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vivian:
dream #1
i am somewhere with some guy and micah. there are a series of rooms, all of which are extremely dimly lit. corridors. a lot happens but i don’t really remember much of it, and then at some point i am fucking around and playing around with micah because i think his friend and him are talking about skateboarding moves and being goofy about them. i cut micah’s leg; we all have a good laugh or something. then his friend and i move into another room. later micah comes towards me and he is spurting blood everywhere from that wound, but somehow he’s light-hearted about it. i start to freak out and am like, wtf, did i cut his corrotic artery or something? but i have no actual clue if that is actually a thing or if that is THE thing or how to even spell it. i begin trying to google it on some indian woman (?)’s computer and i keep spelling it wrong in google because perhaps it doesn’t exist, but i’m so certain it exists in my dream — yet i keep mispelling it repeatedly. it’s exceptionally frustrating.

meanwhile, micah is still bleeding.. it’s gushing i think through his pants, which is crazy. while i’m still frantically trying to spell corrotic artery, i keep getting theser really intense search results. i remember one page that gets pulled up is one with a lot of images of women — super stock and sterile — against white or blue-white backgrounds, with flowers, crying, and the websites have blue text atop white backgrounds as well. or maybe purple-blue. in any case, the websites are all about grieving and what to do with dead bodies, and the indian lady, standing to my left, says something about how that doesn’t bode well for micah’s injury. it is at this point, and because of that comment, that i tell micah’s friend, who i standing behind me as i’m searching on the computer, to call 911. he finally does, and i’m not sure why no one did it earlier.

the freind or the indian lady, i forget who, tells me that the ambulance is here. i look up and see the flashing lights of their vehicles and micah is being put away on a stretcher. i don’t go there right away, still so worried about spelling the word right or something. in a matter of secnds, the stretcher is taken away and the vehicle is gone. i freak out some more and ask some man — older, seemingly famous, appeared from nowhere yet somehow knows all of us — what the ambulance and hospital had said. he said they had said literally nothing and had just slammed the door and left. he doesn’t seem particularly pleased about this or particularly bummed out. eventually the two of us sit down in the room where i was checking the computer on black cushions, kind of cross-legged across from each other. i’m not really sure what happens here…

fast-forward, and i think with a lash that i need to call micah’s girlfriend sarah because i’m the only one who knows about this and the hopistal didn’t take down any information so it’s not like he’ll be calling her anyitme soon. the thought crosses my mind and he’s gonig to wake up the next morning, all alone, and confused, nd i will not be able to do anything about it.

fast-forward. i’m soemwhere else,but it’s equaly a dark place. the layout is –kind– of the same, long, narow corridors, but there is definitely way more stuff in the rooms. the one where the computer would have been is slightly narrower, whereas the one where micah would have been cut is slightly larger. anyway, i’m calling sarah from a kitchen room or something — not sure how it is shaped — and she seems ummmmmmm. not as disturbed as i thought she would be. i thought they were madly in love but she tells me that her and micah broke up a while ago, essentially, and that she is currently dating a woman, but that she really loves me, and i get the sense that she has been broken up with micah for quite a while and has been dating another woman, but still has tons of flings on the side. that weirds me out.

fast-forward. i am in a room with a bunch of people, women, or something. they seem judgmental… at some point, i am wearing a costume and my costume involves a thin white paper cone dunce hat thing and a white dress or outfit of some sort. eventually, i am with someone else add we start to run through these dark rooms — particularly the one that leads to outside, whic his like a dark laundry room crammed with a bunch of shit. in the laundry room, we run into another guy who has just come home. he has tons of things carried under his arms (like giant boxes or something), and he has so much stuff it’s awkard for him to have entered the door by himself and without help. he gives me the impression of someone like uncle jesse from full house in that he is really comforting. i have been waiting for him quite a while because he is the anti-thesis of the judgemental people in the other room or something. i feel like that maybe in him there is some sort of equalizing factor that will either make their judgments neutral or will make them think differently of us? i’m not sure. me, in my white dunce cap outfit, rush outside with my friend (?) who seems to have emerged out of nowhere and he is wearnig a red gnome cap. we run as if we are fleeing something like embarrassment and go across the stret to this other house nd sit upon their lawn, right next tot he teps that lead up to their door, right in front of what is probably their living room window. there’s some sort of decorative quality to this house that seems to match very well in my head with our outfits, but i don’t rcall what that quality that is. we sit on their lawn, side by side, and it feels safe.

Corridor
To walk along a corridor in your dream signifies a transitional phase of self exploration. It signals spiritual enlightenment, emotional growth, physical prowess, new opportunities and mental passages in your life. If you are walking through a long corridor, then it represents your desperation in trying to escape a repetitive situation or some behavior patterns. You need to free yourself of this repetition. Alternatively, it symbolizes the choices and options that are available to you. You have a lot of things to consider.

