Auntie Anne

Not quite sure why I decided to remember this dream and not the hundreds of others I've had since I last updated this blog, but the decision has been made and so the best way to accomplish it is to write it down.

It began with some stuff about Daggerfall and a game called Shakespeare. Some weird stuff with DOS and computers. I don't really care. That wasn't the part of the dream I wanted to remember. No, the dream really begins when I get some muscle cramps. Apparently there's some treatment for them in our bathroom, so I go there. But I end up getting a drink of water instead. Now, there's two sinks. I get a cup and fill it with some water from each sink. Then I drink it. Now, here's where the weirdness begins. The water talks to me. Each sink provides water with it's own personality. I don't remember what the left sink's name was, but it was obnoxious and weird and I didn't like it very much. The right sink, on the other hand, was named Auntie Anne (hence the name of this post). I liked her. I drank from her a lot and talked to her about stuff. I talked to her about sinks, and apparently there was something about horse racing and bookies and stuff, but it's more of an anecdote than the actual story of this dream. Anyway, the way it works is you drink her water and as long as the water is inside your body, there's a kind of psychic link with her sentience, because in a way she IS the water that flows out of the sink. Anyway, I start to tell my family members about her and they think I'm crazy. I fill water bottles with her, drink her at school, and get her help trying to think about exam problems. I tell her fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Then, one day, while I'm asleep I get a message from her: somebody's broken into the house. I need to find the two things that have been stolen. This is of the utmost importance.

Then I wake up.

April 6 - Church / Aliens

Church:

Some kind of church. Apparently there was this recurring church service feature thing where various famous people talked. There was also this whole thing beforehand where I was getting ready to GO to church, and my brother was there and we talked a lot. But then we got to church and apparently M.C. Escher and Barack Obama were both going to our church and could have been this weeks guest. Then some person recommended Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy and I'm like "yeah, but nobody recognizes his face, just his work. Well, except for me, but I'm a freak."

Aliens:

Kindof tied in with the church. There's this whole thing about "robotization" which is like socialization except it's also for robots. So I think I'm robotizing in church, and then I'm this alien and humans don't like me and they're messing around and eventually they mess with me so much that I go to war with them and they're like "Aha! I knew the aliens/robots wanted to go to war with us!" and I think we beat them and then leave peacefully without them killing us.

Dream Signs - Family

Well, it's taken me this long to recognize it, but me seeing my mom or dad (or especially my brother) is generally gonna be a dream sign because I'm living at college miles away from any of them.

Of course, some of the dreams about family took place when I was at home for spring break or whatever, but I fully expect that dreams with my family in them will continue.

March 18 - Chess

And in a burst of luck, I was wrong. I remember at least part of my dream now.

This is from toward the end of the dream, but still. Apparently I'm involved in this whole big underground blackmarket type service for playing some funny game against other people. It was apparently taboo because of its associations with cannibalism or something, very strange. Anyway, this hub for the game trade is this jeweler shop. You go to the jeweler sometime after 3 PM, and look at his display of gems very carefully. They contain a hidden code in them, and when you deduce the code, you know the current combination to this lock. You use the lock with some color-coded keys, and if you use the right two keys in the right order, it opens the door. Then the jeweler knows you're part of the trade and can pull out his game card that lists various different types of games that you play.

...But that's just how the dream ended. Here's how it begins.

I'm in this sort of real-life version of Wired.com. There's news stories floating around or something, and my brother shows up at one point and there's some clowning around and stuff.
Various hijinx insue that I don't remember the details of. Anyway, the dream proper begins when I apparently start learning more about Scientology. The wired.com-like place starts focusing on Scientology and I start wrapping myself into the group. Apparently this is all for the purposes of infiltration, but just when I'm almost in the group, I have this nervous breakdown. I come crying to my parents, say I can't do it, it's too hard, blah blah blah. So I run up this gigantic hill. I keep going and I reach the top and apparently it's turned into some sort of freaky weird quest, because I'm passing these increasingly weird sets of objects. I don't remember all of them, but one of them was a bomb, an apple, and... something. I collapse HUGGING the bomb. I look up and see some sort of reward, again for the quest that I'm suddenly on. Apparently there's a squirrel on my team because one part of the reward is this giant acorn. I actually don't remember the other parts, but at this time I'm high on the hill and am eating this apple. My parents are down below and are talking about how I'm refusing to do this Scientology thing (yeah, I know, perspective and context are about as slippery as an eel taking a bath in vegetable oil). So they start walking down the hill. I start eating one of three Granny Smith apples. Another of the three gets dislodged from the hillside and starts rolling down the hill. The hillside starts getting increasingly steep and I start slipping. By the time the apple rolls down and is in front of my mom, I'm clinging on a cliff for dear life. My mom gets my dad and they apparently think the apple is some sort of omen for some sort of supernatural monster that had introduced itself to them before via apples, but then they get close enough to the tree that I'm now clinging to, and I tell them, nope, it's just an apple. But could they get me down from the tree?

