Beautiful Dreamer

So sorry for the lack of updates. Definitely been having some supersized dreams all week but my vigorous work/school/mostly work schedule has kept me far from morning Internet sessions. Which is a damn-near shame. Seems like I've been experiencing some pretty lucid dreams without any apparent initiation by me. Maybe!  my busybusybusy regimen is the key to deep, lucid sleep. Hm. I look forward for the night's to come.

Third-person pov. This is most definitely only a minute part of my dream and unfortunately the only clear memory. I was playing a video game with Alex, some DS-cutesy platformer. With zombies. The game story was DS-cutesy as well. We were in this house with zombies whom we'd have to sneak past. If we went too fast, the bricks that made up the different platform levels (along with various other items in the game world) would wake up and alert the zombies. Though everything was rendered to be whimsically adorable, I was still on edge the entire time. It was scary as eph. This game was completely awesome and I was completely immersed. AND THEN I was suddenly in the game. The transition was smooth enough for me to not notice the exact moment. But Alex and I were now playing as the zombie opposition. We had played through the level many times before; once you made any one mistake, the horde was alerted > curtains. We managed to become very fluent with the majority of the game. However, that was pre-game-warp. I had jumped onto a stack of VHS tapes when one caught my eye. The box was for Disney's Hercules. I slid it into the VCR and Aladdin started playing, static brushing the screen with familiar white lines. I flip the video box over, curious to confirm that Michael Jackson's little brother provided the voice for Power Line in A Goofy Movie. Instead, I discover many tiny words of jargon and a tiny picture of a sea horse. And so concludes my dream.

Last night: sukiyaki steak and vegetables, fried rice, McAlister's max spud, leftover mac&cheese, beef ramen noodles, Reese's Pieces cookies

Eh. This is pretty abrupt due to me not even remembering I dreamt until an hour into my waken day. Also, I've been preoccupied while recollecting so it's mostly just meh. At least this is a pleasant change in direction from my most recent dreams.

First-person pov. I somehow manage to sneak into Alex's dream house where he lives with his mom and older sister, Stefanie. I rearrange some random things to no apparent reason before I hear someone entering the house -- Stefanie. We talk for a moment in her room and then proceed to dancing? We hear her mom from across the hall accusing Alex of swapping things around (that he rightfully denies). We hear approach the door and dream-instincts take me into Stefanie's closet. Alex is now in the room and speaks with Stefanie. He senses something suspicious and starts investigating the room. Not too long later, he's opening the closet to which I pop out of. We all laugh and walk into the living room, carrying on conversation as if I didn't totally just break into their house. Someone lightheartedly says, "Oh, it was Marie that blahblahblah'ed." And we laugh and talk and have a jolly, old time.

Last night: spaghetti, water, yogurt covered raisins.

S'been a while since my last lucid dream.