Dim
To dream that it is dim indicates that you are lacking clarity in a waking situation. You need to shed some light or perspective on the issue. Alternatively, the dream may be a metaphor for someone who is dumb or stupid.

Cutting
To dream that you are cutting something signifies a broken relationship or severed connection. Alternatively, the dream may be a metaphor for something you need to “cut out” in your life. Perhaps it refers to a bad habit or a certain food.

Legs
To dream that your leg is wounded or crippled signifies a lack of balance, autonomy, or independence in your life. You may be unable or unwilling to stand up for yourself. Perhaps you are lacking courage and refuse to make a stand. If your dream that one of your leg is shorter than the other, then it suggests that there is some imbalance in some aspect of your life. You are placing more emphasis and weight on one thing, while ignoring other important aspects that need attention as well. If you are a woman and dream that your legs are hairy, then it suggests that you are domineering or that you dominate in the relationship.

Blood
To see blood in your dream represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments. To dream that others are bleeding signifies an emotional cry for help.

Computer
To see a computer in your dream symbolizes technology, information, and modern life. New areas of opportunities are being opened to you. Alternatively, computers represent a lack of individuality and lack of emotions and feelings. Too often, you are just going along with the flow, without voicing your own opinions and views. You may also feel a depreciated sense of superiority. To dream that your computer has a mind of its own denotes anxiety about technology and loss of control. You are feeling overwhelmed and that you are at the mercy of another. To dream that a computer has a virus or has crashed suggests that something in your life that is out of control. It may parallel something in your life that has come to a crashing end.

Spelling
To dream that you are spelling a word suggests that you are trying to understand a difficult idea by breaking it down into smaller parts. To dream that you cannot spell indicates that you are having difficulties attacking a problem in your life.

Photograph
To see a photograph in your dream indicates that there is a relationship that needs your attention. You are not looking deep enough into the problem. Alternatively, the dream means that you are clinging on to the past or to some false hope.

Woman
To see a woman in your dream represents nurturance, passivity, caring nature, and love. It refers to your own female aspects or your mother. Alternatively, a woman indicates temptation and guilt. To see a group of women talking in your dream refers to some gossip.

Crying
To see someone else crying in your dream, may be a projection of your own feelings onto someone else. If you do not cry in your waking life, then seeing someone else cry may be a little easier to deal with then seeing yourself cry.

Death
To dream about the death of a loved one suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what you like about them. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, to see someone dying in your dream signifies that your feelings for that person are dead or that a significant change/loss is occurring in your relationship with that person. Alternatively, you may want to repress that aspect of yourself that is represented by the dying person.

Emergency
To dream of an emergency indicates that there is a urgent matter that needs your immediate attention. You are about to learn an important lesson.

Ambulance
To see an ambulance in your dream indicates that your careless activities and indiscretion may lead to major problems and complications. This dream may also stem from your own fears of contracting a disease or your deteriorating health. Perhaps, you should cease what you are doing and pay closer attention to some waking situation.
Stretcher
To dream that you are lying on a stretcher indicates your need to be rescued from some situation or relationship. Perhaps you need to take time out and confront your emotional demons.

Stretcher
To dream that you are lying on a stretcher indicates your need to be rescued from some situation or relationship. Perhaps you need to take time out and confront your emotional demons. To see a stretcher in your dream suggests that there is trouble ahead for you in the near future.

Sitting
To dream that you are sitting indicates your indecision. You do not know what you want to do about something. It also suggests that you are idling and wasting your life away.

Cushion
To see or use a cushion in your dream suggests that you are in need of more rest and relaxation. Alternatively, the dream may be a metaphor that you need to “cushion” or distance yourself against a hurtful situation or some offensive remarks.

Kitchen
To see a kitchen in your dream signifies your need for warmth, spiritual nourishment and healing. It may also be symbolic of the nurturing mother or the way that you are for your loved ones. Alternatively the kitchen represents a transformation. Something new or life altering is about to occur. The dream could also be telling you that if “you can’t stand the heat, then you need to get out of the kitchen”. You need to abort your plans.

Telephone
To see or hear a telephone in your dream signifies a message from your unconscious or some sort of telepathic communication. You may be forced to confront issues which you have been avoiding. Alternatively, the telephone represents your communication and relationship with others. To dream that you are having a telephone conversation with someone you know signifies an issue that you need to confront with that person. This issue may have to do with letting go some part of yourself.

Judgment
To dream that you are being judged indicates that you are being put through some test. You are seeking acceptance in order to move forward.

Clothing
To dream of your clothes is symbolic of your public self and how you are perceived. It is indicative of the act you put on in front of others. Clothes are also an indication of your condition and status in life. Thus, if you wear clothes that do not suit you or that you normally would not wear, then it suggests that you are putting up a front and trying to deceive others. Something in your life is “unsuitable”. It may be a symbol of hypocrisy and being someone that you are not. Alternatively, it could also mean that you are revealing a hidden part of yourself to the world.

