Dream diary update. I put off making my next entry too long. I had some real wild dreams last week but now I've forgotten most of them. Anyway 2 days ago I had a dream where I was mage like Gandalf the Grey. I empowered a little girl & her monster friend to sing opera together. I did it by arching a plasma arc of white power over them.
Their music was a haunting mishmash of 3 other music snippets. The first was the lyrical version of "Oh, Didn't He Ramble!" by Mr Louis Armstrong:
The second music snippet was a massive choral arrangement of"Jupiter: The Bringer Of Jollity" by Gustav Holst
I couldn't place the third music snippet in my dream composition but I suspect it was Con Te Partiro
Just now I had another dream about a private space ship group, not SpaceX, responsible for helping our migration to Mars. Like in the films MIB 3 & in Empire Strikes Back, I helped the Apollo 11-style, Saturn V rocket ships take off. I felt the thunderous roar of their take off exhaust vibrating against my head. They lifted off into the brilliant blue sky while a sun ray arched across the horizon as I awoke.
I've been neglecting the dream diary again, this time for 3 weeks. 2 weeks ago I couldn't get rid of the dream images of swimming with zombie dolphins and walking up to beached whales. I suppose it was because of reading about the thousands of Aflockalypse kills in Peru due to offshore oil & gas exploration.
I also dreamed about poisoned scaly deer with red eyes and a man's face chasing me. They were angry about all the US natural gas fracking ruining their forests and watersheds. An Illini native American medicine man saved me from the dream deer beasts before turning into a crow and flying up and away. I had forgotten about the legend of the Piasa bird but I woke up from those dreams remembering it.
Last week I started dreaming about being lost walking or working through dead cities. Frequently I would find myself repeating the same steps over and over again throughout the dream until the world exploded around me. As if the emptiness of existence in the dead megacity of my dreams made daily life a set of meaningless rote trials.
This week in addition to giant megacities I also started dreaming about zombies, evil priests, demon boys, and gothic lolita vampire girls. No doubt this dream trend is from my watching weird Japanes horror animes again. I started up this hobby after watching the Avengers movie last Tuesday for my sister's birthday present. Still I suppose its better to populate my dream megacities with bloodthirsty rogue characters than to just leave them empty except for laborers like myself. Still this dream trend is almost as absurd as when I used to dream repeatedly about being chased by Ms PacMan, a video game I mastered decades ago as an adolescent. I've been telling myself how stupid my dreams are all month, even though I often feel they beckon me involuntarily back to sleep.
Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been light, almost cartoonish. Part of the reason for this I believe is that I have been going out more and paying less attention to hobbies. Another part is the family of kittens which have been piling up and crowding me on my new bed.
For about a week after my last post I dreamed mostly about kittens. Sometimes the entire dream would be just kittens. I also dreamed about dead uncle Bob a few times. We would be out in the back yard fishing with the kittens. This is not surprising. After uncle Bob died 2 weeks ago, I got his mattresses and blankets. Also the
kittens decided to move into it with me since I cleaned the place up
when I installed it. So my sleep is more peaceful now with less need for
planking and contorting as these kittens cuddle with me on my warm soft new double bed. That must account for the dreams about kittens and jumping on trampolines. They often wrassle & play on top of me while I'm sleeping. I even had a dream with kittens and the characters from "Spongebob Squarepants" and "Aqua Teen Hunger Force." It doesn't much more peaceful than that.
I had an odd sex dream or two about having sex with angels and another one about hermaphrodites.having sex. Pretty standard stuff for me.
A couple of days ago my dreams began entering into their old patterns of sleep disturbances. Dreams about choking, racing, being hit by vehicles,or being engulfed in flames for a few examples. This past Sunday morning I fell asleep for 5 minutes on the couch upstairs while a woman on cspan kept saying things like 'the burning truth' or 'we all use too much fiery rhetoric' I had a brief but VERY intense dream about the house burning. I woke up after this hypnosis actually smelling the burning and feeling heat on my face and hair burning off my arms and legs. So I leaped up yelling 'Fire"and ran into the kitchen sink to put myself out with water and to start battling the blaze. Of course there was nothing there in real life but sunlight and birds singing.
The really odd thing about this dream is that my room used to belong to a boy who burned to death in it.Also I was in the living room upstairs where a poltergeist had visited last month through an open window, scattering the cats. I had had a rather sleepless night after having a butcher-horror dream after midnight Saturday that could be described as "Saw II" meets "The Cell." Not very comfortable as midnight visions go.