First-person pov. The earliest I can recall is being in my old elementary school, Southside. A few of my old classmates are there. We're in an indoor version of the obstacle course,  all recounting our old primary school memories. "I never got the hang of this," I say after a pretty lame attempt at the standing long jump. Someone goes after me; she clears a few inches more. From there I see monkey bars and decide to try my hand. Jackie Street (I haven't seen her since middle school) is there as well as Mary L. They struggle a little with the bars -- no one living up to their childhood grace. Before I could take my turn I see Trey and Jo sitting a couple yards away and decide to join them. We talk of something unclear before a teacher enters the "gym." We scramble to grab a paper and pencil; Trey can't find either so I lend him a pencil (there was something weird about it but this part is really fuzzy).When I look up from my binder I notice that we're all in a wading-deep area of a shallow pool.This setting is very... Super Mario 64 to me but not in the colorful way you'd expect. Moreso in the level with the Loch Ness monster type thing. The walls are the same color as the floor and ceiling (which stretches fairly high) and it gives off a platformer feeling. I swim out to a door. I see my boss Nancy and we have a discussion which is unimportant. It seems as if it's Trey's and my last day at PetSmart and we both sit in Nancy's dream office. Trey sits in a chair diagonally opposite mine. Something happens and then... poof! I wake up in-dream (now from an omniscient pov) in a bed with Nancy a few feet next to me. Trey is asleep in is chair. Mind you, there is nothing sexual about this (thank all that is sacred) and the scene just comes off as a casual nap. (First-person pov.) Nancy wakes up and I pretend I'm asleep again and she laughs to herself, mumbling that since it's our last day we could take it easy. She leaves. Some black guy who I actually know in real life but can't remember now comes in and says something off-frame to my dream audience. I wake up a second time from a deeper dream sleep in my pajamas and hot and sweaty. From here out the dream is pretty lucid. I leave the room, hesitant on waking Trey, and find myself in the pool room once more, bedecked in a binkini. The Momany-Sammons family is here. Somethings happen that I have forgotten but I do remember seeing Janae. I ask her if she'd like some cereal and she enthusiastically says yes. I swim out to the side and see Kyle who empties two boxes of Raisin Bran into a bowl and walks away. I think to myself that it is far too much cereal and grab a box for Janae. I dump the entire box in the bowl, add milk, and swim back. I offer it to Janae but realize there hardly is any cereal at all. I get pulled into the water and start swimming with the rest of the family boys. Andrew (the second oldest of Sammons) latches onto my back and we kinda float around. Disgustingly to me, this is the most lucid of the entire dream. I remember both the setting and location quite vividly. I remember the heat Andrew gave off and the wetness of the water. I turn my head and see Kyle, his body somehow above water, naked. O_o No, I didn't stare, but his boyhood was kind of in my line of sight. I woke up shortly after. UGH.

Last night: broiled pork and spinach? and rice, water, milk.

[Post-Script] Similarities with IRL.

Obstacle course: I was reliving my elementary school glory days not too long ago at work and another time with Kim.
Mary L: I checked her Facebook profile yesterday. That is almost too embarrasing to note.
Trey&Jo: They asked yesterday about my plans on releasing the beach pictures from the other night.
Trey: We really are leaving PetSmart soon.
Pencil: I know this is a stretch, but I was having a time trying to find my Sharpie all day yesterday.
Momany-Sammons: I texted the whole clan yesterday.
Raisin Bran: Alex bought it yesterday.

Forgive my blankness in this post. I starting typing this at 6am. EGH.

Currently blogging from the OW meeting hall. Internet is going haywire at home. Lame. Sidenote: everything is being recorded ~4 hours after the fact. =\ Also, this gets pretty dirty.

First person pov. I'm at Chris' apartment and we're sitting in one of his chairs together. Chris exclaims, "Guess what!" to which I ask and he tells me that he has broken his finger. Upset that he hasn't been treating it at all, I tell him to go do something. Defensively, Chris assures me that he's done all he can and points me to a website that has a page up for medical things (sutures, gauze, medical tape, finger splints, etc.) and the total cart price is only 98 cents. I feel a little more relieved that he has all the necessary accoutrements (I guess?) and we go back to just sitting. OR DO WE? We have a moment of tension before he finally kisses me. I inconspicuously check the door; it is locked. He then gets up and leaves? A middle-aged black man enters along with a troubled Mike. Black Guy is now sitting in the chair with me and says some kind of expletive statement that I can't remember. [WARNING: REALLY NASTY STUFF] He starts to finger me (I guess I was wearing a skirt) while pushing his other index finger into my mouth. After some time of this he picks me up and sets me on top of himself and we are now having sex. I start to fake it though I'm pretty much just looking at Mike. I tell him to let me off and that I wanted Mike. "Why?" "Because I don't feel anything!" (Yeah, I said that to a black man.) Immediately afterwards I find myself about to have sex with this one girl in a different setting. In a living room of an unfamiliar house. I turn my head and see her parents in the adjoining kitchen. When my vision is back on the girl she is now an 8 year old. WTF. She's naked. And she's trying to have sex with me. I see her dad pacing and tell her to gtfo. She snaps at me that this is what I wanted. I tell her no. And she has a penis?! tjyxkhnkxcnudludnv,nmlx

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omg, my dreams are fucked up.

