I was at some kind of summer camp. I don't remember all the details of the early part of the dream, but at some point a yellow liquid started to become important. The liquid came in with a supply truck, and people were treating it like it was a new novelty drink or something like that. It eventually became clear that the yellow liquid was an alien being who would replace parts of your brain if you drank it. It could even gain some control over you if a droplet got in your eye, or otherwise got into your body somehow. People who were infected by the yellow liquid would try to get other people infected, either by enthusiasm (acting like the drink is really good, or failing that, playing with the liquid and splashing each other) or by force when necessary. When I figured this out, I started avoiding people. I eventually decided to run, but by this point they had become suspicious and someone followed me. There was a swampy lake to the back of the camp, which I swam in to escape. The other person continued to come after me, but I eventually lost them and gained the other shore.
There was a field there, which I'm familiar with from other dreams. Actually, it was two fields, one slightly lower than the other, and with a somewhat sheltered path between. I thought at first that I could stay there, but then I decided that they would most likely come after me in larger numbers by morning. I kept walking. I quickly arrived at what seemed like a miniature golf course. I walked through this and arrived at some roads with a few houses and a view of a larger city in the distance. The reality of the dream was starting to fall apart. I was thinking about how I was wrong to run away; to people in the city, I would at best be a crazy homeless person talking about alien invasion. More likely, the city would already be infected with the yellow liquid. Running was pointless in a planetary invasion. I arrived at the city, but by this point there was no reality left in the dream. There were a few fractured images of buildings which I wasn't able to hold together as I woke up.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Taking Out Tanks
What I remember of the dream begins with an epic convergence of souls. I believe I followed at least one of the characters before this point, but I cannot recall. The sense of the dream was this: a story involving many characters acting independently, yet mystically coordinated in some way to accomplish a larger plan. The idea was that the observer (me) would never understand the whole plan; the actions of some characters in the story would never make sense. Yet, a coherent part of the action was to be revealed.
At the point in the dream where my memory begins, many characters had been acting independently for some time. The development of the plan was now at a point where, just this once, a specific subset of the characters would be brought together in mystic space (mentally sharing the same experiences while their bodies remain far apart). Before this and after this, each would be acting independently with no knowledge of what the others are doing. However, these specific people had the unique opportunity of knowing that there was a larger plan, and knowing some of their fellow workers in the plan.
The shared mystical experience was confusing, though, and did not answer many questions. (It more or less revealed just what I've described above.) At the end, the characters still did not know exactly what was expected of them.
Once the vision was over, two people (one younger girl, the other inspecific) found themselves in an abandoned building on the top of a hill. Further exploration revealed that many small cannons were in the building, along with everything needed to make cannonballs from metal. Outside, the hill was populated with apple trees. It seemed clear that the plan had provided the apples for food, and intended the two of them to make cannonballs for the cannons. They used the furnace to cook an apple while they were getting used to their surroundings and planning.
Soon (the next morning?), a company of tanks started to pass by on a path below them in the hills. (The hills they were on were overlooking an ocean, and the path was roughly halfway between them and the ocean.) They recognized the tanks as enemies, and saw that they were in an abandoned fortress which was concealed from the tanks by trees and height. They saw that they were supposed to shoot at the tanks with the cannons. Unfortunately, they had only made a single cannon ball so far. They were not prepared. They started attacking the tanks anyway, firing their single shot and trying to make more in a hurry.
The single shot was enough to alert the tanks to their presence, and they were soon under direct attack. The two resorted to some negotiation and trickery with their enemies. I remember the young lady putting on a dress with a lit bomb in the back of it, and getting the captors to panic about extinguishing the bomb (it was not intended as a suicide attack, but rather a ploy). This somehow worked to their advantage such that they were accepted into the company of strangers. (I also remember some business with switching the lit fuse on the bomb with a lit thread from the dress, somehow further tricking the enemy, but I don't think it made any sense.)
The dream ended with the sense that we cannot know whether the mysterious plan was still working, or whether they had failed in what they were supposed to accomplish.