About an hour ago I had a parallel history dream that Big Brother had taken over the military-industrial complex after Jack Kennedy was assassinated. This is similar to the background plot in "Watchmen." The entire world was pwned by FOXNews and all the shows on tv were wrestling, like in the movie "Idiocracy." The military-industrial complex decided that Obama must go, so internal SS disappeared him while the Murdoch empire made sure that no one cared about it or noticed. In the dream when I asked one jackbooted thug about where Obama went, he just sneered and marched off goose-stepping. I suppose I have been watching the debate about AZ SB1070 and CISPA a little too closely lately or perhaps not closely enough. My guess is that's why I had a superficial conspiracy theory dream as a political nightmare.
Dream diary update. Practically a whole month has gone by since my last diary entry. Its not that I was dreaming less, I just didn't feel like writing them. After my last entry I began having a long series of musical dreams. Thursday morning I dreamed about singing Autumn Leaves duet with a dream lover again.
My youtube playlist has a higher res version that won't embed here for some reason. In this dream I was the inferior singer and the woman I was duetting with had the golden opera pipes that hits those high notes.
I've had a lot of dreams this past month about losing my breath, though no sleep apnea or other night disturbances. I think I just become more aware of my shallow nighttime breathing during my dreams about singing. I used to be a fairly decent choral member before adolescence ruined my pipes. Now I just have a muted vocal range and a good tiger yell.
Friday morning I dreamed about nontraditional Hawaiian music from a pbs special "Over Hawai'i: A pilot's story" I dreamed I was with the all-male Hawai'ian choruse in a disembodied cloud flying over the islands. Mostly we stayed over Maui with good reason. The pilots say that's the best flyover in the world. Though I've never actually been except in a dream.
From this point on I had a week of dark slasher dreams with lots of sexual sadism and body piercings. Mostly nipple piercings with a little tongue. I don't actually have any but I can dream about them (:
After that dry period was over I began having really wild Tempest dreams again that I was Prospero. It was good to have some dream powers. Lo' and behold the sorcerer in my dream musings was finally brought down again by more dreams of romantic love. I suppose since I can't meet those needs in real life, it makes sense that I might have them night after night in my dreams. Once again I didn't feel like writing about them for some weeks until now. Recently my romantic dreams have turned into more active hunting dreams about white stags, unicorns, the whole menagerie. Just now I had a particularly vivid dream that I was a panther giving cunnilingus to a sexy woman that I had hunted down. You can guess at how it ends, since I had a very big panther tongue.
Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been pretty boring. So I decided to go through a dry period of 2 or 3 weeks in the dream diary. From what I remember of them I spend hours arranging inanimate objects in my dream environment or perhaps attempt to solve a minor detective mystery. While there have been some adult elements, a few sex dreams, and one or two gender bender dreams, I felt they were nothing to write here about. I suppose I did have an odd gender bender sex dream where I was a female conjoined to the male in a set of conjoined twins. The three-way I had in that sex dream was disturbing and bizarre, especially when we started turning hermaphrodite.
On Sat March 10 I fell asleep on the couch watching horror movies. I had several dreams about losing my soul and traveling in Hell. When I woke up alone. The wind blew a living room window out and a female silhouette appeared in our curtains curling her finger at me. The cats were so scared that all 3 of them immediately dashed out of the house. I didn't react to this occurrence except with mild curiosity and annoyance having seen ghosts and poltergeists before. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand out a little bit. I did what I usually do with ghosts, I laughed and thought murderous thoughts at her until she went away. The next morning when I heard about the Afghan massacre by US staff sergeant Robert Bales, I realized 2 things about my nocturnal visitor. First that the silhouette did look like the torso image of a woman in chaadaree or mandated Taliban coverings. Second that it happened during a freak wind gust about an hour after the estimated time of the massacre. I found this coincidence mildly astounding at the time, but I told myself that it was all conjecture and took a couple steps back. That's what I usually do after a ghost encounter, though I can never forget getting beaten by a poltergeist in New Orleans back in 1990. He used the neighbors' antique ivory-handled umbrella to beat me down the stairs of our garden district apartment and into the old concrete pool. I couldn't see him, just an ivory-handle umbrella swinging around above hitting me. That's what I usually think back to when I encounter a ghost. That they aren't always insubstantial. I almost didn't write about this in the dream diary, but I realized I eventually would a week later.
About a week ago on the night of Tuesday March 20 I had several dreams about strong women going through a Black Swan-like transformation.
By Wednesday morning I thought it odd that I should have dreamed about strong women for 10 hours until I realized that The Hunger Games was ad blitzing images of a murderous Jennifer Lawrence on my network tv prior to its premiere.
