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Last night I dreamt that I, along with my friend who is most highly certified in the kicking of ass (even if the highest of those certs is street cred), were stuck in some haunted estate. From what I recall, we were set upon by furniture (couches, chairs) as well as ghosts in more traditional form. I don’t remember if we got out. I think at some point we reached a car, but either things were the same wherever we went or the car didn’t work. Either way, it didn’t help us get away.

Some message from the back of my brain about friends fighting their ghosts together, maybe.

Last night I dreamt that I had recently enrolled in a martial arts school. Everyone else (maybe eight people total from Manchester, Park, and Hilel) already had a black belt; I think mine was red. An official had come from the parent body to evaluate the pupils. At first…I was told to sit with the higher ranks during the evaluation. The test was to drink this milky liquid (though it certainly didn’t taste like milk) and draw characters on the floor by blowing out air that was laced with the liquid. After I drank the liquid, someone told me that they should be representing the school and that given my rank I should sit back with the rest of the audience…I entertained myself by blowing characters. The black belts were unable to pass the test and our instructor was upset that they were tested on something that they hadn’t been taught yet.

Fragmented dreams last night. I’m lucky I had any what with how late I stayed up.

I have images of visiting a friend, one who particularly values her privacy, at home and spending time with her family and friends there (no carrots that I can recall). At one point walking down the street making plans with someone on the other end of a cell phone. Walking with a girl between myself and Chunk from high school. I’m not sure that I recognized her face but I’m sure I knew her (know her?) as a great friend. Chunk was talking about the civil rights movement in the middle east. There was someone, someone sleazy, trying to pick up on the girl. At one moment though, as if a wave crashing, we realized love for each other.

At one point I had dreamt that I was awake in bed and unable to sleep. I grabbed the book next to me to start reading and woke up with a severe worry that I lost my bookmark. Awake, I started to look around the bed for it but was assured it was only a dream when I realized there was not book next to me from which my bookmark may have fallen.

Woke up from a dream at about 5:30 this morning. Scribbled it down as an SMS before falling back into a fitful sleep.

I was living in a house next to campus that had a layout similar to the house I used to live in on Hillview. My housemate wanted to move into the garage so she could have a seperate locking entrance so that the random guys she was planning on starting to bring over couldn’t get into the rest of the house. Mike and Cath were also living there.

One of the guys the housemate going into the garage was bringing over she met showed up in a beat up black Celica. She said his name was Shortie. He was short for a guy, maybe 5′ tall, and quite round. Thinking back now, I don’t think he would have actually fit in a Celica. My Mom and her bf were there visiting and Shortie was trying to teach me how to give props the way he liked. I didn’t appreciate being tutored by this guy and when he came at me for a shoulder knock (after I side-stepped the first three) I decided to flip him over and floor him. Guess I’d been getting some marital arts training in my dream-world ^^ .

Mike and Cath pointed out that with a spare room in the house we could bring in someone who’d fit with our house better. It was a good point. 

In the dream that punctuated the fitful sleep that followed I was tied into some myspace speed dating situation. *shrug* 

Have to do a load of colors, I’m scraping the dregs of my sock drawer

Must have been wiped out from being up late working on that paper the other last night and then waking up early yesterday. Went to bed around 8:30, woke up around 8:10.

Dreamt of Love, friends, and good news. One part with a police helicopter, but they weren’t there for us.

Later I was working, some driving gig (read: wheelman) but I I was in a British car; had to concentrate on which pedal was the gas.

Wonder if watching SinCity was any influence…

Vignetting: a lens defect that reduces light at the edges.

Bed before 11, woke up at 3:27. Dreams again.

I was on an island, it looked forested from where I was standing on the coast next to a simple, single wood-plank pier harbor. Some girl came running from the interior. She’d been running from a t-rex with such fear that she hadn’t realized she lost it. She went running down the pier which started to collapse under her feet. As she started to fall into the ocean I grabbed her by the shirt and kept her up. I wasn’t able to lift her quickly enough from what would be her second distress and she got hit in the back of the head with the oar of a passing row boat. She didn’t realize where the hit came from and blamed me since I was the closest one >_< . I tried to explain that I was only trying to help and that I wasn’t the one who’d hurt her but she didn’t believe me.

Thought I didn’t recognize her, within the dream she must have been part of a larger party (that had included me) because soon there were four of us heading into the interior. The two newcomers in the lead turned into this hedge-maze and the girl and I followed. Within the maze the two of us farther behind were attacked by a large flying bug and a rogue (I know..geeky RPG dream). Despite taking down both of the attackers the girl still gave me the cold shoulder.

My lot, I suppose

I might have figured something out here: if I go to bed before I’m positively exhausted (around 11 o’clock) I’ll actually get to dream. It’s either that or the frustrations of my paper or whatever else is going’ on….maybe a side-effect of the curry. But the last couple of night that I did go to bed nice and early I was able to enjoy a couple of strange, discomforting dreams before waking up and not being able to get back asleep (some dreams haunt you just long enough).

It’s a positive change for me that I plan on enjoying through the fog of miserableness that they (especially the last one that I won’t recall here) are leaving with me since I rarely dream. Well….rarely remember my dreams, anyway.

Something that does tend to disturb me, and might start to impact my friends, is when people I know are in the dream and take on a role that leads me to worry. A couple more hours and I won’t have to worry about waking up anybody I’m feeling compelled to check up on :-s

Peace and Love, all
and I wish you well

Mike, Mom, Vito and I were in an airport in Wash State (I think). We were in a lounge waiting. I went off with my laptop, Mom and Vito followed me. I went through a security gate which beeped at me. A guy dressed like a security officer but with no badges or IDs came up and asked to for the laptop. I could tell he wasn’t a security officer and didn’t give it to him. I started back toward the lounge with him following. When I got there I noticed he was playing with a largish black box. I could tell something was going to go wrong. When he got into the lounge I started running down the rest of the corridor. On my way down I heard the explosion and felt the hall shake. I kept running and jumped behind a couch expecting to be enveloped in the Hollywood-style wall of fire that never came.

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Had this dream that Frank sent me a massive text message (can’t they only be 160 characters long for Cingular?) explaining that he wanted me to scare him at 9:30 to wake him up so he could test a theory. Apparently he had developed this notion that the speed a person wakes up at is proportional to the speed that they’re woken up at…something like that. But when I came out to look for Frank this morning, he was nowhere to be found. The only remnant is a neatly folded quilt and a cup of yerba mate tea that looks like it was well loved….where did he run off to loaded on caffeine and deprived of sleep?