!!! 03/08/06
last night I dreamt that I was in europe somewhere... somehow I'd hitchhiked there. or like snuck aboard a boat or plane... or train
I was at a hotel smoking weed with ezra and some other people I don't know. and then this girl, who I guess I kinda knew... or something, was saying she was going to some sort of event, which I decided to go to.
but when I got there it was a formal dress party so I RAN back to the hotel and changed into a suit... which took no time.
it turned out that the party was some really spiffy event for um, some sort of activist/charity group I think.
there was much food. weird food. all of it was white, and we each had a large platter to eat off of (for seemingly no reason).
I talked to an old guy who kept telling me about their operations, but I didn't know what their initials stood for nor what they actually DID, however I didn't want to give it away so I went along with it. he looked kinda like colonel sanders of KFC.
there was some sort of a naval battle... or fireworks. I can't remember
but there were explosions in this port city where this party had been happening
next thing I know I'm off smoking weed with some kids ezra says he knows from around the area. I don't know how Ezra got to be there. maybe we came together.
...so we went to hang out and smoke weed. I think we left rather quickly, though, because the next thing I remember, we were walking down some city streets. tightly-packed houses, but with few businesses.
it was mid-day. we passed a cemetary that I recognized, except there was a jumparoo in it. I paused to investigate. there was a sign explaining that there was to be some sort of a celebration held there, in the cemetary.
I was like "ohh! the jumparoo is an art piece!" -- because obviously a jumparoo at a graveyard party is art! when I looked at it a second time, it was much smaller, and it had a seat built in. I guess it was like a sitting jumparoo at that point. I'm not entirely sure.
I got separated from ezra for a few minutes. he had walked through the graveyard. I went more along the outer edge, where there was a large wooded area for some reason.
I think we were trying to catch a train that would take us back home. we walked past a bunch of cart-type subway stop merchants. I remember seeing those half-moon cookies with the black and white frosting, as well as many other pastries and the soda and the like. ezra picked up some pastry wrapped in plastic. he started hitting it, yelling, "they don't have the little white sugar balls on them anymore! DAMMIT!!! WHY NOT?!?"
...but it did! it had them!
he also complained about how expensive the pizza was ($2.50 for like a really small slice). suddenly we've segued to a convenience store, and I'm checking out some nantucket nectars made out of fruit that doesn't exist. it cost $6.85. I thought this was a bit much, personally.
then I awoke to the sound of the real-world phone. presumably I would have caught the train back to... uh... america, or something.
!!! 06/01/2005
oh god how can I write this down before it's gone?!?!?!?!?
last night I dreamt that I was hanging out with a bunch of people from SVS, some staff included (Danny and Hanna), and we were in some sort of building that was located in a neighborhood similar to the one I lived in when I lived in Framingham. the dream had just recently transitioned from some sort of MMORPG-style monster hunt/dungeon crawl/phat lewt seeking thing.
there was a man there I did not know, but he was apparently hitting on Hanna, and Danny did not like this. at some point everyone started acting... weirder, like we'd taken a bunch of acid or something. that kind of weird.
Hanna went to take a shower, and so myself, Danny, this weird guy, and a few students (I think Lauren, Steve, Gene, maybe Sam, Joey Cohn... uh, I forget beyond that) were standing in some bedroom. then Hanna's cell phone rang. it was in the hands of this unknown guy (let's call him Bill from now on because I'm lazy). this seemed to make Danny really mad.
Danny stabbed him with a knife. it was very awkward and everyone seemed a bit out of it so I'm not sure what had happened fully dawned on everyone at first. then it struck us, but instead of being terrified most people seemed to become more psychotic, and things started to degenerate. we started to move somewherek, and I think this guy was still alive but not doing well. whatever, we left him behind.
we went around the grounds of wherever we were. it was some sort of a complex now, but made up of house-like buildings. we were KILLING everyone we met. there were a lot of guards there, for some strange reason, but they didn't fight back. there were also a lot of civilian-types.
