Disconnected images. A clearing with a long road stretching before it. A stand-off and shoot-out between some kind of law enforcement and/or vigilantes. One of them betrayed the others? Me fleeing the scene on a pathetically small tricycle, then trading with a child for a larger one. I can't remember this one very well.
Feeling: Fear
Sex dream. I don't generally like Asian girls but I'm pretty sure she was Asian. Weird.
Feeling: Lust
My parents and I are living in a dystopian version of the apartment complex in which I grew up (which has since been demolished). I am late for class (or possibly work). As I lock the door and go to unlock my bike, my father is outside the apartment facing me, shielding me in a way from the mob outside that is growing increasingly agitated. I worry that they are going to hurt him. I realize that I forgot to pack a snack so I unlock the door to get one. With eyes on the back of my head and self-fulfilling foresight, I see the mob crush my father's head like a grape and his ruined body crumple to the ground. I hastily lock the door and return to my mother. Unsure of whether I believe my own words, I tell her not to watch dad's latest film, as if it was too gruesome for me, there was no chance that she would find it palatable.
Feeling: Anxiety
There was some kind of disturbance in the playground at my old elementary school followed by a sleepover in the [north portion of] building. I was cognizant of being adult-sized and needing to find enough floor-space for my sleeping bag. It must have been raining because the carpet was wet in spots and was littered with tiny yellow leaves. Despite being surrounded by signs of human life (other people's things, my shoe being moved, etc.) the few people (mostly teachers) I encountered kept to themselves, hurriedly going about their business of locking down the premises. There was more to the beginning of this dream that I can't remember.
Feeling: Anxiety
I was fading in and out of sleep this morning so I only remember a piece of a dream. It was a semi-lucid dream set in a dystopian future. (probably heavily influenced by me reading Netrunner stuff before bed). I was a spy lurking at the end of a hallway in my old high school, lying in wait for my mark, a young woman of mixed ethnicity who was accompanied by two school officials/guides. I ran my hand over my face and willed myself to be invisible, and it was so. (Hence "semi-lucid.") A swift jab later, and my mission was a success, my mark and her party none the wiser. Instead of fleeing the scene, I took advantage of the semi-lucid nature of the dream, and it was on its way to becoming a sex dream when my alarm went off.
Feelings: Power, lust
I am visiting my grandparents and cousin in China. I want to be left alone and sit in bed, which my cousin accepts, but my grandparents persistently follow me around, trying to get me to eat. My grandmother hooks a bowl of porridge onto the bed frame sideways. I express concern that it is going to spill out. She says that it is thick enough that it won't. Instead, it sticks to the wall. The porridge is full of frozen strawberries. My grandparents make me add cabbage and carrots to it. It ends up tasting surprisingly good.
Feeling: Nostalgia
I am in gym class in my old elementary school, though it is filled with people my age. We are involved in a competitive exercise, a sort of cross between Follow the Leader and Mother May I. My team is picking up steam when we take a break. At the end of the break, the other group leader tells the teacher that her team is tired so they are going to have to call it a day. The teacher accepts this and dismisses the class. In my frustration, I vent by shadowboxing in the corner. The teacher berates me for this behavior, and in my anger I remove my borrowed fingerless gloves and fling them at her chair. One lands in the seat while the other falls on the floor. I storm out along the south corridor. As I walk through it and toward the east corridor, I ponder my time in high school, time in college, and current state of re-attending high school (as if I were in enrolled in high school in the old elementary school building).
Feeling: Anger
There is a zombie apocalypse. I am dating Taylor Swift. We are bunkered down in a house fortified with machine gun turrets at the windows. I can't remember much else.
Feelings: Power, lust
This dream was weird, as I had it while semi-awake. Some blend of ongoing Mafia games, zombie apocalypse, and Diablo III ran through my head. Hard to make sense of it all. I watched Life of Pi last night, so some of that movie was probably in there too.
Feelings: Jumbled
I had several dreams this morning. The one I remember most vividly was in the middle; it felt so real that, even after waking, I thought I might still be in that world. I was on vacation to some tropical destination with a lady friend and several others. The one image that really stood out was a spectacular sunset that was more like the splendor of the cosmos laid out before me, followed by a magnificent fireworks show. This was almost definitely influenced by Life of Pi. I tried taking pictures of it with my phone (as absurd as that sounds).
