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.

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

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

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"