I remembe Gene stabbing one man with one of those gardening claws. I can still see him covered in blood, grinning wickedly, madness showing clearly in his eyes.
I was terrified, but I was afraid that if I did anything to stop them they would hurt me. they seemed to be enjoying themselves. I think I myself may have killed a man, even, with some sort of a large blade to the side of his neck. I wasn't in the same state everyone else was though... I was fucked up enough to be influenced by their mood, but I was somewhat aware of what I was doing and it felt wrong. I had to get away.
as we got to a room with some strange platforms, while they went to the back to MURDER someone, I hid on top of one of the platforms and waited for them to leave. then I ran outside, and was trying to find a place to hide in this really suburban neighborhood, but it was difficult. I felt that no matter where I hid they might find me.
as I was hiding under some evergreen-style bushes, they came out of the building. after looking around for a while, my heart racing the whole time, they got into a large black pickup truck.
luckily, they went away without any trouble. I began wandering around to see what had happened to everyone else in the neighborhood... it seemed oddly empty. even moreso than what you might expect in the middle of the night.
somehow I met up with Hanna though, and we began talking. by this time I felt more... sane. whatever had come over me was past, perhaps due to not being in that house anymore, or not being around those people. I don't know.
Hanna told me that she had been trying to make Danny jealous by leaving her phone with that weird guy. Danny had apparently been acting ridiculous about it for a while, so she was sort of messing with him for being silly, I suppose. big mistake that was! somehow I think that drove us all to be insane, but who knows. there was no reason for it in the dream. even while I was still in the dream I remember thinking, "why is this happening? what's going on?!" since I had not taken any drugs. it felt more like poisoning or some evil magic or something like that. spur of the moment, really...
anyway, Hanna and I were walking around talking, and at some point their pickup truck came whipping around a corner. we hid in someone's yard, and I eventually buried myself mostly under some mulch. the last thing I remember is them walking around but clearly not seeing me, and then I woke up.
sad how dreams don't often have a true ending... but I guess that's just how it's gotta be.
!!! 02/06/04
Oh shit, how can I describe it? the dream memories are fleeting as I write this.
First, I was in some sort of hotel thing where there was some sort of ride or show or something, and you had to pay to get in (I think) and also take your shoes off (no idea why).
There I went up many, many flights of stairs until I got to an elevator and then I went up more and for a while I was watching some weird show with some attractive women.
Then I was talking to them, and I think we may have been in a pool. Somehow we got to being in other realities and shit... I think it was part of some sort of story they were telling/showing me about magic and demons and princesses or something. And at one point it showed that one of the girls (I think they were 3 sisters) had given one of the others magical powers that they were all destined to inherit, by magically putting some sort of chain around a rock shaped like an egg, or perhaps the philosopher's stone. I don't remember most of the story, but it was me and these three girls in various fantasyesque scenes.
Later on the lock on the stone broke, and there was some sort of old hermit witch sorta woman who laughed and said "Hahahahah now you'll see the truth!" and the girl who was going to lose her magic was crying at first, but then she realized she still had it. She started laughing and doing some magical tricks (sparkles in the air and stuff like that). After a while somehow it became apparent to me that this really meant that they were all really demons, not princesses at all, which in the context of the story they'd been telling me (I think it was part of their fucked up fantasyesque life) meant they were really just constructs of someone's imagination and not real, because somehow that's how demons work.
I think shortly after that I woke up, because I don't remember much.
After falling back asleep I was in a similar situation with the three girls in the tower/hotel place and we were in a weird pool whose water was strangely colored and I think there was nondescript stuff floating in it. One of the girls was going to be doing the highest dive ever attempted there, but it was dangerous, so everyone was like "nooo!" or "be careful!!!" and the announcer announced it, and then she did it. It was quite scary and I thought she'd never make it, but she landed normally and I woke up again.
