Just woke from a dream where I had to travel to Japan.
Lots of being lost in airports, and one was back home, combination airport, noodle shop, and high school where the kids went.
Kept missing everyone. Erica and one of her friends knew the way to find where I’d come out.
Visual and auditory details were very high. Lots of escalators, stairs, people, etc.
Dream during wake-up at 3:30am (too early! Why am I awake & churning?)
Bond car left on our property that was found to have an abandoned, very hot radiation source. Lots of townspeople angry at us, and crazy car chases trying to dispose of it instead of continually be exposed from across the property. Hot as in picking it up was scary, but not barf and slough. Transporting it was multiple lifetime doses, not instant death sentence.
In my dream, EB fell into an empty elevator shaft from two floors up because the stairs/elevator on that side of a concrete apt building had never been built.
By the time I got to her, she was already up and moving, but looked ROUGH. I could not convince her to go to the hospital. Kids who lived there could not even get me to look over the edge.
I don’t remember much, but it was fairly early in the morning. We were at a play, at a school auditorium, which had been an evening gala. Piles of clothes lined up around the dressing and rest rooms. Several friends were playing roles, on a whim. It was sort of like live auditions, in front of a live audience. Several people were drunk from an evening of partying.
I was heading out, and navigating stacks if clothes with a 2-wheel hand truck, through the door, through what I thought was a restroom. Fun jibes with a guy on the way out. I was pooped. Then… I was outside.
And as I walked away, I saw her. She had been inside, in a red dress, with frills. Here, jeans, a white and baby blue striped shirt, and the best curls I’ve ever seen. We’d talked inside, but not much. Time jumped. because she had been in line to go on stage when I left.
Someone was trying to pick a verbal fight with her, so I walked with her, put my arm across her back, and told her to just ignore them.
She was tall, had a kind, pretty, uncertain face. Light brown, dark tan.. but with freckles. I REALLY loved her hair. All 1″ curls, even on top.
Slight Spanish accent, but mostly neutral US. We chatted, and were both kind of swooning. “Would you really be interested in dating a mean girl?” “Maybe.”
Some quips and we found the we lived close, and would try to have no expectations, but were both besmitten. We were late 20s, healthy, I was lean, and we were excited.
After waking, I still have the feeling. I miss her, and she’s an imaginary amalgamation of a comedian, my spouse, and others.
The dream before had something to do with international calls, and trying to solve something.
It was embarrasing. We had firechasies loose on the ship. One or two were annoying. They liked to toy with people, maybe singe hair. They were psychic, and imbued people with a little fear. They thought it was funny.
But this was maybe 40 or 50. The richies who rented the ship thought it would be good fun, but of course, the chasies got loose. This was a real hazard. We would have to vent the ship.
But did we? Were we just playing into their silly littly game? How long could people last with the cabins purged, Could we cram everyone somewhere safe and keep the chasies out?
I went to the cockpit, and looked out the window. Beautiful. We were low over a thick dust ring around a gas giant. Anyway, back to the plan.
I needed to make sure that others were safe if we lost control of the ship. Only one ship nearby.
“Pegasus, how many on board?”
“Pegasus Crew Transport, 51 souls on board.”
I could see them now. They looked like a lolipop with two long pontoons. Reminded me of the Precursor ship on Star Control.
They were moving fast, lower against the dust rings. They had to be hitting pebbles, but they were gone in less than a minute.
OK. We have 3 minutes of venting. Any longer, and we won’t have enough air left. Hope we can get all of the chasies out.
I feel a twinge of guilt. They’re sentient. Not overtly evil. Some people even keep one as a pet. But there’s no other choice.
And then I woke up.
I don’t always remember dreams. Sometimes not as much detail, but sometimes very elaborate, multiple scenes, etc. Usually not vibrant, like me visualizing or remembering when awake. Usually happens when waking, and usually gone if I go back to sleep. I remembered more when I was younger. Probably because I had untreated sleep apnea in my 20s. (UPPP/Tonsilectomy did wonders for sleep quality.)
I have others in text files, livejournal, wordpress, facebook, reddit.
I don’t remember much of my dreams from last night, but I just remembered that there was something where there were aliens trying to talk to us. We kept not noticing that listening, and so eventually they brought in some sort of dimensional shift.
I don’t know if it was another earth or if it was space-time folding around the earth or whatever. There were places and times where gravity was extra light or was reversed. I remember feeling the stomach drop from floating up at some point in the dream.
