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.

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..