Costume
To dream that you are wearing a costume indicates that you are putting on a facade toward others. You do not want to reveal your true self and are not being completely honest with people around you.

White
White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life.�Alternatively, white refers to a clean, blank slate. Or it may refer to a cover-up. In Eastern cultures, white is associated with death and mourning.

Paper
To see blank white paper in your dream signifies your desire to make a fresh start in your life. You need to express yourself through writing or art. Alternatively, blank paper indicates that you need to work on being more communicative.

Cone
To see a cone in your dream represents a flow of ideas and feelings.

Hat
To see or wear a hat in your dream indicates that you are hiding an aspect of yourself or that you are covering up something. Alternatively, it represents your attitude or the various roles and responsibilities you have in your waking life. To dream that you are wearing a top hat denotes your aspirations for wealth. It is also symbolic of male elegance and formality. If the top hat is knocked off your head, then it suggests a loss in your status of a fear that you will be stripped of your authority.

Laundromat
To dream that you are at a Laundromat represents a transformation or cleansing. You are ready to rid yourself of past hurts. It is time for new changes.

Clutter
To see clutter in your dream indicates that you need to clean up and organize a certain aspect of your life. The dream could be telling you that you need to let go of the past.

Man
To see a man in your dream denotes the aspect of yourself that is assertive, rational, aggressive, and/or competitive. Perhaps you need to incorporate these aspects into your own character.

Carry
To dream that you are being carried suggests that you are feeling like a burden to somebody. You need to be more independent and take on more responsibilities. Alternatively, it may elude to romance.

Friend
To see friends in your dream signify aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to incorporate and acknowledge. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Alternatively, dreaming of a friend indicates positive news.

Red
Red is an indication of raw energy, force, vigor, intense passion, aggression, power, courage, impulsiveness and passion. The color red has deep emotional and spiritual connotations. Consider the phrase “seeing red” to denote anger. Alternatively, the color red in your dream indicates a lack of energy. You are feeling tired or lethargic.
Red is also the color of danger, violence, blood, shame, rejection, sexual impulses and urges. Perhaps you need to stop and think about your actions.

Embarrassment
To dream that you are embarrassed signifies hidden weaknesses, fears and lack of self-confidence. This dream also suggests that you are also harboring some insecurities about your sexuality.

Running
To dream that you are running away from someone indicates an issue that you are trying to avoid. You are not taking or accepting responsibility for your actions. In particular, if you are running from an attacker or any danger, then it suggests that you are not facing and confronting your fears.

Street
To see a street in your dream symbolizes your life’s path. The condition of the street reflects how much control you have over the direction of your life. Consider also the name on the street as it may offer some significance or advice to the meaning of the dream.

Neigborhood
To dream about your neighborhood represents a sense of community. You need to develop new friends and new ties. Consider your waking feelings toward your neighbors.

Neighbor
To dream of having a good neighbor signifies enjoyment and tranquility at home. If you dream of an angry or unfriendly neighbor, then it signifies dissension and disappointment. There is a waking issue that you need to address with your neighbor. Alternatively, the dream could mean relocation from your home. Perhaps you are in need of a change of scenery.

Lawn
To see a green lawn in your dream represents hope, pleasure, and well-being. You are in control and are making steady and smooth progress. If the lawn is overgrown or full of weeds, then it means that you are not taking good care of yourself.

dream #2
i’m in a wide open indor space with sherry, tin-win, jeanette, >, >, and i have just been entertaining them for an entire day. i’ feel like a failure of a host because i think the entire afternoon was spent doing really mundane shit with my family and that i had chosen to take my friends along on family activities and stayed for longer at those functions than probably ould have been entertaining for them (in real life this actually probably wouldn’t be a problem). tin-win, sherry, and jeanette are sitting and lounged about on cream-colored sofas, i think, and i get the impression that jeanette is kinda looking at something in her hands and has her legs kicked up a bit irreverently. i ask if they had fun during the day. jeanette tell me something like, “to be honest, no.” and then goes back to doing whatever she was formerly doing which is talking to everyone, i think, and i feel bad and ignored.

i think josh wu is nearby and he asks us if we want to go do something or go somewhere with him. i think i am the only taker. i look up at him, past some sofa, and he is holding up a giant beaker-like thing filled with purple wine. i tel him i’l go with him but that i’m not going to drink alcohol. he asks if i always avoid alcohol, and i say pretty much, and i think either he or someone else tries to offer me up alternatives to alcohol…

Glass
To see glass in your dream symbolizes passivity or protection. You may be putting up an invisible barrier to protect yourself in a situation or relationship. If the glass is dirty, cloudy or discolored, then it suggests that you are not seeing something clearly. You need more clarity in a situation. To dream that you are drinking from a glass is an omen of good luck.

