Today's dream was really short. In it I was at home, talking to my mother, only we lived in a mansion, and our discussion took place in a huge walk-in closet filled with expensive clothing. And we had a maid. In the dream, I was angry that my parents had been spending so much money at home while not giving me money for housing at college. That's pretty much all there is too it.
This is an easy one, since I really am frustrated with my parents regarding housing, and how they are determined to not look into it until all my other roommates are totally ready, making me the one everyone is waiting on.
Stressful time of the year.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
4/22 Volcano dragons.
It began with me walking to someplace in my slippers, and only realizing once I was there that I had forgotten to switch to my shoes.
Now it was night in a large field, with an enormous blackened mountain range in the distance that reached halfway up the sky. It was covered in spiky peaks and looked like something out of LotR. Behind me was a building that looked of ancient Greek architecture. It was just a large room, open on all sides with huge pillars supporting the roof. It gave off a comforting yellow glow, which was beautiful on the ivy that crept up the columns.
I stood there, in my robe and pajamas (my standard relaxation/too lazy to get dressed attire) with a friend from highschool. I had just said something to offend her, and she was very angry. She said that she'd call down "the Dragon" to punish me. She ran off into the field, and I followed,
wondering what she meant. Sure enough, a dragon appeared. It was blue and red, and I thought to myself, "it looks just like a pokemon."
Behind it flew 20 suitcases, as if they were outlining the rest of the dragon. It dove and shot by right over my head as I continued running. Again it dove, playing with me before finishing me off. Suddenly something caught my eye. Looking at the mountain, a plume of fire erupted from one of the spikes. The dragon flew away as more and more fire burst from the mountains. I caught up with my friend, and we stood watching as lava began to flow down the huge wall of mountains.
"That looks like it could get us." I said, fearing the amount of orange that was engulfing the peaks. As soon as I said that, all of the volcanoes spewed molten rock at once. An unimaginable amount of lava burst forth, nearly as massive as the mountains themselves. It formed a great waterfall, larger in scale than anything I had ever seen. It crashed down into the field, exploding upward on impact hundreds of feet into the air. I knew there was no hope for survival, and my friend and I just watched as the lava came forth to engulf us.
I don't know what the dragon is all about, but I'm pretty sure the lava is finals!
Now it was night in a large field, with an enormous blackened mountain range in the distance that reached halfway up the sky. It was covered in spiky peaks and looked like something out of LotR. Behind me was a building that looked of ancient Greek architecture. It was just a large room, open on all sides with huge pillars supporting the roof. It gave off a comforting yellow glow, which was beautiful on the ivy that crept up the columns.
I stood there, in my robe and pajamas (my standard relaxation/too lazy to get dressed attire) with a friend from highschool. I had just said something to offend her, and she was very angry. She said that she'd call down "the Dragon" to punish me. She ran off into the field, and I followed,
wondering what she meant. Sure enough, a dragon appeared. It was blue and red, and I thought to myself, "it looks just like a pokemon."Behind it flew 20 suitcases, as if they were outlining the rest of the dragon. It dove and shot by right over my head as I continued running. Again it dove, playing with me before finishing me off. Suddenly something caught my eye. Looking at the mountain, a plume of fire erupted from one of the spikes. The dragon flew away as more and more fire burst from the mountains. I caught up with my friend, and we stood watching as lava began to flow down the huge wall of mountains.
"That looks like it could get us." I said, fearing the amount of orange that was engulfing the peaks. As soon as I said that, all of the volcanoes spewed molten rock at once. An unimaginable amount of lava burst forth, nearly as massive as the mountains themselves. It formed a great waterfall, larger in scale than anything I had ever seen. It crashed down into the field, exploding upward on impact hundreds of feet into the air. I knew there was no hope for survival, and my friend and I just watched as the lava came forth to engulf us.
I don't know what the dragon is all about, but I'm pretty sure the lava is finals!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
4/14/10 The Island
It was long, so the beginning parts are a little fuzzy. It started with a group being in a large stone tunnel, almost like a sewer, but huge and without waste. The whole thing was tinted green, and had the feel of an ancient Aztec tunnel. Everyone was panicked, as some person has just disappeared- carried away by some monster. There was a large hole in the wall, leading to another stone room, and everyone was sure this is where the monster had come from. I entered the room, and discovered that there were holes in this wall, to the left right and above. As people protested, I entered the one to the left.
