I'd like to write about my dreams. In the many cases of where they feel more real than reality does. I have a tendency to meet people in them. It's strange however. The people that I meet have more than just faces, they have names and personalities. I wonder sometimes if these people really do exist. The scientist in me tell me no, but my irrational side says that there's nothing that can truly prove otherwise.
I cannot understate my curiosity as to whether or not these people exist. Names mentioned, experiences shared, emotions felt. Do they exist, and do they remember me? Have I met any of these people already? Perhaps I've seen them already. It would be cool to be able to ask someone who looks like one of them if that's their name, and ask of certain things that you believe you know about them are true. Then again, lets say that you were right in everything. It would be freaky and cool, but their rational mind might label you as a stalker. After all, who's going to believe you when you tell them you met them in a dream?
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
What a weird... battle...
This is fading fast in my mind so lets just hit details. These are in no order and they jump all over the place.
The gist of the dream was combat mixed with Julie moving out. The only thing related to the two things is the location I'd start and stop from. I don't remember any of the details of the fighting now, but I do remember some of the other things that happened.
First thing I will mention is being on shit. Looked like the starboard side smoking area of the USS Harper's Ferry. On there were some old military friends. Of those friends, I only recognized one. He was a Doc we had back from one my my boat courses. He was there rapping in spanish, throwing in the inside line of "Yo Mami" (don't bitch) in the tone he always put it. My friends were there as well. I forget which ones.
We then went inside. Now it suddenly looked like we were inside a house. Well, we were suddenly inside of a house, unrelated to the boat. I thought it was my apartment. Now that think about it, it didn't look anything like my apartment, but it felt like ti was. There was no dividing wall between the front door and the living room. The kitchen was of different design and had a door that went into something of a basement area. There were people going through my house. Not the drawers or anything, but walking through to the kitchen to go downstairs.
There was something about Julie suddenly grabbing all of her stuff for her moving out. Jake and Cory were there as well, but Cory's presence felt stronger than Jake's. I had fallen asleep on the couch. I felt tension from Julie about me doing so.
Downstairs was something of an open garage area (this I know was the second to last dream I had). There was this one guy who was trying to get me to do some sort of yoga workout group. The person doing the convincing was Asian and familiar to me. The whole thing was done in this basement area from walking downstairs, but it looked more like an abandoned area in a lush and beautiful tropical jungle. Only in this case, were were further into the ground so it looked like we were in a pit. A rectangular pit that extended lengthwise maybe an additional 50 feet. Maybe 1/3 to 1/2 of the area was covered in overhead from the house. The rest was leaves everywhere with a small body of water that took up half of this pit. There was a light misty rain and the sun was poking through the leaves in a golden manner. I felt bad because I didn't know my apartment had that. I would have loved to have spent my time down there had I known.
With those details, I had been down there before, but it was to escape from something or attack something. Combat related, but it felt like avoiding than assaulting. There was the stairwell to get down there and then, at the back, dead center, there was a door that I really want to say went into some kind of restaurant kitchen. This is where I met the others for the dinner I'm going to talk about. The second time I was down there was when I really studied it.
Dinner with my friends and family. I was eating with them. I had a caesar salad with very large croutons. The table was rectangular. Seated at it was my dad, and some female my age. I almost want to say Tricia from high school, though I may be horribly mistaken. At another round table to the rear of that table when facing the immediate wall was my mom. Everyone had the salad. (I'm amused I can taste in my dreams). Across from where no one was sitting was something of a salad bar, but it was in kind of a shelf. There was dressing on it. However when I grabbed it and put it in my bowl, I didn't get any on my hands. If anything it no longer had dressing. I didn't notice this until now. I just kept thinking to myself that the salad was too soft and soggy. Somehow I make talk about this, and I say that "It's been a really bad year for lettuce." For some reason, in my head, climate change popped in as the reason for this. That makes me make a stupid face now. I also remember, kneading? the lettuce. Trying to get it so it's not sticking out of the bowl. Eventually, it looked kind of organized and blanketed. The pieces were very large. Mostly romaine pieces mixed with iceberg and cabbage leaves. Maybe it was after this the former happened (story above)?
There was a third incident of my going down to the sunny-jungle-basement. In this one, there was a group of people headed down again. Same Yoga thing, but also felt toury, if that's a word. Tricia was down there. She mentioned something about how she was looking for an apartment come soon. Of course, I mentioned something about the extra room I have available for rent with a friend of mine (3br place). She said she'd definitely consider it. I told her how much it was. She almost seemed like she was trying to haggle with me about it. I felt like she was trying to make it less than $450/mo. She proceeded to tell me how she lost her job and that she was only making $430 a month off of unemployment. I'm thinking "dammit" and why the hell can't people just get a job that's not glorious but pays some money?
On my way up, there was some sort of, uh, deity? She said or gave me something that she said was going to help. Somehow, I saw that my rent for each room had gone to zero, and mine was only about 5-15 dollars. That makes no sense, but I thought I'd say it. Her element was water. This was for something else I had done previously, but have forgotten at this time.
Locked house suddenly unlocked. it was from one of the three trips to the basement. Cartoonish murder scene on the first bedroom to the right. kitchen to the left. There were stairs leading to a second floor? Wider architecture. Man and woman. Woman wearing white (no signs of visible trauma), the man wearing pajamas? The man's chest area was bloody. Obvious chest wounds. The incident felt like a stabbing. At first I though the woman did it then committed suicide because the husbands wrists were bound together. Then, upon closer inspection, the woman's arms were bound as well. There was an upstairs to that place as well. For some reason, I remember trying to get in there previously to no avail. There was someone else who was there at that time. A woman. Perhaps she was responsible? It didn't feel like she was. It felt more like she was just... living there with two bodies in the downstairs.
I was outside running in a town carrying an assault rifle of unknown origin. I was there to support three or four friends. I remember two males and one female, but I'm not sure if there was a fourth male. I believe there was though. They weren't military. THey felt more like paramilitary. They were experienced none the less. OH goodie, combat. There was a lot more to it than what I really remember (I just remember that there was more, not what happened). I turn this one corner and go through a shot out wooden building. The wall is missing on the side that was opposite me. My side was still partially there. All buildings are attached like in a town or city square. There's this one guy standing there. I shoot, he turns around. I shoot again and again. It does nothing. Shooting and it didn't work. Punching didn't work. We were now locked together in hand to hand. I went to snap his neck but ended up snapping his arm. I saw a health-bar go down to red, which now I laugh at. I tried again and again to see if it would go down further, but it didn't. This is where Jake suddenly appeared with other friends of mine. I was kind of in a grassy field area now with an overcast sky. The building I was in fighting was now to my left. Jake shoring me how to execute a throw technique. Before he did it, I thought of what he was going to do the second he grabbed my arms. There was also another friend there who I tried throwing a couple of times. I'm not sure if it was voluntary.
Then I woke up.
fighting -
The gist of the dream was combat mixed with Julie moving out. The only thing related to the two things is the location I'd start and stop from. I don't remember any of the details of the fighting now, but I do remember some of the other things that happened.
