Quilones. Eggs, an exclusive member’s club, a Christmas tree. I try to blend in with the members. A patio with a barbecue and a mosaic.
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Fragment of an Eerie Building Dream
The lobby of a tall apartment building, with glossy dark wood floor-to-ceiling shelves. The elevator has either floor 6 or 9. Typewriters. A class I’m not a part of.
Louis CK made of maggots with a single tooth each.
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Dream notes: June 14, 2018
- Behind the back fence of my middle school, there’s a big sandy area with plenty of hiding spots in the tall bushes.
- I pick up fussy a fussy young girl, my neighbor’s kid Daria, or perhaps Molly O’Brian from Deep Space 9.
- There’s a big house, a computer and TV setup, a green window that looks like mirror
- Collecting fish for a new fishery
- Dating Robin, a girl I knew in person very briefly, and who once publicly defended me when no one else chose to
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All I Recall is this Dream Setting
A dark, janky, neon, teenager-y space with steps to rest on.
Autumn & Fox’s renovated naval facility. I didn’t bring a gift for Autumn & Fox, but they gifted me.
Jim Fourniadis invite/escorts fancy occult art sale mansion group, all with same teal robes.
Very old ship on delta dry-dock, could slice into water if water was high enough.
Secret bone room, bonsai human skeleton.
Sweeping out bones, whale-sized parts.
Swimming in delta waterway with younger person (Chris?) and spotted a blue whale.
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Collected Dreams from the Past Week
In the dream I’m blogging — here, on ori.nz — and see that the URL permalink reads 10-2. I have an intense come-up feeling as I become something like lucid.
Pax Imperia, little cute solar systems. I see my homeslice Mickey B. I’d later realize this dream was very close to a ninth-grade fantasy I’d had while first starting to lucid dream, that we’d be able to play realistic space games together while we slept.
Dressed in a pair of tiny cute skivvies, I’m hopping from boat to boat in a crowded harbor marina. I get inside a spacious empty ferryboat filled with rows of low-slung benches, the windows and walls are clear plastic. Jumping from public bathroom to plain basic houseboat, battening the hatches. Off in the distance there’s a massive wave, a wave the size of a mountain. Later, I’d recall another dream of being in that massive wave — no sign of a harbor in that dream. Also, another dream many years ago where I scubaed alongside a whale.
J’aime Andrade, a member of color guard in my high school marching band, showed up in cool convertible with a few of her friends. Post-gothy aesthetic. They were having a blast and lifted my spirits.
(this night I meditated in bed before sleep for an hour…)
- I’m on the phone, giving my friend Reecy directions while she’s in Germany
- Lorelei is having a second baby, I’m very happy for her but unfortunately it wasn’t her life plan. Later I’m walking along the outside of a rounded fence near an abandoned area, I accidentally re-dial her and am embarrassed.
- A biplane crashes just outside the Fartpartment, it’s an excuse for me to leave and wander the streets, and become lucid.
- I stare at the beautiful horizon, receding infinitely into the distance, lucid but unimpressed with reality and the dream. It’s unimportant to me.
In a darkened apartment I’m with an elegant Greco-Roman topless statue of Sabrina W. Who should wander in, but Sabrina! She makes a show of approving of the work, and I find myself speechless (once again) in her presence.
Last day: I run into my nana under my apartment stairs, she finds me hiding a water bottle. Somehow that bottle is evidence of murder, but not one I had anything to do with — I just don’t want the creepy water bottle anymore. My nana gets me to put it someplace it could be found later, in the basement.