Beaker
To see or use a beaker in you dream signifies your need to integrate various aspects of your life together. Alternatively, the dream represents logic and objectivity. Perhaps you need to try looking at a problem from a completely different perspective.

Wine Glass
To see a wine glass in your dream represents happiness. It may also be symbolic of a pregnancy. If you break the wine glass, then it may denote a miscarriage.

Wine
To dream of drinking wine symbolizes festivity, celebration, companionship, satisfaction and success. You are content with the way your life is going. The dream may also be a pun on “whining” and how you like to whine about things. In particular, to dream that you are drinking red wine signifies excess and sensuality.

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jeanette:
i’m “let go” from my job, aka fired. i’m devastated, and after pleading with my boss, he says, “no, please leave.” it’s really scary because i often wonder if “cutting it” with my new gig, and in the dream, i’m not. following the firing and devastation, i’m out late at night with some people, and i am teaching them how to vigorously shake parking meters to get the quarters. i fill my pockets with so many quarters! it’s crazy.

inspiration: i have been working crazy hours and although not SUPER stressed out about work, it has definitely been the “it” thing in my life since the team transition.

alex:
so i had gone on some sort of roadtrip to a small city on the water (about the size of edmonds, wa).  i had parked my car and some people and i (i’m not sure who exactly) started walking into the small city.  we took part in a few activities that involved rafts and going along the waterfront side of the city, most of which was accessible from these little zodiacs we had been rented.  the city had a cement/rock pier that went out to sea the way some lighthouse piers do, but at the end of the pier, there was a building that didnt look much like a lighthouse.  it may still have been a lighthouse, but really it looked like a short version of the space needle, and had a disproportionately large disk (though a short ver of the space needle was still very tall).  it was obviously a tourist attraction and was some what nautically themed, or at least it reminded me of a ferry.  the sun was mostly set as we (still not sure who ‘we’ is…) walked through the downtown.  despite being small, the downtown had a few skyscrapers.  this whole city would’ve been very odd looking if viewed from any particular distance.

i had been walking along the front of a very beautiful cathedral, admiring its stonework as well as the large park across from it, when i noticed a really old industrial building across the other side of the park.  its most notable feature was one giant smokestack that had a twisted look (in all senses of “twisted”). though it went straight up and down, its surface was the pattern of an upwards spiral, like a coiled snaked or a candy cane.  really it just looked like someone had chopped off the leg of an ornate dining table and turned it into a chimney.  i could see heat distortions at the top of the smokestack.. i was admiring these and the colors of the post-sunset sky when the dream took a dark turn.

i heard/felt a really deep wooosh which shook the ground.  dark black smoke started pouring out of the smokestack and obscuring the oranges of my sky.  ‘how un-green,’ i thought to myself.  a funny thought cause i had clearly not yet detected the change in flavor of the dream.  the smoke poured out heavier by the second, and there was a perceivably growing rumble.  i looked around to see if anyone else seemed to think this was odd, or perhaps this always happened in this already strange city.   the smoke grew, and there were flames visible from the top of the tower… a huge quadrant of sky was missing in the blackness.  this can’t be normal.  another deep woosh shook the city, and a pillar of flames shot out the top of the tower.  i had been walking slowly towards the industrial building up until this point, but ash and actual flames were raining down on me.  something started pelting the area around me.. it was as if i was being shot at.. i wasn’t sure what was happening, so i started to run.  everyone in the area started to run.
i had made it around the corner of the catheral and the smokestack was out of site.  the rumbles and explosions were still audible.. and it sounded as if something large was lumbering through the city.  something had emerged from the factory and was ravaging the city.  i fled back to the rafts and gathered a few people and tried to make it back towards where i had parked.  from the raft, i could see that the ferry space needle was getting evacuated; people were dropping rescue rafts comically off of the top along ropes as if it were indeed some sort of ferry.  the rafts landed in the water surrounding the pier.  i awoke here briefly, and when i fell back to sleep i returned to this dream and things had changed quite a bit

<i>dream part two: the cake is a lie (lol…)</i>

i hadn’t made it back to my car; instead, one other person and i were hiding in some strange building.. the demon thingy was still going through the city.. i only call it demon because of its fiery emergence from the factory, and the feeling it produced around it. you could feel it in the distance as if it had some sort of aura of dread around it.