Falling asleep again, half-awake thinking about how fucked up this dream sequence was, I found myself in a place that was sort of like my apartment in shape, but larger and decorated more like the tower/hotel area where I'd met the girls earlier. One of the girls was there, and somehow we got to having sex (she'd been attracted to me all through the dream). We did it in various places, and at first I think one of the other girls had been around. We eventually moved to the shower, and the lighting was all strange; I think there was a large storm with lightning outside.
Next thing I remember I was driving in a car with some people and we were in a cross between an area of Framingham I used to live in and Province Town. At some point someone told me to read the math book I have borrowed from Tyler (this was in the context of some conversation... or seemed to be in the dream).
Later we were talking to some people, and the people I was sorta with started to drive away, at which point Scooby Doo fell off the car, but he had a space suit on and some sort of a motorized scooter had fallen off with him. I saw him head back to get some sort of jet thingie that had also fallen from the same car earlier, and after attaching it to the scooter he zoomed off after the car.
Next thing I knew I was in some sort of office, and apparently it was for some Scooby Doo mystery-solving organization. The people I was with (who may or may not have been Shaggy, Daphnie, Freddie and Velma), specifically the one I think was Shaggy, were trying to get Scooby into the organization. I argued with a woman in charge about the fact that he was "A dog NAMED SCOOBY DOO!!" and she was all "I know, I know. They're living in the past around here. I've gotta follow protocol."
Part of the protocol was to have a brand saying "Scooby Doo," which Scooby had coincidentally gotten on his paw earlier in the dream by accident when a brand was dropped on him (it was a bit like a cattle brand, except it was used on the bottom of his foot).
Then this girl Liz called and I woke up for good.
I'd also like to note that all of the colors in every part of the dream except the ones involving Scooby Doo consisted mainly of browns and off-whites and whatnot, and the lighting was dim. There were a lot of people around, but they lacked any presence and I felt somewhat alone (except the three girls). They were like ghosts or something, although I'm not saying they were ghosts. That's just the feeling I'd imagine ghosts to have.
!!! 02/11/04
Well last night's dream does not begin to compare to the previous one, but what the hell.
It started off being that I had somehow been sent to some sort of drug rehabilitation camp. There were two other guys there and two girls. It was really more like a summer camp, as it was in the woods and they had recreational activities planned. These guys were clearly about to compete for the girls, but I was more like an observer at this point than a participant in the dream. One of the guys seemed cool, and the other did some things to give me the impression that he was a muscley, stupid asshole. After a time the dream became more like a reality TV show where we were competing for the women, and at this point I became manifest as a subjective member of the situation.
The big guy, feeling like he was being insulted, attacked me with a large sword that turned out to be plastic, but I dodged it and threw him down. I then began to beat him with it as well as my fist until his nose was broken and he was passed out. For some reason, there was an exceptional amount of air resistance when I had gone to punch him, but I didn't think much of it in the dream.
As time went on, there was some sort of like cutscene (undoubtedly how they would have edited it for TV) where two more girls came to the "camp", and there was some competition over them. My memory is fuzzy, but there was more competition and bickering between the men. The girls seemed okay with the idea of being fought over (just like girls, really). We must've gone somewhere, because next thing I know we were in a castle. By this time it had turned out that the first guy, who I thought was cool, was really more of a manipulative asshole. I didn't have anyone to talk to really, except the girls, who all seemed to like me (hey man, it's my dream. they better.) and it was a bit disturbing.
There were also strange mini-quests to win over the girls, and the last thing I remember before waking up was this cute redhead running down a corridor in this castle, and me thinking "Hmm, do I really want to spend the time on this, or are there other things to do?" but I ultimately ended up deciding that I had to help her. After running down the corridor after her and grabbing her, we ran back the way we had come, but there was a zombie there! We ran back the other way to try to figure out what to do, and I woke up.
!!! 02/22/04
Hmm, I can't remember any of the dream before this point, but I know there was some other shit goin' down.