First thing I will mention is being on shit. Looked like the starboard side smoking area of the USS Harper's Ferry. On there were some old military friends. Of those friends, I only recognized one. He was a Doc we had back from one my my boat courses. He was there rapping in spanish, throwing in the inside line of "Yo Mami" (don't bitch) in the tone he always put it. My friends were there as well. I forget which ones.
We then went inside. Now it suddenly looked like we were inside a house. Well, we were suddenly inside of a house, unrelated to the boat. I thought it was my apartment. Now that think about it, it didn't look anything like my apartment, but it felt like ti was. There was no dividing wall between the front door and the living room. The kitchen was of different design and had a door that went into something of a basement area. There were people going through my house. Not the drawers or anything, but walking through to the kitchen to go downstairs.
There was something about Julie suddenly grabbing all of her stuff for her moving out. Jake and Cory were there as well, but Cory's presence felt stronger than Jake's. I had fallen asleep on the couch. I felt tension from Julie about me doing so.
Downstairs was something of an open garage area (this I know was the second to last dream I had). There was this one guy who was trying to get me to do some sort of yoga workout group. The person doing the convincing was Asian and familiar to me. The whole thing was done in this basement area from walking downstairs, but it looked more like an abandoned area in a lush and beautiful tropical jungle. Only in this case, were were further into the ground so it looked like we were in a pit. A rectangular pit that extended lengthwise maybe an additional 50 feet. Maybe 1/3 to 1/2 of the area was covered in overhead from the house. The rest was leaves everywhere with a small body of water that took up half of this pit. There was a light misty rain and the sun was poking through the leaves in a golden manner. I felt bad because I didn't know my apartment had that. I would have loved to have spent my time down there had I known.
With those details, I had been down there before, but it was to escape from something or attack something. Combat related, but it felt like avoiding than assaulting. There was the stairwell to get down there and then, at the back, dead center, there was a door that I really want to say went into some kind of restaurant kitchen. This is where I met the others for the dinner I'm going to talk about. The second time I was down there was when I really studied it.
Dinner with my friends and family. I was eating with them. I had a caesar salad with very large croutons. The table was rectangular. Seated at it was my dad, and some female my age. I almost want to say Tricia from high school, though I may be horribly mistaken. At another round table to the rear of that table when facing the immediate wall was my mom. Everyone had the salad. (I'm amused I can taste in my dreams). Across from where no one was sitting was something of a salad bar, but it was in kind of a shelf. There was dressing on it. However when I grabbed it and put it in my bowl, I didn't get any on my hands. If anything it no longer had dressing. I didn't notice this until now. I just kept thinking to myself that the salad was too soft and soggy. Somehow I make talk about this, and I say that "It's been a really bad year for lettuce." For some reason, in my head, climate change popped in as the reason for this. That makes me make a stupid face now. I also remember, kneading? the lettuce. Trying to get it so it's not sticking out of the bowl. Eventually, it looked kind of organized and blanketed. The pieces were very large. Mostly romaine pieces mixed with iceberg and cabbage leaves. Maybe it was after this the former happened (story above)?
There was a third incident of my going down to the sunny-jungle-basement. In this one, there was a group of people headed down again. Same Yoga thing, but also felt toury, if that's a word. Tricia was down there. She mentioned something about how she was looking for an apartment come soon. Of course, I mentioned something about the extra room I have available for rent with a friend of mine (3br place). She said she'd definitely consider it. I told her how much it was. She almost seemed like she was trying to haggle with me about it. I felt like she was trying to make it less than $450/mo. She proceeded to tell me how she lost her job and that she was only making $430 a month off of unemployment. I'm thinking "dammit" and why the hell can't people just get a job that's not glorious but pays some money?
On my way up, there was some sort of, uh, deity? She said or gave me something that she said was going to help. Somehow, I saw that my rent for each room had gone to zero, and mine was only about 5-15 dollars. That makes no sense, but I thought I'd say it. Her element was water. This was for something else I had done previously, but have forgotten at this time.
Locked house suddenly unlocked. it was from one of the three trips to the basement. Cartoonish murder scene on the first bedroom to the right. kitchen to the left. There were stairs leading to a second floor? Wider architecture. Man and woman. Woman wearing white (no signs of visible trauma), the man wearing pajamas? The man's chest area was bloody. Obvious chest wounds. The incident felt like a stabbing. At first I though the woman did it then committed suicide because the husbands wrists were bound together. Then, upon closer inspection, the woman's arms were bound as well. There was an upstairs to that place as well. For some reason, I remember trying to get in there previously to no avail. There was someone else who was there at that time. A woman. Perhaps she was responsible? It didn't feel like she was. It felt more like she was just... living there with two bodies in the downstairs.
I was outside running in a town carrying an assault rifle of unknown origin. I was there to support three or four friends. I remember two males and one female, but I'm not sure if there was a fourth male. I believe there was though. They weren't military. THey felt more like paramilitary. They were experienced none the less. OH goodie, combat. There was a lot more to it than what I really remember (I just remember that there was more, not what happened). I turn this one corner and go through a shot out wooden building. The wall is missing on the side that was opposite me. My side was still partially there. All buildings are attached like in a town or city square. There's this one guy standing there. I shoot, he turns around. I shoot again and again. It does nothing. Shooting and it didn't work. Punching didn't work. We were now locked together in hand to hand. I went to snap his neck but ended up snapping his arm. I saw a health-bar go down to red, which now I laugh at. I tried again and again to see if it would go down further, but it didn't. This is where Jake suddenly appeared with other friends of mine. I was kind of in a grassy field area now with an overcast sky. The building I was in fighting was now to my left. Jake shoring me how to execute a throw technique. Before he did it, I thought of what he was going to do the second he grabbed my arms. There was also another friend there who I tried throwing a couple of times. I'm not sure if it was voluntary.
Then I woke up.
fighting -
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Finally! One about Aliens! :D
Ok. I forget who I was with. All familiar people to me. I was with at least one girl and one guy.
For some reason beforehand, we developed rocket-waterskis. That makes no sense, which only makes this dream more awesome. We were all in some shack or house or something. Actually, it may have been a bar. There was talk about some kind of alien visitation or unexplained noise from the night before. Some girl asked me about it and I said, "yea, I heard the noise too." I have no idea why. The noises apparently came from this fenced off junkyard that had circus tents in it. Well, it came from above that area. White lights and noise were what I was expecting.
The next thing I remember, I'm on a train, going somewhere. The train was more of an Amtrak train, but the kind they used to have in the early 90's and late 80's. You know, the ones that didn't suck. In either case, that same girl was talking to me about some other crazy idea.
Now I'm in my bedroom at my parents house, or at least something with the same design. It's me, that girl, and one other guy. I think at this point the other guy might be my brother. It definitely wasn't before though. That girl's next idea was rocket-powered skis/skates/something like that. It wasn't for profit or entertainment. It had something to do with the potential of extra-terrestrial visitors.
