Date of dream: Saturday, February 11, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(DAY) I'm in a prison-like place looking for a way out. Everything has a blue-ish tint to it and the effects of shafts of light coming from barred tiny windows along the tops of walls have a pronounced effect. I enter a hallway and follow it to an empty 10x10 concrete room with these windows at the top of the walls and notice that one of them doesn't have bars so I jump up and start climbing out. The dream cuts and I'm in the passenger seat of a police van with fellow inmates. We've somehow acquired crowd control gear and it appears as though we've appropriated the van by dressing as police. We're speeding through the outskirts of the jail but there's no way out except through a brick wall so the driver guns it for the wall and crashes through it. Everyone's rocked and bouncing around. Another brick wall; the driver guns it again. Again we crash through it. The van is in bad shape at this point but there's one more brick wall we're heading for and this one is a perpindicular junction of walls intersecting, though not as tall. I'm about to speak up about how we don't have enough momentum to get through something with that kind of structural integrity but it's too late to turn and we smash into it. Instead of breaking through, the shortness of the wall causes the van to flip over the wall slowly and crash down upside-down on the other side. The dream cuts again and we've escaped, now hiding out in some kind of small caves dispersed on a sandy plain with tiny bodies of water. It's like a desert oasis in appearance, everything's orange and clay colored. The sun is setting. We're still in riot gear and the crew is working on setting up barricades made from furniture and random items.
At this point, around 2:30 AM, I wake up and use the bathroom. Takes about 20 minutes to fall back asleep fully.
(DAY) I'm in bed in a nice house in the morning. My old band Holy! Holy! Holy! from Portland shows up to visit unexpectedly and Micheal (vocal/guitar), Angela (accordian) and their kids Whitman and Faire come into my bedroom where I'm watching TV. Whitman jumps on the bed and I scoop him up while saying "WHITMAN! I missed ya buddy!" and give him a hug. They've brought a bottle of some kind of chocolate liquor which from a short, stout brown glass container that looks fancy and they pour some into a glass for me. We all drink and shoot the shit for a little while until Michael and Angela fall sleep on my bed. I'm still watching TV but commercials come on so I put a cigarette in my mouth and start heading outside to smoke.
The other people they brought, because it's always a large crew, are walking around the house cleaning it and keeping an eye on the kids. One guy's sitting in an armchair in the kitchen adjacent to a stove heater. He says, "We need someone to keep an eye on this thing so the kids don't mess with it. I'm nominating you!" I say while lighting my cigarette, "I'm going outside to smoke right now." He waves the smoke away and looks dejected. There's a baby monitor on the kitchen table through which I can hear people in the guest bedroom talking.
Through the back of the house to go outside, I end up in some kind of attached liquor store. One of the guests comes in and grabs a bottle of the chocolate liquor, grins mischeviously at me and walks out with it. I'm think, "Wow, she just walked right in and stole it, just like that?" A guy who seems to be stocking bottles drops one nearby, breaking the top of it and getting alcohol all over the carpeted floor. He quickly picks it up and puts the broken bottle in his pocket. Another one drops but he catches it, puts it back, and shakes out his hand splattering me with droplets of booze. I walk around the back of an aisle and space out staring at the wall for so long that the store is shut down when I go back around. Lights off, doors locked, no one there, thick and heavy plastic sheets hanging for no apparent reason. A blessing in disguise, locked in a liquor store all night, maybe I can find a way to smuggle many bottles out? Worried about an alarm on the door. The guests come by and see me inside and let me out, but I fumble over my words trying to explain what happened.
Additional Comments:
I called an old member of the band last night and talked about his new band and my potential new band so it all makes sense. Except for the jailbreak, I suppose.
I don't know where my brain came up with that house but it could very well be my dream house. The layout was perfect aesthetically. And a liquor store attached to the back? Even more perfecter.
Date of dream: Friday, February 10, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I'm working in the 30 Rock office. Liz Lemon is with me and we approach Jack Donaghy about something and are competing with each other for his approval in a playful way. The office is busy and Jack is running around, asks us, "Find my cell phone, will you?" In keeping with our competing we both take off looking for it and I find it on a desk and bring it to him. Liz Lemon and I go down a flight of stairs to a basement level. It's a finished basement looking like it belonged more in a suburban home than the offices of NBC. There's a lot of boxes and one couch, upon which sits Will Arnett and my friend Eric. They're discussing a party. Will Arnett says, "This sucks. How can we have a party with all these boxes in the way?"
