Musical duets, Hawaiian flyovers, body piercings, Prospero Tempest, hunting panther woman dreams

   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.

conjoined hermaphrodite, hell poltergeist,, black swan, dark angel dreams

   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.

Mount Etna, Pacific fissure, cats, Hell, Bauerschwein, Château dreams

   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.

Dolphins, Superstrings, Mardi Gras, Doomsday Clock, Jupiter dreams

   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.

Cat landscapes, demon dismemberment, Frida Kahlo, cleaning lady dreams

Dream diary update. My sleep has been much more interrupted lately, mostly cuz I've been going on regular walks with the nephews and some fasts..I've been falling asleep around 9:30 pm and waking up before 2 am with insomnia until mid-morning. I typically forget my dreams immediately upon awakening or else I'm trying to get back to sleep so I ignore the dreams. Dreaming under insomnia conditions is less engaged and more about what passes in front of my nose, that is more sensory.
   Last week I had lots of dreams about being alone outside with the 3 cats. Occasionally the when I looked again at them the 3 cats would become beloved cats who have passed away. The landscapes were often beautiful. Lakeside with the Northern lights above, for instance. In the grottoes of the Grand Canyon. Playing on the stage of the Naumberg Bandshell of the NY Philharmonic in Central Park. Frolicking on the stage of the Waldbühne (forest theater) of the Berlin Philharmonic. Running through the Forbidden City in China or across the feet of the Statue of Liberty. The odd thing about these dreams is that we wouldn't see another living soul. I know its impossible to be alone in Central Park, for example. So that dream felt very strange.

   This weekend I had lots of demon dreams. I would chop them up mechanically for challenging me in my usual role as arch-demon or magi. Still, it was strange how little emotional engagement I took in the slaughter.of these demons. I still remember looking closely at one of their dismembered hands with emotional detachment. It clutched with frustrated impotence at my face as I awoke.

A lot of these demon dreams were initiated in the last week after Fox would replay the movie "Frida" with its surreal sequences. I would pass out watching one of these sequences and 'boom' demon dream.

   About 2 hours ago I had a sex dream. It was another dystopian future where privacy was a thing of the past. We had to bunk with a lot of cleaning maids during our 'private' sexual encounters. I was distinctly unenthused about performing with an audience. Since we were having an affair on other partners, we couldn't afford to get choosy. The cleaning ladies and other service workers didn't seem to understand that I didn't want the running commentary on my prowess during our lovemaking. One or two maids found it charming that I wanted an old fashioned romance since such encounters were a thing of the past for them.

I realized after awakening that my dream lover was a body double for Sofia Vergara. TMZ had tracked her down to a bar in leather hot pants. I looked at her curves and said to myself, "Yep. That's my dream lover." Wishful thinking, or Power of suggestion?

Cat demons, American Sun god, female cenobite, Twin Peaks bailout dreams

   Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been pretty dark. Last Tuesday I had a dream about demonism through a network of cats. Since I really adore cats and I regularly dream about myself in the archdemon role, this dream was no nightmare for me but only mildly amusing. Its likely that this dream topic is from Skanky cat being so pushy about wanting physical contact from me all the time. At the time I was sleeping on the couch with Skanky on top of me. I was bemused that I didn't eliminate the inferior demons in my dream for their insubordination before waking up. Normally I would've torn them apart. Instead I finished the dream listening to them make catcalls at each other. This dream object is probably because the new kittens Smoky and Snooky are always trying to make vocalizations when I talk to them.
   Last Wed I had a midday dream about being a Maya sun god, Kinich Ahau, with both jaguar and human traits.

I was floating above my people watching over them and above my ziggurat the Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacan. I was guiding them though I was easily distracted by war. Two strange things about this dream. One is that by the end of the dream I transformed throughout an age floating over them into the Aztec Sun-God Tonatiuh carrying a spear.

I looked down and found my people had dwindled and changed while I had distracted myself with preparations for war. The second strange thing about this dream is that earlier this month I dreamed about the Wolf moon. Now I was dreaming about the Sun, even reaching out to it as I awoke saying aloud, "I summon thee." I had no idea at the time that we were really entering a period of increased solar activity with an eruption.