Well, I'm clinging on to the top of the tree, and they're at the bottom. So my dad whips out his magic powers, which apparently are totally freakin' sweet. He uses this sort of mathematical translation or something: two steps up, one to the side, and you form this L shape.

Then you TWIST in the air ninety degrees and the L-shape twists with it and this portal opens. You step next to the portal and rotate it again the right direction ninety degrees and it opens on the other side in another portal location.

I stepped through the portal he opened at the top of the tree and appeared in the jeweler shop.

Sadly, this is where I start forgetting the order in which things happened. I kindof think after the incident in the jeweler shop I got locked in a bathroom by some political fanatics and harassed by Ronald Reagan who threatens to casts some votes, which is apparently incredibly bad for the cause I'm fighting for. He starts doing that and then I wake up.

March 10 - Islam / Hospital

Dream #1: Islam and Politics

Sort of a religious dream, which is weird for me. It begins with me at home in the dark, in a sort of nod to the meta. I wake up, and apparently it’s time to go to school in the morning. I’m following my brother to school, only in my dream my brother isn’t my actual brother, it’s one of my friends from school. They’re running on ahead and I’m desperately trying to keep up. There’s this little interlude where I ask them about their dream, and we talk about how our dreams were about Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton holding an election at a street intersection. Apparently Barack Obama had the vote stolen from under him or something. Anyway, I’m following my brother/friend to school and he’s running on ahead, I yell that he knows I’m not an endurance runner like him, when suddenly he veers off to the side, and then I am suddenly running past my house again, and I go inside, and my parents are there and my brother is playing the piano. I go in and am eating breakfast, and I talk to my parents about church. Apparently it has since become Sunday. I’m apparently raised Muslim in the dream, and I ask whether or not it is typical to ask for forgiveness of transgressions on the “day of divinity”. Apparently it is, and it feels slightly weird to me because of my aforementioned Muslim upbringing. I start to wonder why the heck I dreamt about this practice in my dream, and then I wake up.


Dream #2: Paralysis and Hospital

Don’t remember how this dream started. At some point I find myself on a bus, and apparently I’m like a fugitive or something, because I end up having to use this paralytic on someone and take them onto the bus, but it backfires on me because the paralytic causes them to bleed whenever their muscles shift position and it gets gruesome pretty fast. So I have to take them to the hospital. We drive the bus to the hospital, but it’s not a normal hospital. We enter via the ER entrance and are told that they’ll be people to help carry the person in, but we find ourselves in one of those discount grocery stores with the concrete floor and stuff. We pass through that area and find ourselves in a high school gymnasium. We wander around for a while and get lost looking for the actual hospital area. We find ourselves in this really ruined tumble-down brick place, with pennies taped to the wall for some reason and floors that look like they might collapse at any moment. There’s some holes in the wall that look out onto some very foggy ruins, and I can fly. I fly around for a while and find out that the fog is caused essentially by hot water pipes leaking hot water into the cold winter air, and I kindof scald myself at one point, but that’s about as much of the dream as I remember.

March 8 - Puppet Masters / Party

So, another day, another pair of dreams.


Dream #1: Puppet Masters

This dream is about a world in which I am apparently alone among a great army of monsters that look like my family and friends. Some stuff happened at the beginning I don’t remember too well, but I do believe that at one point we were at this festival and me and one of my friends were having pretzels. The main “plot” began with me being fed up with one of the people I know in real life when they stole my food and did some other mean stuff. I get home and I want to call the police. However, I discover that my dad is in cahoots with him. When I call the police, though, suddenly a booming voice says something like “You can’t get help in this universe” and my dad comes down the stairs and is talking on the phone about doing something to me. Seems like just about everyone is in on it but me. At this point I think I get taken to this room where I’m supposed to be turned into one of them via some sort of mechanism. I’m told that I failed to be successfully turned in the past apparently because I wasn’t evil enough, and that this transformation is necessary for the smooth running of society. They’re going to try again, though, because apparently I’ve done some evil things recently. So they hand me these tin cans that look like they’re gonna contain some food, but when the label peels off suddenly contact between them and my skin is intensely painful. Apparently the transformation begins when I attempt to stop the pain, but in my dream I’m some sort of weird person who apparently can withstand obscene amounts of pain. So I just hang around holding these tin cans that are giving me an obscene amount of pain. There’s some talking, I don’t remember the details, and then some people come in and talk about how apparently I won a cat in a raffle (a raffle I signed up for in the festival at the beginning of the dream). I’m supposed to go downstairs and get it. I go there, still holding my cans as weapons, and it turns out it’s mostly just a ploy to send an army at me to kill me. I figure this out, and when the army shows up I apply my cans to them but apparently they’re immune to the pain, and indeed, can cause it. This sort of queen woman shows up and I don’t remember the rest of the dream.