Somehow, the room was also part of a large open field, much like Pagent field in Quincy. There was a perfect outline of the city. The sky was basically black, and there was little cloud cover. I asked the mystery girl what the spacecraft looked like, she said something with white lights, basically what I had pictured in my head before.
I look out to the field and it looked like police lights, but higher than they should be. It looked like flashing lights, but they were too oddly placed and moving around like confused spotlights from slightly behind a cloud. Then BAM, spacecraft over the city. They looked slightly ridiculous. Here's the best way to describe what they looked like. Picture a rectangle with respect to the horizontal. Now put triangles on the top and bottom, but ones that are not vertically dominating. Now on the top and bottom, picture a very thin rod extending out with a circular ball at the end. There were lights in two layers going around the center that I could see from afar. Mostly blue with some red... spotlights?
Looking at them, I got super excited. The city skyline and surrounding area was lined with a single line of starships. Then they started giving off some kind of noise. I yelled to my brother (I'm just going to assume now the other guy is my brother) to check out what was going on. It was then the starships began giving off a loud noise, but not too loud. They also began moving to different areas. One was headed in my direction. For some reason, I was magically inside looking at where the one starship was landing. It's shape changed drastically as it came in for a landing. Instead of that rediculous retro look, it took on something more modern looking. It's landing gear was extending down. They were large hoof-like things. Very wide and broad. I welled at the other two to follow me as we were going to go check it out. I was wearing sandals and decided sneakers would be better for running there. So I threw my sandals off and put on some socks. I gabbed one sneaker and started putting it on.
Then I woke up.
For some reason beforehand, we developed rocket-waterskis. That makes no sense, which only makes this dream more awesome. We were all in some shack or house or something. Actually, it may have been a bar. There was talk about some kind of alien visitation or unexplained noise from the night before. Some girl asked me about it and I said, "yea, I heard the noise too." I have no idea why. The noises apparently came from this fenced off junkyard that had circus tents in it. Well, it came from above that area. White lights and noise were what I was expecting.
The next thing I remember, I'm on a train, going somewhere. The train was more of an Amtrak train, but the kind they used to have in the early 90's and late 80's. You know, the ones that didn't suck. In either case, that same girl was talking to me about some other crazy idea.
Now I'm in my bedroom at my parents house, or at least something with the same design. It's me, that girl, and one other guy. I think at this point the other guy might be my brother. It definitely wasn't before though. That girl's next idea was rocket-powered skis/skates/something like that. It wasn't for profit or entertainment. It had something to do with the potential of extra-terrestrial visitors.
Somehow, the room was also part of a large open field, much like Pagent field in Quincy. There was a perfect outline of the city. The sky was basically black, and there was little cloud cover. I asked the mystery girl what the spacecraft looked like, she said something with white lights, basically what I had pictured in my head before.
I look out to the field and it looked like police lights, but higher than they should be. It looked like flashing lights, but they were too oddly placed and moving around like confused spotlights from slightly behind a cloud. Then BAM, spacecraft over the city. They looked slightly ridiculous. Here's the best way to describe what they looked like. Picture a rectangle with respect to the horizontal. Now put triangles on the top and bottom, but ones that are not vertically dominating. Now on the top and bottom, picture a very thin rod extending out with a circular ball at the end. There were lights in two layers going around the center that I could see from afar. Mostly blue with some red... spotlights?
Looking at them, I got super excited. The city skyline and surrounding area was lined with a single line of starships. Then they started giving off some kind of noise. I yelled to my brother (I'm just going to assume now the other guy is my brother) to check out what was going on. It was then the starships began giving off a loud noise, but not too loud. They also began moving to different areas. One was headed in my direction. For some reason, I was magically inside looking at where the one starship was landing. It's shape changed drastically as it came in for a landing. Instead of that rediculous retro look, it took on something more modern looking. It's landing gear was extending down. They were large hoof-like things. Very wide and broad. I welled at the other two to follow me as we were going to go check it out. I was wearing sandals and decided sneakers would be better for running there. So I threw my sandals off and put on some socks. I gabbed one sneaker and started putting it on.
Then I woke up.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Airborne
If this looked all messy and everything, I just woke up and I have a band-aid on
my finger.
Three parts to this one.
Specific details are lost to me as of current for the first.
The purpose of my movement felt like for a reason of escape or evasion. However it did not feel urgent. There were others to whom I was following. I forget who. I believe it was not something that I know in my actual life.
I remember what the place looked like. I was in a mall. I have no idea what I was doing in that mall, but it did have a distinct look. For the most part, it was huge. The most common color was white or a light shade of tan. Most of the walls towards the outline of the mall were all glass and steel. The front area was curved ever so slightly. As if to be some sort of architectural artistic thing.
Primarily, I was on an escalator it felt like. That's where I'm drawing the building from in my mind. I get up some stairs and there's still someone in front of me. They're talking. We're running, and now there's one or two more with us. They're spaced a good seven to fifteen feet apart from one another. We're standing at some wall, glass railings around us. I think there's an elevator shaft in front of me. At least the doors to the elevator. This area is concave curved slightly with respect to the vertical acent, which is straight. The elevator doors are steel and straight. The wall only extends to the flanks slightly. A good 15 feet. After that, it's open air which looks like it goes down tot he ground level. A possible atrium. We must be in the corner of the main atrium. There is lots and lots of light coming in, but it's white, diffuse sunlight. It's very pleasant actually as it makes the place look very lovely. There is conversation going on.
That's all I remember.
In the second one, at this point now I forget what was going on. I only have a couple of things I remember. Family is the common theme here. There was a house, but it certainly wasn't a house I've been in before. It didn't look familiar, but it felt like it should have been familiar. Perhaps either a family house or something else of that sort. I seem to remember a stairway that went upwards in a helix design. A very thin helix design. The first room that I entered into was a kitchen type area. I believe there were people in there. The fridge was to my left, the oven to my right, followed by a shelf. The shelf had items on it. The area was slightly green from the overhead fluorescent light. Perhaps the kitchen was also greenish in nature. Yellowish or greenish. There was next a very small hallways that went about five feet, and then into a living area. The whole place felt like some kind fo single apartment at this time.
In the room, I was greeted by a girl with very blonde hair who had very small eyes and what looked like an ultra-light blue or yellow iris. It looked very unnatural, very strange. It was supposed to be a cousin of mine. I'm assuming Danijela. I looked away thinking that it looked very strange. Then she started talking to me. I looked back over, and her eyes were regular size again, but getting a better look, I also see that she's wearing some sort of contact lenses. I have no idea why. I also forget what she was talking to me about. Perhaps I really wasn't listening. As I looked around the room, there were people sitting in all of the vacant seats. To my left was a couch, to my immediate front there was another couch (dark green), and to my right there was an armchair, a small table with a lamp, and another armchair. My left and my right may be reversed, but those were what was in the room.
