School, bicycling, animals, dumpster diving, telekinesis

Dream diary update. Just now (Wednesday morning) at 0330 I had yet another school dream that was mostly disconnected with lots of bicycling, abandoned pets, and dumpster diving for clothes. I had the ability to make people blow up which I had to resist using in order to go to my college class. Even though I had blown up most of the instructors by the end of my dream, I gave it one last go. I was idling around in my underwear and the female instructor kept trying to move me around so the female students wouldn't be offended. I got tired of this too so I blew her up as I awoke.

Driving, coastal town, wooden trestle, eagle man

Dream diary update. Tuesday I was sick with a cold so I ended up sleeping half the day away. From 1000 to 1200 I had a dream about driving cars and being lost. I kept ending up on a vertical spiral exit ramp that was built as a wooden trestle like an old roller coaster. The towering thing would descend for miles to a nice little coastal town that I hated visiting. Near the end of the dream I confronted a man who had built it presumably. He was half-man and half-eagle. He glared balefully at me as I awoke.

Twin Warriors, elf girl dream

Dream diary update. I've had a cold lately and Fluffy the cat has been merciless about tackling me when I wake up and not getting off. So its been difficult to keep up with the entries and I'm 3 behind now. Tuesday morning at 0430 I had a dream about being part of a pair of twin warriors. The dream had lots of Japanese overtones. My mystical brother and I had different fighting skills. Mine were H2H, arrows & thrown darts, and ninja arts. His were edged weapons, cavalry riding, and the way of the samurai. We were drawn to attack one another but I had overcome the spiritual malaise through training. My brother was being consumed by the madness. I had a flame-haired elf girl as a girlfriend. During a quest I had saved the village where her father was elder. Near the end of the dream it became more violent as they are wont to do. My brother was unable to resist the need to attack me. He grabbed me by the neck for an embrace but instead held me at length while he used his right hand to destroy his collection of mystical edged weapons in his armory. I let him do it, knowing that he could never beat me without them as I awoke.

new molecules, synthetic lifeforms, Large Hadron Collider

Dream diary update. Tonight around 1230 I had a dream that was like a beautiful symphony. I dreamed that we used the Large Hadron Collider to synthesize the particles of creation. The particles were magnified and represented dimensionally until they were projected holographically in the lab to appear as big as monoliths. I stayed late in the lab and skipped dinner with the wife (I don't have one) to observe the particles organizing into the molecules of Life. As the sun set in the East I could see new life begin to emerge from them as I awoke. Later I had another dream of particles the size of beach balls. We played volleyball with them on the beach even though their Navier-Stokes coefficients kept them moving constantly. When I awoke at 0350 the Mormon Tabernacle Choir were singing Christmas carols on WSIU/PBS and the cats were watching me.

College of Hard Knocks, dead grandma

Dream diary update. I fell asleep upstairs watching TV with mom. I just had a dream of attending my old dream alma mater, the School of Hard Knocks. Classes tonight were geared towards jujitsu and telephone identity theft. After working all week there I went to visit my dead maternal grandma at her house where she was sleeping. Mom was there waiting in the living room. It was difficult to waken her, but when we did I greeted her and hugged and kissed her. As I heard her laugh and saw her smile I began to tell her about my week at college when I awoke. Mom had gone to bed.

Sleepless nights, Tempest and fire dreams, more injuries

Dream diary update. Tuesday night around 0300 I had a dream about traveling nearly the same route over and over again. I normally associate tumultuous dreams like that to reading Will Shakespeare's The Tempest. I would start on the trains and meet with Dad in the country to drive past Bar-be-cue huts with food out on picnic tables. Each time Dad would refuse to stop to let me gorge on the meat, presumably so we could go off hunting and fishing. This part of the dream is probably because I've recently progressed my weight loss diet to banning Dad's mystery meat, sausages and bacon. As the dream progressed faster and faster jumping off the trains became more dangerous and the skewered meat outside got bigger and bigger until my mouth was watering. Dad became meaner like he used to be when he growled that I should shut up and stay in my seat when I awoke. My left ankle was badly sprained from some motion I had done while asleep. This is just 2 weeks after the bad bite I gave my left ring finger while asleep which has finally healed. I had hoped that the bite was an isolated incident over grief for letting mom's cat Hunter finally get eaten by the coyotes outside. It is my job to watch over the cats. Apparently the injurious sleep disturbance is part of a new cycle. It is likely that the sprained ankle is merely from sleeping sitting up in a half-lotus position again. I decided to start sleeping on the couch upstairs where it would be harder to walk or thrash around without waking. Wednesday afternoon around 1800 I had a 90-min nap with a dream about being paralyzed and burning for an entire day on a funeral pyre in the African steppe. I woke up feeling the flames lapping at my face and feeling much better. Thursday morning at 0700 I had a dream about being on a planet where the landscape was red and the sky purple. Insects that sounded like crickets buzzed loudly as the wind gusted the tall red grasses. I awoke with the chirp of the insects in my ears. Tonight I awoke at midnight feeling happy that I couldn't remember my dreams.

Abstract Expressionist Tetris Wings Dream

Dream diary update. My dreams lately have ranged from Shakespearean to abstract dadaism. Since none of them were very personal or thematic, I decided not to attempt to describe the indescribable in my dreams blog over the past week. Part of the reason for this lack of focused imagery is that: 1.I've stopped going out for walks in the cold and 2. My 17-yr-old cat Fluffy has been affectionate but insistent that she sleep on top of me for 6 hours a day. Since we have heat now I'm not sure why she still requires this much contact with my prodigious body heat. Just now I had another 1.5 hour nap with Fluffy on top. While sleeping I dreamed I had golden wings that looked and felt like a Gustav Klimt painting, only the pixelated boxes kept moving and rearranging themselves in space and time like a Tetris game. There was no blurring of boxes as they had very distinct edges like in Cubism. I don't feel ashamed about having Tetris video game dreams anymore since the Russians released studies that shows playing it increases IQ. In my dream after sitting calmly for an eternity I finally began to flap my kaleidoscopically shifting wings in preparation for our first flight when I awoke.