Surreal street-fighting, Godhead, lost cat hitchhiking dreams

Dream diary update. I woke up from a nightmare about 25 minutes ago after sleeping in from the snowstorm all day. The nightmare wasn't terribly complicated and its more than made up for by my dreams yesterday. Even though I slept all day today I should have done it yesterday. Virtually all me dreams for 3 days before yesterday were either surreal or about street fighting.Yesterday was the good day and I dreamed about being a God-avatar stewarding a dream civilization of elves-Mayans. Only I slept poorly yesterday. Today I slept deeply all day with c-span on the TV. Unfortunately I just ended up dreaming about being lost hitchhiking and losing my Fluffy cat while idle people chattered about other peoples' health care insurance. Coincidentally yesterday she was quite happily sleeping with me and going outside a lot. Today Fluffy didn't stay on top of  me while I dreamed and she waited out the storm in the dark stairwell to my man-cave. Probably it was just me thrashing in my sleep that drove her off. Nevertheless I am tempted to infer a causal instead of a correlative relationship between having Fluffy sleep with me and dreams of Godhead

Beckett, Monday night football, Victorian mansion,murder mystery dreams

Dream diary update. My 2 dreams Monday night were a cross between a Samuel Beckett play and Monday night football.
I dreamed last night about fighting alone with 2 other characters in the dark all night. One dream felt like just a continuation of the other one. Since I'm a Beckett fan and my favorite works of his are Krapp's Last Tape and Waiting for Godot, I felt the connection but I was so saddened by all the fighting in my dreams I didn't write about it until now. In both dreams minutes felt like hours. I've experienced this acute telescoping time feeling before, but not in my waking life for many years now.
A half hour ago I had a dream about servants in a great Victorian mansion. In my dream there was a double murder mystery that I solved. When I awoke Downtown Abbey was playing on Masterpiece Classics since I had left the TV on PBS/KETC. I realized immediately that I had incorporated most of the dialogues for background noises in my dream as I investigated servant's corridors and kitchen from my dream mansion. I believe the victims were the dream characters I had fought to a draw Monday night.

Sliders, Zombie aflockalypse dream

I just had a dream that was like the old TV series "Sliders."

 
I used to have Sliders-type dreams all the time before Fox drove off the creator Tracy Tormé. The first two seasons of the show were hit-and-miss about a team of quantum reality travelers who were trapped in a series of alternate Earths and continually catching wormholes to keep traveling through the series. After Tormé left from creative differences I didn't like the show even though I'm sure it was good sci-fi action. Fox network didn't like the social commentary and Sci-Fi channel didn't care for the intellectual satire dialogues that I liked. Starting a trend TV executives turned star Jerry O'Connell from a humble scientist character like a Robert Heinlein hero into a sex item and weak action hero like the current sexy vampire craze. Nevertheless I still have dreams about the thing as a recurring motif even though I quit watching in the middle of season 3.
   Anyway the dream I had was about sliding into a parallel world with my companions and fighting a robot zombie aflockalypse. Apparently the varied robots were carriers of a zombie virus that was as bad as that seen in the Resident Evil series.

The flock of contagious robots sought to overrun a roadside cafe that we slid into at the end of the world. As usual I was the only one who could fight decently even though some other old-timers and terrified athletes were holding their own. They had to use advanced weapons while I took the zombies and infectious robots mostly with my rusty H2H. We went outside in the night to take the fight to the enemies. They almost had us with a proliferating wave of collie-sized robots with slapping infectious tentacles when I awoke.

Shaolin kung fu, secret scrolls, ultimate technique, demon dream

Dream diary update. An hour ago I had a dream that was like a martial arts movie. In the dream I was one of the Shaolin monks in a monastery that had become possessed by an ancient demon from the caves beneath. The demon had murdered the master and turned the library into his lair. My brothers and I had to go into the library and retrieve the secret scrolls/talismans that would unlock our ultimate powers. Surprisingly when we retrieved them at great cost, the powers were all the colors including black. The colors powers were shared between me and different sets of brother monks. I was the keystone to unlock all the powers. Even with all the scrolls we were unable to defeat the demon who had followed us to infest the surface. Finally I unlocked the ultimate secret that combining all the scrolls together could unlock an ultimate bright, white power. The white power required all 12 of my remaining brothers and I. All of the powers combined in us wiped out the demon and restored the sanctum as I awoke.

Base jump dream

Dream diary update. I slept late this morning and woke up after 0935 feeling good. I had a flying dream that was 2 parts Matrix, one part Harry Potter, and one part Stravinsky's Firebird Suite. Thoroughly satisfying. I vaguely remember arguing with some sprites or brownies before taking off. I flew like a wingsuit base jumper past billowing forests, around skyscrapers and cruise ships, and out to sea before I awoke.

RV, McMansion, Running Man, Fortuna's Wheel dreams

I had one memorable dream Tuesday morning at 0630, one Tuesday morning at 0830, and one just now at 0100 Wednesday morning. The first was about driving a luxury RV around that was bigger on the inside than out, sort of like a pocket dimension.

I attributed that dream to thinking about future trends for Baby Boomers just before bed. Many of them prefer to sell everything and drive around in RVs until close to the end.

 
The second dream I had just before watching the Gulf Oil Commission read its report on live cspan. I found the report so interesting that I forgot most of the details of that dream. It was about representing the world as a sort of cat's cradle McMansion where people are always killing each other to be respawned back at their starting points.

Just now my dream was about the Wheel of Fate only it was a Wheel of Death. It was sort of like the dystopian story behind the movie Running Man where cons were forced to kill each other for TV in the future.

In my dream we would go into a compound and everyone would kill each other while they are reincarnated outside. I was a champion but near the end I ended up letting 2 pretty girls kill me because the whole thing bored me. I never was a big fan of karmic destiny. My favorite book, A Confederacy of Dunces, the main character Ignatius J. Reilly is continually referring to "Fortuna's Wheel." He regards it broadly as his enemy and in some ways so do I.

Giant cat, surreal, Anna Netrebko, Donizetti dream

I just had a dream an hour and a half ago that was pretty strange. It was surreal with my cat as a giant, green Nature, odd cars, beautiful rays of sunlight, and perfect bubbles.

Great Performances/PBS was playing so loudly on my TV that I almost woke up several times and the music got incorporated into the surreal dream environment. This week they have Donizetti's Don Pasquale starring sexy pop-opera diva Anna Netrebko 

Near the end of my dream she was blasting away with her Don Pasquale climax while I was was struggling to escape from sleep by pulling it away like strands of grass and spikes of glass.Finally I pulled free with Netrebko finishing and my giant cat looking on quietly as I awoke.