Dream diary update. My dreaming has been extremely fitful lately. I have to wake up too often since I am training for a new job working graveyard shift. I mostly have these short lucid dreams, since my waking world imperatives usually force me to rouse myself quickly. Dreaming either off or on-the-job is not a priority.
Nevertheless I do occasionally reach deep sleep long enough to do REM and dreams. So I will adopt a different method of reporting them here. My family chat log. Here are excerpts from last night. FYI I am still dreaming about the lost cat. I love the little guy. My naturalist nephew 'Tom' is a night owl and another big cat lover so he responded. Sorry about the typos but they are supposed to be common in dreams, No? ;)
[03:58:05]
I just dreamed about Sticky cat
[03:58:17]
poor Sticky we love you
[04:01:06] [Tom - 25.188.56.89 / 2620:9b::19bc:3859]
We do : (
[04:01:52]
i fetched Luke back inside'
[04:02:02]
going to look for OZa
[04:10:36]
got hi.m
[04:27:17] [Tom - 25.188.56.89 / 2620:9b::19bc:3859]
ty
[04:27:56]
he was already in
[04:28:17]
now Swirly wants out but I said not right now baby
[04:34:18]
I need to calm down I guess
[04:40:29]
y i need more sleep
[04:41:45] [Tom - 25.188.56.89 / 2620:9b::19bc:3859]
Get some rest and try not to worry man
[04:41:59] [Tom - 25.188.56.89 / 2620:9b::19bc:3859]
Although you might actually be right in keeping lil Swirly inside
[04:42:10] [Tom - 25.188.56.89 / 2620:9b::19bc:3859]
She's not as outdoorsy as the boys anyway I don't think
[06:09:22]
I woke up when gma called me
[06:10:14]
I was telling gma how sad and worried I am about Sticky and Swirly heard and jumped up on me until I calmed down
[06:10:36]
shes a good girl
[06:29:56]
I let Oza and Swirly out
[06:30:18]
they wanted to watch the sun rise while they hunt
[06:30:35]
Swirly is a little wild child
[06:51:21]
Swirly popped the door to come back in
[06:51:36]
she leaped right on top of me lol
[06:51:46]
she is a wild child
[07:31:41] [Tom - 25.188.56.89 / 2620:9b::19bc:3859]
lol she is
[07:47:23]
Oza just came back in
[07:47:51]
Its funny cuz I woke up from a dream to do it
[07:48:04]
I guess that is lucid dreaming
[07:49:06]
A dream character who I was on a video game tournament team with told me how bad I am at video games
[07:50:02]
I laughed and said that I prefer to have low scores because when my vg scores go up it stops being fun and my mood gets really bad
[07:50:13]
then I woke up
[07:50:30]
Oza was scratching the door
[08:10:09]
I almost forgot to mention it but the librarian said a tree fell on a cat during the polar vortex
[08:10:28]
she said it was really sad
[08:10:46]
it wasnt Sticky but it makes you think
[08:11:06]
I remember a lot of branches falling over the past year
[08:11:44]
I still think he is with a nice lady getting a bowl of warm milk right now
[08:12:38] [Tom - 25.188.56.89 / 2620:9b::19bc:3859]
: ( poor baby
[08:12:40] [Tom - 25.188.56.89 / 2620:9b::19bc:3859]
RIP
{chat postscript: I also dreamed about a nonexistent girl. She isn't mentioned in the chat. My dream girl is BBB = blonde, buxom, and beautiful (also dressed in blue). She was also part of the video game team and she heard the young guy snark me but she still gave me a warm smile as I walked past her embarrassedly on my way to the "Wake Up Chamber"}
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Perverted fetish, cartoon animation, lost cat dreams
Dream diary update. My dreams in recent weeks have been alternating between perverted and cartoonish. I figure that is probably because I have been spending all of my free time looking at Tumblr fetish porn (perverted) and watching anime (cartoonish.) I also watch a lot of cult movies with my nephews and take care of our cats. I tried to ignore the dreams about 2D and 3D graphics and the lurid sex dreams by focusing on my waking relationships with my nephews and cats. I especially loved taking care of Sticky cat, whom I had to nurse back to health as a kitten. I just grew to love being with him. Sticky likes vocalizing all the time even though he is an adult. He influenced the other cats to vocalize too. They filled my world with cat sounds.