Everyone in there was blonde. Very blonde. As if this were the model Aryan people. That the one girl was Danijela, that meant that this must be the rest of her family, whom I've never met. They all wore glasses. Every pair of glasses in the room were rectangular in design and with plastic frames. One man, I'm assuming her father, my uncle, spoke and said something. The next thing I remember, we were leaving.
I was somewhere else now, and also danijela looked different now. Still not how she looks in real life, but closer than before. Two more people are to my right, I think my parents or some other family members. Danijela is hugging me from behind and talking to me. We're outside, and looking at something. I'm concentrating on being hugged. It feels very nice and warm. I feel very very peaceful.
Part Three:
First and foremost, I could fly. Now, I'm sure most of us have had dreams where we've been flying. What set this apart for me was the degree of control that I had. I've never had that much control with flying, hovering, and the like in my dreams before. It was very nice this time.
I was over a body of water. An ocean. Perhaps a coastline, but there were also small islands. I forget what spawned the flying. Perhaps it was to escape, or just because.
Flying around, I even noticed the drgree of control that I had. My dream was not in a lucid state, I wasn't aware that I was dreaming, but I felt aware in general of my surroundings. I remember thinking that I've never had much control flying in my dreams before (still not aware I was dreaming).
I was inland at first. Flying upwards and Went for the coast, which was all fo five to ten seconds by air away. I was flying around with a great degree of control.
I'M CONTINUING THIS NOW FROM LAST WEEK:
My first landing from flying was interesting. There was a degree of control, but only in the vertical, not the horizontal. In my landing I also made a wake in the water. A fairly large one. It just looked so vivid which is why I'd like to mention it.
I now kind of wish I had finished writing this one. Below are my notes, but they make little to no sense to me anymore. I can actually still see the wake of water mentioned above. That had to have been the most vivid thing I remember, not just now, but when I first started writing this.
I'll leave you with my notes:
First seeing the dog (not a dog).
left but came back
old lady
two women
tigon, looked different
leaving, look of the house
family, maybe
my finger.
Three parts to this one.
Specific details are lost to me as of current for the first.
The purpose of my movement felt like for a reason of escape or evasion. However it did not feel urgent. There were others to whom I was following. I forget who. I believe it was not something that I know in my actual life.
I remember what the place looked like. I was in a mall. I have no idea what I was doing in that mall, but it did have a distinct look. For the most part, it was huge. The most common color was white or a light shade of tan. Most of the walls towards the outline of the mall were all glass and steel. The front area was curved ever so slightly. As if to be some sort of architectural artistic thing.
Primarily, I was on an escalator it felt like. That's where I'm drawing the building from in my mind. I get up some stairs and there's still someone in front of me. They're talking. We're running, and now there's one or two more with us. They're spaced a good seven to fifteen feet apart from one another. We're standing at some wall, glass railings around us. I think there's an elevator shaft in front of me. At least the doors to the elevator. This area is concave curved slightly with respect to the vertical acent, which is straight. The elevator doors are steel and straight. The wall only extends to the flanks slightly. A good 15 feet. After that, it's open air which looks like it goes down tot he ground level. A possible atrium. We must be in the corner of the main atrium. There is lots and lots of light coming in, but it's white, diffuse sunlight. It's very pleasant actually as it makes the place look very lovely. There is conversation going on.
That's all I remember.
In the second one, at this point now I forget what was going on. I only have a couple of things I remember. Family is the common theme here. There was a house, but it certainly wasn't a house I've been in before. It didn't look familiar, but it felt like it should have been familiar. Perhaps either a family house or something else of that sort. I seem to remember a stairway that went upwards in a helix design. A very thin helix design. The first room that I entered into was a kitchen type area. I believe there were people in there. The fridge was to my left, the oven to my right, followed by a shelf. The shelf had items on it. The area was slightly green from the overhead fluorescent light. Perhaps the kitchen was also greenish in nature. Yellowish or greenish. There was next a very small hallways that went about five feet, and then into a living area. The whole place felt like some kind fo single apartment at this time.
In the room, I was greeted by a girl with very blonde hair who had very small eyes and what looked like an ultra-light blue or yellow iris. It looked very unnatural, very strange. It was supposed to be a cousin of mine. I'm assuming Danijela. I looked away thinking that it looked very strange. Then she started talking to me. I looked back over, and her eyes were regular size again, but getting a better look, I also see that she's wearing some sort of contact lenses. I have no idea why. I also forget what she was talking to me about. Perhaps I really wasn't listening. As I looked around the room, there were people sitting in all of the vacant seats. To my left was a couch, to my immediate front there was another couch (dark green), and to my right there was an armchair, a small table with a lamp, and another armchair. My left and my right may be reversed, but those were what was in the room.
Everyone in there was blonde. Very blonde. As if this were the model Aryan people. That the one girl was Danijela, that meant that this must be the rest of her family, whom I've never met. They all wore glasses. Every pair of glasses in the room were rectangular in design and with plastic frames. One man, I'm assuming her father, my uncle, spoke and said something. The next thing I remember, we were leaving.
I was somewhere else now, and also danijela looked different now. Still not how she looks in real life, but closer than before. Two more people are to my right, I think my parents or some other family members. Danijela is hugging me from behind and talking to me. We're outside, and looking at something. I'm concentrating on being hugged. It feels very nice and warm. I feel very very peaceful.
Part Three:
First and foremost, I could fly. Now, I'm sure most of us have had dreams where we've been flying. What set this apart for me was the degree of control that I had. I've never had that much control with flying, hovering, and the like in my dreams before. It was very nice this time.
I was over a body of water. An ocean. Perhaps a coastline, but there were also small islands. I forget what spawned the flying. Perhaps it was to escape, or just because.
Flying around, I even noticed the drgree of control that I had. My dream was not in a lucid state, I wasn't aware that I was dreaming, but I felt aware in general of my surroundings. I remember thinking that I've never had much control flying in my dreams before (still not aware I was dreaming).
I was inland at first. Flying upwards and Went for the coast, which was all fo five to ten seconds by air away. I was flying around with a great degree of control.
I'M CONTINUING THIS NOW FROM LAST WEEK:
My first landing from flying was interesting. There was a degree of control, but only in the vertical, not the horizontal. In my landing I also made a wake in the water. A fairly large one. It just looked so vivid which is why I'd like to mention it.
I now kind of wish I had finished writing this one. Below are my notes, but they make little to no sense to me anymore. I can actually still see the wake of water mentioned above. That had to have been the most vivid thing I remember, not just now, but when I first started writing this.
I'll leave you with my notes:
First seeing the dog (not a dog).
left but came back
old lady
two women
tigon, looked different
leaving, look of the house
family, maybe
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Not too much.
Again, I'm continuing this one off of notes two weeks after the fact. It's July 31st right now.
I utterly forget most of it at this point, so here's what I remember.
I want to say there was something military related in there. Whether the area or the like. The room was long and rectangular with an archway about one third into the room where I was. Something like a separation of two rooms, but not really. If anyone lives in a New England home, you probably know what I mean. The room was flooded I believe. If not, there was definitely water, yet everything remained pristine. I don't remember feeling wet or worrying about the water. No feelings of frustration or anything.
