Wednesday, December 29 (labeled 2004)

This one is labeled 2004, but is at the end of a series of December 2005 dreams. I don't feel like verifying my facts, so let's just assume I traveled through time.

Writing at 7:45pm, ~10 hours after waking.

I remember lots of darkness. Sky black, water black... The only light seemed to be from cracks in the stone. I was in a deep valley with water below and vertical walls of black stone. I must have been flying because I glided up from under a bridge onto a pointed cliff guarded by a possibly headless demon-man in huge black armor. Cracks came up more and in them was more laval, not coming out, just being hot and lighting. Behind the man was a house, somewhat Japanese in design. All black.

Now the cracks were defining edges of small squares. My desire was apparently to own or control these regions somehow. Oozing from the center of each was a small orange glob with a face in it. I looked up and touched a few - seeing Saddam Hussein and a couple other faces of evil men. They may have been lost souls.

Achieving lucidity was the initial goal of keeping a journal. What I learned from the process was that lucidity is ok, but remembering the second half of your life is the real reason to do the work. Because I was so excited this time, I wrote really sparse notes about it.

As dreams do, this one changed dramatically. I was no in some sort of courtyard with my friend, Momo, leaning on a wall with bushes and windows opposite us [20 feet away]. I think things were still black or at least all gray. I walked to a familiar door. Entering it, I noticed that the designs on the outside were of the wrong colors. I verbally stated this and looked back. Now they were right. At this point I became lucid. [Because I was excited] I had to spin twice to maintain lucidity. [It helped.] The apartment inside was laid out like Ladymama and Papoman's condo (though I didn't recognize this in the dream). Someone was at the kitchen entry but I ignored them... [I went into a room where Papoman's workshop should have been and really noticed I was lucid. Everything was in a blue fog. [I spun, but it wasn't enough to keep me sleeping.]

December 19, 2005, 2:30pm, Bs.As. Argentina

Between the last entry and this one I must have read something about how to keep a proper journal: details are the thing. Story arc means almost nothing, but the color of the floor you're standing on! That's the thing! It's still pretty ambiguous, and the scenery is meaningless to anyone who wasn't there. I can remember now that the color of the air was yellow as I walked out of the school, but I think it cleared away as the dream went on.

This one was written a few hours after landing in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I took a nap in the apartment where I stayed and when I woke up, I had to start writing. Although it's scary stuff and I cried in it, I wouldn't call this a nightmare.

All manner of emotions can find you in a dream, but for a nightmare you have to have that ambiguous, all encompassing, hollow, anxious terror and it has to be definitive and absolute. You have to be invested in the outcome. This one was more about sadness and perhaps guilt.

I can't remember any dream I've had as a developed consciousness that I would call a nightmare. I think some part of me always knows I'm dreaming, which'll really ease the anxiety. The outcome is just a matter of fact I don't know yet.

At Pioneer HS - don't know where I was going on the inside, but I think something about the auditorium. I walked outside by the school flagpole and some people were watching the sky. A jet flew by, trailed by a jumbo jet, both pulling a high-g maneuver. Everyone yelled about how a jumbo jet can't do that. I saw something snap as it disappeared over the school. We all saw the plane fall behind the school and our view was blocked as we heard it explode. I imagined people inside fighting a terrorist to bring down the plane and I started to cry.

I saw another plane diving and explode without flames over a white office building where in real life, the football stadium (Pioneer's, not Michigan's) is. It completely vaporized without flames (it looked like a splash of water on the ground that quickly evaporated) and I thought about all the people who had just died.

Next plane was flying from downtown direction and pitched down into the building. I heard it crash and said "wasn't that the auditorium?" Immediately after, people began running out the front door and I turned around to see another plane flying toward me, but overhead. It rolled over and pulled up toward the ground, hitting 50ft before me. I was hit by the wing and I tried to jump over it. I had to let myself fall and hope, fairly certain I would be crushed and smeared. I landed right next to a curb and the wing went right over me and so did the elevator.

Suddenly I was part of a TV commercial. Under a car in a marsh/swamp was a dog fetching a stick. He began surfing and I marked the measured values of the locations of his feet on the surfboard. I was very excited when I saw that two were exactly aligned at ".16".