my friend and i decided the building we were in was just gonna get crushed eventually (the sounds were coming closer), so we should take the the street.   we began trying to descend the interior of this building. i use those words cause there were no stairs ot typical means to get out.  the build was ultra strange, it was a multi-level bathhouse / climbing wall.  from the top, you just looked down on many uniquely shaped pools and hot tubs at varying heights, crudely simulateling small pockets of water found on a cliff face.  despite this strange array of things, an escalator ran from the bottom floor to the top floor amidst the tangle of organically shaped pools of water and man-made cliff (complete w/ an occasional fake plant).
the escalator was out of our reach, so we kept climbing down.. at times, we would make it right over one of the pools and we could drop form one level to the next by falling into the water.. at other times we just climbed.

the muffled sounds of destruction were getting nearer to the building, and the feeling of dread was mounting.  we weren’t going to make it to the bottom before the demon made it to our building.  i could see the bottom floor .. the whole thing was a giant gift shop.. but it was too late. whatever was outside was already here — albeit still outside.

and then all the noise outside stopped.  i looked up at my friend confused. we didn’t question our luck. we just hurried to the bottom floor.  there were strange things in this gift shop, mostly clothes.  there were also these small trickles of water that had come all the way from the top of the buidllding. they were clean and uniquely colored, each flowing through a small ceramic track.  at the first floor some of these things came together, and there were labels… turns out each of the colored liquids was a different type of syrup.. lemon..orange.. coffee… carrot.. lots of flavors.  where the flavors came together there was a label breaking down what flavors came together at this point and what the new resulting flavor was.  this was the weirdest place ever.  i tried a coffee one as i walked by.. and then i found this odd one made out of 6 different ceramic paths.. it was labeled “carrot cake.”  i tried it too as i went by, and sure enough, it tasted like carrot cake…if carrot cake was a liquid.

my friends (there were 3 of us now..) looked around the gift shop for anything we might need and then we reluctantly made our way to the front door.  the city was perfectly silent.  the front door was a revolving door surrounded by LCDs, showing some graphic of a small pool of water on a cliff w/ a bonsai.  the LCDs also thanked people for visiting.

one of us started out the revolving door.. and i became once more conscious of the aura of dread.  there was no way we were gonna get away from whatever it was.. even now, it was just waiting.  i felt a surge of panic as the last guy entered the revolving door.. and i ran for it too.  as i ran, the monitors changed.. i don’t remember exactly what message was written on them — something about having caught me or my death.  the structure looked as if it took a breath right then.. everything solid lifted and clenched and then returned to rest as i pushed hard on the revolving door.

the previously ornate lattice of metal making the windows of the structure thickened and doubled, effectively growing a metal cage around all the windows.  the revolving door stopped in mid path, with me stuck in it.  i felt the pressence of something.. but i was so trapped that there wasn’t much to do.  the creature manifested behind me.. i could see it because all of the LCDs were just an image of the intetrior of the revolving door. it definitely grabbed me by my hair from behind, exposing my neck, and ran its hand along my throat.  i didn’t feel anything painful.. i just felt heavy..  and i felt my body fall away from my spirit.. if that makes sense. i felt something in real life.. i felt as if my muscles all unflexed after having been tensely flexed for quite a while.

i looked down at my body and i felt suddenly confused about why i was still here…it was quickly apparent that dying was banishing me from this dream.  i turned to face this particular manifestation of the demon, and he and everything started to fade… as my dream body died so did whatever thread of consciousness felt entitled to be there.  my real body seemed most important, and i woke up.

vivian:
i’m in / witnessing a series of weird survival game shows.

the first one doesn’t feel like a game show at all. i barely remember it but there was this crazy girl, very pale, with long black hair. i open the door and she’s standing there… hair isn’t draped over her face but it is framing her face. she threatens me. i feel scared.

at some point i call josh wu and talk about him to someone. not sure why exactly.

later i find myself trapped in a… hmmm… seven foot by seven foot cube. black walls, painted. but it’s like a toilet stall… there’s even a toilet, although it seems to only be a wooden toilet seat, and the base is nowhere to be found. the seat is propped on its side, against one of the walls. the bottom of the stall / cube is open, so i can see into the next stall / cube. someone comes in and uses the toilet next to me. it’s her boyfriend. i guess he’s pooping or something, cause he sat down on the toilet seat. i can’t see that, but i can see his feet.

while he’s in the next stall, i have SOMETHING — maybe a key??? — that i don’t want them discovering. i also have a metal belt with a lot of tassle-like things on it. it’s jingling around all over the place because for some reason i’m trying to hide the metal belt from them, under a piece of dark fabric. whereas before the metal belt made no sound, now it is jingling around all over the place. i’m not sure why i decided to do that. someone opens the door…

moving on… i’m in another game. it’s a survival game of sorts. it starts off like a ‘race’ kinda, where i get a head-start and then the enemies move in. so, i start, and i run towards a white picket fence that has enough space on its bottom for a person to crawl through. as i get to the fence, i hear voices saying that the game just started so i must be still by the fence. tanks drive by. i’m trying to hide under the fence while that’s happening — not sure that that’s particularly effective, really. i think i stop because it is ineffective. 😀

a bunch of people are running down this very green grassy hill… i guess they are threatening in some way. suddenly i have a mechanical pencil in my hand, which i use as a weapon, similar to how one would use a nail gun or staple gun. i click and mechanical pencil leads shoot out at the enemy. it’s really quite effective.