At the end of the two rooms was a doorway off to the right leading further into house. I don't remember exploring that far, but my guy feels like I may have. There were multiple windows on the left side with the sun trying to peek through curtains. Oddly, in the primary room I was in, there was also a fish tank with a fish in it. I'm not sure how that's relevant to anything, but it seems slightly amusing to me now.
There were others in this room as well. It was familiarity. If anything, it was their presence that was felt. There was at least on other that I would confirm with myself. A female. I also felt male presence further in the house. At this point, the female part could be fabricated because of another dream I just wrote about, but I do believe there was one, if not just in presence, there. Right now though, I'm going to lean more towards fabrication.
In a show, here's the note I had for that one paragraph. I'm going to stop here because that's the last note.
-There was familiarity with one other person there.
I utterly forget most of it at this point, so here's what I remember.
I want to say there was something military related in there. Whether the area or the like. The room was long and rectangular with an archway about one third into the room where I was. Something like a separation of two rooms, but not really. If anyone lives in a New England home, you probably know what I mean. The room was flooded I believe. If not, there was definitely water, yet everything remained pristine. I don't remember feeling wet or worrying about the water. No feelings of frustration or anything.
At the end of the two rooms was a doorway off to the right leading further into house. I don't remember exploring that far, but my guy feels like I may have. There were multiple windows on the left side with the sun trying to peek through curtains. Oddly, in the primary room I was in, there was also a fish tank with a fish in it. I'm not sure how that's relevant to anything, but it seems slightly amusing to me now.
There were others in this room as well. It was familiarity. If anything, it was their presence that was felt. There was at least on other that I would confirm with myself. A female. I also felt male presence further in the house. At this point, the female part could be fabricated because of another dream I just wrote about, but I do believe there was one, if not just in presence, there. Right now though, I'm going to lean more towards fabrication.
In a show, here's the note I had for that one paragraph. I'm going to stop here because that's the last note.
-There was familiarity with one other person there.
Friday, March 19, 2010
One more thing.
It has come to my attention that the majority of what I have posted here seems to be school related. I can assure you that this is nothing more than a coincidence. I started this a while back, and decided now to resume it. Generally, I'm all over the place.
School
Here's an odd one. Again, I'll just recap things as I remember them. Events may not be chronological, transitional, or sequential.
I found myself in my high school. I was in the room where I would normally have taken bio classes with Mr. Pelosi. The test was for bio, but the teacher was my freshman Bio 111 professor. My feelings were such that I had no idea what the test was going to be about. The only thing I could think about was how I was probably going to just get a B for the semester instead of an A. Upon receiving the test, the questions were all long answer and they seemed incomprehensible. I specifically remember one that was asking something in the range of photon interactions with electrons with a specific substance. The substance was (FO)(FO)(FO)(FO)(FO) (which isn't an actual substance, thus in itself makes no sense). I later read through the other questions to see which ones I knew and they too made no sense, though they weren't mathematically based for the most part. Still, I had the feeling that I was going to do awful on the test. The professor seemed to be saying that he'd give credit for funny answers. I kept going up to him with questions on the test, though I don't remember that I was asking him. I suppose it had more to do with "Is this answer acceptable for credit?"
The room itself, as stated, was Mr. Pelosi's room where he taught Biology in my freshman year of High School. The desks were those regular old high school desks with blue seats. If you were facing the blackboard, they were all arranged such that they were all facing to the right towards the door. There were other students in there, though I don't remember any of them.
I also had another test in a different room. This one was English related. Perhaps it was a paper due. I honestly don't remember too much about this one. I think it was my English Professor from my first semester in college, Mrs. Thompson. I don't remember the assignment, all I knew was that I was either late or unprepared. Again, all I could think about was not having a perfect grade.
Later on, related to the dream but different in its own right, I remember walking into my high school gym before school started. At least I walked into the doors that would lead to the lower cafeteria. I found myself in what I realize now was the gym of my middle school. I'm not sure why I had to go to my high school. It was something related to taking a certain class for some reason, or at least that's what I was telling people. It felt awkward being there. There was the gym, but there were also glass cubicles with the students wearing my high school uniform inside doing what looked like, well, school related things. I mostly remember there being glass cubicles on the right more so than anywhere else. In front of me was the vacant area where the basketball courts would be, though this time it was substantially smaller. If anything, it felt like I was inside more of an atrium then a gym. I knew it was early, before the start of school, yet there seemed to be more students present in that place then there should have been. Someone recommended to me that I should just go through the locker rooms to get inside. It seemed like a normal decision but I felt hesitant towards it. I remember being inside the school somehow later on. I was outside some locker talking to someone I didn't know. I felt short though. Shorter than I actually am. Perhaps I was kneeling or crouching.
Randomly I remember seeing a face that I knew when I was still in high school. The last name was Maloney, but I forget her first name. It some someone to whom I have never really spoken to, but knew the face. Her sister was in my grade, so I knew the family name, just not the first name. I asked her what she was doing there in a nonchalant way, trying to sound disarming and non-threatening. I suppose there was a sense of security in knowing that I wasn't the only graduate being in there at the time. I don't remember any kind of response, but there could have been. For some reason, I also remember looking into the reflection in a nearby door that had a dark room behind it (the doors all had windows at chest level). In the reflection there seemed to be a mask that appeared next to her face in the reflection, though the mask appeared much more opaque than her own reflection. It was the mask of a person. Similar features to her own I believe, but I could be mistaken.
Next I was outside. It was outside of the school. I was walking up a hill which was an exacerbated rendition of what's really outside my high school at present. I don't remember seeing the school next to me however. I was headed somewhere, but it surely wasn't home. I felt like I was trying to get to the nearby subway station. I felt like it was either Braintree or one of the Quincy Stations. Perhaps Quincy Center or Quincy Adams. someone pulled over from the side of the road and asked me if I wanted a ride. He was driving in a white sedan that looked to be a level above standard. Perhaps slightly more luxurious. Again, it was a familiar face from high school, thought in this instance I don't remember who. It was a member of the class below mine, I do know that. I suppose I could say a name, but I'm truly not sure. It seemed to be a mix of two people. Both individuals are Irish, but this guy looked more Italian, 5 o'clock shadow, and a short hair cut. A high and tight that had grown out for a few weeks with gelled hair spiked on top. He looked like a business man. He was wearing a collared shirt, light blue I believe. I don't remember if he had a jacket on or not. If he did, it was a suit jacket.
We drove by the point that I wanted to get off at. It was then that I asked "Where are you going?" He just looked to me and said "I'm just going straight. Let me know when you want to get off at." I didn't feel threatened by him at all. If anything, I was actually curious as to where I would end up if I just stayed in the car. He said no specific destination, he was just driving forward. Most interesting indeed. It's now that I REALLY begin to wonder where that would have led had I not woken up.