I came out the front door of a log cabin sort of deal, and I was with this incredibly beautiful, pale, red-headed girl (approx. age 20). We stepped out into the midday sun and started up the snow-covered hill. About 50 feet away from the door and up the hill, we found a large rusted barrel standing there. Then all of the sudden there was some slightly over-weight, white-haired old man standing there and as we (the girl and I) were examining said barrel. He started to explain that it was some sort of incredibly poweful solvent (I think) somehow used to make a particular type of liquor and that we shouldn't touch it.
Well I had just a few minutes earlier picked up a discarded pickaxe off the ground, and despite the fact that the liquid seeping out the sides of this old barrel was BOILING and I had also been told that it was a deadly toxin, I could not resist the temptation to whack it a few times. Of course it was readily bashed in, and quickly began flowing merrily down the hill towards the cabin.
There then followed a scene of me laying in the snow with this gorgeous girl naked doing various naughty things (which I only remember vaguely, sadly!) until we decided to go back into the building from whence we came. She then began walking where the solvent had been flowing, and I was all freaked out and yelling for her to stop because she was gonna hurt herself (apparently it was also very hard to wash off), but she seemed to either not care or not remember what was wrong. After a while I explained it to her and she seemed fine, and she was all like "Hey, don't worry so much. It's fine!" and I woke up. Personally, I think she was stupid. Also, this sort of behavior somehow reminds me at the moment of an exaggeration of Maia's thoughts. That's a little weird and maybe a little unsurprising, I suppose. Annoying shit, I say... but at least this girl was hotter than Maia. ;)
!!! 04/09/04
I can already feel this dream slipping from my mind, so I must record it. It was significant somehow...
It started off with me working at the company I currently work for, the SBSB, and at some point the company's president, who in my dream looked almost exactly like Amanda's dad, noticed that I was incredibly intelligent as well as skillful at something or other. He offered me a job in the building behind the one I normally work in, saying that he needed help with some sort of research. I went there and started working on researching something nondescript at first, but after a while of going there the environment in my dream started to change... I think this may have taken place abruptly after I woke up and went back to sleep. It was now some sort of foreign planet or asteroid, on which there was a bustling trade city, which wasa bit rundown really, as well as a large amount of grasslands. The building I worked in was high-security, and after going to a party there and being told by the president of said company that I could work whenever I wanted (he was really chill), I met a girl... her name started with an A. She was beautiful. There were a lot of girls there, and I think it was a college party, because someone warned me against drunk girls.
I was, however, already going with or married to a girl who was remarkably similar to Miri (hey, don't ask me - my subconscious did it!). It turned out that the girl who I had met at the party was my partner in researching what was, in fact, an alien object of some sort. I fell in love with her as well and started spending mots of my time with her. Miri knew of this, and it caused a strain on our relationship, while also making things awkward with this new girl. Things went on like this for quite a while, but at some point I started feeling bad about neglecting Miri and began to think that I should give Miri at least some of my time.
After this, things started to go downhill and I got sort of full of my self and whatnot, and both girls drifted away from me, the girl who was not Miri with great sadness, and Miri with a sort of numb detachment. I became very depressed because of this and stopped going to work altogether, although my attendance had been diminishing rapidly prior to this anyway due to some issues between having two women. In the end I was depressed and alone, and when I went to a coffee shop with my mom I saw Tom Hanks who was tweakin' out, so I told him that "Everything would turn out okay... It always does." and he looked at me weirdly, and then thought I was offering him drugs, which he wanted. After a security guard came over, I was like "hell no man, go away" and then after some more stuff I woke up.
The point of all this is that when I awoke from this dream, I felt genuinely sad at having ruined my love for both girls (especially the one who was not Miri, whom I had not treated well enough considering how I felt about her). I think this is significant somehow, but I cannot figure out how!
!!! 05/03/04
Ugh, memory... fading... must... record...