Last week the dreams took a dark turn. I hurt my back dancing around strenuously and twisting. It was so bad that I was laid up for 4 days. Immediately after I hurt my back and took to bed, Sticky cat went out & we never saw him again. I dont know what happened to him, but in hindsight we all agree that he probably needed vet care. The weather happened to be nice out that day. I just know that he went out around 2:30 pm on Monday Feb 16 and he seemed to feel vigorous even though we had all had had coughs and colds the prior weekend. I warned Sticky cat that I was too weak to help him if he got into trouble when I let him out. Then I passed out with his sister Swirly cat in our bed. I tried to blog tumblr on my back and sleep while waiting patiently for him to come back for 24 hours. On Tuesday at noon it hit me that Sticky might not be coming back. I had slept on my back in pain for 19 hours. I tried to get up and go looking for him but it was no good. My arm went numb and I collapsed in the backyard while frantically calling out to him. I am sure that my wails & plaintive cries disturbed the librarians working next door.
What I remember is that he left our rooms with my verbal warning in his ears that Monday. 2 hours later I limped outside to get my laundry off the line and then I felt that he was really gone for good. The next day my worst fears were confirmed. I was frantic and probably injured myself even worse in some panic attack. I dont remember any kitty coughing or blood sputum except in my dreams. I nevertheless kept having recurring dreams all week about going out into the garage to find him dying out there. In my nightmares nothing I did or didnt do for Sticky ever helped his suffering.
Instead of cartoonish my dreams after that were all about the terrible things that might be happening to Sticky cat. I obsessively wondered if maybe a human hurt him, a car, a dog, wild animals, poor health, or even if pet nappers got him. I still wonder if perhaps maybe in my delirium I overlooked Sticky's desperate hacking and crying in the garage as he made his death rattle? I had always decided to take a hands off approach to rearing Sticky, but I neurotically fear that I might have done something mercilessly cruel by ignoring his weak cries and gasps that day. All I know for sure is that I no longer can trust my memories about his disappearance. Now I wonder with dread if maybe he really could have been coughing up blood in the garage and I didnt want to hear him and I just pretended that he was all right? Could I have stoically forsaken Sticky cat in his time of need? I had all sorts of terrible fearsome dreams about it that Tuesday afternoon. I could tell that my emotions were quickly spiraling out-of-control into another nervous breakdown. I had changed from being ecstatically happy to be with him the week before to being suicidally depressed about his absence.
I've still been obsessing over what happened to Sticky cat for a week now. The worst neurotic fears I have are that either my dad hurt him in rage or else I ignored him in his death throes. One bright hope I have is that Sticky was secretly adopted by a passing wealthy farmer in order to hunt mice in a warm barn. His brother Gumball whom I had given to the neighbor came home just as Sticky cat went missing. I originally had given Gumball to the neighbor when he was a kitten, but the neighbor tells me that Gumball had been missing for 6 weeks prior until he just showed up home before the cold arctic blasts hit us. Coincidentally Gumball returned just as Sticky cat was gone. Perhaps the rich farmer had taken Gumball before and then decided to return him here before taking Sticky cat in his stead? Its enough to drive an old atheist like me to prayer. I pray that Sticky cat is actually doing well somewhere almost as fervently as I pray for those happy idyllic days together to come back along with my own sanity and peace-of-mind. I wish with all my heart that Sticky cat would come back to us hale and healthy.
