Just one shorter dream from last night....
The dream: The earliest part of this dream I remember is being on the coast in what I would later find out was Japan and looking out to a turbulent sea. As is often the case in my dreams, the waves on the ocean seemed impossibly big and violent. I soon left the beach and went into a nearby beach house where I was staying with some friends.
In the house, we were watching the news of a massive earthquake off the coast. Suddenly, I could see underwater where the earthquake had happened and witness the catastrophic damage to the undersea landscape: giant chunks of rock broke from from their base and crashed to the sea bed. The scene flashed back to our beach house, and I knew we had scant moments before a tsunami. Sure enough, as I shouted my warning to my friends, through the window we could see a giant wave of water heading toward the coastline. I told everyone to brace for impact as I dashed from the window and dove onto the couch (which would help, apparently).
However, when the wave finally hit our house, it had subsided considerably: water flooded about a foot of the floor of our house and quickly washed out, doing little damage. We walked outside to see the aftermath.
The landscape was eerily calm. In the distance, the ocean had mysteriously receded far beyond the coastline; we could see a great amount of uncovered sea floor now in the open air. Of the nearby beach area, we saw wreckage scattered about the beach and floating out in the water: broken houses, capsized boats, etc. We also saw another unfortunate result of the tsunami: strange alien creatures were now floating around in the water and the air about the damaged area. Somehow I knew they were some sort of water monsters. While I don't remember much of the details after this, we set about killing them before I woke up.
My thoughts: I've had dreams about tsunamis or other flooding disasters before, but I guess the significance of this one being in Japan is evident. Why I had it last night, however, I'm not sure. And it's just not one my dreams if monsters or some other weird things don't show up.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
September 05: Outside the Turkey Shop
I had an incredibly vivid and rapidly-changing dream last night; unfortunately, even though I immediately woke up and began writing it down in my bedside journal, the details quickly slipped through my memory. I'll try to share what I remember:
The dream: I remember being in a parking lot and getting in a car with some of the faculty from my graduate program. As we piled in, some vagrants came up and started cleaning the car in hopes of getting some money for their unwanted attention. My advisor, who was driving, started the car up and attempted to put the car in reverse to leave, but I realized that one of the homeless fellows had a hold of our front bumper; our car backing out would result in it being torn off (apparently). I told the driver to wait; I rolled down the window and politely declined their services; the men reluctantly let go and moved away. We were free to drive away, through a small town that I didn't recognize.
Eventually, I was dropped me off just down the street from a small shopping area, and my advisor and teachers drove off. For a moment I could see myself as if looking in a mirror: I was wearing a ridiculous outfit that was a combination of traditional Japanese samurai and Hot Topic goth (complete with combat boots). I was also carrying a second pair of boots for some reason. Feeling ridiculous, I walked up the street to a small shopping plaza.
Reaching the plaza, I walked into the nearest store: a "turkey shop," which was some sort of fast food restaurant, apparently. Inside, the manager was challenging his employees -- a cadre of bored and sarcastic teenagers -- to a trivia game related to the company's history. While I don't remember the details of the quiz, I do remember something about heavy artillery, accompanied by a slideshow of pictures of different types of large artillery batteries. Needless to say, the employees were both clueless and disinterested throughout the oblivious shop owner's attempt at engaging his lackluster employees. I left shortly thereafter.
This part of the dream is where I wish I could remember the details: what I do remember is that it involved five young women (two were brunette and one was blonde if that helps!). Each of the women had to complete a specific and unique challenge. All I can recall of the challenges is that they were slapstick, frustrating, and/or humiliating to the participant and yet humorous to the observer (me) - perhaps along the lines of those Japanese punishment game shows (which have in turn spawned American equivalents). Apparently these were so funny and interesting that as I realized I was dreaming and about to wake up, I knew I needed to quickly write the details down. However, I didn't actually wake up; instead, the dream changed slightly.
