey. I had to write a paper about something to do with globalization, and I was really excited to finally write about the use of dragon-benches. These, of course, were specially designed benches you could use to sit next to your dragon while it was lying down. My professor didn't think that this was a great topic, so I decided to write about how it related to the difference in the global spread of milk and corn tortilla chips.

Guest Dreamer: BGL

It involved me and a couple of mom friends of mine, and finding ourselves (and our babies) involved in some sort of "game" with some rowdy bandits, where in order to get your car back from them (for they had grabbed the car keys right out of the car) to get your keys back, you had to win them back. In order to do that, you had to grab some keys at random out of a hat, and then figure out which car they were for, before anyone else did. It was out in a field or the woods or something, and there were about 100 cars all parked at random. It was like "Fast and Furious" where there were all these ghetto gangsters, and their sexy ladies... also kind of like a car show, only the cars were not of "car show quality".

I looked at the keys that I had grabbed and they had a little emblem on them (of some imaginary make of car) and then I looked around before they blew the whistle to start, and saw a car with the same emblem on it, parked near to me and my mom friends and our babies. When the whistle blew, I ran right to it, put the key in the ignition and started the car, before anyone else even got to the other cars. Apparently, that car belonged to one of the ghetto gangster bandit leaders, and he thought I had cheated somehow in figuring out the right key to the right car, and was all angry... the other ghetto gangster bandit leader was fair however, and held his compadre back from attacking me... and was impressed that I knew how to figure out this task... and he let us have our car back and leave.