Last week the dreams took a dark turn. I hurt my back dancing around strenuously and twisting. It was so bad that I was laid up for 4 days. Immediately after I hurt my back and took to bed, Sticky cat went out & we never saw him again. I dont know what happened to him, but in hindsight we all agree that he probably needed vet care. The weather happened to be nice out that day. I just know that he went out around 2:30 pm on Monday Feb 16 and he seemed to feel vigorous even though we had all had had coughs and colds the prior weekend. I warned Sticky cat that I was too weak to help him if he got into trouble when I let him out. Then I passed out with his sister Swirly cat in our bed. I tried to blog tumblr on my back and sleep while waiting patiently for him to come back for 24 hours. On Tuesday at noon it hit me that Sticky might not be coming back. I had slept on my back in pain for 19 hours. I tried to get up and go looking for him but it was no good. My arm went numb and I collapsed in the backyard while frantically calling out to him. I am sure that my wails & plaintive cries disturbed the librarians working next door.
What I remember is that he left our rooms with my verbal warning in his ears that Monday. 2 hours later I limped outside to get my laundry off the line and then I felt that he was really gone for good. The next day my worst fears were confirmed. I was frantic and probably injured myself even worse in some panic attack. I dont remember any kitty coughing or blood sputum except in my dreams. I nevertheless kept having recurring dreams all week about going out into the garage to find him dying out there. In my nightmares nothing I did or didnt do for Sticky ever helped his suffering.
Instead of cartoonish my dreams after that were all about the terrible things that might be happening to Sticky cat. I obsessively wondered if maybe a human hurt him, a car, a dog, wild animals, poor health, or even if pet nappers got him. I still wonder if perhaps maybe in my delirium I overlooked Sticky's desperate hacking and crying in the garage as he made his death rattle? I had always decided to take a hands off approach to rearing Sticky, but I neurotically fear that I might have done something mercilessly cruel by ignoring his weak cries and gasps that day. All I know for sure is that I no longer can trust my memories about his disappearance. Now I wonder with dread if maybe he really could have been coughing up blood in the garage and I didnt want to hear him and I just pretended that he was all right? Could I have stoically forsaken Sticky cat in his time of need? I had all sorts of terrible fearsome dreams about it that Tuesday afternoon. I could tell that my emotions were quickly spiraling out-of-control into another nervous breakdown. I had changed from being ecstatically happy to be with him the week before to being suicidally depressed about his absence.
I've still been obsessing over what happened to Sticky cat for a week now. The worst neurotic fears I have are that either my dad hurt him in rage or else I ignored him in his death throes. One bright hope I have is that Sticky was secretly adopted by a passing wealthy farmer in order to hunt mice in a warm barn. His brother Gumball whom I had given to the neighbor came home just as Sticky cat went missing. I originally had given Gumball to the neighbor when he was a kitten, but the neighbor tells me that Gumball had been missing for 6 weeks prior until he just showed up home before the cold arctic blasts hit us. Coincidentally Gumball returned just as Sticky cat was gone. Perhaps the rich farmer had taken Gumball before and then decided to return him here before taking Sticky cat in his stead? Its enough to drive an old atheist like me to prayer. I pray that Sticky cat is actually doing well somewhere almost as fervently as I pray for those happy idyllic days together to come back along with my own sanity and peace-of-mind. I wish with all my heart that Sticky cat would come back to us hale and healthy.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Sleepy starlets, savage hermaphrodites, cannibal jungle fighters, black widow spider woman, black lightning, strobe light, binaural beats dreams
Dream diary update. It has been over 5 months since my last post. This is not because my dreams have been boring. On the contrary. Normally my dreams are simply either too personal or too embarrassing to put up here. For example, If I write that I have dreams about sleeping with Keira Knightley & Molly Crabapple (I do), then it just makes my public blogs about using their sexy pictures as my computer desktop sound like online stalker behavior. I probably have a lot of transsexual and gender-bender dreams simply because I am an in-the-closet bisexual (I don't advertise). The hermaphrodite dreams I also have are probably more related to my
dreams about mythology & fantasy than anything to do with my gender
identity since they are classical mythological figures. However, I have
had dreams about both being one and also sleeping with hermaphrodites
since before Halloween. In one dream I had just before Halloween, I was
making love to hermaphrodites who kept trying to assassinate me in my
sleep. Of course in the end I tore them all apart since my dream self is
usually much tougher and meaner than my waking identity.