Dream #2: Parties

Don’t remember the whole dream. I kindof remember me going through this sort of Zelda-like dungeon crawl to find this white lacy cape that makes you invisible. Unfortunately, it gets stolen by the big bad (who I remember nothing about), and apparently there’s this green cape that can do a lot of freaky stuff like turn you invisible. Then it turns out that the entire white cape thing is a scam, and it’s JUST the green cape that turns you invisible. Apparently we’ve developed this spell that’ll swap the magic cape with a completely identical one with no powers. The bad guys get ahold of the cape and somehow I’m watching them at this party where everyone’s dressed up like stereotypically evil animals and then they start engaging in risqué activities that I really shouldn’t detail. Later there’s this second party with stereotypically good animals, but I end up NOT going to that one because apparently there’s an entry fee. At some point in this whole affair the white cape gets shredded and there’s this test for people, one of whom has some sort of disability that makes them involuntarily kick the desk they’re sitting at. There are these buses and a driver who has this weird name and is your stereotyped big muscled car aficionado.

Recollections - Never / Slave Pen / Natives

Well, I already find myself posting more than I thought I would going into this.

It's possible this series will continue if I manage to dredge up more dreams from my past that I remember. In the mean time, I have four that I recall. The first two are from long ago, while the third is quite recent. The fourth is going to be copied from something I wrote a while ago, because I don't actually remember the details anymore.


Dream #1: Never

This dream is likely to be ensconced in my hall of fame as just about the only dream I'll still remember years from now. It begins with me finding myself in a graveyard late at night. There's a bunch of people there, and apparently someone is telling me that it is absolutely crucial that I never touch the tombstones. Sure, easy enough, except there is this tendency for extremely strong winds to blow me right toward them. I'm clinging on to this tree, and at some point in the dream I end up touching the tombstone.

Wham. Suddenly, here I am, with a couple other people, in a different location. It's strange, but the best way to describe it is that I'm floating, essentially, high and off the edge of the map, in a sort of RTS game analogy, looking down at this place I'm told is called Never. I'm told that I'm stuck here for 60 years. Well, needless to say time skipped a bit, but I still vividly recall this scene where I'm climbing a mountain, it's above the tree line, in the snow, and there's this vivid image imprinted in my mind that is highly reminiscent of the Caradhras scene from the Lord of the Rings movie. That's actually about all I still remember, except that the dream pulled a Narnia at the end and I found myself back in the graveyard as if no time had passed.


Dream #2: Slave Pen

Again, there's not a very high detail level. I basically still remember three things. The premise of the dream is that I was captured and put in a slave pen that's actually more like a play pen for babies, and this is all happening during a hymn sing my mom went to. The dream ends when I find this girl who I apparently know very well (despite thinking in my dream that this is my dream and I don't actually know her) taking a shower in a bathroom that's actually more reminiscent of a swimming pool / hot tub.


Dream #3: Natives

There's a little bit more detail on this one, because it was so recent. It began with me being on a bus. I kindof don't remember much of this part, except we're driving down this road (I think we're supposed to be in Florida) and there's this one scene where someone's distracted the driver and it takes me like five seconds to get the driver to notice that he's about to go careening off the road. We end up doing so, but it doesn't matter because apparently we end up on a contingency rail road explicitly for this purpose. You see, apparently this bus is a hitherto unknown bus / train hybrid. We ride this sort of weird switchbacking machine that's supposed to get us back on the road, but eventually we end up just taking the railroad to where we're going. I remember thinking that we were going at 500 miles per hour, despite the fact that trains do not actually go at this speed and that relatively speaking, we weren't going that much faster than the cars on the nearby road. Anyway, at some point this whole thing kindof morphs and I find myself alone on something (not sure if it's still the bus at this point) but the rails have begun sporting a complicated rotating system of wooden gears, and the rails are also wooden and are frequently branching and merging. At some point this morphs again, and now I'm riding more in a ski-lift fashion a cable up in the air. I'm in the woods, and I look over and see a boat full of Native Americans. Suddenly Native Americans burst out of the woods all around me, about to attack. However, suddenly there's this burst of birds everywhere, some of them landing on me, and apparently it's some kind of omen that I'm blessed by the Native American gods and I don't get skewered. I get off this cable thingy and suddenly I'm inside a convention center and everyone is shocked at what just happened a moment ago when I was still in the woods. Various things happen at this point, including a meeting with someone supposedly called "Rand" but looking more like my old boss from my programming internship, and something about my socks and my keychain. The dream kindof dissolves at this point and I don't remember much more.


