| Heaven has many malls |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|12:06 am] |
I think I was in Heaven's classroom. I wandered out in lunch break to get some lunch, and then forgot where the classroom was. I went through many malls (and several different arcades) to find what I was looking for, but ultimately I decided to return home. |
|
|
| Writer's Block: The Wrath of Ohrwurm |
[Nov. 26th, 2008|08:14 am] |
Tata Young, "Sexy Naughty Bitchy". The song is a tribute to an idiotic, devil-may-care lifestyle that ends with millions of single mothers, and yet it is catchy as all hell. |
|
|
| Writer's Block: Where your memories began. |
[Jun. 29th, 2008|02:25 am] |
I was running down the stairs to show my parents something. The odd thing is that at the time, we lived in a one-floor apartment, so I can't explain this memory. |
|
|
| This is not super special awesome |
[Jul. 5th, 2007|03:13 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  pessimistic | ] |
I'm going to the hospital for vascular problems. They're very painful. I should be all right, but I don't know when I'm going to be able to write in the journal again. I'll try to keep track of dreams I remember and post them when I return. Ta ta, and keep me in your prayers... |
|
|
| What sports car are you? |
[Apr. 26th, 2007|12:39 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | tags | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  high | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Jamiroquai, "Journey to Arnhemland" | ] |
I'm a Mazda RX-8!
You're sporty, yet practical, and you have a style of your own. You like to have fun, and you like to bring friends along for the ride, but when it comes time for everyday chores, you're willing to do your part.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
|
|
|
| Cancer dream |
[Jan. 5th, 2007|05:58 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | illness, mother | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Rush, "Bravado" | ] |
I dreamt I had cancer. It was hard to describe, because it was one of those super realistic dreams, but it also had consciousness jumps and it was pretty scary. I felt as though I was going to die, and I was angry at my mom since she seemed to blame me for it. |
|
|
| Thinking of switching my main journal here... |
[Nov. 28th, 2006|04:51 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | computers | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Black Mages, "Dancing Mad" | ] |
I dunno. I used to be all big on dreams, but even though they haven't gotten any less colorful, I just don't focus on them anymore like I used to. Plus ever since I started taking sleep aids, my dreams have gotten very... peculiarly sane. Not much to report there, unless you'd like to hear that dream about how I magically had a Commodore 64 in my room. |
|
|
| Nuclear bomb go boom |
[Oct. 23rd, 2006|03:45 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | driving, mother, nuclear | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Haruna Ikezawa, "Love is Living in my Heart" | ] |
I had a dream about getting killed by a nuclear bomb. It's been a long time since I had a dream like that, which is why I'm posting about it. My mom was driving me around town, and all of a sudden the earth seemed to split apart. I had an image of the earth being hollowed out from the inside. We're driving to get away and all of a sudden a loud boom is heard followed by a flash of white. I scream (in the dream) and wake up. |
|
|
| More celebrity dreams |
[Jan. 1st, 2006|04:11 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | hopeful | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Jamiroquai, "(Don't) Give Hate A Chance" | ] |
Among the disconnected imagery:
1. A corporate building which was highlighted by red floors indicating personal spaces of various celebrities. Brad Pitt (his section had "Pitt" written on the floor) and Angelina Jolie (her section read "Angelina") had sections that had a common ground, and towards the end of this part of the dream I could see them heading to that common ground together.
2. A weird "MMORPG" dream sequence in which I was a bird and I kept on getting killed by a firebird, until I dived under some water, which caused the firebird to extinguish itself as it chased after me.
3. Directly after the MMORPG sequence, I became human somehow and played a fighting game in a large cabinet with a fat man, but I lost, mainly because the controls sucked. As I walked away, I heard him making fun of me and walking away from the game. I came back to confront him, then I tried to play again.
4. A quiz game with various anime characters. One of them was Sailor Uranus. She spoke Japanese and Spanish. I kept losing.
5. The last part of the dream involved Eddie Murphy, his new girlfriend (who had elf/Vulcan ears) and his mother. I was in a boat chasing after Eddie and his girl in a motorboat, and his mother was on the boat I was on saying how far he'd come. I made the remark that he'd killed himself many times and he was still alive. Ultimately, my boat outran his and stopped, and a lot of press came out asking Eddie Murphy questions. He told me to take his girlfriend out of the mob scene, and I spoke with her a bit. It was weird because she was attractive to me. |
|
|
| Dreams of disconnected imagery |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|12:57 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | little by little, "Turn Your Sorrow To Strength" | ] |
First image I remember - Paris Hilton discovers her body can channel electricity, and plays with the ability.