Lately my dreams have become more nightmarish. Wednesday night I dreamed about fighting cannibals while I slept for 9 hours. When I woke up I felt like had been fighting them for a long time. This morning I dreamed a giant spider woman was sitting on me and kissing me. She had me pinned down so tightly that I could not move even when she finally turned into a man-sized black widow spider and kept french kissing me as I awoke. When I woke up I found that the cats had piled on top and against me so that I was pinned down against the wall. So the fuzzy spider french kissing me turned out to just be fuzzy cats sitting near my face. The bad taste in my mouth was just from the cold I've been catching. The spider queen dream is probably related to an anime with a black widow spider woman I had watched right before bedtime. Also my naturalist nephew came over late last night for beer and pizza and I showed him a live spider that had crawled into my bed. My nephew assured me that the spider species was beneficial to humans and we turned him loose again across the man cave from my bed.
If they turn violent, then my dream blogs on several occasions have raised a social media flag and then some moderator or medical professional tries to tell me online or on my Facebook that it could be symptomatic of some brain abnormality that requires that I get a CAT scan to diagnose. So then they urge me to go out and to find some quack in order that he may diagnose me with something like early Parkinsonian dementia or late onset Bipolar disorder, either of which would slap me on many public Not-Wanted lists for hiring, insurance, and credit Please piss off moderators. I am neither out-of-control nor violent. Now, I frequently do have many violent dreams from my early struggles with childhood depression (I almost starved myself to death twice as an adolescent), from my early martial arts training (to help the anxiety), from my time as a homeless teenaged street fighter, from my parkour and other physical training in my late college days (I was hit by lightning at least a dozen times while running to school. Countless sports injuries), and perhaps from occasional alternative medical therapies that I prefer to traditional mental health treatments for my depression and anxiety (Group therapy sucks). IMAO I DO NOT have violent dreams because of any organic disorder. They are simply a part of my private identity. I am a big and heavy fighter and not a lover, that's all. I still adore cats, so that should induce at least a few bosses to trust me like my college adviser did. He said that anyone who loved cats like I do can't be all bad, and then he forgave me for my roughhousing to take me on as his student. Sometimes you just have to trust that the person is good even if he doesn't feel right to you. That's what I am.
As an aside, the only alternative medicine that is really completely safe to blog about online is acupressure with skin heat treatments. Even acupuncture has risks involved when performed by an amateur or by someone who isn't licensed. For example, if I blog that I have used youtube to watch a strobe animation with a binaural beat added, then I am considered at risk for seizures while driving Youtube even has warnings added to that effect (watch yourself for 30 days). If I blog about my psychotropic experiments with alternative medical treatments here then maybe I can't donate blood products or sign government contracts anymore. I am not interested in turning my offline identity into some sort of pariah. So I must also leave any hallucinogenic dreams out of my online, semi-public dream diary. Sex dreams are ok.
Lately my dreams have become more nightmarish. Wednesday night I dreamed about fighting cannibals while I slept for 9 hours. When I woke up I felt like had been fighting them for a long time. This morning I dreamed a giant spider woman was sitting on me and kissing me. She had me pinned down so tightly that I could not move even when she finally turned into a man-sized black widow spider and kept french kissing me as I awoke. When I woke up I found that the cats had piled on top and against me so that I was pinned down against the wall. So the fuzzy spider french kissing me turned out to just be fuzzy cats sitting near my face. The bad taste in my mouth was just from the cold I've been catching. The spider queen dream is probably related to an anime with a black widow spider woman I had watched right before bedtime. Also my naturalist nephew came over late last night for beer and pizza and I showed him a live spider that had crawled into my bed. My nephew assured me that the spider species was beneficial to humans and we turned him loose again across the man cave from my bed.
