I woke up several times, quite dehydrated last night. This sort of sleep tends to produce little mini dreams that I can only vaguely remember the main bullet point of, all of which are different.
One involved my trying to return a swan egg back to its nest. Some creature had removed it, so I had to track down the egg, then find a way of accessing the swan nest, which was floating on the surface of a pond next to an old stone building. I had to drag it to store with a stick and place it carefully in there, then try to push it back to where it was with said stick.
Another dream involved malevolent children. I don’t know much else.
Another involved extremely tiny cute creatures – not sure if they were bats, cats, birds or whatever, but there were three of them and they were the size of tiny mice, or huge bugs. They were really adorable. Oddly for a dream with such subject matter, I did not have anxieties about protecting them or about their imminent danger.
I recently watched a few videos on lucid dreaming, in particular the FILD (Finger Induced Lucid Dreaming) technique, in particular ones by GizEdwards, a goofy Brit. This morning I had a dream in which I realized I was in a dream, and wiggled my fingers as suggested, and then assumed I was in a lucid dream. So I wake up and tell people. Then I wake up again, and it turns out I was in a double nested dream. Some Inception type bullshit going on. Essentially, I did not have a lucid dream.
It was the zombie apocalypse again. Human survivors were scattered around. It wasn’t so sparse as in many zombie apocalypse stories, but the zombies still had the upper hand and survivors lived in fear.
I and some others lived in the top floor office of a massive warehouse/factory type complex. It was handy because we could monitor the floor below from the office window. Zombies would get in and wander their way near us. They could be taken out without alerting zombies outside, because it was indoors, but there was enough clearance room to have ample warning and reduce risk. It was a pretty good situation. Continue reading
Lived at the old High Park house from a few years ago, but with my family. I entered the livingroom one morning to find all the furniture in the entire house shifted to a big mass in the center of the room.
My father had decided to renovate. He did not discuss this with anyone, even though it would involve a severe inconvenience to all and we might even be required to contribute (this vague awareness that I did pay rent at the house that was the basis of this dream probably supplied this impression). This annoyed me. I was further upset by finding all kinds of disgustingness, including a mangled skunk/crow carcass in the toilet, which I for some reason decided to move to the stovetop, perhaps to cleanse with fire.
I had a job in some big glass office room where perhaps a hundred suited middle aged men also worked. I had been apparently secretly collaborating with someone on some sort of fanfic movie of a computer animated porn movie series. Turns out the guy I was collaborating with worked there too. He was a hipstery Asian guy. Once I learned of this, I kept being worried that I would be found out by my employer due to this guy’s carelessness. Later I learned this guy wanted to keep it a secret too. So I felt better. Continue reading
My sister N was keeping a raccoon at a hotel our family was staying at. We were on some sort of resort thing where my parents had pre-established elderly friends. Anyway everyone seemed ok with the raccoon but me. I kept telling my family that it would bite us in our sleep and give us the rabies. Kept insisting that it had rabies. My sister had set it up a little room inside this massive oven that was in one of the rooms of the hotel suite. He even had little furniture and things. There was a frozen turkey inside the oven that we were just starting there, and she didn’t seem bothered that he kept trying to eat it. No, he won’t eat it, don’t be silly, that sort of thing. My mother was totally unconcerned, saying she had to spend enough time preparing food for the family that she didn’t have any left over for caring about whether or not a raccoon is something to be concerned about. Continue reading