Demonesses, fast food job, Copoeira, Ribbon of Sand dreams

Dream diary update. For weeks my dreams have been about hell so I haven't bothered trying to recall them. This past Saturday I woke up after having an erotic dream about being teased mercilessly by two demonesses.

They scissored and rubbed all over my body but refused to let me complete the deed just laughing and kissing instead. They had cute little horns and forked tongues which they group-kissed with but otherwise anatomically they were quite human.

Sunday night my dream of hell was about working a food preparation/McDonald's kitchen job for all eternity again.

I tried to stay cheerful as I suffered for an eternity of serving customers with a smile. Some guy kept screaming at me for more chicken nuggets and smacking me in the face.
Last night my dry spell finally broke. Instead of hell I had a dream of defeating a Capoeira master.

Of course my skill is always a combination of styles along with overwhelming force and fighting dirty so I always win in my dreams and usually in real life too.
Just now I was on the couch with Stinky the cat and listening to the replay of Ribbon of Sand on PBS.

So my dream was about swimming homelessly between Hawaiian Pacific islands and surviving as a sort of mercenary, street fighting beach bum. I stumbled across some fisherman's open shack and made myself at home while the waves and surf crashed around me until he showed up. When he stayed away from me and drove off, I assumed I was unwelcome so I wandered over to a tropical library. There I started to move inhumanly creating music by rapping my knuckles and floating along the concrete. I realized from this strange god-like activity that I must be awakening. I hurried inside to win 2 more fights to the death with an Indian and a Pakistani before I awoke to my peaceful life.

Skin-flaying, poisons, Ancient Egptian Slip 'N Slide, Pink Cadillac, nosebleed,Doctor failing upward dreams

Dream diary update. I've neglected the diary for over a week now. Part of it was access problems. Storms and a back sprain kept me away from the computer. Another part was sleep problems and unpleasant dreams. Most of my dreams for the last week have had everyone's skin flayed off like a model for Grey's Anatomy and had lots of poisons.

Anyway I just had a more "normal" dream that I can recall details for.  I was on this vast ancient Egyptian Slip 'N Slide that criss-crossed an old island chain like the Galapagos. I had different girlfriends throughout this dream so near the end I was swimming at the end of the Slip 'N Slide with an English girl. My black girlfriend followed me there as part of a Great Race and drove her pink Cadillac off the end.

We all were swimming together briefly after she dunked the Cadillac underwater until I had a nosebleed that wouldn't stop. My English girlfriend took me to an ER with sliding doors in Carbondale, IL. There they talked me into being a doctor for a Boy's Club of America. I sheepishly considered this vocation change "failing upwards" as I awoke.

Family role-reversal, megalopolis, tax-dodging beatnik dreams

Dream diary  update. I had a dream during my nap this morning that was not at all bleak or upsetting. I dreamed my dad was my brother and mom was my daughter. Other than that permute we all were quite happy. Just now I had an odd dream that I had moved to Salt Lake City metroplex of the future.

 
I allowed myself to be invited to a cafe were the sandwiches were $1500. Amusingly they allowed me to eat on credit even though my new apparatchik friends were paying dutch. No one understood that a newcomer wouldn't be able to pay that much for a sandwich. I found that I was in a society were they accepted being taxed that much while government-subsidized corporations weren't taxed at all. I became a tax-dodging beatnik much like those on Off Beat Cinema. I saw myself as a friendly rebel and a writer, sort of like a latter-day Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol. I was hitchhiking around the University to be near the students while easily eluding authorities.

Eventually I remembered giving the shopkeeper my word to return, so in order to keep him out of the poorhouse I returned to the cafe at the exact moment I had originally arrived. I knew this was paradox but I went inside anyway to pay the onerous sales taxes and immediately awoke.

Lost nephews, cats, fruit, pope, bum fight dreams

Dream diary update. I haven't been keeping up because my dreams have been disturbing lately. Usually I get up early and try to forget about them immediately. I catch up with an afternoon  nap later. Anyway last week I had a lot of dreams about losing my nephews or being lost looking for them. I also had dreams about being a cat and inventing new fruit. This week my dreams have been about homelessness including one just an hour ago. Having been homeless before its safe to say I don't want to go back. Unfortunately current events in the US kleptocracy doesn't inspire me with much confidence. This weekend I dreamed about participating in bum fights. Just now I had a dream that can be described as Oliver Twist meets the Manson family in Deliverance country. Of course in my recent dreams I am an enthusiastic participant though I am usually too much a lone wolf to participate in deviant or salacious activities with the true sociopaths. I just don't intend to be last in the pecking order for meat or to show any weakness. I also had a dream Saturday about meeting the pope at the ballet theater. We mostly ignored each other.

gender bender, bats, Climate Change, handicap, lost family, love, Goldman Sachs Carnival dreams