Last night: pork and green beans and snap peas.

[Post-Script] Similarities with IRL.

Chris' broken finger: Chris called the other day about him breaking his toe.
Black Man: Oh God, I helped this man buy fish yesterday. He's a regular. I will see him every week.
Fingering: lmao, I was talking to someone yesterday about a certain someone fingering herself in math way back in high school.
Crazy sex: I started reading Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex again yesterday. Freaky stuff.

Hrm. I woke up an hour ago so this might be a little hazy. Fuck bad habits.

First person pov. The earliest I can remember is walking around a quiet town. There are cobblestone streets and everything just seems very... quaint. Hanging signs, side by side buildings, and whatnot. The whole dream just screams "Pinnocchio."  I decide to snap some shots of this cozy aesthetic. I manage some crazy-angled photos of the buildings before coming across a dog. Now I do not know exactly how my camera morphed but I ended up with some pretty awesome fish eye shots of the dog. I look at my watch and realize I'm late for band practice and make it into one of the buildings. I sit, not recognizing anyone (though, this doesn't bother me) and see Mr. Dunn at the podium. I glance at the music and mentally finger out my part. We are all to sightread the piece separately. He calls on Trey first (yeah, he just sorta pops up). He brings a clarinet up to his mouth and starts to play (he makes it through the piece but his tone is God-awful) before setting the instrument back onto his lap. He turns his head to some guys next to him and starts to conduct them? They all play various percussion instruments and they sound pretty sucky too. For some reason, I come to the fact that all of them are from Texas and they also all look alike. I don't think I make it through his entire eval before I get whisked away into another building. A store, cluttered with many, many things. Something amazingly amazing happens here but I forgot. Drat.

Last night: one porkchop and some riiiiice.

[Post-Script] Similarities with IRL.

Pretentiously angled pictures: I did a Flickr survey the other night, lol.
Dog: I think I saw this dog at work last night?
Mr. Dunn: I know I saw Mr. Dunn at work last night.

GRARGH.

I hate it when I do this. I wake up but have not the will to blog about my dream so I make a half-assed jot-down of what little snippets I remember only to come back (14 hours later) to a .txt file that I can hardly decipher. Aw well.

I'm at Disney World hanging out with Ms. Keri and Janae. We're waiting to get onto a ride (think Pirates of the Caribbean, sitting in an indoor boat tram with animatronic  characters popping out) when I see this annoying guy that I've actually met in real life. Let's call him Dave. Fortunately for me, I have the entire ride memorized (a really cool feeling to have in-dream, by the way) so I'm not scared of it at all. Dave is for some reason and this satisfies me. Dave is a late forties guy, a bit on the heartier side. He doesn't say a word. The beads of sweat say everything.  And we all get on the ride. Not much else to that.
Some time afterwards, I find myself hiding inside a kitchen much like the raptor scene in Jurassic Park. I'm inside a bottom cabinet concealing myself from Dave. He has a pretty menacing look about his face. He turns away from me and I bolt out of the building and into the woods. Still running, I see an apartment complex come into view and pace myself towards it. A black guy with a  can of red spray paint is tagging stuff. He's laughing pretty maniacally. He sees me running and tags me too, laughing. I start to cry and he only laughs harder. Steven comes out and sees him. He (Steven) says he's from the complex and the guy gets upset and flees off. I'm really scared. It's getting late and I'm starting to lose light. I run to Mike's dream house. Panic sets in when I get the unsaid idea that a murderer is on the loose. Running through more woods. I finally reach his house and see Ms. Keri upon arrival. I ask if it's okay for me to stay and she assures me that it's fine. I have to pee (naturally, I mean I've been running for a while and had experienced some pretty scary stuff) and go to her bathroom. Come back to the living room. Dave is there. Mike is there too and my heart races. I tell him that things probably won't work but I still love him and that I'll wait for him. He says I'm not good enough and leaves the living room. I look at everyone else and say I have to poop and walk to Mike's bathroom. I see a toilet and two baths with floral curtains perpindicular to one another. Mike is locked inside and won't talk to me.