I was playing some sort of video game, but it was also somehow real life in the dream. I was part of some sort of space army trying to defend itself against alien invaders from either the future or a distant planet. They had advanced organic ships. They were working with the government, and my underground movement (lead by some strange race of creatures which I was part of) was largely obliterated. During the dream I ended up spending time hanging out on various planets in a way that did not fit into the space-shooter/plot-driven parts of the rest of the dream. There were sometimes menus in dealing with other people I encountered, and sometimes it was freeform.
The enemies' ships were green and had purple force fields. They fired smaller ships sometimes which seemed to be made of metal, or perhaps just had some sort of bony/chitinous hide.
My ship was some sort of cross between organic and mechanical parts. I don't think my people were nearly as technologically advanced as our enemies, but we had somehow gotten a ship which could outperform theirs, and at one point I was privy to seeing some evil scientists discussing how our ship operated and being in awe of its destructive power. My ship was dark brown and shaped something like a large manta ray, with a number of cellulose protrusions, perhaps windows or weapons of some sort. I'm not sure. They tried to make a replica of it, but it was a pale imitation.
I cannot remember anymore... I wish I could. It was interesting/insane.
!!! 08/10/04
I had a sex dream about Eliza Duddy this time. It was pretty fuckin' hot, I gotta say... the reason I'm writing about it here is because, shortly after we'd both gotten naked (this was on the floor in some sort of den thingie that does not exist in any house I've ever been in), he parents came home... However, instead of Paul and Paul's scary commie wife, it was Paul's scary commie wife and Kit Prospery's dad! This did not strike me as odd until after waking up.
!!! 09/17/04
Hmm... Hard to remember most of it, but it was some sort of dystopian/post-apoc. future, and some place I had been earlier in the dream (a camp of some sort?) where there was a lot of ice and snow already had been filled with a deep water which made navigating the areas leading up to it very difficult. There had originally been a bridge, or perhaps you could just walk across the snow easily, but it was more than covered by water and you now had to go through some near-freezing water to get to the actual landmass with buildings.
There was a test in some weird sort of club or something which I had gone to, where you had the option of fucking 2 very attractive robot women (better looking than RealDolls and fully interactive -- reminded me of the Cruxshadows backup dancers), but if you came before at least one of them did you'd be penalized (I don't remember how, but it wasn't THAT bad. just public ridicule). Some lame-looking guy tried to do it while I was hanging out in the back room there, but I think he failed. They were owned by the owner of the club, who I think was some guy with a crew cut and very large muscles. Kinda scary looking. There was also this wicked hot brunette who was very sarcastic and cynical.
I ended up leaving with, but not in a particularly sexual way. She was driving me somewhere, and it looked kinda like a cross between Northboro and Provincetown. We talked a lot and I could tell that over the course of the ride she was becoming attracted to me. However, she was one of those women with all of the power over any situation she's in. Very scary; very attractive. We ended up at this camp with the water. This was the first time I'd actually been there since the water levels went up, and we had a plenty difficult time getting over... There were some other guys trying to get over there too, and to be perfectly honest I have no idea how the brunette got across, but she seemed to have no problem. Bah, women! ;)
Once inside, I started sort of actively flirting with this girl, and she would do that flirty touching thing, until at some point we started actually cuddling and I may have made out with her. (Woo, go me)! The dream ended with me hanging out in a room with her and some other people, and her sort of laying with Ross, but not in a particularly interested way, just in more of a "I'm a sexually/situationally empowered woman". In the dream, this sort of pissed me off, but I reasoned with myself in that a) it didn't seem like she was actually interested in Ross, and b) it didn't actually make a difference even if she were, (as my feelings on jealousy have changed much since my experiences in my relationship with Maia). I think this last scene may have had something to do with the situation between Ross and Lexi and some feelings I'd had towards that (they've dissipated at this point). This is the last thing I remember before waking up.
!!!