Dream diary update. Well I've been putting off making an entry for 8 days now. I find that last week my dreams have become less transformational and violent and more obsessed with things and material objects.Perhaps its because I've grown complacent in my pauper status here? Time and again as I woke up this week my dreams involved going from one novel object to the next until I felt like the only Walmart cashier at a store whose manager installed 2 art galleries and a humor section. Last weekend I had some gender-bender dreams including another homosexual Earth one. Monday and Tuesday my dreams were about dying bats and Climate Change weather again. Wednesday I had dreams about being handicapped or inadequate. Thursday night my dreams became of my nephews. Apparently I was worried about them while going to bed. I was fearful for their future but it translated in my dreams into a disconnected separation fear that I finally overcame early Friday morning around 0600 when I awoke. I barely slept Friday night except for 3 hours before and 2 hours after Classic Arts Showcase. I had dreams then about being in love again though in my dreams Friday I believed that I had forgotten how (I haven't.) Just now I had 3 hours of dreams that were more lighthearted. Sort of a Benny Hill meets Family Guy dream. But there was still a snake in my dream playground as between the laser light shows and circuses I felt a dark secret was being hidden from me. The masters of that place which looked suspiciously like my alma mater wanted to hide the fact that they controlled every aspect of life there while they kept me snake-fascinated with the giant ball of tape and Chewbaccas, dancing girls and mimes. I've been having dreams like this one about a life of being stuck in a delightful but diabolical Carnival of Souls every time I hear how Goldman Sachs officers are making more money. I view them as dreams about being stuck on a treadmill in American Capitalism like those from The Great Gatsby. Unlike Gatsby for his 20th century dreams, I see nothing novel and puissant in 21st century over-consumption but merely a buffoonish waiting game with an unpleasant end for most involved.

Yesterday Reuters wrote that Blankfein had them bonus him with $1M and a total of $14M to himself and a few others. I sort of view those at Goldman now as the Enron that got away with their frauds. Like Enron their company doesn't actually produce anything except more power for the Fed and less for customers and investors..

Tornado summons, Cats dancing dreams

Dream diary update. Friday I had dreams about old men torturing me. I worked up enough courage to confront their bullies working in a restaurant. When I went in I could almost see the sarcastic laughter of the kitchen staff as they closed all the windows to the dining room by pulling the slatted blinds down. I could hear their laughter even though I could feel myself growing flush with power and anger as a storm whipped up above the restaurant. I could feel the tornado touching down above even as I knew they were no longer there leaving only echoes of their laughter. I disappeared in a gust of wind through the wall around the main window that rocked the restaurant and awoke around 0600.

About an hour ago I had another dream about doing some detective work for some lost things. It was the world from Cats The Musical again.My calico long-hair cat Fluffy was there too dancing solo ballet even though she acted like she barely knew me. She paused in her dancing long enough to touch my face for a moment and muss my hair. I had to find all the lost things to get out of Cats world but I was having poor luck. Even though I was in no hurry I found the first lost objects as I awoke around 0400.

Vampire Squid, Ogres dancing, hawks, mountain Kings, Sun gods, Moon maidens, horseshoe crab dreams

Dream diary update. I've spent about 10 days away from the dream diary. I had several very wonderful nights of great dreams at first from Sat Mar 12 to Mon Mar 14. I decided to put off the entries while I concentrated on dropping off more easily to have them. Then Tues Mar 15 we left for the Smokies mountains cabin and I was cut off from the Internet until Fri Mar 18. I've been slow to get back up to speed on my blogs. I started Youtube and Twitter slowly since then and I only made 1 Facebook entry and 0 Tumblr. This is my first attempt to recall anything for the Blogger Dream Diary. I felt after the mountains dreams that a hiatus from internet was good since I started having religious dreams again.
Lets see, the most memorable dream from Mar 12 to Mar 14 was another dream about Vampire Squid while napping midday on Saturday March 12. The next most memorable dream was about my sister and I at 0805 on the morning of Tuesday March 15. We were both huge grinning ogres and I had my hands on her shoulders while we buffoonishly stomp-danced together as I awoke. The good thing about this is we both weren't human but indestructible ogres. Therefore we were quite satisfied with ourselves at the new top of the food web with humans below us. On awakening I immediately had to get it together to road trip for 7 hours to our cabin. Mom gave me 25 min extra to get ready and pack. I cat-napped over the trip and almost kept a written diary my dreams were so interesting. I incorporated details about the drive in a Freudian sense into the other dreams that day. Once we reached N Carolina Smokies from Tuesday Mar 15-Friday March 18 I had dreams about various CNN stories I was following, being a hawk, mountain Kings, and Sun gods. Musical accompaniment for these dreams varied from In the Court of the Crimson King to The Planets and The Four Seasons.

 This weekend from Friday March 18-Tuesday March 22 there was a season change to Spring and a Super perigee moon. During that time I've been having dreams about dancing with my cats, the moon, and the seas. Just an hour ago I had a dream about the Nature/PBS episode I was listening to. As I listened half-asleep to Crash: A Tale of Two Species I remembered horseshoe crabs from the aquarium in Gatlinburg, TN. Consequently my dream was about living with the ancient crabs on the shores and in the estuaries of their various habitats.