Last night: looooooooooooots of Cici's.

[Post-Script] Similarities with IRL.

Dave: I'm not actually sure if that's his name or not but he's a regular customer at PetSmart who always returns fish. God, I hate him.
Disney: I was thinking yesterday of how I wish I was going to Disney World this Spring Break.
Ms. Keri: I was planning on seeing Ms. Keri today. And I did.
Jurassic Park: I was gonna wear a dinosaur shirt yesterday. A stretch, I know.
Running: Chris has suggested I run when I'm stressed.
Steven: Went beaching with Steven yesterday.
Apartments: The complex seemed to be the complex that my friend Kristina used to live at. It was her birthday the other day and I invited her to the beach yesterday.
Pooping: I was actually talking about pooping yesterday at Cici's. It was a pretty intellectual discussion.

Sexuality, nudity, John Krasinski.

Wow, hottest dream sex ever. I don't remember very much before or very much after the fornication though as I woke up several times afterwards and tried desperately (though fruitlessly) to return to it.

First-person pov. So I'm at my house - with John Krasinski. Apparently, we're engaged or something and I brought him home to  meet my mom. We'd been staying there for a few days now and Mom is really excited about having him over and really approves of the engagement. She rushes me into my bathroom where I suddenly lose all my clothes? and before she has time to shut the door I see John walking into the computer room (which is directly across from my bathroom) rather reluctantly. Turning the faucet on, I start into the shower when the door opens and... dun, dun, duuun! John walks in with that Jim smirk I love so much. (Thank you, Dream gods!) I ask why he isn't out there socializing with everyone else and he said that he thought my nude moment was in invitation. I close my eyes to rinse out the shampoo and when they open (sorry, ladies) John Krasinski is standing there naked in my bathroom. He holds me, there, in the shower, in one of the sweetest -albeit dream- hugs ever and lightly kisses my forehead. We slowly release from the hug and we each run a glance over at our glistening wet bodies in my hot'n'steamy shower. He whispers that he loves me and I reply. And well yeah, we proceeded into intercourse. I can't really go into too much detail here without blushing feverishly and tucking my head under my comforter so just know that it was really hot. There was company over (not to mention my mom!) so we tried to be discreet though it didn't quite end that way. We did't get caught though! But yeah, super-hot John Krasinski sex dream.

enjoi

Last night: two slices of Red Baron Mexican style pizza, canteloupe.

[Post-Script] Similarities with IRL.

John Krasinski: I've been meaning to grab my seasons of The Office from Mike's. Lord knows I'll need them now.
Mom: I had a coming of heart with Mom the other day. She told me that she approves of Mike and that she knows he's good for me. She said that he was worth holding onto. ...Whoa boy.

*sigh*

My run of amazing dreams has finally ended. I can hardly remember them and they are becoming more transparent. I still have lucid moments but nothing of real merit.

First-person pov. The first thing I remember is watching this murder mystery video that the viewer is supposed to solve. The killings keep occurring until someone correctly solves the case. There are about four or five different mysteries on the tape and a friend (that I can't remember, a girl though) are on the first one. Once the movie started however, we were no longer watching it, we were a part of it. We didn't interact with the characters in the mystery but were in the scenes in a third-person kinda way. It got pretty scary during the climax (me nor the friend could figure out the murderer) so the final slaughter happened in front of our very eyes. It was a woman dressed in black (looked a lot like Ms. Peacock from Clue, The Movie) but a little more savage. She was knelt over the victim then glared back at us, addressing us for the first time.

