Dreamscape - October 11, 2011

It's about time that I fired up the old blog again. I have been having some amazing dreams but I haven't been writing them down.

Last night's dream was one of those highly charged dreams with tension and emotion galore. The dream picked up somewhere in the middle of the action. People were in a panic. I remember running around in a store or a maze. It was somewhere that had some order to it and yet was highly confusing to navigate. Actually it as a little like IKEA. Instead of fashionable solutions for modern living this proto-IKEA had mortal perils around every turn and something hunting us down.

There were about 20 of us dashing through this panicky course. We were together but not working as a group. Every time we came to obstacles it often took a few people working together to figure out the puzzle. People who lagged behind or refused to help out ended up being consumed by whatever was chasing us.

Eventually, all of us who were left came to a dead end. There was a cryptic set of instructions about piercing a heart. Nearby was a beautiful jeweled heart and a long curved scimitar-like knife. people began stabbing the jeweled heart, preparing to fight the peril and panicking. Somehow I knew the only way to escape is for someone to pierce their own heart with the knife. Squabbling and fighting broke out about who, if anyone, would have to be sacrificed. Nobody else seemed to recognise that it had to be voluntary. While even more shouting and shoving was happening I plunged the knife in through my ribs and freed the group. All but one guy dashed through the opening that appeared without a second look.

I slumped down to the floor tired but unhurt; apparently the sacrifice wouldn't kill you if it was voluntary. It did take a lot out of me and I was too exhausted to move. My lone companion sat down beside me. I noticed he had dark hair, a dark complexion, and dark brown eyes. I asked if he was from India. He smiled and softly said, "no, but my parents were. Why did you bother to help everyone? I found them all to be completely horrible people." I shrugged and said "It seems like I had to but I don't feel like I'm in danger anymore." After a few minutes of sitting quietly chatting we realized that we were probably the only ones who were completely safe. The others had a chance wherever they continued on towards but the two of us could walk back through the chaos of the maze to the entrance and leave.

We walked slowly back through the maze and my dream faded out.

Dreamscape - May 19, 2011 - Mythological Beatdown

Last nights dream was awesome! It was a little reminiscent of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians premise but I love my brain for constructing this one!

I am in a downtown area of a large city. I reside here (I think it's the same city as the other large city in a dream a while back. Wild!) My professor comes up to me and says "They've found you" from that point on every mythological being from Greece and Rome begin a full on assault to wipe me off the face of the earth. Apparently, being from parents who have Northern European and reside near Northern American spirit sources I became the focal point for enough of those mythical beings power to be a serious threat to the Mediterranean Mythological Beings. (It's capitalized because they were an official club or society. I stole the card off a Harpy who's ass I totally kicked.)

I had a Windigo on my side, I got to borrow Odin's horse Sleipnir to ride around on and there were a host of pixies and other weird little beasties from the northern realms all helping out. There were also flocks and flocks of ravens from Europe and North America. It was awesome!

We fought a Minotaur, Satyrs, Helios and more but I only remember just sort of street fighting the rest of them. The Satyrs went up against the Windigo. Bad call for the Satyrs; Windigos are 'cannibals' and totally devoured them (I got to punch a few from on top of Sleipnir.) The Minotaur was an old fashioned smack down. We were street fighting with anything we could find at hand. Chairs, statues, a trellis of flowers, when the Minotaur fell down into a fountain something benevolent that I didn't see (Nessie?) took it out for good. Helios was the toughest. If anyone remembers any of the old Haida stories they will know what's coming up. I remembered that Raven stole the sun so I instructed all the black birds at my disposal to swarm up and they smothered him.

I really wish I had longer in this dream I was just hitting my destructive stride when I woke up. Oh well, maybe I'll continue tonight.

Dreamscape - May 18, 2011 - Blank

No dream last night. None that I remember at least. In it's place I was just musing about that Frog that would sing and dance in the Bugs Bunny cartoon.

"Hello my honey, hello my baby, hello my ragtime gal"

That frog! Frick was he funny. Looney Tunes is awesome. Violent, hilarious, cultured, and simultaneously crude. We must expose our children to these cartoons instead of Ben10 and all that other weird crap out there now (except Clone Wars I like that one.)

Is it just me or does the old, non computer generated animation look way more real to you? I was struck by a sense of visual relief that I didn't recognise at first when watching it the other day. My brain said to me, aaaahhh thank goodness something that is actually drawn.

On the same tangent, when is the last time that you wrote something other than your name? When is the last time you made a full sentence out of ink? The fact that you are actually pinpointing this or can't actually remember is odd isn't it? That means it's so significant or non-existent that this is an issue.

Write! Write yourself a haiku. No texting language allowed. Punctuate! Do it. Do it now!

Dreamscape - May 17, 2011 - Tool Video

Remember when we used to wait for Video Stew to come on on channel 3, one of four channels that we got, to watch four music videos a week? How much the world has changed in 20 years. I remember this because the director of video stew was cool enough to take a break from Madonna and Poison to play a video from Tool one week. I'll never forget seeing Sober on that TV that one had to turn the dial to go between channels. I loved Tool from that moment on.

The reason I bring this up is that I had a dream last night that looked like it was animated in the very same way. I don't remember what the dream was about. I just remember thinking " wow this is like that Tool video, I wonder how it's happening? Is this a movie? No I'm in it. Hmmm I must be dreaming. Sweet a lucid dream!" I then decided to start singing snippets of Tool songs while marveling in the animation show my mind gave me.

