Metaphysical Plane

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As I've pointed out before, here or there, falling asleep with the lights on doesn't work well for my dreaming experience. Or sleep for that matter. Basically I wake feeling not fully rested (even if I got 8 hours of sleep) and my dream recall isn't so great.

I'm a lucid dreamer, so I usually remember my dreams and I'm aware when I'm asleep and still can control what I do while snoozing.

A bit fuzzy on the before bit, and I remember the final bit... though how what I do remember led to that I've got no clue. Mainly what I remember is this bit where I'm floating over a prehistoric riverbed, while a voice (kinda that voice you hear in educational discussions) described what I was viewing. In the middle of the river, on its side, was this ginormous dino-alligator.

I was dropped off in front of the thing, which seemed to be sleeping on its side... and my first thought, "Why the Hell was I left here?"

Started running to get some distance, the alligator woke up and started swimming after me, which seemed real as there wasn't any water in the riverbed when this started. I'm going through fairly heavy underbrush when I suddenly remembered I was dreaming, so why the heck was I running?

I turned around and kicked the thing in the mouth. Even though it had been huge when I first saw it, it was now shrunk down considerably, though still fairly huge. Was followed was a series of my kicking and punching the thing, it wiggling around trying to get a good shot at biting me, and tis went on for what felt like 5 minutes...

...and then I was suddenly in a 70's style house, the gator was this weird guy trying on hats, and I was only there for about 4 minutes before I woke up.

I had a flurry of dreams, mostly futuristic/superhero combos, last night but one thing stuck out among the lot. There was a bit just before I fully woke up, kinda woke up, saw the clock, and nodded back off, where I was confronted with an adult version of my niece...

...sorta.

She was adult sized but looked exactly the same as she does now.

It was a variant on that Honey I Shrunk the Kids movie series where the guy accidentally made his kid grow to gigantic proportions. Think it was the 3rd movie.

Odd.

hello? hello? is this thing on?

anyways ive really been trying to remember my dreams latley so i figured i could write em down in my trusty livejournal. the only problem is that im the last person i know that still uses this thing. but yeah, i would really like some feed back


i cant really remember how this one started but we pulled up to my moms moms house in the woods. and she met us outside, lots of laughing and greeting in this washed out old house. i was with my family and some other family of american descent. they wore baseball caps and fanny packs + Bermuda shorts. i dont recall much of what happened in the house but after i helped nanny find the milk in the fridge we started laughing and joking and more joking and it all made sense. the narrator starts saying stuff like and thats when i realized that he wasn't dumb just from another time, (wonder years stuff) our relationship gets better. i go up to grandpas room,not my grandpa, and he i laying down in the bed covered by blankets and stuffed animals. i think he is dead but he says something. suddenly two little kids run in and start making a mess throwing stuff on the mantle around. they take the rocks that were carefully placed off the dresser and throw them out the window. i say to them those weren't rocks those were memorys. they dont care but it makes them quieter. i tell grandpa about the story of the old house where they used to live and how i saw a ghost there. the kids dont believe me but he does and he respected that ghost and he says that theres a ghost in here too. the kids dont believe either.we finally go downstairs but no one wants to leave as we are saying by to gma and gpa. i think we are overstaying our welcome but no one seems to notice. all of a sudden these long strands of webs come down from the trees, millions of them, everybody looks up to see millions of tarantula coming down the webs.obviously everybody freaks and runs for the cars. this is the work of ghosts. i see the john Goodman looking dad crushing a bunch of them in his hands. now that i think about it the spiders kind of looked like bad 80s special effects. some were real but a lot didnt move right i think they were rubber. we all get inside our cars and leave. the ghosts tricks worked.
we drive across vast landscapes. an orange sunset lake. a blue mountain lake. silver desert at night. on and on and on tell we get to a green man made lake the size of a foot ball field in a small stadium like for high school football. next to the field is a small alligator pen like in sea world. in the lake are people, but these are not everybody just the "extreme" athletes aka some cool kids.our familys sit on the sidelines to watch. there are large creatures under the water but i cant really see them. i look at my bench and see a plastic tube pinched and a little bit more heavy on one end. just for a laugh i throw it into the water. it belly flops and nothing happens. we all laugh but the tube fills with water but keeps a little bit of air in it so when it goes under it shoots back out again on its own. its like a sine wave. it gets higher and higher. everybody is amazed and i like it so much that i swan dive into the water. i get "the thing" and swim over to the cool kids to hang out. under the water green clear water are huge manta-rays and sharks and whales but im not scared. i think it looks awesome. the people im hanging out with all think my thing is really cool and we play with it for a long time. some of the girls are really cute punker type chicks. we are there for a long time just hanging and playing with the thing. we are really becoming very fast friends these people get me. my dad comes over to talk to me. he says "i know you were going to emt school. a lot of rich people have high school degrees, a select few ceos have college degrees but the president has one for sure." i take this to mean that he isnt ok with where im hanging out but whatever. one of the guys asks me if i like otters. i say i dont really that i like the thing a lot more and throw it into the water. he looks a little disappointed and brings out an actuall otter holding it like a baby. i have to admit its really cute so i pet it for a while before they let it into the lake. i party with these people for a long time and they let me into their world of made up extreme sports. like skimboarding backward around very twisty oiled roads while pulling a guy on a snowmobile behind you. very dangerous but very fun. we party every where. an orange tinted beach other tinted areas and places and i always bring "the thing". finally we are at this two story washed out beach place similar to gmas house. its not though its a bar kind of place. everybody is all depressed because my grandmas dying and im not at the funeral. we are all super drunk and i cant show up like this. one of the girls shouts that she would have gone but then one of the other ones says no you wouldn't. we put on this movie on the projector and it is basically my dream from start to finish only i dont know it at the time. me and everybody else are completely taken in by the movie. we think we are living in it. the dream goes through the story i just wrote down and when it gets to the end where everybody is fighting about how the grandma named marco is dying, i step out on the screen and just say "my name is marco and i wrote this movie" as huge typewriter buttons are superimposed on the screen at every word i spoke. and all of a sudden it clicks with everyone that it was just a movie and then i wake up