Dream #4: Time Travel

"It started out innocently enough. Well, sortof. It started out with some people making some weird doohicky, and it turned out to be a shrunken version of a time machine. Someone popped up in it, and they complained quite thoroughly about it being way too small.

But other than the theme of time machines, the rest of the dream was quite different. It was basically about some people trying to create a time machine.


These people find a sort of strange light. Don't ask me how they find this light, since it is abundently clear from the dream that the light is very deep underground. Frankly, it probably was a light in name only. Anyway, they find a light and some globes. They try putting the globes in the light, but things go psycho. They find a couple more lights, still no luck. The lights aren't the RIGHT lights for the globe they have.


And then a weird alien comes down from space. It gets all annoyed at us because we've got an unnaceptably strange galaxy, with (gasp!) a black hole in the middle that's researching the flora and fauna of an obscure planet far from the action of this dream.


Anyway, it gives us a "seed". Apparently we have to use the seed on a NEW light in the far east on a continent we've never heard of. So we go there, and apparently it turns into a Nevada desert with a giant waste dump-like thing. Someone makes a comment about how Nevada deserts seem to always have something to do with major technological breakthroughs. Another person says "duh, look at these robotic probes lying here next to the dump".

Anyway, we put the seed in the dump and a fountain shows up. Then we put the globes in the fountain, and it turns into a time machine.

Unfortunately, the time machine is oriented to face the planet's surface, so we can't use it to travel into outer space. Fortunately, the aliens show back up and help us out.


That's where my absurdly surrealist dream ends."

March 7 - Lost Valley / Tower of Babel

The night of March 7th. The night I got into this biz. I might post some retrospectives later, talking about the dreams of my past, but for right now, we're just gonna jump right into the dreams of the night. I've got two this time.


Dream #1: Lost Valley, Spiritus day

Something about my dad getting sick and I need this antidote from this park system, and I need it now, and it’s after dark and the park closed and so on. So I go to the park. I wander through my neighborhood until I get there. I follow the road up toward the woods, where I cut through and there’s this news program about how researchers get screwed over by people walking through the woods, distracting the predators from the prey that get trapped there by strip mining. I end up in this park and someone’s following me, which I discover when they’ve been attacked by a bear. I wander around for a while until suddenly I find myself at the precipice of this sort of hidden valley thing with some animals. There’s this rhinoceros nearby, and I’m kindof scared. I go to sleep when this dude shows up and it turns out he’s been following me and he’s taking me to jail for being alone in this park after hours. I talk to him and he proposes the defense that I was given permission by my mom and that I didn’t know the park was supposed to be closed and anyway, the timing was urgent or my dad would die. I show up at this convention where its “Save the Spiritus day” and dad’s there and he’s fine and the dream ends.

Dream #2: Tower of Babel Musical

Some sort of cross between tower of Babel, Legend of Zelda, and a very complicated adventure game/musical/movie. We begin in a postapocalyptic universe. There’s this giant destroyed spire thing. Slowly we unravel the story of what happened here. Some stuff happens that I don’t quite remember, the gist of which being that we kind of replicate certain events that allow us to partially restore the spire. I kindof got stuck on what to do next (remember, this started off as a sort of game like thing), and there was this whole musical about something like “come, let us come, to our home”. I don't remember the verses, and I really can't recall the name of the tune, but the chorus is a standard "come let us walk. come let us walk. come, let us come, to our homes." I reach this one point where suddenly something I do restores the spire by a certain degree and I’m afforded a look into the past. At the height of the civilization, there was a giant futuristic civilization. Instead of this really primitive society (I think earlier parts of the dream had some interaction with the culture, it was almost cave-man-like), there’s a whole big thing with a telecast and everything. Martha Stewart is apparently the news anchor and she’s talking about something or other, when suddenly the entire top levels of the spire sort of dissolve in a burst of blue energy and everyone starts plummeting. I remember her suddenly saying “wait, that’s Link’s house” and going silent. Apparently Link, Zelda, and a couple other people survive by sprouting wings. They complain about how they caused this destruction on tons of people (someone was out to get them and these people got caught in the crossfire), but their friends (apparently named Marrim and Genor) point out that just about everyone took part in what was essentially a tower of Babel. They fly down and talk about some stuff. At this point it sortof morphs, and Zelda takes on some properties of Alyson Hannigan. Genor is a blond boy, and Marrim is a slightly red-headed/blond girl. At this point I remember thinking how obviously everyone had gotten different actors because apparently by this point the dream had morphed into some sort of sequel movie. Suddenly the past is back and we’re singing this song. Still don’t remember the words, but “come, let us walk” also comes in, and there’s this whole motif about me being determined and focused, and something about being to mature or SOMETHING. Possibly a schtick about lost youth. Obvioiusly dream recall isn’t perfect yet.