The dream shifted now to an island made mostly from a strange house, that myself and a small group were stranded on. I wasn't sure how we got there, but I could still remember the events from the tunnel, so it doesn't seem like an entirely different dream. The house/island was surrounded by strange pieces of junk that sat suspended above the water. Rusting cars, semi trucks, and piles of chairs littered the edges of the place. Again, briefly there was a cameo of a friend from high school, but she was soon gone. The only part separated from the island was another, small house. It appeared to have 3 stories, and resembled a lighthouse. It, however, was locked. I explored the island, and there was the sensation of much time passing. It had been weeks on the island, and food was dwindling. I began to swim around the area, checking various places for anything of use. Every little area I swam had small details that made it seem more and more like a game. I remember swimming under one of the trucks and seeing spikes on the bottom and thinking "oh, that's to catch anyone who gets over eager and jumps." Being able to jump out of water is impossible, but is common in video games, as well as spike traps like that to catch jumpers.
Eventually I found 3 cans of coke, and a carton of yogurt. Without knowing, I began swimming. I swam and swam, and eventually passed out in the water. I woke up the next day, shocked that I wasn't dead. The empty coke and yogurt tub were floating around me, and I was angry that they were depleted without me remembering myself using them. I struck one out of anger, but as it started to sink I suddenly felt that it would be terrible should it sink, and that I absolutely needed to keep it afloat. Looking around I noticed that I was back at the island, between the mysterious 2nd house and the edge of the main island. I knew that everyone was dead by now, killed off by either hunger or each other. I was convinced that the island was abandoned, but suddenly- a noise from behind. In one of the rusty old cars that made up the edge of the landmass, there was movement. The car began shaking back and forth, and it dawned on me that some couple was having sex inside. Just as I thought this, there was a large crash sound, and all movement stopped. I was filled with a stomach churning sense of dread. Something terrible was in that car, and I needed to get away. The emptiness of the once moving car was truly terrifying, and I began to swim for my life. I struggled and thrashed, but remained stationary in the water. Finally, I was suddenly at the mysterious other house.
I stared at the door in disbelief. The locked glass door that somehow no one has thought to smash- that instead had served as an unbreakable barrier, was slightly ajar, unlocked. I slowly got out of the water, the car forgotten. I entered the house cautiously. The interior was white walls, with dark wood accents. There were many trinkets, paintings, and furnishings that made the whole place seem classy. "Hello?" I called out. I somehow had the feeling that this was the home of some powerful person, who was responsible for all of us being on the island. A figure entered from a side room. I don't know anyone like this in real life, but in the dream I recognized him as someone who had also been on the island. He mentioned that there was a third person from the island here, and once again I got the feeling that this was all a game, that we were the finalists, and that we would have to compete against each other. But for now, we continued to explore. Finding the kitchen, I rushed in and opened the fridge. The thing was filled with delicious food. Chocolates, fruit tarts, steaks, all prepared in a beautiful fashion. I popped a deviled egg into my mouth, and rejoiced as it satisfied my painful hunger. I continued eating, and was preparing to speak to the other person.
This is when my alarm went off. I wish this dream had continued. It had a very powerful mood to it, and was very detailed. I have no idea what it could mean, but I'll think about it as the day continues.
The dream shifted now to an island made mostly from a strange house, that myself and a small group were stranded on. I wasn't sure how we got there, but I could still remember the events from the tunnel, so it doesn't seem like an entirely different dream. The house/island was surrounded by strange pieces of junk that sat suspended above the water. Rusting cars, semi trucks, and piles of chairs littered the edges of the place. Again, briefly there was a cameo of a friend from high school, but she was soon gone. The only part separated from the island was another, small house. It appeared to have 3 stories, and resembled a lighthouse. It, however, was locked. I explored the island, and there was the sensation of much time passing. It had been weeks on the island, and food was dwindling. I began to swim around the area, checking various places for anything of use. Every little area I swam had small details that made it seem more and more like a game. I remember swimming under one of the trucks and seeing spikes on the bottom and thinking "oh, that's to catch anyone who gets over eager and jumps." Being able to jump out of water is impossible, but is common in video games, as well as spike traps like that to catch jumpers.