CUT
(DAY) Will Arnett, Eric and I have apparently given up on the party and decided to go to a music festival instead. We're sitting at our camp which has no tents, it's just sleeping bags layed out on the grass in a circle around a firepit. We're sitting on our bags facing each other. Will Arnett breaks out a healthy-sized joint, lights it and starts passing it around. We're talking about whatever while we smoke and I notice Will Arnett is beginning to look completely baked, eyes red as the devil. He says he wants to go look for a place to buy a bowl because joints of this particular weed are just too much, and a bit wasteful. I offer to go with him, but he says he wants Eric to go with him. Eric says, "I'm way too high to do anything at this point, man. There's just no way." I think about it and realize I feel the same way, as does Will, and we all slowly end up laying down and falling asleep.
CUT
(NIGHT) I wake up at night on my bag. There's a small fire going in the pit and the other two guys are gone. I notice there's a camera set up pointed at our camp and intuitively know that Will set it up to do a time-lapse project. Will walks over from somewhere and sits down. He asks, "Hey, uh... just out of curiosity, how much do you make a year?" I answer, "I've made about two thousand dollars a year for the last several years." He says, "Hmm... I don't know how you deal with that. Wow. Well, I just found out I'm losing my job."
Additional Comments:
I've probably had less than five dreams in my entire life that included celebrities. I've gotta say, hanging out with Will Arnett was awesome. He was the kind of playful dick that's fun to be around if you don't take insults seriously, which is in line with how I picture him to be.
The sad truth is that my statement about making 2 grand a year is true. I noticed my responses in dreams to questions or statements are always exactly what I would say in real life. I often wonder if other people's dreams tend to have them being completely unlike themselves.
Date of dream: Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(NIGHT) Driving with my dad in a red pickup truck, we were on our way to some place where I was going to play the drums, which were in the back of the truck. They were set up back there and the plan was to go where we needed to go and I'd just play them in the back as they were. We stopped at a gas station and he sent me inside with a $500 bill, because apparently that's how much it would cost to fill up. Inside, the line was super long, and it seemed to take about a half hour or so of real time to get to the register. Once I got there the cashier asked me what I needed, and I asked her to give me a pack of Marlboros and a pack of Camel 99's, and to put the rest on our pump. I went back out to the truck and we went on our way.
At some point my dad ceased to be and was replaced with some other guy, who drove me to an apartment complex and escorted me to an apartment a few floors up and then locked me in from the outside. A girl was on the bed and a man sat in the corner of the room on a chair. The girl was kind of writhing about, pale, sweaty, quiet, looking a bit drugged up. The man told me I was not allowed to leave until he said so and instructed me to get in the bed. I did, and the girl cuddled with me and began whispering in my ear about how she's been in this room for months and can't leave, that the man in the corner is an observer and guard, and that this is some sort of test case. She said she was a "permanent patient." The man spoke up at the mention of that phrase and told us we could do what we wanted short of sex, so after some heavy petting I was told to stop.
The door opened and a nurse came in with two full syringes, one blue and one purple. I didn't like this, became uncomfortable, demanded to know what they were. No answer from the nurse as she sterilized. The girl in the bed told me this is okay, they do this with all the patients. The nurse stuck me with the blue one in the left thigh and injected it which caused a lot of pain, bad stinging sensations and physical discomfort. I felt just... weird, and began to squirm, getting hot and grasping weakly at the sheets. Then the second syringe in my left leg which, after injecting, the nurse used to tear open a vein. Weird viscous yellow stuff began pouring out which she collected into a small cup. I expected this to be painful but I started getting sleepy. I groggily asked "What is that shit?" slurring, the nurse said, "They're toxins that your body is ejecting." I felt sedated and passed out, had a dream within a dream that was cartoonish, something about a race track and Darth Vader.
(MORNING) When I awoke I was in an apartment bed by myself with a new observer. After taking stock of the situation I figured this had to be some sort of government experiment and had something to do with either the study of effects of a man-made disease and how it spreads from contact, or maybe a psychological profiling of how one reacts to something like this. After bargaining with my observer for a while I uncovered some similar ground to exploit in conversation and swayed him to help me escape.
Then the dream became just really strange when he hopped on the bed and we flew out the window on the mattress like it was a magic carpet. We flew around a suburban neighborhood, stopping at a restaurant which was inhabited by werewolves and which I narrowly escaped, then off on the magic carpet again over an old stone house that had fallen apart. I asked the observer, "What the hell is going on here!?" and all he said was, "Hey, check this out!" He began flipping the mattress one way and then the other, each time tossing me into the air and then scooping me up on the return, like one might see an old biplane do in a movie. The feel of the gravity was very realistic, the toss up, that moment at the peak where I was motionless, and then dropping only to land softly on a mattress. It was only slightly scary as I seemed to trust the observer a great deal, and I told him he was a great pilot.
Additional Comments:
The Darth Vader reference was surely from watching Fanboys yesterday. But the rest of it? Uh... I don't know.