In this dream, I enlisted the help of five girls (the same girls?) to reenact the hilarious antics from before so that I could record it all properly. However, I don't even remember the reenactments, other than the end. The girls ran off into the back room of a store we were in, and an extremely awkward young man got on the store intercom to announce the end of the show. The customers in the store started clapping, and soon after, I woke up.
My thoughts: It is so frustrating to remember having such a detailed dream and yet, upon waking up, feel those details float away, even though I am actively concentrating on retaining them. I'm not sure what causes that sometimes, while other times I can remember the dream clearly hours or days later.
And I don't know what artillery has to do with turkey, but they were integral to this company's history, apparently.
The dream: I remember being in a parking lot and getting in a car with some of the faculty from my graduate program. As we piled in, some vagrants came up and started cleaning the car in hopes of getting some money for their unwanted attention. My advisor, who was driving, started the car up and attempted to put the car in reverse to leave, but I realized that one of the homeless fellows had a hold of our front bumper; our car backing out would result in it being torn off (apparently). I told the driver to wait; I rolled down the window and politely declined their services; the men reluctantly let go and moved away. We were free to drive away, through a small town that I didn't recognize.
Eventually, I was dropped me off just down the street from a small shopping area, and my advisor and teachers drove off. For a moment I could see myself as if looking in a mirror: I was wearing a ridiculous outfit that was a combination of traditional Japanese samurai and Hot Topic goth (complete with combat boots). I was also carrying a second pair of boots for some reason. Feeling ridiculous, I walked up the street to a small shopping plaza.
Reaching the plaza, I walked into the nearest store: a "turkey shop," which was some sort of fast food restaurant, apparently. Inside, the manager was challenging his employees -- a cadre of bored and sarcastic teenagers -- to a trivia game related to the company's history. While I don't remember the details of the quiz, I do remember something about heavy artillery, accompanied by a slideshow of pictures of different types of large artillery batteries. Needless to say, the employees were both clueless and disinterested throughout the oblivious shop owner's attempt at engaging his lackluster employees. I left shortly thereafter.
This part of the dream is where I wish I could remember the details: what I do remember is that it involved five young women (two were brunette and one was blonde if that helps!). Each of the women had to complete a specific and unique challenge. All I can recall of the challenges is that they were slapstick, frustrating, and/or humiliating to the participant and yet humorous to the observer (me) - perhaps along the lines of those Japanese punishment game shows (which have in turn spawned American equivalents). Apparently these were so funny and interesting that as I realized I was dreaming and about to wake up, I knew I needed to quickly write the details down. However, I didn't actually wake up; instead, the dream changed slightly.
In this dream, I enlisted the help of five girls (the same girls?) to reenact the hilarious antics from before so that I could record it all properly. However, I don't even remember the reenactments, other than the end. The girls ran off into the back room of a store we were in, and an extremely awkward young man got on the store intercom to announce the end of the show. The customers in the store started clapping, and soon after, I woke up.
My thoughts: It is so frustrating to remember having such a detailed dream and yet, upon waking up, feel those details float away, even though I am actively concentrating on retaining them. I'm not sure what causes that sometimes, while other times I can remember the dream clearly hours or days later.
And I don't know what artillery has to do with turkey, but they were integral to this company's history, apparently.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
September 04: Star Trek Teachers and a Disturbing Dream
The dreams: In the first dream, I was in a classroom that was empty except for me and the teacher, who happened to be William Shatner. Class had just ended, and I stayed after to ask Mr. Shatner for some creative writing advice (whether he was a Writing teacher, I'm not sure). We were chatting for a while when (of course) Leonard Nimoy came in. I woke from this dream shortly thereafter.