I would like to say that I am enjoying writing these immensely. The allow me to ponder things that I wouldn't have thought of otherwise. Perhaps I'll have some friend, or even a complete stranger, who will bump into these and find some sort of interpretation in them. The scientist in me tells me that dreams are nothing more than vivid hallucinations. Though there is still a curious element in me that wonders if there's perhaps some other deeper meaning. In either case, it's fun to go over a dream that you had a year later. Perhaps later in time I'll figure out what all of this means.
I found myself in my high school. I was in the room where I would normally have taken bio classes with Mr. Pelosi. The test was for bio, but the teacher was my freshman Bio 111 professor. My feelings were such that I had no idea what the test was going to be about. The only thing I could think about was how I was probably going to just get a B for the semester instead of an A. Upon receiving the test, the questions were all long answer and they seemed incomprehensible. I specifically remember one that was asking something in the range of photon interactions with electrons with a specific substance. The substance was (FO)(FO)(FO)(FO)(FO) (which isn't an actual substance, thus in itself makes no sense). I later read through the other questions to see which ones I knew and they too made no sense, though they weren't mathematically based for the most part. Still, I had the feeling that I was going to do awful on the test. The professor seemed to be saying that he'd give credit for funny answers. I kept going up to him with questions on the test, though I don't remember that I was asking him. I suppose it had more to do with "Is this answer acceptable for credit?"
The room itself, as stated, was Mr. Pelosi's room where he taught Biology in my freshman year of High School. The desks were those regular old high school desks with blue seats. If you were facing the blackboard, they were all arranged such that they were all facing to the right towards the door. There were other students in there, though I don't remember any of them.
I also had another test in a different room. This one was English related. Perhaps it was a paper due. I honestly don't remember too much about this one. I think it was my English Professor from my first semester in college, Mrs. Thompson. I don't remember the assignment, all I knew was that I was either late or unprepared. Again, all I could think about was not having a perfect grade.
Later on, related to the dream but different in its own right, I remember walking into my high school gym before school started. At least I walked into the doors that would lead to the lower cafeteria. I found myself in what I realize now was the gym of my middle school. I'm not sure why I had to go to my high school. It was something related to taking a certain class for some reason, or at least that's what I was telling people. It felt awkward being there. There was the gym, but there were also glass cubicles with the students wearing my high school uniform inside doing what looked like, well, school related things. I mostly remember there being glass cubicles on the right more so than anywhere else. In front of me was the vacant area where the basketball courts would be, though this time it was substantially smaller. If anything, it felt like I was inside more of an atrium then a gym. I knew it was early, before the start of school, yet there seemed to be more students present in that place then there should have been. Someone recommended to me that I should just go through the locker rooms to get inside. It seemed like a normal decision but I felt hesitant towards it. I remember being inside the school somehow later on. I was outside some locker talking to someone I didn't know. I felt short though. Shorter than I actually am. Perhaps I was kneeling or crouching.
Randomly I remember seeing a face that I knew when I was still in high school. The last name was Maloney, but I forget her first name. It some someone to whom I have never really spoken to, but knew the face. Her sister was in my grade, so I knew the family name, just not the first name. I asked her what she was doing there in a nonchalant way, trying to sound disarming and non-threatening. I suppose there was a sense of security in knowing that I wasn't the only graduate being in there at the time. I don't remember any kind of response, but there could have been. For some reason, I also remember looking into the reflection in a nearby door that had a dark room behind it (the doors all had windows at chest level). In the reflection there seemed to be a mask that appeared next to her face in the reflection, though the mask appeared much more opaque than her own reflection. It was the mask of a person. Similar features to her own I believe, but I could be mistaken.
Next I was outside. It was outside of the school. I was walking up a hill which was an exacerbated rendition of what's really outside my high school at present. I don't remember seeing the school next to me however. I was headed somewhere, but it surely wasn't home. I felt like I was trying to get to the nearby subway station. I felt like it was either Braintree or one of the Quincy Stations. Perhaps Quincy Center or Quincy Adams. someone pulled over from the side of the road and asked me if I wanted a ride. He was driving in a white sedan that looked to be a level above standard. Perhaps slightly more luxurious. Again, it was a familiar face from high school, thought in this instance I don't remember who. It was a member of the class below mine, I do know that. I suppose I could say a name, but I'm truly not sure. It seemed to be a mix of two people. Both individuals are Irish, but this guy looked more Italian, 5 o'clock shadow, and a short hair cut. A high and tight that had grown out for a few weeks with gelled hair spiked on top. He looked like a business man. He was wearing a collared shirt, light blue I believe. I don't remember if he had a jacket on or not. If he did, it was a suit jacket.
We drove by the point that I wanted to get off at. It was then that I asked "Where are you going?" He just looked to me and said "I'm just going straight. Let me know when you want to get off at." I didn't feel threatened by him at all. If anything, I was actually curious as to where I would end up if I just stayed in the car. He said no specific destination, he was just driving forward. Most interesting indeed. It's now that I REALLY begin to wonder where that would have led had I not woken up.
I would like to say that I am enjoying writing these immensely. The allow me to ponder things that I wouldn't have thought of otherwise. Perhaps I'll have some friend, or even a complete stranger, who will bump into these and find some sort of interpretation in them. The scientist in me tells me that dreams are nothing more than vivid hallucinations. Though there is still a curious element in me that wonders if there's perhaps some other deeper meaning. In either case, it's fun to go over a dream that you had a year later. Perhaps later in time I'll figure out what all of this means.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Former dream
This one was from March 7th, 2009. I found a folder that I had written it in.
I had a dream that I was in a passenger’s seat in what I’m assuming was a truck. It was night time and we (I don’t know if there was someone else with me but the truck was moving and I was on the left seat of the vehicle in the front) had the headlights on. It was on a highway with no lights. Trees on either side and a double yellow stripe divider. Two lane. Suddenly I see this woman pop in front of me. Glasses, large and what looked like plastic frames. She was white and rather plain. Dark long hair. She just seemed to suddenly appear from the right and walk in the road directly in front of the truck. A distance so close that there would have been no hope of stopping. She second she appeared she looked at me accusingly. Then I woke up.
I had a dream that I was in a passenger’s seat in what I’m assuming was a truck. It was night time and we (I don’t know if there was someone else with me but the truck was moving and I was on the left seat of the vehicle in the front) had the headlights on. It was on a highway with no lights. Trees on either side and a double yellow stripe divider. Two lane. Suddenly I see this woman pop in front of me. Glasses, large and what looked like plastic frames. She was white and rather plain. Dark long hair. She just seemed to suddenly appear from the right and walk in the road directly in front of the truck. A distance so close that there would have been no hope of stopping. She second she appeared she looked at me accusingly. Then I woke up.
Related to School... Somehow?
First things first, the grammar on all of these is going to be horrible. I write them as they come to me as more a form of notation.
That being said:
I’m not entirely sure of all details but I’ll write what I remember.