If they turn violent, then my dream blogs on several occasions have raised a social media flag and then some moderator or medical professional tries to tell me online or on my Facebook that it could be symptomatic of some brain abnormality that requires that I get a CAT scan to diagnose. So then they urge me to go out and to find some quack in order that he may diagnose me with something like early Parkinsonian dementia or late onset Bipolar disorder, either of which would slap me on many public Not-Wanted lists for hiring, insurance, and credit Please piss off moderators. I am neither out-of-control nor violent. Now, I frequently do have many violent dreams from my early struggles with childhood depression (I almost starved myself to death twice as an adolescent), from my early martial arts training (to help the anxiety), from my time as a homeless teenaged street fighter, from my parkour and other physical training in my late college days (I was hit by lightning at least a dozen times while running to school. Countless sports injuries), and perhaps from occasional alternative medical therapies that I prefer to traditional mental health treatments for my depression and anxiety (Group therapy sucks). IMAO I DO NOT have violent dreams because of any organic disorder. They are simply a part of my private identity. I am a big and heavy fighter and not a lover, that's all. I still adore cats, so that should induce at least a few bosses to trust me like my college adviser did. He said that anyone who loved cats like I do can't be all bad, and then he forgave me for my roughhousing to take me on as his student. Sometimes you just have to trust that the person is good even if he doesn't feel right to you. That's what I am.
As an aside, the only alternative medicine that is really completely safe to blog about online is acupressure with skin heat treatments. Even acupuncture has risks involved when performed by an amateur or by someone who isn't licensed. For example, if I blog that I have used youtube to watch a strobe animation with a binaural beat added, then I am considered at risk for seizures while driving Youtube even has warnings added to that effect (watch yourself for 30 days). If I blog about my psychotropic experiments with alternative medical treatments here then maybe I can't donate blood products or sign government contracts anymore. I am not interested in turning my offline identity into some sort of pariah. So I must also leave any hallucinogenic dreams out of my online, semi-public dream diary. Sex dreams are ok.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Cat girls, sex games, Victorian kink wet dreams
I had erotic dreams these last 2 nights. The night before last I dreamed about cat girls and I kept hugging and kissing my cat, who was quite happy with the extra attention. I ended up using it as a pillow even though I always sleep without one. Last night I woke up after midnight still dreaming about being sucked off by a redheaded hermaphrodite. After going back to sleep, I dreamed about being in a threesome playing sex games with French blonde models and a tight little Japanese redhead. When I woke up at 5:30 AM I was incredibly horny I whacked off for 40 min while I kept being pestered by the cats and by my housemates noises getting up so I couldn't come. to climax. Then I passed out for another erotic dream until around 8 AM. I dreamed that I was a Victorian lord in a horse dawn carriage with livery, going around and picking up all sorts of ladies of the evening to do in my carriage that felt like it was floating. When I woke up after 8 AM I came over and over again watching porn until just now at 10 AM. Then I passed out for about another 20 minutes from erotic exhaustion. I must have come 8 times in a row without stopping for a break.
My testosterone must be way up, since I am trying to diet and exercise to lose weight. Also I changed my diet. I'm eating only spiced deer and rice with vegetables. Eating bloody deer meat always makes me hard as a rock, unlike that Monsanto-fed meat junk they sell at the supermarket. Alex Jones' Infowars claims that there are feminizing hormones in it. I half believe its true after seeing how good I feel from switching to wild caught deer & salmon
My testosterone must be way up, since I am trying to diet and exercise to lose weight. Also I changed my diet. I'm eating only spiced deer and rice with vegetables. Eating bloody deer meat always makes me hard as a rock, unlike that Monsanto-fed meat junk they sell at the supermarket. Alex Jones' Infowars claims that there are feminizing hormones in it. I half believe its true after seeing how good I feel from switching to wild caught deer & salmon
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Ares, Mars, War, war gods, divinity, trickery, anime music dream
Dream diary update. I don't like writing in this dream blog much anymore. Besides the fact that I have to encourage tiresome sleep disturbances in myself in order to recall more dream details to write about, in my case such dream disturbances are dangerous since I'm a sleepwalker whom has also blacked out for extended periods in the past. (Once when I was slumming around Champaign-Urbana as a University dropout, I lost a whole month for example. When finally I came to about a month later, I was carrying an empty suitcase outside my single apartment along with a canceled plane ticket to Los Angeles inside. No memories. As far as I know I've never physically been to California, but I'll never be sure about that again)
Anyway this morning I had a dream about a God. I can't honestly say that it was a pleasant dream like the ones I often get about goddesses, sorceresses, fairies, and the like. I honestly thought I was doing a good job of relaxing and meditating. Yesterday I achieved a low level trance that put me in the first stage of zazen. I wasn't expecting to have dreams about anything but coffee, tv, food, and cats. It was Ares the God of War. Ares wanted to tell me that a brewing war is coming. I don't remember a lot of details, but I do remember that my favorite 2014 summer anime OP music was playing near the end of the dream when I come out of it. Its Heavenly Blue by Kalafina and the anime its being used on right now is called Aldnoah.Zero about an Earth invasion of mechas from the Martian colonies. Its a decent enough war anime even though mechas aren't really my thing. The music by Kalafina is great however.