i’m not really aiming and am just running down the length of the fence, shooting leads at people. a little boy gets hit a couple times and complains to his mom (who is on my side of the fence) that if one of my leads hits him at a certain trajectory, i’ll kill him. mom lets me go as a result, because she doesn’t want me to keep hurting her kid. i run away.

there are two splinters in my hand, but they’re not like lead — they’re like fish bones… clear and whiteish. patrick fugit — at least, a better-looking patrick fugit (or maybe patrick fugit mixed with paul dano… but still, better-looking) — comes up to me as i’m running away and asks me for advice, related to shooting leads, i THINK. lenny asks who he is and what he’s doing.

now my view changes and i’m watching some guy play a game show. he starts off on the second story ledge of a building, and a big grey robot comes out of this giant door below him. while i’m watching this guy, i see a flashback of previous contestants, and now the dream is no longer photo-real… it looks animated or painted. one of the contestants is shimmying on the ledge to my right (his left), so that he can get to a bucket of water, which i presume he will then pour on the giant robot from above. another contestant (from flashback memory) does something else tricky… forget. then it goes back to the guy i’m watching in real life, and he is confused and without an idea of what to do. all of these contestants are dressed up like mini robots, by the way, or stereotypical ‘knights’ that kids dress up as when they’re pretending to be knights in the comics or something… they have like a tin pail or something on their heads. hahahaha.

alex:
i haven’t had a dream this crazy in years.

i had a really weird lucidish dream about being a survivor after a zombie infection destroyed everything. i’ve had dreams where you think ahead to what you’ll be doing later, and you just kinda teleport forward in time… but this dream involved teleporting weeks ahead at a time, spanning a couple months really. the dream became lucid whenever somethign scary happened, and was autopilot the rest of the time. theres tons more than i’ve written, but it had 3 main lucid phases, which i’ve written here.

my girl (i’ll just call her that) was visiting me at my house in greenlake when the united states experienced a zombie infection (28 days/dawn of the dead[2004] style). i’ve had a few zombie-apocalypse dreams before and they’re typically my most detailed dreams. so anyways, her and i are hiding in my house for awhile when we decide that we are gonna run out of food and everything else and we should quest out into the world. we run out to my car and there are no zombies around initially, but by the time we shut the doors and start the engine, shit is starting to go down.. the dream wasn’t really lucid yet, so i’m not sure what happened, but zombies came out of houses or out from behind whatever and we just shot off towards aurora/highway 99. there weren’t as many accidents as there realistically would’ve been.. but there were cars abandoned all over, kinda like seattle after a snow storm.

there was blood and stuff on windshields and signs of struggle, but overall, everything was pretty much barren/abandoned. it was sunny and there were fires to the south. i’m not really sure what the decision process that followed was, but we were going by a gas station and we thought the flat roof over the gas pumps was pretty much the only place that was safe. we stole a tent, an aluminum ladder, a pickup truck, a luxury car w/ a sun roof (ill skip this part of the dream), and next thing i knew, we were spending the night ontop of the awning over a shell gas station. the ground up there was gravel, i’m not sure if there’s gravel on these in real life. the environment up there consisted of a 24’x36′ rectangle (maybe bigger), one green tent and an aluminum ladder.. we left our cars parked down below by the pumps. from this point on, the dream was fully lucid.

the dream has numerous ensuing phases from here.

i. FORAGING / BUILDING / ESTABLISHING SYSTEMS FOR SURVIVAL

we started improving our lives as survivors. we raided a gun store on aurora. shotguns were my favorite, my girl had a carbine she had found behind the counter. we had filled a newly stolen car with ammo, and spent considerable time practicing. my girl was really good w/ her gun. zombies pretty much left us alone while we were home (if one saw us it chased us full sprint, but there simply weren’t many around), and we were ultra ultra cautious before we entered any abandoned stores. at one point my girl and i got into a little fight cause she wanted to go into the supermarket, but it wasn’t like any of the small stores we had been to. even at the gun shop, we could pretty much see to the back of the store from the street, so it felt safe to go in. the supermarket had so many aisles — what if zombies came from both ends of an aisle at the same time? i let her go and get fruit, cause in the produce section the shelves are only a few feet high and you can see all the way to the back of the store, so i could watch her with my gun and it was safe-ish. we evaluated numerous stores in this manner and and collected lots of things gradually. zombies would come out if we made noise, so if we ever dropped anything or made a loud sound we would just run back to the cars and leave.