...but so do all of you.

1) My friend 👁 Itty Bitty
Michele was working as a stripper/hooker and was much taller than she normally is...but still short. Amazing dancing act, but the one time I viewed her with a client out behind the club was disturbing. The had sex and he was holding a baby in one arm and the other arm was braced on a crutch. Then the guy finishes off in her, uses the crutch to do her some more, and then brings the sticky end around to feed the baby.

Dreams like this do little for my sanity.

2) I've been having troubles with one of the teeth in my mouth, which is neither here nor there other than the fact my Sister was in this dream and I happened to look into her mouth, which stretched to ginormous proportions for a better view, and she had teeth all over the place. In the middle of the roof of her mouth, under her tongue, on her tongue, along the sides, etc.

I brushed quite thoroughly after I woke up.

3) The specifics are a little fuzzy but I suspect this was brought on by 👁 Kevin
niveK asking my Mom to bake him a cake. She wasn't around but it was the kitchen in the old house, kinda hybridized with the current one, and I was doing the baking. He was there and being a pest and while I don't recall all else he did, at some piint he started sweeping all the flour to the floor. I stopped what I was doing, pulled off the apron, and told him he could go fuck himself and to get the fuck out of my house.

He laughed.

So, I picked him up to haul him outside and discovered that apparently dream 👁 Kevin
niveK is much heavier than the real world version.

Dream #1 was the last one of a bunch I had before awaking Tuesday morning. 2 & 3 hit me back to back as little 5 minute stretches before I finally conked out Tuesday night. Somewhere between there and Wednesday morning I was apparently taking care of my niece, again in the old house, when some nasty pedophile with a hook tried to get in the car and steal her from me.

How he got in the garage I dunno.

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Yo' therapist so crazy, she interpretin' her own dreams.

Dreams were a little closer to my head then I usually get with these conditions. There was a little Burn Notice, a little 007, and Jack Nicholson (much younger) as the bad guy. A volcano erupted outside, ash smells great but tastes horrible, of a massive hotel complex. When I got back inside it turned into an episode of Married with Children...or at least something with Al Bundy in an armored suit consisting of blue trash bags, a bucket over his head, and stinky feet release valves as a weapon.

On a random note, I had sex in the dream. Yeah, as I've said I have odd wet dreams that when sex starts I tend to wake up immediately. Damned annoying! However, last couple months I haven't been waking up immediately. Still dealing with messed up shit though, condoms being used in the dream but not put on properly.

Almost felt like the lady put it on me by laying it sideways over the top but not actually putting it 'on' me.

5:40 PM 12/6/09 · Been going thru an odd trend of late, which I largely attribute to a number of bouts of insomnia I've been having, where unless I'm doing something specific I tend to nod off in the middle of the day. I just woke up from such a slumber, post·mini·hibernation if you will, and the dreams were vivid...

...and a bit odd.

Combination of a gallery of tables for fine dining and a largish version of the kitchen of the house I grew up in. Younger than I am now, large family gathering, and Mom had started the cooking but abandoned it to direct it from the living room couch.

Somehow or other I got elected to handle the meal.

Panic is an understatement. In real life I can cook as long as I've got proper directions but none were available here. Made more tricky as there were no serving implements and Dad wanted me to get him some meat and I had no way of getting it out of the pots to the plates, what I could get kept slipping from my grasp...

...I was attempting something like chop sticks, which normally I'm good at.

A pair of twins were sent into help me, who looked damn familiar. Thinking in line of a celebrity but I'm blanking on who and I'm not sure she's actually a twin in real life. It was funny, as I thought in the dream, that they were twins because when I was still awake I'd filled out a Q&A that had a question about whether or not I knew any twins.

At some point one of the twins and I went to the cupboard to get some glasses but they were bare except for rat poison. We were both very confused and horrified by that.

What were your dreams like last night?