derp- It only just now occurred to me that Ares' war god counterpart in the Roman pantheon is named Mars. The same Mars the invading planet in Aldnoah.Zero is named after. I guess that's why I keep a dream diary to keep track of such important details
Anyway this morning I had a dream about a God. I can't honestly say that it was a pleasant dream like the ones I often get about goddesses, sorceresses, fairies, and the like. I honestly thought I was doing a good job of relaxing and meditating. Yesterday I achieved a low level trance that put me in the first stage of zazen. I wasn't expecting to have dreams about anything but coffee, tv, food, and cats. It was Ares the God of War. Ares wanted to tell me that a brewing war is coming. I don't remember a lot of details, but I do remember that my favorite 2014 summer anime OP music was playing near the end of the dream when I come out of it. Its Heavenly Blue by Kalafina and the anime its being used on right now is called Aldnoah.Zero about an Earth invasion of mechas from the Martian colonies. Its a decent enough war anime even though mechas aren't really my thing. The music by Kalafina is great however.
Monday, June 2, 2014
JoJo's bizarre vampire horses, ice climbing tiger, Prospero's fractals dreams
Dream diary update. I realized last week that I had abandoned this blog. Fortunately lately the cats have been waking me up after 4 AM to feed them. So I have to get up abruptly & march upstairs to "whip us up some grub, bub!" This makes it easier to remember my dreaming.
Last Wednesday I woke up after having somewhat disturbing dreams about Nazi guards and vampire horses. These themes are not random, as I was marathoning the final 6 episodes of an anime climaxing with Nazi soldiers, vampire gladiators, and vampire horses leading chariots. The anime is JoJo's Bizare Adventure (2012). I had somehow tied up the Nazi soldiers with being lost in a typical eerie dream maze and I mixed up the vampire horses with the nightmare island in the 2002 film The Ring.
On Sunday I woke up after having a dream about a giant tiger and the 6 lost climbers on Mount Rainier. I must have seen some references to them Saturday. In my dream I scaled and leaped up impossible ice cliff faces like those in the 2012 film Chasing Ice in order to help my climbing & skiing comrades, a bunch of Nordic blonde girls in cute wool scarves and caps. I also rescued a giant tiger on the cliff face with gleaming golden eyes. Of course in real life the 6 climbers were not rescued at all, as they were taking their chances in bad weather.
Just now, Monday morning, the cats woke me up after a dream including a new pop idol music group. In addition to dream music from a female vocalist & guitarist, I dreamed about something involving the complexity of nature. Though rapidly forgetting the details, I was a lone sorcerer much like Prospero in The Tempest. I had become obsessed with growing intricate lattices and patterns from plants and other living things. I eventually summoned and weaved a huge intricate menagerie under the principle that "mathematics is God, and Nature is the computation of creation"
Last Wednesday I woke up after having somewhat disturbing dreams about Nazi guards and vampire horses. These themes are not random, as I was marathoning the final 6 episodes of an anime climaxing with Nazi soldiers, vampire gladiators, and vampire horses leading chariots. The anime is JoJo's Bizare Adventure (2012). I had somehow tied up the Nazi soldiers with being lost in a typical eerie dream maze and I mixed up the vampire horses with the nightmare island in the 2002 film The Ring.