In one part, I remember walking in the snow from my parent’s house up the hill towards the mailbox. I’m not sure what I was wearing, and there was only very light snow outside, half an inch to an inch. As I was walking, I remember my feet feeling warm. As I continued up the hill, there was a sudden feeling of wet cold on my feet. I looked down and realized I was in my thick hiking socks. I looked back and saw my footprints. I decided to keep walking forward and really didn’t feel the snow through my socks again provided that I didn’t think about it.
In another (separate?) dream, I was at school. However, the school resembled that more of my high school in what kind of reminded me of Mr. Polsi’s room.
Before had, I seem to recall being in a class where someone was telling us to write things down for what I assumed was a lab. We were being told to write these totally arbitrary things down on what looked like some kind of map. At the same time, I remember being at the location being talked about. I seemed to fluctuate back and forth. The location was outside. There was a bridge to my left. Similar to a tiny suspension bridge or one that looked something like a freeway bridge. I seem to recall water under it with a shore perfectly parallel to it. To my right was a concrete platform. A block with something on top of it, maybe something else. Details about some path taken had to be written down in order to do the lab correctly.
This may be another part. I was later trying to figure out what had to be done in order to do the assignment. I had this feeling that the deadline had already passed. I was trying to find a locker. In an earlier dream, I remember being in the same area opening a locker with my old locked combination. I remember unlocking it, but I don’t remember taking anything out. I remember someone to my right initially looking at me. I’m not sure who it was. Later, as previously stated, I was trying to get back into my locker. The number on the locker was 050. I tried my combination but it didn’t work. Perhaps I went by the “5”, which was the second number in the combination, too quickly I remember thinking. I couldn’t get it open. Someone else was with me. Maybe Kate Funderburk? It was a fimiliar face associated with someone that I knew in highschool. I was saying that I didn’t think that this was my locker and that I wasn’t sure which locker was mine. Upon stating this, there was some older woman standing there to my left. Again, another familiar face but I’m not sure who. In the dream she felt familiar. Someone I had met before. I said that I forgot where my locker was. She asked me a question, and I answered, but she didn’t seem to be looking for the information I was looking for. My locker. The locker in both instances was a bottom locker (there was one locker above and one below in the whole thing). I looked around the hallway. It was lit, but there seems to be a lot of light coming from outside. I looked down the hallway and noticed this. There seemed to be a picture window in the stairwell that could be seen through doors with large full-sized windows with a single piece of glass. Thinnk a regular door but with the first 6-12 inches of the parameter being solid door and the rest being glass. The stairwell windows were bisected in the middle.
I had some sort of revelation at that point that we should go check the other end of the hallway for my locker. That maybe I was on the wrong side. Though I thought this, I just headed straight to the classroom. At this point, there were only me and two or three others int here. It felt like the class had already passed and that this was taking place after regular school hours. I felt that she was going to repeat which questions had to be done. The instructor had some sort fo accent. I believe it was Russian. I saw some original copy of the map with the path traced along it. I opened my notebook and found that assignment as well as the ones after and before it.
At this point I was either handed a paper or I found it in there with my grades for the assignment. The first grade I saw looked like it said 18% or -18%. I had the feeling that I didn’t do well at all. The first page looked like a roadmap. It was stapled at the top. The second page said something like 94%. I checked to see what was done wrong on that. When I looked, it seemed that things were marked wrong that shouldn’t have been. Where I had multiplied something by 6/6, it was crossed out and written in red ink as 2/2 * 3/3, which was the same thing. I believe there were some other things in there as well, I assume dealing with using a different letter to denote a variable in an equation. I feel that I saw another paper, but I forgot what It said.
I was partially relieved when I saw the missing papers, so that I didn’t have to copy down what had to be done again. At the same time, I felt that I was going to have to argue the point of the assignment being late. I should note that the map itself looked like ti related to water, but it wasn’t topographical. It was crudely drawn and had been photocopied. It looked similar to a child’s drawing in black and white lines. It was more or less an outline.
Again, I saw myself outside. I was in that field again with the bridge to my left. I walked up to the concrete platform, which sloped up on its front side evenly. That side was covered in grass, not concrete. There was a road on top. I got onto the bus with my mom (I’m not sure, but I feel like it was my mom). The bus driver started driving. Something came up and I found out he used to be in the Marines. Our stop apparently was near some gas station. We drove by it once, after I had already pushed the “request stop” button. Whoever was with me, my Mom I believe, though tthat we had just missed our stop. I had a feeling that the driver was going to swing around and take a different path. He eventually did. I reember the turn being sharp, and that I had to hold on as the turn was sharp and fast.
The gas station seemed to resemble being near the corner of that onramp going from wollaston to north quincy near the highschool. Though we were coming from the opposite direction, not from wollaston. At the same time, now that I think of it, it also looked like (as far as the roads were concerned in both cases) the gas station that I used to stop by with Bart in Okinawa. Perhaps it was a hybrid of both. There was a grassy, slightly wooded area behind it. The bus driver was saying something about some raccoons in the area, or at least that’s what I gathered from him. He opened the door and there one was, however it was near some porcupines. He seemed to refer to the raccoons as though they were human. I don’t’ remember what he said specifically. I remember getting off the bus, and whoever was with me may have as well. When I got off the bus, I sat down next to one raccoon. The grown sloped downward, where I was on the top of the slope. There were porcupines as I said, who seemed much more interested in greeting me. I felt as though they could talk as well. That or I could understand what they were thinking. More came and they just kept brushing up against me. For some reason, It was as though their quills were very shirt, more like that of a cactus. I felt that they were hurting the raccoons, and that it bothered them, but at the same time, they were putting up little resistance.
I remember feeling getting hit by the quills of the porcupines as they just brushed up against me, though I feel that at first it was a friendly greeting. In aother part, one seemed to be getting defensive and while facing away from me, was sticking his hair on end, which would in turn hit my arm by mistake. I could get up or get away from that area at the moment.
There also seemed to be a raccoon there who looked like he was either sleeping or passive, but had porcupines all around him who seemed to be just lying there.
At that point I got up and started taking the quills that had stuck off of my skin. Where they were once small, they were now huge and had penetrated fully into my skin completely, albeit for the tips which were sticking out of my skin, stretching it as they poked. One in particular near my elbow on ym right arm stuck my skin out about three inched. I yanked it out quickly and it went away. I started noticing the same effect all over my arms, so I started pulling them out. I was surprised at how relatively little pain there was. The first one I pulled out looked like it was a good six to eight inches long. There was another one that I remember specifically that was poking. I looked to another part of my arm and saw a white tip. It felt like that was going to be more difficult to remove, but I also noticed that it was one large one in me that was running parallel with my arm, and was poking out at both ends. I remember trying to remove it. That was the last thing I remember.
I want to also say that I remember there was another part of the dream that related to that map mentioned earlier. It was myself and some others doing something. IT felt important, but could have been bad or mischievous. That perhaps someone didn't want us to do the certain thing. If I remember what happened, I'll be sure to write it down.
That being said:
I’m not entirely sure of all details but I’ll write what I remember.
