Racetrack made of ferns and stringy greenery, collection of dinosaurs chasing each other through it, evolving as they go.
Category: Dream Journal
See this picture of a girl who I had hung out with and may have slept with, someone showed it to me. She was hanging out of a Cessna airplane, in some abandoned public building like a pool. I was horrified to discover that the picture, taken that summer while I was with her, showed that she seemed 15.
I didn’t complete my homework for my Psychology of Stress or Neuroscience classes, and I failed them. I felt like I was just a bad person.
I was different and special because I could dissociate and perceive things from outside my perspective. Part of that was my nitrous practice.
Snippet of Dream Poetry
Family seeded the bucket
And out it in my ear
I don’t have infinite problems
I just got here
Mysterious Dangers
Necromancy. A plate with a skull on it. Whispers that reveal a dead grandmother. A friend is transformed into a red horse, then stabbed a number of times, then healed using long thin slices of apple. A monochrome angel appears with a warning about meddling with life and death, asking if I — I might be Sookie Stackhouse — understand ‘no’. I am knocked out of an astral playpen into a previous stage of development, like being made a toddler again.
A long sandy beach. It’s an elementary school classroom and I’m there with a dog or some other companion animal. Making my way to the entrance, I’m warned of the danger of being out so far alone, perhaps by Ms. Plescia. I cross an area with crunchy sand that obviously has a lot of animals underneath.
Explanations from the Attic
Climbing through the rafters in the garage of my childhood home, above my black-and-white cat Aloysius. Explaining to my dad about the reasons people thought I was crazy, but that showed I wasn’t. Sigh.
Replay of experience in February 2014 from an impersonal perspective. Why they thought I was crazy, and how that thought contributed to the problem.
Shaving in the bathtub, but not wet. Miss a lot of spots, very uneven. Lynae texts me and tells me to be where she told me to be when we’d texted previously. I don’t understand for a moment and then Edgar comes to the door. He begins saying something about how we can’t put things in the garden. Before he can finish, a giant dog that I didn’t know was in the apartment bursts from behind me and to my left.
Driving to a Chicken John show, I have to back the truck into a wall along Cesar Chavez. I get out and walk along the outside of a Victorian funeral home that I’ve helped empty. I’m then inside, walking along a hallway. I am counting my distance and imagining the cremation rooms that I’m passing through beyond. A woman passes me from behind and to the left, she’s in her twenties, white, hair done up, and as she passes me and enters a different room she says something like “this place is [fascinating/amazing/built for us], isn’t it.”
Goodbye to Mom, from a Bookshelf
Saying goodbye to my mom while she drives away in a minivan. Very sad to see her go. Watching the sunset from a ridge above the ocean, a place that was supposed to be San Francisco but didn’t have any city in it. A bookshelf the length of the city.
A train made up of different classes. I move to a cheaper one from a more expensive one to look for my mom. She’s there but as a kind of replay. I can’t interact with her.
Grocery store. Black store rep guy won’t take off his sunglasses. I go to another checkout line and a small velociraptor starts harassing me. I dodge elegantly. It has huge feathers.
Someone is asking for directions to an address that is just across the street. I try to direct them, but perhaps escorting them there would be easier and faster.
Logic of Video Game Apprenticing
I missed the tree outside therapy. I had a vivid sequence of logic working where I imagined I was trying to teach my apprentices something that I’d already learned. Something simple like how to work at McDonald’s (even though I’ve never done that). But I was trying to logic through it.
We were trying to figure out how a video game is designed and how it can be designed better. A lane-changing game where we were also trying to determine a real-time estimate for the car to arrive at the goal destination. There were several variables, including speed and even atmospheric clarity.
My brother Patrick may have been there. I’m not sure if it was a dream or just intense problem-solving.
5 Dreams and an Exercise
A computer setup outside, with a large monitor (F.O.B.F. Monitor) and little lamp to light up the space. Multiple music stands placed behind the desk, next to window. Could be a Canadian spy.
Large TV that had VHS tapes you could put in the base. Mom (or dad?) was acting up and yelling and I slapped them, they seemed surprised but satisfied, like I’d done what I was supposed to do.
Miners loft filled with junk in rocky valley, difficult to find good map route to it. Somewhat next to log cabin.
Angel Island octopus can shape it’s body into jet, fly around and confuse people. When the water is dark it glows.
Old Arabic man with a ladder is trying to clean his house, ends up scraping the walls up and damaging it (house on Kemper ct.).
As an exercise, I was awake for a long time during the night asking questions and trying to answer them the wrong way.