At the point in the dream where my memory begins, many characters had been acting independently for some time. The development of the plan was now at a point where, just this once, a specific subset of the characters would be brought together in mystic space (mentally sharing the same experiences while their bodies remain far apart). Before this and after this, each would be acting independently with no knowledge of what the others are doing. However, these specific people had the unique opportunity of knowing that there was a larger plan, and knowing some of their fellow workers in the plan.
The shared mystical experience was confusing, though, and did not answer many questions. (It more or less revealed just what I've described above.) At the end, the characters still did not know exactly what was expected of them.
Once the vision was over, two people (one younger girl, the other inspecific) found themselves in an abandoned building on the top of a hill. Further exploration revealed that many small cannons were in the building, along with everything needed to make cannonballs from metal. Outside, the hill was populated with apple trees. It seemed clear that the plan had provided the apples for food, and intended the two of them to make cannonballs for the cannons. They used the furnace to cook an apple while they were getting used to their surroundings and planning.
Soon (the next morning?), a company of tanks started to pass by on a path below them in the hills. (The hills they were on were overlooking an ocean, and the path was roughly halfway between them and the ocean.) They recognized the tanks as enemies, and saw that they were in an abandoned fortress which was concealed from the tanks by trees and height. They saw that they were supposed to shoot at the tanks with the cannons. Unfortunately, they had only made a single cannon ball so far. They were not prepared. They started attacking the tanks anyway, firing their single shot and trying to make more in a hurry.
The single shot was enough to alert the tanks to their presence, and they were soon under direct attack. The two resorted to some negotiation and trickery with their enemies. I remember the young lady putting on a dress with a lit bomb in the back of it, and getting the captors to panic about extinguishing the bomb (it was not intended as a suicide attack, but rather a ploy). This somehow worked to their advantage such that they were accepted into the company of strangers. (I also remember some business with switching the lit fuse on the bomb with a lit thread from the dress, somehow further tricking the enemy, but I don't think it made any sense.)
The dream ended with the sense that we cannot know whether the mysterious plan was still working, or whether they had failed in what they were supposed to accomplish.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
The Weapon
A scientist died, and left plans to a dangerous weapon to me.
This was quite a long dream, with many elements which were not relevant to the central plot at all... I remember wandering around in a city, a dinner party... and I'm rapidly forgetting. I'll try to write as much as I can, but I will focus on the plot and then try to get the other stuff (which is basically dishonest, since the dream world doesn't care quite as much about plot as we do, although it cares more about plot than the real world does).
The desire of the scientist was to keep the weapon plans as safe as possible, but without destroying them. He thought that the world was not ready for his weapon, and would use it for evil, but perhaps one day would be ready. I was to formulate a plan for keeping the weapon out of human hands for an extended period of time.
I cut the weapon plans into pieces (or perhaps the scientist had already done this), and buried these pieces in containers along a muddy dirt road. I then created some codes which were supposed to roughly indicate the locations, but not precisely, and distributed them between 18 people. These people would act as guardians, and eventually hunt for the containers and re-assemble the plans. Things were designed so that it would be OK if some of these people did not persevere.
At one point, I remember despairing that this was a stupid plan and would not work. However, I eventually launched the project, giving the 18 people their codes and a pep talk. The pep talk was given by me filling in (in real time) word balloons on a comic-format explanation which I had made. (I was very happy with how the drawing turned out.) For some reason, I was typing from the dirt road, using an archaic keyboard which was capable of sending characters but whose main function was more specialized; I spent a decent amount of time trying to figure out the unusual button configuration (so, for example, some letters required key combinations). It seemed to me I was talking to the 18 on an irc channel (though I was also talking through the comic I had drawn). I was heartened by the enthusiasm of the 18, and came to believe that the plan would really work.
Soon after this, I was being transferred to a different school. Someone asked me why I would move to that particular area. I responded that I was being sent there by ____, who was my old-wizard character in the dream (dumbledorf/gandalf). I didn't know what I was getting into, but I assumed that there was a good reason. This discussion took place on a hill at the end of the stretch of road where I had buried the pieces of the weapon plan. It seemed as if there was a send-off party.