just driving down the road is when we would see the most zombies. they would run out towards the car from wherever they were, and chase us down the street until they disappeared in the rear view mirror. i don’t really remember most of the details from this part of the dream, except that my girl and i developed an obsession with home depot for several reasons. the door by the loading area was HUGE, so visibility was great (and that was our primary fear entering any structure). you could also drive a truck straight into home depot. we took tons of stuff. we took these giant plastic sheds and basically made a house ontop of our shell gas station. we also had a really good system for bringing stuff back – cause driving around attracted too many zombies. we would steal two cars and i would let her go ahead of me, and she would go up ontop of the gas station with her rifle… and then when i showed up (always had some zombies running after me), i would just drive around the gas pumps while she took shots at them. this was our protocol if we had anything following us within 1 mile of our home.

she didn’t like the corpses lying around our house, so i had a way of cleaning up. i had this giant hook on a stick that i had taken from somewhere (a butchery? who knows) and i would drag the bodies away from our home while my girl watched me through her scope. everything we did basically followed this pattern: one person in a good spot with a gun would watch the other person do whatever it is that needed done. i remember a detail here: we had this plastic trough down at pavement-level which was full of tools, and it was full of bleach+water, and it was where we would put any tool that had touched a corpse. we had another collection of tools that we left up at roof level. i dont remember setting this stuff up, but its clear we had tons of preparation & thought put into most things, and very strict protocols about how to get between roof level and pavement level.

ii. STUPID SURVIVORS

the next phase of the dream concerned some survivors we encountered. this clearly occurred many weeks after the, dream started if tracking time in a dream is worth anything. we basically had a house ontop of the shell roof at this point, and a bridge going from the gas pump roof to the convenience shop roof. one day, we saw 3 women in their 20s waving to us from an apartment that overlooked aurora and our gas station. the apartment looked kinda like nordheim court, and i could see the front door of the apartment by looking into the living room window. they had furniture stacked infront of the door. they shouted to us from their window. i don’t remember what they said, but my girl and i concluded we should rescue them. this dream is already getting too long, so ill cut out to what happened. i went over there and killed 3 zombies in the apartment building using a shotgun. i broke out the girls’ window and we strung a rope from their apartment to the covenience store roof (15 ft lower) and they came to join us. it was quickly apparent that these girls were a liability and had barely survived until now. an unknown amount of time passed, and the dream became lucid again because someone was screaming. i ran out of my shed with a shotgun in hand to see two of the girls screaming and looking over the edge of the convenience store. one was screaming at the other girl to “help her” (presumably the 3rd girl was on pavement level where i couldn’t see her). the girls pushed one of our ramp/ladder inventions off the edge. my girlfriend and i looked at each other, exchanging angry looks. i already had my gun and my girlfriend went to get hers. not too surprisingly, zombies ran up our ramp/ladder contraption (one of the zombies was the 3rd girl). one of the two surviving girls died right then. the last girl ran towards across the bridge between the two roofs. my girlfriend shot her in the head. she wasn’t going to make it to us, and even if she was, i didn’t care; i would’ve killed her myself.

we were gonna close our makeshift front door before she’d make it to us, and anyways, fuck her. i was actually scared in this part of the dream, and it had a nightmare flavor to it. this can be contrasted to the previous ‘vibe’ in the dream, where it was more about my girlfriend and i overcoming everything. my girl and i were backed up in our shed with our guns aimed at our front door as zombies tore through. we shot them systematically, killing somewhere around 10 in total. i went over to the door, stepping around the pile of corpses, studying it for movement. i looked up at my girl and she was loading her gun. my fear paired with the overall lucidity told me i was about to be punished. it was one of those dream things where you try not to think something cause you’re scared that thinking about it will manifest it. another zombie came inside over the pile (he had lagged behind, i guess) and almost got to me. my girl was screaming, and i blew its head off, effectively repainting our “kitchen.” we didnt want to touch anything nor walk over the pile of corpses to get out the main door – there was blood everywhere. i cut a hole in the side of our multi-shed house and we ducked out through it. we concluded that survivors were as likely to kill us as zombies. i remember having a discussion with her that if we found any more survivors this late in time, that they were probably crazy. she said she didn’t want to find a male survivor cause he would probably want to rape her and would try to kill me. we decided to move somewhere very very remote, no people, no zombies. both of us were really angry, i think i woke up briefly.

iii. ABANDON EVERYTHING — NEW BEGINNINGS?

the last phase of the dream doesnt really hold up to the same standard of detail as the things before it did. next thing i knew, we were driving through the desert… the earth was orange. we had been looking for houses with nothing around them. we found a two story house surrounded by very flat land and no plants. we must’ve been in southern utah or arizona or something. we boarded up the windows on the first floor and made the second floor our home. it had a deck with good visibility. there was nothing out here at all. we didn’t really do anything. we made one trip in to a nearby city to pickup canned food and gas for our generators, and i wanted solar panels but i couldn’t find any. we did find a letter written on cardboard in sharpie, explaining how to contact some guy on radio frequencies. this cardbaord sign was sitting infront of a supermarket and had a box FULL of radios infront of it. i took one of them and set it up at our house (despite our previous plan to avoid people). i was talking to 3 survivors on this radio thing when i woke up.