Somehow, after that I managed to find myself sandwiched between two old friends on a couch. One was playing DS (WarioWare) and his brother was looking over my shoulder to watch. There was a fourth person that I can't recall. I started to poke at the DS-player and play footsie with his brother. Yeah, I don't know.

Part three starts with me at a dorm? I think? I'm with my childhood friend Jonathan (I actually had a chance to reconnect with him in real life after all these years) his girlfriend, his little brother Chris (who I actually hang out with now on occasion in real life), and some other random people. We decide it's time to eat and go to this buffet type place. Everyone somehow during the scene change turned into different people. One other person was now black. I'm a black woman now. And it's the 60s? wtf? So anyway, my friend who is now a black man is standing in this line that's labeled by a sign on the floor "African American." I now see myself for the first time as my view briefly changes from first person to third. This is actually when I discover my new race change. I say to myself that it sucks to be considered black and some other stuff along those lines. I stand in another line labeled "Black." I walk through the buffet but nothing really catches my eye (it's breakfast time). I look into a freezer and pull out a fruit tub but then look up and see that it's not included, it costs $2.53. The cashier sees this and tells me smugly that it isn't free. I feel a little ashamed and replace it with another fruit tub from somewhere else but the fruit is all messed up and I have to dig some of it from the bottom of the freezer. Oh, I'm also part of a singing contest. American Idol-esque.

So immediately after that I'm whisked away to this dirt pit. The previously mentioned people are there and back to our actual races. I throw a dirt clod at Jonathan. He retaliates. And soon enough the dirt war commences. There's mild flirtation in this scene.

Fin.

Last night: huge plate of spaghetti, Ben and Jerry's Americone Dream, General Tso's chicken, water.

[Post-Script] Similarities with IRL.

Jonathan and Chris: It wasn't until last year that I caught back up with Jonathan after not seeing him for ten years. I started hanging out with Chris after learning we had mutual friends.
Racism: I was watching Lie to Me last night (awesome show) and race played a big role in the main plot.
Singing contest: American Idol comes on prior to Lie to Me. Incidentally, I watch it.
Fruit tubs: I've really been craving fruit as of late. I'm not sure if this is relevant enough though.

Mike and I break up last night.

I have the first dream of Mike in weeks.

Geez Louise.

I have been having the craziest string of dreams yet. So vivid, so realistic. I'm not exactly sure what triggered these ultimate dreams but some facts I know for sure:

1) I've been making conscious decisions. There were points where I thought must have been dreaming of something I had already dreamt of before since it seemed too familiar. I found myself predicting lines in the dream before they were said (by myself and other people in the dream). It wasn't until today this morning that I realized that I was actually writing out my dream. OMG, mindfuck.

2) My dreams have never been so detailed. There is a huge increase in my dream population. Like, thinking back now I don't recall many active people in my dream or even more than a handful of background people. Now, I can recognize at least 20 people that I interact with and swarms of "fillers." I can recall minute details like what color characters' lipsticks are. The settings are so eerily realistic, too. Sometimes  can't even differentiate between Dream World and my own. :\

3) I know it's impossible to determine how long I've been actually dreaming but it seems as if I start as soon as I fall asleep and it continues on until the morning. Roughly eight hours of solid dreaming. And the amount of dream content I remember leads me to believe that I've been dreaming that long. Also, I've always been interrupted from my dreams sometime around 6 or 7am to go pee. Afterwards, I lose my complete train of dream thought and submit to a dreamless half-sleep. However, now I stay so intune with my dreams, I'll jump right back to where I was no questions asked. The dreams usually continue on for three more hours. (That can be measured since I always check my clock when I get up and again when I come back to bed.) But yeah. anyway huge odyssey dreams.

4) Mike isn't in my dreams anymore. I don't know if this is psychological or coincidence or what.

5) These dreams have been continuing - without fail - for the past five nights after a fortnight of dreamless nights.

Here's to some dreaming.