There as another party, earlier in the dream, in the city setting. I think this was a part of the dream where I was still trying to figure out what the plot would be. I remember wandering around the city looking for something... coffee, or a place to sleep, or a place to hide the plans. I remember coming into a large empty garage-type room, in which someone told me I could find refuge. Separately, I remember a pot-luck style party where I might have been explaining the inheritance of the weapon.
This was quite a long dream, with many elements which were not relevant to the central plot at all... I remember wandering around in a city, a dinner party... and I'm rapidly forgetting. I'll try to write as much as I can, but I will focus on the plot and then try to get the other stuff (which is basically dishonest, since the dream world doesn't care quite as much about plot as we do, although it cares more about plot than the real world does).
The desire of the scientist was to keep the weapon plans as safe as possible, but without destroying them. He thought that the world was not ready for his weapon, and would use it for evil, but perhaps one day would be ready. I was to formulate a plan for keeping the weapon out of human hands for an extended period of time.
I cut the weapon plans into pieces (or perhaps the scientist had already done this), and buried these pieces in containers along a muddy dirt road. I then created some codes which were supposed to roughly indicate the locations, but not precisely, and distributed them between 18 people. These people would act as guardians, and eventually hunt for the containers and re-assemble the plans. Things were designed so that it would be OK if some of these people did not persevere.
At one point, I remember despairing that this was a stupid plan and would not work. However, I eventually launched the project, giving the 18 people their codes and a pep talk. The pep talk was given by me filling in (in real time) word balloons on a comic-format explanation which I had made. (I was very happy with how the drawing turned out.) For some reason, I was typing from the dirt road, using an archaic keyboard which was capable of sending characters but whose main function was more specialized; I spent a decent amount of time trying to figure out the unusual button configuration (so, for example, some letters required key combinations). It seemed to me I was talking to the 18 on an irc channel (though I was also talking through the comic I had drawn). I was heartened by the enthusiasm of the 18, and came to believe that the plan would really work.
Soon after this, I was being transferred to a different school. Someone asked me why I would move to that particular area. I responded that I was being sent there by ____, who was my old-wizard character in the dream (dumbledorf/gandalf). I didn't know what I was getting into, but I assumed that there was a good reason. This discussion took place on a hill at the end of the stretch of road where I had buried the pieces of the weapon plan. It seemed as if there was a send-off party.
There as another party, earlier in the dream, in the city setting. I think this was a part of the dream where I was still trying to figure out what the plot would be. I remember wandering around the city looking for something... coffee, or a place to sleep, or a place to hide the plans. I remember coming into a large empty garage-type room, in which someone told me I could find refuge. Separately, I remember a pot-luck style party where I might have been explaining the inheritance of the weapon.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Winter
I had found, I thought, the perfect girl. We were in love, and thinking about marriage. However, some of our family was against it... mainly because of the "our" part in that last phrase. We were relatives by marriage: my father and her mother were recently married (or vice versa; it wasn't specific in the dream). They would have preferred us to think of each other as brother and sister. One of them told us (in a threatening tone) to look up the laws on incest. (These characters had no resemblance to my real parents.)
I remember the setting of the dream included two apartments which were close to each other, in the same building. Perhaps one was ours and one was theirs. I could give some detail about the layout, but just imagine that nothing is flat: no rooms or hallways are on the exact same level as everything else; all the floors are broken by stairways or ramps, and even single rooms will typically be divided into parts, such as a raised stage. The ground floor of this building seemed to be a school.
Deep winter outside. I was helping out with a class, but for some reason, we needed to call a temporary break and go to get something. I have the sense that my brother was part of "we" in this section, but there was also a teacher. The children were left unsupervised. I was somewhat unsettled by this, but apparently it was normal; they were considered capable of taking care of themselves. We went out.
It seems we had made this same journey many times. There was another character who we met along the way; we made the comment that we always seem to meet him on these trips. There were many people out today, but we made the observation that we had walked this path on days when almost no one went out, for the cold.
I don't remember much else.
I remember the setting of the dream included two apartments which were close to each other, in the same building. Perhaps one was ours and one was theirs. I could give some detail about the layout, but just imagine that nothing is flat: no rooms or hallways are on the exact same level as everything else; all the floors are broken by stairways or ramps, and even single rooms will typically be divided into parts, such as a raised stage. The ground floor of this building seemed to be a school.