THINGS I SKIPPED:
– really long time spent shooting/practicing
– obsessive construction of ladders/ramps
– basically coming back with a different car every time
– falling in love w/ a car that had a sunroof (openable by remote) that you could get into while the doors were closed
– destroying the barrier in the middle of aurora
– hoarding tools, honda generators, and ice(?)
– transition from fear to matter of fact killing of scattered zombies (did some drive bys for amusement)
– removal of “cover” from roof line of sight
– discussion regarding if other nations were gonna bomb US population centers

LATTER PHASES:
– putting motion lights around the desert house
– telling a survivor to fuck off, but giving him 2 gallons of water

nick:
Part I
i’m driving around some place that is equal parts seattle and my home town of eureka, CA. Riding around in my car, but sometimes on a little electric moped that i referred to as a “scooter”. looking for some place to eat and so i pull over to park. a car parks behind me and out steps my ex with a random guy. she recognizes me and my car, and for whatever reason this freaks me out so i drive a few blocks away but have to stop in a parking lot because the scooter won’t really start. it’s moving, but the engine isn’t running. i try to get it started but no luck. then i see my ex and the guy again, waiting for the bus across the street. i panic and try to speed away out into the street but the damn thing doesn’t want to go. i’m at a stoplight, then i pull over. in the car again i hear vivian’s voice like a voicemail, but i have no cellphone. she is telling me about a dream she just had riding a scooter around town. then it’s my friend lauren leaving the msg, and she’s trying to see if i want to have that drink in honor of my birthday that she promised closer to my birthday, a month ago. i’m looking at the internet and some website for a group of which I’m a part. i recognize a couple of names like jacob and moxie. the website is this crazy hot pink with lots of flowers everywhere.

i wake up. i write this down. then i go back to sleep.

Part II
i’m in the car and i pick up wes. we’re rolling through the city, talkin’ about random stuff and i ask him how he’s really doing. he says, ‘here’s one thing that happened–” and we’re parked and some random girl gets in the car. she looks like sarah, the girl who played the vampire teen in the documentary i really acted in. she doesn’t say anything so i take off. i turn to her and say, ‘where are we going?’ she says, ‘i’m not that young.’ i say, ‘ oh, no, it’s not like that. you got in the car and so i figured i knew who you were but had forgotten. these kind of things usually have a way of making sense.’ i’m looking at this website, maybe dreams. it’s totally revamped (again). all of these people i know like moxie are now posting dreams, along with many people i don’t know. vivian has done something amazing with the design where there are thse semi-transparent shadow figures in the background of each page. they look hand-made. and due to some brilliant technology of the future i can grab them, pull them out of the internet and into the room and they cast these wicked shadows all over the walls. i am really impressed with what vivian has done and i’m about to call her to tell her.

i wake up and send in these dreams!

abe:
i had to shoot one of my buddies because he went nuts and took hostages. it was real life friend who also became a cop, though it didn’t look like him. but in the dream i knew it was him. he took a bunch of kids hostage in a bus and threatened them with grenades. but kids were running off. i remember this one little girl was running off, but this fat kid was holding onto her yelling for her not to leave him. which is weird, because not too long ago i went on a call of a robbery of a little asian kid being jumped and during his getting beaten up, he was yelling and reaching out for one of his friends who was standing there — a girl.

so anyway, i run up and i’m trying to pull the girl away. then my friend runs up to that end of the bus, and he has the grenade in his hand. he pulls the pin. so i drew my off-duty gun and shot him three times in the head/face area. then i drug him out of the bus with the grenade still in his hand, and i run as far away as possible. but then somehow, he wasn’t dead. he tried to grab at my gun so i shot him three more times and kicked him off me. the grenade never went off.

then the 2nd part was how he got to that point. it was like a flashback. i guess he was having a lot of professional trouble in his department and was getting into it with his superiors a lot. so for whatever reason, they hold a public hearing in san jose, in a big arena type place.. where he was grilled by some council. and he couldn’t really provide answers and seemed really dejected. so the crowd is in the background, yelling for his resignation, and the council voted to do so. and i saw his mom running wildly in shock. he was just hanging his head the whole time, and his attorney runs over and holds up a sign saying, “you guys just let him down,” or somethign to that effect.

inspiration: stressful situation at work. let’s just say, i came the closest i’ve ever been to shooting someone.