12/29/04
Well let's see... it's getting fuzzy already, I'm afraid.
It started off with me in something like EverQuest where I was in a strange dungeon, one of four, where if you completed some sort of puzzle or quest you would get four items aligned with that dungeon... A wand, some sort of armor, an orb, and something else (maybe a cookie, I forget). It wasn't that hard, but it was time-consuming. I did the "red" dungeon and got the reward. Upon doing so, some sort of energy flowed into my hand, and I got the impression that it was bad.
After I spent some time fighting monsters, the energy grew stronger, and someone told me that it was a curse of some sort. I grew somewhat frightened, but didn't take measures to seek out someone who could fix it. I suppose I was busy... I don't know what I was thinking.
Once this energy grew to full strength it started taking me over somehow. Next thing I knew I was at Sudbury Valley wandering around, but I wasn't quite me... it was like my soul had been replaced , or at least latched onto, by this magical force. I felt as though I was the same person, but I had no real feelings of empathy. I wandered around the school in a strange daze as people tried to talk to me for a while. (This part may have to do with some thoughts I was having the other day about people's... um, player changing without their ego changing).
I'm not sure how the transition happened, but I spent some time driving around a city which does not exist, I think with people I do not even know. After being lost for a while, we ended up going back to some sort of two-story house or cabin in which I think me, Ross and Andy were staying, and we were smoking pot. At first it was just the three of us, and Andy had hogged the bowl at one point while in the other room, which annoyed me slightly. Since we owned it, there were a lot of other people there with us. I think we were planning to go to some sort of carnival or fair.
I don't know where this exactly fits into the timeframe, but there were cops there as we were hanging out on the porch or roof and they were searching people, but I felt safe even though I was smoking pot right in front of them. Either I thought they wouldn't find anything on me, or they were just really chill about it. At one point I saw a kid try to pass the pipe to the main cop a couple of times and the cop just sighed and pushed it away... They weren't scary at all. I then asked the cop about his body armor and how protective it was.
At some point it turned out that I was Spider Man (with the evil, black suit, but it didn't seem evil in the dream), and that this evil energy I had absorbed earlier, while no longer FULLY impairing my empathic abilities (I was starting to feel sort of normal again... sort of, anyway), had begun to effect my ability to turn into spider man, which consisted of my clothes morphing into his suit somehow, and the ability was no longer under my direct control. I hid from everyone except one or two people who knew I was spiderman and freaked out a bit. I finally managed to get some sort of handle on my power though, so while it was not fully under my control, I was able to make the suit go away so no one would notice.
Then a girl, who looked a lot like Phoebe's friend Casie (who I thought was cute last time I was there) came in from outside crying. She told us she'd been raped by a girl and a guy while she was in some sort of treehouse. She described them, and the officer who I'd asked about his armor earlier commented that he thought it was this popular asshole from the local high school. I hugged the girl and whispered to her that it'd be alright, and that they'd no doubt be at the fair later so we'd FUCKING KILL THEM (I was pissed). After a while she went somewhere else and told me that I should be careful of her because she was a difficult girl with psychological problems aside from just being raped... Then she told me that I was really attractive and a good dancer (the latter part at least being untrue in reality).
After going to an adjacent room, which coincidentally contained this girl, I started to have trouble with my suit thing and began to change into Spider Man, although not fully. My suit was more like fuzzy, baggy clothing. The girl saw and I decided to tell her so maybe she'd feel better or perhaps just so I could get in her pants (she was fuckin' cute man), and she was very nice and understanding about it. Some guys came in and started to ask who I was, and after explaining that I was Spider Man (she backed me up), I rushed out of the room to try to get a handle on my transformation. I managed it, and walked to another room where the girl was. I told her that almost no one knew about me being Spider Man and that I would really appreciate it if she didn't tell anyone. She agreed, and we had our arms around eachother. It was nice; affectionate. We may have made out a bit, and then, sadly, I woke up. The end!