Just now I had a nice dream about being watched over by an angel with black raven wings. Standard dream stuff.
I was mildly surprised when I awoke and no cats were curled up around me, but when I called out softly they came out. My biggest tom Smoky cat was squalling like a raccoon had tried to get in during the night.
Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been unimportant to me. Nevertheless they have been typically odd, with lots of horror and violence. Last weekend I had several dreams about living in a post-apocalypse world and in Hell. This is my normal dream pattern unfortunately. So it doesn't bother me a bit unless I am depressed. Therefore I chose not to blog or dwell too much on them. Not even when I had repeats of my prescient dreams from Dec about being immolated by an exploding volcano (Mt Etna), or about being swallowed by an underwater fissure together with 3 of them (plate tectonics).
I've been having a lot of dreams about cats. This is not surprising since our backyard jungle is like a visitor's center for them. I keep our three cats deliriously happy and joyful. The small bowl of food I put at the back door for daytime visitors is usually gobbled away by noon. They like to run and frolic through the yard and trees with our cats.
2 weeks ago I had repeated dreams about a post-apocalypse or about Hell. Unfortunately this is fairly typical for my dreams whenever I get a little anxious. More disturbing is that my command role has often become demon lord or barbarian. I am usually not casting myself in the helpless victim's role, even when I am losing a fight. Many of my dreams about Hell lately are about being a lost child wandering a dusty, buried cityscape. The Demons usually look wary and stay away from me since I delight in torturing and cannibalizing them. Safe to say I was an unruly child, both in my dreams and in real life. In the devastated dreamscape I usually pick through the bones for scraps and play with broken toys. Thursday night after watching the Grimm episode "The Three Bad Wolves" I dreamed my child self ate a half-dead Bauerschwein cop I stumbled across in the wasteland. Curiously the grave dust and ash on him looked a lot like the coating from his mud bath.
Last night the Hell dream changed. For one thing my dream Hell became the South of France. I dreamed I was operating on myself. I had become concerned that my legs were becoming saggy bags of fatty liquid. This dream symbol is no doubt incorporating my waking dissatisfaction with my nephews discontinuing our daily walks together. They had good reason since the youngest one's wheelchair broke. Still it pissed me off. This time in my dream operation I totally peeled back my flesh until there was only a cluster of cells and organ tissue left. Then I stitched myself back together again completely with the help of 2 French medical assistants. When I finished I began walking through a perilous trail in the French Alps. I finally reached the Château around dusk. The old villagers were becoming demons so they were wary I would eat them. One old woman took me under her wing and showed me how to fish for scraps to eat around the drains. When the last rays of the sun set in my dream world I awoke. Curiously, the first rays of dawn light was in the windows. My dream world dusk had become dawn.
Dream diary update. My dreams have been relatively peaceful lately, even if not always positive. I only recall interrupted sleep disturbances twice in the last week.
I had a dream last Thursday about swimming with dolphins, no doubt from awareness of the unceasing beachings in Cape Cod.
I had dreams all Friday night/Saturday morning about being in college classes with physicists talking about 11-dimensional superstring theory. In the last dream late Sat morning I had had problems envisioning some of the extra dimensions so one of the other 60 minutes whiz kids (not Jake Barnett) offered to tutor me. To get my mind acclimated to knowing the future, he began his pedagogy by showing me some interesting instructional forms in 4 and 5 dimensions as I awoke. This college dream was probably just resulting from walking together and talking to my nephews about their college courses all week. Friday morning I sent my college nephew the cool wikipedia link to Tesseract and we had chats all day about it.
Saturday afternoon I had a dream about marching with Skeletons through New Orleans graveyards. I typically have such dreams close to Mardi Gras, like the acid sequence in the film Easy Rider, except with lots of different skeletons rising from the graves and collapsing when touched.
Sunday night/Mon morning I had dreams about Football and Syria, in that order, because of news about the Superbowl and massacres in Syria no doubt. Late Mon morning I had another nuclear winter dream. Probably a delayed reaction to the Doomsday Clock moving up last week.
So when I woke up I went straight to Global Zero web pages again for the third time that weekend. I downloaded a Facebook timeline background image from their tumblr, for later this month when FB transitions to timelines..Tues morning I dreamed about being in a world where labor unions were strong again. Republicans would call these World Socialism dreams. This morning I dreamed I was a music composer in an alien society. Basically a Sci fi dream but with lots of music.No doubt this dream was a delayed reaction to a question about Jupiter that no one got on Jeopardy Monday. It reminded me of how much I like the Holst score.