I found this aspect of my dream so weird that I almost didn't record the dream in my diary. It is not unusual for me to have such a deity dream even though I've never actually been to any of these places I always read about. It is rare that a deity dream corresponds with real events however.
   By this weekend my dreams had come back around to the normal playful cats and dandelion fields stuff with an occasional killing spree. On Saturday night I fell asleep while watching a double feature with nephew of Svengoolie on ME-TV at 8:30 pm and Wolfman Mac's Chiller Drive-In on RTV at 10 pm. I dreamed about Clive Barker's Hellraiser demons again. Nothing strange about that, since I used to watch one of the Hellraiser movies in between such shows with B-movie characters like Elvira. I even tried to to make it with the female Cenobite before I awoke. I guess Cassandra Peterson wasn't available for my degenerate fantasies again. Figures, since she usually dresses trashy Goth for appearances but always talks like she's some sort of old stuck-up prom queen. I had to satisfy myself with attempting dream sex with Cenobite sprite Barbie Wilde. Unfortunately I woke up to Wolfman Mac's Rainbow monster break dancing on TV before consummating the dream deed.

This morning I woke up on the couch at 3 AM listening to Obama's SOTU replay on cspan. It was a dream about being in a normal small lumber town like TV's Twin Peaks. In my dream I was beating up rich Goldman Sachs clones like Hank Paulson as tourists at the local lumberjack bar. Basically, I was dreaming about having lots of fun that would almost certainly require getting bailed out of Twin Peaks' local jail in the morning.

Twin Peaks Sherilyn Fenn in the 1990s:

 Twin Peaks breastaurants today:

Albino kittens, old MFF cuddle, jazzman, iron palm, gambling Buddha, Tower of Babel chains dreams

   Dream diary update. I really have been neglecting the dream diary this time. I've had some very vivid dreams over the last 9 days but I didn't bother to closely record any of them. They were so vivid that I had sleep disturbances almost as bad as those around the Wolf moon. I only caught up on sleep during this 9 day period yesterday, when I slept about 16 hours with Skanky cat sleeping on top of me. I didn't even wake up when she threw up on me. Poor kitty. I need to get her to a vet for a checkup I think.
   Anyway last Wednesday morning I had a dream where Skanky cat had 11 kittens from Smoky cat. The kittens were spontaneously born together all white with wide silver eyes like Whitey cat. In the dream I was unable to manage all their requisite care, so I felt overwhelmed.

   Thursday I had a MFF sex dream. Instead of being young in this dream I was much older, closer to 65 with silver hair. Once again there was a tacky mirror on the ceiling. I suppose I should blame my parents for this dream element since they had this tacky mirror setup in their bedroom until I turned 16 and pointed this out. I suppose there was a big bottle of Viagra on the bedroom end table. I guess I can have dream-Viagra even though I shouldn't really have the real thing since a dose gave me a 20 hour erection back in 2002. Because my dream character was older this dream was more about cuddling than calisthenics anyway.

   Friday night I had a dream that was all jazz music. I was a sax player at a sports bar. Everyone there was smoking. I wore a fedora and sunglasses at night. I mostly stayed cool while Sin City erupted in the bar's alley in back. Lindsay Lohan as Marilyn Monroe in a red dress was my only friend. Never mind that I know the real lesbian Lohan wouldn't be caught dead with some old guy. Our dream friendship was part of the whole bluesy ambiance. I intervened when I I found Lohan-Marilyn getting beaten up in the alley after getting picked up by some bar guy. I was a cool jazzman so I didn't have to fight anyone in this dream. All I had to do was signal 2 of the bouncers while dream-Marilyn went back in the bar for another pickup.

   Saturday I had violent dreams. I was already under a sleep deficit so I kept catnapping all day with Skanky cat sleeping on or near my face. I didn't have any breathing problems in these dreams surprisingly, but I used my iron palm technique to tear up all sorts of violent monsters and wild beasties.
   Sunday I dreamed about the Buddha. In my dream he was a god of gambling. Not your traditional Buddha, he wore a white Caribbean suit and white fedora. He taught me how to play cards and roulette and taught me that luck rules the universe.

   Just 2 hours ago I had a dream about being chained up in my own floor of the Tower of Babel. I had relaxing conversations and played chess with two of my jailors. Occasionally I would run and strech my rattling chains to their utmost so I could catch the sights outside one of my airy balconies.