In one part, I remember walking in the snow from my parent’s house up the hill towards the mailbox. I’m not sure what I was wearing, and there was only very light snow outside, half an inch to an inch. As I was walking, I remember my feet feeling warm. As I continued up the hill, there was a sudden feeling of wet cold on my feet. I looked down and realized I was in my thick hiking socks. I looked back and saw my footprints. I decided to keep walking forward and really didn’t feel the snow through my socks again provided that I didn’t think about it.
In another (separate?) dream, I was at school. However, the school resembled that more of my high school in what kind of reminded me of Mr. Polsi’s room.
Before had, I seem to recall being in a class where someone was telling us to write things down for what I assumed was a lab. We were being told to write these totally arbitrary things down on what looked like some kind of map. At the same time, I remember being at the location being talked about. I seemed to fluctuate back and forth. The location was outside. There was a bridge to my left. Similar to a tiny suspension bridge or one that looked something like a freeway bridge. I seem to recall water under it with a shore perfectly parallel to it. To my right was a concrete platform. A block with something on top of it, maybe something else. Details about some path taken had to be written down in order to do the lab correctly.
This may be another part. I was later trying to figure out what had to be done in order to do the assignment. I had this feeling that the deadline had already passed. I was trying to find a locker. In an earlier dream, I remember being in the same area opening a locker with my old locked combination. I remember unlocking it, but I don’t remember taking anything out. I remember someone to my right initially looking at me. I’m not sure who it was. Later, as previously stated, I was trying to get back into my locker. The number on the locker was 050. I tried my combination but it didn’t work. Perhaps I went by the “5”, which was the second number in the combination, too quickly I remember thinking. I couldn’t get it open. Someone else was with me. Maybe Kate Funderburk? It was a fimiliar face associated with someone that I knew in highschool. I was saying that I didn’t think that this was my locker and that I wasn’t sure which locker was mine. Upon stating this, there was some older woman standing there to my left. Again, another familiar face but I’m not sure who. In the dream she felt familiar. Someone I had met before. I said that I forgot where my locker was. She asked me a question, and I answered, but she didn’t seem to be looking for the information I was looking for. My locker. The locker in both instances was a bottom locker (there was one locker above and one below in the whole thing). I looked around the hallway. It was lit, but there seems to be a lot of light coming from outside. I looked down the hallway and noticed this. There seemed to be a picture window in the stairwell that could be seen through doors with large full-sized windows with a single piece of glass. Thinnk a regular door but with the first 6-12 inches of the parameter being solid door and the rest being glass. The stairwell windows were bisected in the middle.
I had some sort of revelation at that point that we should go check the other end of the hallway for my locker. That maybe I was on the wrong side. Though I thought this, I just headed straight to the classroom. At this point, there were only me and two or three others int here. It felt like the class had already passed and that this was taking place after regular school hours. I felt that she was going to repeat which questions had to be done. The instructor had some sort fo accent. I believe it was Russian. I saw some original copy of the map with the path traced along it. I opened my notebook and found that assignment as well as the ones after and before it.
At this point I was either handed a paper or I found it in there with my grades for the assignment. The first grade I saw looked like it said 18% or -18%. I had the feeling that I didn’t do well at all. The first page looked like a roadmap. It was stapled at the top. The second page said something like 94%. I checked to see what was done wrong on that. When I looked, it seemed that things were marked wrong that shouldn’t have been. Where I had multiplied something by 6/6, it was crossed out and written in red ink as 2/2 * 3/3, which was the same thing. I believe there were some other things in there as well, I assume dealing with using a different letter to denote a variable in an equation. I feel that I saw another paper, but I forgot what It said.
I was partially relieved when I saw the missing papers, so that I didn’t have to copy down what had to be done again. At the same time, I felt that I was going to have to argue the point of the assignment being late. I should note that the map itself looked like ti related to water, but it wasn’t topographical. It was crudely drawn and had been photocopied. It looked similar to a child’s drawing in black and white lines. It was more or less an outline.
Again, I saw myself outside. I was in that field again with the bridge to my left. I walked up to the concrete platform, which sloped up on its front side evenly. That side was covered in grass, not concrete. There was a road on top. I got onto the bus with my mom (I’m not sure, but I feel like it was my mom). The bus driver started driving. Something came up and I found out he used to be in the Marines. Our stop apparently was near some gas station. We drove by it once, after I had already pushed the “request stop” button. Whoever was with me, my Mom I believe, though tthat we had just missed our stop. I had a feeling that the driver was going to swing around and take a different path. He eventually did. I reember the turn being sharp, and that I had to hold on as the turn was sharp and fast.
The gas station seemed to resemble being near the corner of that onramp going from wollaston to north quincy near the highschool. Though we were coming from the opposite direction, not from wollaston. At the same time, now that I think of it, it also looked like (as far as the roads were concerned in both cases) the gas station that I used to stop by with Bart in Okinawa. Perhaps it was a hybrid of both. There was a grassy, slightly wooded area behind it. The bus driver was saying something about some raccoons in the area, or at least that’s what I gathered from him. He opened the door and there one was, however it was near some porcupines. He seemed to refer to the raccoons as though they were human. I don’t’ remember what he said specifically. I remember getting off the bus, and whoever was with me may have as well. When I got off the bus, I sat down next to one raccoon. The grown sloped downward, where I was on the top of the slope. There were porcupines as I said, who seemed much more interested in greeting me. I felt as though they could talk as well. That or I could understand what they were thinking. More came and they just kept brushing up against me. For some reason, It was as though their quills were very shirt, more like that of a cactus. I felt that they were hurting the raccoons, and that it bothered them, but at the same time, they were putting up little resistance.
I remember feeling getting hit by the quills of the porcupines as they just brushed up against me, though I feel that at first it was a friendly greeting. In aother part, one seemed to be getting defensive and while facing away from me, was sticking his hair on end, which would in turn hit my arm by mistake. I could get up or get away from that area at the moment.
There also seemed to be a raccoon there who looked like he was either sleeping or passive, but had porcupines all around him who seemed to be just lying there.
At that point I got up and started taking the quills that had stuck off of my skin. Where they were once small, they were now huge and had penetrated fully into my skin completely, albeit for the tips which were sticking out of my skin, stretching it as they poked. One in particular near my elbow on ym right arm stuck my skin out about three inched. I yanked it out quickly and it went away. I started noticing the same effect all over my arms, so I started pulling them out. I was surprised at how relatively little pain there was. The first one I pulled out looked like it was a good six to eight inches long. There was another one that I remember specifically that was poking. I looked to another part of my arm and saw a white tip. It felt like that was going to be more difficult to remove, but I also noticed that it was one large one in me that was running parallel with my arm, and was poking out at both ends. I remember trying to remove it. That was the last thing I remember.
I want to also say that I remember there was another part of the dream that related to that map mentioned earlier. It was myself and some others doing something. IT felt important, but could have been bad or mischievous. That perhaps someone didn't want us to do the certain thing. If I remember what happened, I'll be sure to write it down.
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