On Sunday I woke up after having a dream about a giant tiger and the 6 lost climbers on Mount Rainier. I must have seen some references to them Saturday. In my dream I scaled and leaped up impossible ice cliff faces like those in the 2012 film Chasing Ice in order to help my climbing & skiing comrades, a bunch of Nordic blonde girls in cute wool scarves and caps. I also rescued a giant tiger on the cliff face with gleaming golden eyes. Of course in real life the 6 climbers were not rescued at all, as they were taking their chances in bad weather.
Just now, Monday morning, the cats woke me up after a dream including a new pop idol music group. In addition to dream music from a female vocalist & guitarist, I dreamed about something involving the complexity of nature. Though rapidly forgetting the details, I was a lone sorcerer much like Prospero in The Tempest. I had become obsessed with growing intricate lattices and patterns from plants and other living things. I eventually summoned and weaved a huge intricate menagerie under the principle that "mathematics is God, and Nature is the computation of creation"
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Mad scientist, mystical technology, cat boy, death angel, send in the clowns dreams
Dream diary update. Perhaps its the wild weather lately? I've been having lots of unusual dreams & interrupted sleeping. Part of it is that one or both of the cats usually accompanies while asleep me in bed or in the living room.
Friday morning I had a dream about mastering a fiendish technology that could summon mystical power. I wasn't the only one who possessed the tech. It had become quite common in society but I took it to the next level. Many agents were out to get my prized lab experiment setup. After fighting for hours I fooled them by leaving it outside my apartment building hallway sort of hidden out in the open in a communal rooftop garden. I finally reached it after being tortured inside my apartment. I had managed to surprise my torturers, killing them all. I activated my garden lab equipment as the soldiers came running from the stairway. The outside became filled with darkness & thunder as my instrument circuits warmed a green glow. I was getting ready to annihilate them as I awoke.
Saturday morning I fell asleep with Swirly cat. I dreamed silly dreams about having cat ears and a tail & talking to girls. Sunday morning (today) I fell asleep rocking Swirly cat in the living room recliner. I woke up listening to Classic Arts Showcase on tv & with both cats showering me with affection for spoiling them. CAS was playing Glenn Close singing "Send in the Clowns" again. It had become incorporated into my dream. I dreamed I was an angel of death whose fondest wish was to become something else in place of my eternal vigil. At the end of the dream I got my wish granted from the boss. I was transforming into a clown & I thought at first that they had tricked me into losing my immortality to become a Fool. But then I started laughing and everything became all right again as I awoke.
The odd thing about this one is that as soon as I awoke, Swirly cat got up from my lap on her hind paws & kissed me on the lips. Then her brother Sticky cat came up behind us & started singing & making happy mewling sounds. I ended up passing out in the rocker again until sunrise.
Friday morning I had a dream about mastering a fiendish technology that could summon mystical power. I wasn't the only one who possessed the tech. It had become quite common in society but I took it to the next level. Many agents were out to get my prized lab experiment setup. After fighting for hours I fooled them by leaving it outside my apartment building hallway sort of hidden out in the open in a communal rooftop garden. I finally reached it after being tortured inside my apartment. I had managed to surprise my torturers, killing them all. I activated my garden lab equipment as the soldiers came running from the stairway. The outside became filled with darkness & thunder as my instrument circuits warmed a green glow. I was getting ready to annihilate them as I awoke.
Saturday morning I fell asleep with Swirly cat. I dreamed silly dreams about having cat ears and a tail & talking to girls. Sunday morning (today) I fell asleep rocking Swirly cat in the living room recliner. I woke up listening to Classic Arts Showcase on tv & with both cats showering me with affection for spoiling them. CAS was playing Glenn Close singing "Send in the Clowns" again. It had become incorporated into my dream. I dreamed I was an angel of death whose fondest wish was to become something else in place of my eternal vigil. At the end of the dream I got my wish granted from the boss. I was transforming into a clown & I thought at first that they had tricked me into losing my immortality to become a Fool. But then I started laughing and everything became all right again as I awoke.
The odd thing about this one is that as soon as I awoke, Swirly cat got up from my lap on her hind paws & kissed me on the lips. Then her brother Sticky cat came up behind us & started singing & making happy mewling sounds. I ended up passing out in the rocker again until sunrise.
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