Deep winter outside. I was helping out with a class, but for some reason, we needed to call a temporary break and go to get something. I have the sense that my brother was part of "we" in this section, but there was also a teacher. The children were left unsupervised. I was somewhat unsettled by this, but apparently it was normal; they were considered capable of taking care of themselves. We went out.
It seems we had made this same journey many times. There was another character who we met along the way; we made the comment that we always seem to meet him on these trips. There were many people out today, but we made the observation that we had walked this path on days when almost no one went out, for the cold.
I don't remember much else.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Fragments
I am trying to remember the dream as I write this.
I recall a village which was distinct for having almost all women, with only a few men. This place was next to a lake. There was a rich man who thought that he could live in this place and have many women; however, when he approached the women sexually, they would cut him in a ritualistic way. He had many cuts, which formed patterns across his arms and face, but it seemed as if he was not learning to behave differently. Perhaps he enjoyed the cutting.
I think he was acting as our guide in the village. We arrived at the beach. The beach had two different areas, which I thought of as two different "rooms". I didn't figure out exactly what the two areas were for; perhaps one was for children (families with children) and the other was for adults. The area with more children had many different toys, which I figured out were brought by the families, not belonging to the village. These toys were mostly different kinds of artificial walls, to build fortresses, slides, et cetera with. I slid down a wall one child had placed against a large, unusual structure of sand (a natural wall, with a somewhat solid flat top).
I'm sure there was stuff before all of this; specifically, travelling to the village...
Monday, January 10, 2011
Dream #9
I was participating in some sort of con, dressed up as a character. There was another person dressed as a closely related character, as well as a few other friends. (In the dream I was not clearly Abram Demski. The person dressed as a closely related character was also closely related to dream-me... maybe spouse, sibling, or perhaps close roommate.)
There was definitely halloween-themed stuff going on... actually, there was a halloween-christmas themed decoration: every so many minutes, a "haunted santa sled ride" would happen-- this was all robotic, and went from the edge of the hotel property to right up next to the door, and back.
There were a couple of people who were asking me to fix their computers, somewhat crankily ("you guys are computer experts, you should be able to just fix this"). This, at least, is something from my life!
The doors to the hotel were falling apart, and easily breakable. At one point this was totally surreal, as if the doors were pieces of crumbly wax which were piled on top of each other (stacked like fallen dominoes), and I had to wedge an opening between them.
As the dream was ending, I was talking to someone else in the entrance of the hotel, and I suddenly noticed that a guide to small talk was posted on the wall. It was only three or four rules, but I couldn't read the whole thing exactly since it was a dream-- I just got a general impression. (My explanation for this was that I had only skimmed it, but when I looked back to try to read the whole thing, I once again only skimmed it.)
There was definitely halloween-themed stuff going on... actually, there was a halloween-christmas themed decoration: every so many minutes, a "haunted santa sled ride" would happen-- this was all robotic, and went from the edge of the hotel property to right up next to the door, and back.
There were a couple of people who were asking me to fix their computers, somewhat crankily ("you guys are computer experts, you should be able to just fix this"). This, at least, is something from my life!
The doors to the hotel were falling apart, and easily breakable. At one point this was totally surreal, as if the doors were pieces of crumbly wax which were piled on top of each other (stacked like fallen dominoes), and I had to wedge an opening between them.
As the dream was ending, I was talking to someone else in the entrance of the hotel, and I suddenly noticed that a guide to small talk was posted on the wall. It was only three or four rules, but I couldn't read the whole thing exactly since it was a dream-- I just got a general impression. (My explanation for this was that I had only skimmed it, but when I looked back to try to read the whole thing, I once again only skimmed it.)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Dream #8
Laura was dressing for a job interview, mostly selecting from my clothes because we were at my place and she only had what she was wearing. The job: illustration. She figured that she should therefore dress in a colorful manner. I didn't really think all the colors matched, until she was dome selecting from my clothes and added a translucent silk scarf that she'd had with her, which happened to have most of the colors as the clothing she'd selected. (These included orange and purple, but I do not remember what else.) The pattern on the scarf was some sort of flying thing (a bird or an insect).
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