Feelings: Awe
I had several dreams, but the one that was the most memorable involved leaving my friend's house after a party in the evening. (The mutual friend who was driving me home had her license suspended IRL.) As we were driving, I noticed that the car was floating off the ground. I asked if it was a flying car. Apparently, it was. In what was now broad daylight, we soared high over a city that looked oddly like Guangzhou, China (which has a light rail system that I used last December). And that's when we started taking our exhilarating plunge. As we hurtled toward the water, I adjusted my cap and marveled at the sheer thrill of the experience, as if it were merely a roller coaster or other park ride. Time seemed to slow almost to a halt as we drew closer to the water below, and I was able to simultaneously watch and feel the moment of impact. As I drew up for air in the surprisingly shallow pool (maybe 10ft), I teased my companion, who had morphed into a different friend (a guy I knew from middle school and high school) regarding his inability to tread water and breathe at the same time, an affliction I inexplicably shared. A truly remarkable dream.
Feeling: Awe
A brief sex dream, followed by an intense dream that was a blend between a Tolkien work and a horror film. I was simultaneously following and embodying the "Gandalf" role, leading others through a desolate wasteland that was actively trying to taunt, maim, and/or kill the party. The most dramatic event was when I warned the others that the ground was going to give in, and to grab onto one of the two leylines criss-crossing the field. As soon as I said that, an X-shaped crack appeared in the ground right underneath the invisible, but quite sturdy, leylines. I kept my eyes on my party as we slid down the leylines toward solid ground, not daring to look at whatever twisted evil lay below.
Feelings: Power, anxiety
Bonus Naptime Dream:
This dream was the ending (serially and content-wise) to a group of dreams, but I can't recall any of the earlier ones. It was organized like a TV drama, and it was dark and brooding. From a third-person perspective, a man and his co-conspirator (the main character from an earlier dream, possibly embodied by me) burst into an apartment where the man's aunt lives. She confronts the man's companion on bringing alcohol into her home, but is knocked to the floor. It is unclear who injured her, but she lies unresponsive throughout the scene. After the man's companion leaves, the man begins to feel guilty about his aunt, and has the impression that she is speaking to him in his mind. On the verge of a breakdown, the man works furiously at the tiny desk opposite the hallway, stealing furtive glances at the body between him and door. By the end of the scene, the man forgives himself for allowing his mother to die (as his aunt reminded him of her). This cathartic moment is mirrored by an acknowledgement from his aunt's spirit and the sudden disappearance of her body. Not stopping to wonder if the recent events were real or imagined, the man leaves the apartment with a sense of peace.
Feelings: Power, anxiety
No entries in a while; I've been too busy to have a steady sleep schedule! I had this dream during naptime:
I was a contestant/enforcer in a weird competition that was like a cross between Calvinball and the Amazing Race. I remember pummeling various competitors, including Gary Oak (Emocakes?) and other high-profile characters, in and around the playground from the apartment complex where I grew up, only for an announcement to air that some upstart was about to cross the finish line. In desperation, I rush back to the center of the playground and try to kick a toy (beach ball?) at my foe, but in extreme slow-motion/panoramic vision, I see my attempt foiled by the breaking of the ribbon. Blast. As I wallow in my failure, Gary Oak comes by and offers me good-natured jokes to comfort me (which is so unlike Gary Oak).
Feeling: Power, anxiety
Despite only ever reading the Wikipedia article for Ender's Game, I had a dream that was eerily similar to its premise. I am an exceptional recruit/conscript of a shadowy organization that had collected me and my fellows and is operating a ship or station currently somewhere in outer space. Due to my performance, I had received additional supplies (clothes, mostly) others had not. A recruit who enters the main cabin area late seems to have been punished for poor performance and is in a pitiful state, with very few clothes in his bag. He picks up some clothing that had escaped my bag, and looks at me mournfully. Feeling sorry for him, I allow him to take my clothes. He then reaches between two couch cushions and extracts more of my clothes. Realizing that I've been duped, I demand that he return my clothes. Instead, he draws a razor and holds it to my throat, drawing blood, a sinister grin spreading across his face. I pull away and throw a blade of my own, ricocheting it off the ceiling before it lands squarely in his neck, killing him. I wake soon thereafter.
Feelings: Power, empathy, justice
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