Second image I remember - The actor who played Bruce Willis as a kid in the film "The Kid" (I can't recall his name offhanded) is melting, and walking across a school campus, ultimately becoming a puddle of icky flesh. But inside the room, he "pulls himself together", in his words.
Third image I remember - I'm in a school that is basically Rancho Verde High School waiting to be picked up by my family. Except, unlike Rancho, there's a pick-up point on the east side. Even though I usually wait on the west side, this time I'm at the east, and they miss me.
Fourth image I remember - A shard of gold tears into the skin just under my right kneecap. I manage to pull it out, but it's become a strange iron/copperish substance, and leaves a gaping open wound.
Fifth image I remember - Kids running around the school doing useless things.
This is the night that Caswell Ellis passed away. Interestingly enough, he did not appear in this dream. |
|
|
| strange dream... |
[Dec. 10th, 2005|03:34 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Smashing Pumpkins, "Go" | ] |
I was in my Saddlebrook Lane house when there was an earthquake. After awhile, I noticed that this wasn't an actual earthquake - the earth was actually turning east (in other words, the opposite of its usual direction) which freaked me out. I tried to wake up my parents to get them out of the house because it felt like it would fall apart any second. |
|
|
| dream of fire... |
[Dec. 1st, 2005|01:02 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | hopeful | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | No Doubt, "Are You Happy Now?" | ] |
I'm finding that Benadryl is the best drug towards having relevant dreams. Restoril forces my lids closed and I don't always dream. But I don't want to make a habit out of this.
Among other scenarios in my dreams last night and this morning were a retelling of the Cowboy Bebop mythos from the beginning (which started with Vincent Volaju shooting Spike Spiegel in the back of the head in 1942). My brother asked my mom for a Pokémon as if it was an antidepressant, and then said "Don't worry, I know what's happening". We appeared on a roller coaster, where my mom said Peter Pan syndrome wasn't as bad as people said, to which I responded "Well, people who think Peter Pan's *afraid* to grow up haven't really been paying attention" on which point I immediately vomited out all the pills that were in my mouth.
Towards the end of the dream, I'm trying to buy food when I keep hearing Dee's voice on my answering machine saying things like "Respect your respect". She's talking to me like I'm in a trance. So I pick up the phone and say:
"You know, I'm glad you called. I really am. It's just... I say what I mean, but I don't always mean what I say. That's been my problem, really from the beginning. But really, don't call again. You don't have to. You have enough problems without having to worry about me."
At which point I wake up. And about five seconds later, I hear her voice in my head reply "Damn it, I am really getting tired of this."
Telepathy? I tried to reply, but at that point I was responding with my own voice. Hmm. |
|
|
| Nightmare about my mom |
[Nov. 22nd, 2005|06:10 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | cold | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Toshiro Masuda, "Nervous" | ] |
I had a terrible nightmare that began as an ordinary dream...
Well, like I said, it began rather ordinary. I was with my dad in a museum of politics. There were two wings, "Democraticy" and "Republicanism". I went down the Democratic one first, there were several cubicles where you could insert a card and have a person tell you about history. Ironically, it ended in a large bathroom. Then I went down the "Republicanism" aisle, and it turned into a rather large simulation of an office. I saw nothing but old white people for awhile, and then out of nowhere I see a Mexican guy.
He looks like a gardener, and I wave to him and then begin to climb up some escalators. For some reason, I now have no shoes on but socks (big thick dark grey ones), and despite that I can feel how hot the escalator stairs are. When I finally reach the top, the office simulation has become an airport, and some Japanese-American women grab me from behind my back and start talking about how long their trip has been. I laugh along with them like I know them, and then they're gone.
I use a computer there to check the log for one of my favorite web comics, Sexy Losers. It seems that, first off, they started using the Sluggy Freelance format; and that the author deleted all his old comics and decided to start over from the beginning. I thought it was really clever, but it made me depressed.