Dreamscape - May 16, 2011

This night was directly affected by my experiences that day. I was at a photoshoot for Three Eyes Tribal that day and it factors heavily in my dreams.

I dreamt that I was hanging out on a beautiful sunny sidewalk waiting for something to happen. A shopkeeper or strip mall security told me to jog off and that I was trespassing and I was pretty pissed at that. One thing you get to know working in the survey industry is that any person telling you to get off their property while you are on the sidewalk is completely out to lunch. Most property lines are between 30-200cm in from the sidewalk. We started to argue about this. While we were yelling about this a beige K-car drives up. It was in almost as good of a shape as you would expect a car of that vintage to be in 2011. Behind the wheel is Monique in her bright and amazing yellow 25yd skirt and a t-shirt covered in a pattern consisting of the blue eye that is found all over Turkish jewelry. She was gorgeous (no stretch there!)

Monique says "hop in this guy's a waste of time." I hop in the car and Monique does an awesome burnout that I didn't think possible in a beige K-car while I flip multiple birds laughing like I've been smelling lots of NO2. Monique was bathed in this beautiful yellow light and looked serene and impish all at once. How awesome. I asked her what happened to her actual car and she said, "Oh this is my rescue car, for when the alter ego comes to play" I started laughing even harder now and we sped down the street having a great time. We went for root beer floats, apparently Monique's alter ego isn't lactose intolerant.

Dreamscape - May 15, 2011 - Locker Tigers

I've been very delinquent in posting lately so I'll put in a few of the past nights dreams. I don't remember much anymore. Actually, now that I am being very conscious of my dreams I am retaining much more than I thought I would.

This nights dream was one of those weird ones where you are in a school of some sort. I was definitely in a hallway with lockers lining one side. All of those lockers were painted that cheap rusty orange colour they use when the don't want to spend any money on decent paint. I really wold love to meet the salesman that sold all public offices on the ugly colours. It can't be any harder to make nice colours for cheaper paint. Can it? Is there something about the abhorrence of a colour that makes it tougher? Who knows. We could have had style in all areas instead of those hideous oranges and odd blues and weird beige that are so predominant. Ahhh but I digress...

I was standing at this locker with two other people when someone came up pushing a large pallet jack with kennels on it. This person says to all of us "Alrighty! Here's your tigers. They're just babies so take care of them" (What??) We were each given a tiger in varying stages of kittenhood and the person moves on. I remember conversing with the other two people about why someone wold dole out animals to people that are so potentially dangerous. We kept them mind you, they were just babies after all. Fuzzy cute babies with lethal teeth and a penchant for rare meat. Actually, that sounds like Gwen on some days.

Dreamscape - May 12, 2011 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

This dream started by me trying to get to my house. It was 'my house' but in another city and with a completely different life accompanying it. For one thing I was single and my friends were generic dream people again. I called one to come give me a ride to my apartment. 'Car friend guy' wasn't a friend at all and drove me to this weird little town in the middle of nowhere where people weren't allowed to have fun. I was to be detained with a sort of jailer / foster family.

The town was in the most beautiful little valley in lush hills of pine trees. It reminded me very much of the foothills or BC interior. There were pine trees everywhere giving off that awesome resin smell when the sun was shining. My detention house was at the top of the hill that the town was built on. At the bottom of the hill was a green lake. Nobody would swim in the lake. They were told that it was dangerous but it was really because swimming is fun especially when it's as nice and hot as it was.

When most of the foster family were off doing something apparently not fun, I convinced the remaining girl that there was actually no harm in having fun. She let down her guard just enough for me to get away. It was so beautiful there and so hot and nice I couldn't resist just sticking around and having a great time. I rode a chair on casters all the way down the winding road to the lake laughing like a maniac. I even got air on some of the speed bumps.

At the bottom by the lake I met the informal police force. They were basically locals in plain clothes making sure people didn't have fun. To get away and thumb my nose at them I jumped into the lake and splashed around and delighted in the water. The water had some sort of phosphorescent algae in it that swirled and made beautiful apple green patterns in the dark green water. To my delight, many of the younger townspeople started to join in. Soon there were dozens of people playing games and swimming.

I had to get out of the water some time. The enforcement team was waiting. This was when I hatched my brilliant plan. If I could get their leader on the 'fun train' I'd be off scott free. I sprang from the water on the opposite end of the beach and began making a bonfire to party around and have hot dogs and marshmallows over. The girl from the foster family was fully converted to 'team fun' and began helping out. The fun police got there. I realized that that if I drew them away everyone else could continue their fun. Started zig zag running, playfully teasing them to follow and laughing up the hill through the town. Only the leader chased me but the force was useless without him. He caught up about half way through the town which was just about enough time for him to realize that he was having fun. Triumph!

Now, what could be more fun than getting it on? Nothing comes to mind! The dude was nice looking and now that he was having a good time was actually a decent guy. Eventually, chase games and coy teases made it's way to more serious fun. It was really starting to get spicy, the way that university flings and those younger days of our lives were. The days when you could be fun and crazy because you knew there would be no need to start a relationship, consensual fun!

I don't know what happened to the townspeople, or the police guy. I just pulled a 'Littlest Hobo' by walking out of town once the 'festivities' were over.