Eventually I found 3 cans of coke, and a carton of yogurt. Without knowing, I began swimming. I swam and swam, and eventually passed out in the water. I woke up the next day, shocked that I wasn't dead. The empty coke and yogurt tub were floating around me, and I was angry that they were depleted without me remembering myself using them. I struck one out of anger, but as it started to sink I suddenly felt that it would be terrible should it sink, and that I absolutely needed to keep it afloat. Looking around I noticed that I was back at the island, between the mysterious 2nd house and the edge of the main island. I knew that everyone was dead by now, killed off by either hunger or each other. I was convinced that the island was abandoned, but suddenly- a noise from behind. In one of the rusty old cars that made up the edge of the landmass, there was movement. The car began shaking back and forth, and it dawned on me that some couple was having sex inside. Just as I thought this, there was a large crash sound, and all movement stopped. I was filled with a stomach churning sense of dread. Something terrible was in that car, and I needed to get away. The emptiness of the once moving car was truly terrifying, and I began to swim for my life. I struggled and thrashed, but remained stationary in the water. Finally, I was suddenly at the mysterious other house.
I stared at the door in disbelief. The locked glass door that somehow no one has thought to smash- that instead had served as an unbreakable barrier, was slightly ajar, unlocked. I slowly got out of the water, the car forgotten. I entered the house cautiously. The interior was white walls, with dark wood accents. There were many trinkets, paintings, and furnishings that made the whole place seem classy. "Hello?" I called out. I somehow had the feeling that this was the home of some powerful person, who was responsible for all of us being on the island. A figure entered from a side room. I don't know anyone like this in real life, but in the dream I recognized him as someone who had also been on the island. He mentioned that there was a third person from the island here, and once again I got the feeling that this was all a game, that we were the finalists, and that we would have to compete against each other. But for now, we continued to explore. Finding the kitchen, I rushed in and opened the fridge. The thing was filled with delicious food. Chocolates, fruit tarts, steaks, all prepared in a beautiful fashion. I popped a deviled egg into my mouth, and rejoiced as it satisfied my painful hunger. I continued eating, and was preparing to speak to the other person.
This is when my alarm went off. I wish this dream had continued. It had a very powerful mood to it, and was very detailed. I have no idea what it could mean, but I'll think about it as the day continues.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
First post! Dreams from 4/11/10
In this blog I'll recount any dreams as best I can, maybe speculate on why I dreamed these things, and provide POWERFUL INSIGHT on IMPORTANT TOPICS!
I rarely have dreams that I remember, but a big factor is sobriety. Or more like, I have crazy dreams when I sleep while intoxicated. This dream is an example.
The dream began with myself and all my college friends in my common room, having a party. We were playing Beastie Boys, a rhyming party game that was a staple in all parties in my highschool. I don't think we actually played it, but I knew that we were playing it. It then switched to a game of suck and blow, another popular game in my high school. Again, not actually playing, but having the knowledge that we were playing.
I don't have recurring dreams, but I sometimes have recurring settings or objects. At this point the dream changed, and I was sitting on a dock with a friend from high school that I've fallen out of touch with. We were looking at an overcast lake, with strange boats going across it. All of the boats were propelled by the steamboat paddle mechanism, and many were just small boxes with the wheel on the back, speeding around out of control, occasionally flipping or crashing. A recurring image, a car with a raised body, huge wheels, and even bigger axle, made its way across the lake. When I looked back at my friend, he was suddenly underwater, laying along the bottom, and reaching up at me for help. I grabbed his hand and pulled, but he wouldn't budge.
This is where the dream ended. Am I suddenly missing the high school that I entirely abandoned? Am I fascinated with cars with big wheels (no)? Was I just really drunk?
I rarely have dreams that I remember, but a big factor is sobriety. Or more like, I have crazy dreams when I sleep while intoxicated. This dream is an example.
The dream began with myself and all my college friends in my common room, having a party. We were playing Beastie Boys, a rhyming party game that was a staple in all parties in my highschool. I don't think we actually played it, but I knew that we were playing it. It then switched to a game of suck and blow, another popular game in my high school. Again, not actually playing, but having the knowledge that we were playing.
I don't have recurring dreams, but I sometimes have recurring settings or objects. At this point the dream changed, and I was sitting on a dock with a friend from high school that I've fallen out of touch with. We were looking at an overcast lake, with strange boats going across it. All of the boats were propelled by the steamboat paddle mechanism, and many were just small boxes with the wheel on the back, speeding around out of control, occasionally flipping or crashing. A recurring image, a car with a raised body, huge wheels, and even bigger axle, made its way across the lake. When I looked back at my friend, he was suddenly underwater, laying along the bottom, and reaching up at me for help. I grabbed his hand and pulled, but he wouldn't budge.
This is where the dream ended. Am I suddenly missing the high school that I entirely abandoned? Am I fascinated with cars with big wheels (no)? Was I just really drunk?
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