The scenario faded away and now the scene was quite different - I was an audience member on a late night talk show hosted by Bill Maher. The show was in a bar-like scene, and the guest of honor for the night was Dick Clark. Except... there was something really wrong with him. Like, he was retarded or something. Bill Maher is trying to selectively ask him questions so that it wouldn't be so obvious, but then Dick Clark blurted something about wanting to have sex with him, and for that brief instant he turned into a Vietnamese woman, and back again. It was bizarre and scared the shit out of me.
At that moment, I "woke up" in my bed... except I could hear the voice of Dick Clark near me, and I didn't want to turn to look. He sounded predatory; I was frightened as hell. And then... the voice turned into the voice of my mom. She wanted me. All of a sudden, my attitude changed and I wanted her too, but she was in her room and I was in mine. I said, "come get me" and then I felt something in my chest tearing at my heart. It wasn't really painful, but frightening and violating.
She kept talking to me wanting me to come and I couldn't get off bed. There was something to the side that fenced me in and besides I couldn't move anyway, being seemingly trapped in my own body, able to feel the sensation of movement without being actually able to move. She started telling me that this was what hell probably felt like, and I knew I was trapped. I tried to say a prayer, but then she inserted her own words into the prayer and it became something else entirely. Finally, in a moment of absolute desperation, I yelled, hoping that maybe it would wake my mom up in the real world, and she'd come get me. I heard the yell, but was sure my body did not do the same. I was locked in a dream, or perhaps my soul had failed to return to my body properly.
So I tried to force my eyes open. It took some time, but finally, I woke up. And everything felt cold. No... I'm no longer dreaming. |
|
|
| Sexual dream |
[Nov. 16th, 2005|02:35 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | rested | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Tori Amos, "Mary" | ] |
Lots of things happened in this dream (which took place in my old Riverside home in Shady Grove Drive).
The main thing is, in the living room was a mattress with two extraterrestrial girls, who looked like twins. One wore blue underwear, the other red. They seemed to be succubi, talking about eating people, but when they saw me, they turned into one person, in red underwear (no panties), wearing a cross.
Everytime I have sex in my dreams, it hurt, and this time was no different, but I was determined to make it through... until I heard my parents knocking on the door. I got off the woman and went to my brother's room. When I came back out, she was gone, but she reappared towards the end in a "recap segment" where one of my parents tore off her cross and she turned into a normal human. |
|
|
| Another dream... |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|03:28 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Samobmaster, "No Boy, No Cry" | ] |
Yet another Sailormoon themed dream, this one had me as Sailor Uranus (or more accurately, Amara Tenno?!)escaping a burning building with Neptune, Pluto and Saturn. As the building burned down, the Japanese versions of the senshi appeared in the sky and said they were leaving the roles to us, the English versions. I asked, "But what if we switched sides again?" to which Uranus responded (in English somehow, but retaining her Japanese voice) "Sometimes you have to let your good be consumed to remember it again." She then mentioned something about how if things like that didn't happen, people on her side of the planet wouldn't have anything to watch.
We walked home, and I thought to myself, "Arigato, Ogata-sama" in a manner somewhat similar to Usagi's thanking Seiya at the end of Sailor Stars. Bizarre. |
|
|
| Sci-fi dream |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|03:14 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | pensive | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Fiona Apple, "O' Sailor" | ] |
In this dream, I was an officer assigned to observe a room where the government was conducting some kind of top-secret experiment. A man was locked in a room with some kind of extraterrestrial creature; a purple translucent one-eyed blob. However, when frightened, the blob had abilities to travel with thought, and would leave the room, and would often kill people that tried to bring her (somehow I knew her sex) back into the room.
In this dream, the blob had created an illusion of still being in the room, but when I checked, she wasn't there. She was floating down a corridor killing people that were in her path. I showed up, stayed calm and brought her back, but I wasn't happy because I knew they would just run more tests on her. In the room, before I locked up, I communicated with her telepathically. I said that someday I was going to leave this station, and I promised to come back and save her. She touched me and felt strangely warm.
When I left the room, I was confronted by my superiors, but as it turned out, the alien had visually altered the recording so they would be forced to believe that what they saw was an illusion; the playback showed nothing serious going on. She was doing me favors. The dream made a time jump where I was out on my own, and the alien showed up in human form. She told me she was going to be my "Muse", my creative inspiration, as thanks for the promise to help me. She said I needed to do a lot of artistic work.
That's all I remember. |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
dannys_dreams's journal