There was some communication with aliens through some devices that were floating around and interacting and everything. Eventually, they were leaving, and asked if I wanted to go with them. I had 2 1/2 minutes to decide. I asked a few questions about it, but I woke up before I decided.
I’ve been awake 2 or 3 hours, and it surprises me that I remember any of it. I didn’t remember it when I first woke up.
Dreamland had a big party and I don’t remember everything. Basically my grandparents Davis’ house, and the kitchen was a living room. All of the cabinets and where the stove were had a bunch more cabinets, and we had a lot of books and storage information.
I’d just met up with one of the two really tall guys that we all knew from the parallel universe. He had a Sony video recorder that used Disc 18 which was basically an 18 inch analog laser disk. It had a 10 inch LCD on the other side. It had a 1.8 inch camera lens on one of the edge near the corner.
It had hand straps on both sides so it was easy to hold while watching playback. The recording quality was excellent, but it was a little bit of an older unit. Everything had been replaced with digital and gotten more compact but the guy who had it really liked it and wasn’t ready to make the change.
Another one of the guys had a special type of mask that he was trying to use so that he would be allowed to formally date his girlfriend from the other universe, but he kept forgetting to wear it, and was probably going to get denied.
The mask had a patch of blue surgical mask fabric that covered almost the entire bridge of the nose as a sort of clamp to hold it in place. It had elastic straps down to a small patch that cover just the nostrils and then another elastic patch that maybe hung off the lip or something.
I’m having trouble remembering exactly but it seems like possibly everyone from both universes maybe had more than two nostrils. This is one of those things that you just kind of don’t remember the details because it is so mundane.
It was all very vivid and probably spawned by some memories from when I looked up my moms house on Google Maps the other day, as there were similar memory feels, and vivid connections between the houses.
Dream, running around, trying the key fob at night in a sketchy hood. Can’t find the Lambo my roommate bought.
As the dream unfolds, I’m slinking around at night with a hitman gangster (broad shouldered, Italian muscle man) looking for my roommate because he STOLE the car, and a wireless access point, from some rich kingpin.
We’re peering through dead vines crowding a light pole, and climbing over crumbling fences with house demo trash trying to not be too visible to the choppers searching.
Too hot for both of us, so trying to gtfo. We go into his apt, looking fot his keys. His apt is an old Crab Shack, but they don’t sell crabs anymore, only pig lips and assholes.
Anyway, this guy can’t believe the roomie is impossible to find, but just wants out. Song plays like a Vegas show “I ain’t got no… GASOLIIIIIIINNNNNEEE”
Meanwhile, I’m pissed at the roommie, but this ass hole will never find him anyway. My roommate is me, just an alternate personality.
Keep your enemies close, eh?
This waking dream, I was performing heart surgery on someone with a redundant brachial artery. I used foreceps to clamp parallel to the aorta, and began dissecting from the patient’s left side. Two stitches, then reposition the foreceps to expose the middle third, repeat. The last third, I clamped the edge of the aorta already stitched to keep it flat.
Once done, the aorta was perfectly round, and had just a small axial incicision, with 6 stitches. In the dream, I researched making a stepped incision, but I didn’t like the pressure dynamics of how that could rupture.
In waking, a mesh or felt patch seems like it would be appropriate. I don’t know where the redundant artery went, and whether we were going to dissect it distally for removal, or just leave it and let it slowly resorb over time, or what…
I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream of performing medical procedures before, and I’ve not been watching related things on TV either.
I had a weird dream this morning where I was with an immortal guy, but he was so old, he forgot he was immortal. Business people burned down his big house, and he wandered out back in the moonlight to the water’s edge… Further down the shore were some stone ruins that were his house from when the peasants burned his home for him living too long… There was a short woman who helped guide us through time travel back to each stage in his life, until eventually learning about how he’d started as a wildling in these very woods. We were sitting at a table as she helped him remember. I told the 4th person there with us that I was hiding my feet in the leaves, because the moist clay was so cold.
Erica told me she was sorry she woke me up, but I advised I probably eould not have remembered or experienced the dream. I woke from the floor creaking under her feet, but I said “I woke from your feet creak.”
And for the last three hours, we have been talking about the majesty of Feet Creek, and how only the freshest feet will do. The freshest feet with bulbous heels are served, but the bony parts are gifted to the peasants to make feet stew. We are all grown from feet, and I was lucky to have been grown from the freshest feet. Feet are inexpensive here near Feet Creek, but people far away often struggle due to shipping delays. Instead of being moist, spongy, with soft cartillage, they are tough, dry and bony.
feet.
feet feet.