In the next dream, I was in my old neighborhood again, sitting in the grass of the front yard of my old house. I was holding a revolver in my hands and getting ready to load the cylinder. For some unknown reason, I intended to use the tips of my fingers as bullets, and so I had cut them off after the last knuckle. I knew this would ultimately be okay, because they would grow back (??); sure enough, they had healed completely by the time I was loading the gun. However, as I was trying to load my fingertips into the gun, I realized I had way too many "bullets"; in fact, one of them was actually an entire finger (which clearly couldn't fit in the revolver). Then I realized that I had somehow also acquired someone else's fingers in addition to my own. I dropped the excess fingers and moved away. Later, I saw a man picking up one of the fingers and licking the cut-off end. I'm just hoping it was his....
When it was time to test out my gun and its interesting ammo, a woman approached me and asked if she could shoot it. I agreed, and gave her the gun. She suggested that I be the target; I acquiesced, only slightly concerned and hesitant. As I took my position standing against a wall, I started having stronger misgivings -- after all, what if she shot me in the head? That would hurt, even if the bullets were my own fingers. I shrugged my concerns off, and closed my eyes and waited. I heard the telltale boom, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes, only to see the woman laying on the ground, completely obscured and covered from head to toe by her own blood to the point that at first I didn't even recognize her as the same person. I reasoned that the gun had backfired and injured her. I, and several other bystanders, ran to help. I don't remember much after this; I eventually woke up.
***
My thoughts: Yeah, we're not going to talk about the first dream; there's not much to say there. Star Trek guys. Got it.
What the HELL is with the second dream? I pride myself on understanding the meaning behind most of my dreams, and if they get a little weird -- hey, it happens, and I usually realize it's a dream soon after. This one was just plain disturbing. It's not just that it was twisted and somewhat gory: the nonchalance of everything makes it doubly disturbing. And at no point did I have a problem with any of it, save the slight concern of getting shot in the head "because it might hurt." Shot in the head by my own fingers, which were being used as bullets! But the guy picking up a random finger and licking it takes the cake.
Where did this come from? I don't watch gory movies. I don't have violent or disturbing thoughts like this while awake. Who knows....
In the next dream, I was in my old neighborhood again, sitting in the grass of the front yard of my old house. I was holding a revolver in my hands and getting ready to load the cylinder. For some unknown reason, I intended to use the tips of my fingers as bullets, and so I had cut them off after the last knuckle. I knew this would ultimately be okay, because they would grow back (??); sure enough, they had healed completely by the time I was loading the gun. However, as I was trying to load my fingertips into the gun, I realized I had way too many "bullets"; in fact, one of them was actually an entire finger (which clearly couldn't fit in the revolver). Then I realized that I had somehow also acquired someone else's fingers in addition to my own. I dropped the excess fingers and moved away. Later, I saw a man picking up one of the fingers and licking the cut-off end. I'm just hoping it was his....
When it was time to test out my gun and its interesting ammo, a woman approached me and asked if she could shoot it. I agreed, and gave her the gun. She suggested that I be the target; I acquiesced, only slightly concerned and hesitant. As I took my position standing against a wall, I started having stronger misgivings -- after all, what if she shot me in the head? That would hurt, even if the bullets were my own fingers. I shrugged my concerns off, and closed my eyes and waited. I heard the telltale boom, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes, only to see the woman laying on the ground, completely obscured and covered from head to toe by her own blood to the point that at first I didn't even recognize her as the same person. I reasoned that the gun had backfired and injured her. I, and several other bystanders, ran to help. I don't remember much after this; I eventually woke up.
***
My thoughts: Yeah, we're not going to talk about the first dream; there's not much to say there. Star Trek guys. Got it.
What the HELL is with the second dream? I pride myself on understanding the meaning behind most of my dreams, and if they get a little weird -- hey, it happens, and I usually realize it's a dream soon after. This one was just plain disturbing. It's not just that it was twisted and somewhat gory: the nonchalance of everything makes it doubly disturbing. And at no point did I have a problem with any of it, save the slight concern of getting shot in the head "because it might hurt." Shot in the head by my own fingers, which were being used as bullets! But the guy picking up a random finger and licking it takes the cake.
Where did this come from? I don't watch gory movies. I don't have violent or disturbing thoughts like this while awake. Who knows....
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