Godhood, Plato's Republic, Unbearable Lightness of Being dreams

Dream diary update. I fell asleep for a long nap after lunch. I had a dream of arguing with Plato about The Unbearable Lightness of Being. This is probably cuz before falling asleep I was reading about Plato's The Republic again and chatting with my nephew Joe (aka marxistplot) about how safe my man-cave is from the storms as it is 13 ft below ground-level. When I awoke I realized there was still no storm outside because of the low air pressure cap over us. Thats when I remembered the little prayer I made before falling asleep last night. I wanted my little sister and nephews to be as happy as my kitties instead of afraid of the storms. I really didn't expect the storms to bother us today and I still don't. Joe says all the towns around here are shutting down and building bunkers. The storms seem to be headed off for Chicago instead lol. I also reflected on a new dream I had about godhood last night. Its difficult to describe those so I usually just write in the diary blog that I dreamed about being a God again.

Coyote dream

Dream diary update. I just seconds ago had this dream. I was an advanced elemental druid charged by nature spirits to contain an invasion of otherworldly beings. I was a bit of a pariah and had to break out of a material prison in the mountains. So there were nature and dead spirits who hated me for being a human changeling and wanted me to fail. The powers I was granted were irresistible so their ire did not matter. However they were also limited and every time I used my powers against one of them my powers spilled over and diminished just a bit. So I attempted to appeal to their better judgement but most did not care about the invasion. Fortunately I also had a variety of disguises. I escaped several dangerous situations including my mountain prison and was working to quash the invasion when I awoke. I have identified this dream as a dream about Coyote. I often dream about Raven, Hecate, or Loki but I rarely have one about either Coyote or Prometheus.

Watership Down, Dead Like Me, nature God dreams

Dream diary entry. I've been really neglecting the dream diary this time. Part of it is melancholy as mom is off to Italy again for a 12 day art class. Anyway Saturday morning I had another dream about animal spirits. Since the spirits were rabbits I would consider it a "Watership Down" dream influenced by the book and anime. We were very much down the rabbit hole.

Early Sunday morning I woke up from a dream about being part of a Shinigami organization of death dealers. Since I haven't watched Bleach anime in months but "Dead Like Me" was just starting on my TV late night WSIL/ABC, I'd call this a "Dead Like Me" dream.

When I napped late Sunday morning I dreamed I was a nature God again and I felt MUCH better.

Currently I'm drinking caffeine and cuddling with cats and not sleeping much tonight.

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.