Friday, 4/17/09
I dreamt I drove to a secluded cul-de-sac in the woods. There was some sort of event going on there where people were displaying large sculptures of animals around one of the lots. I wandered in, and caught the tail end of some strange events. Read the rest of this entry »
Saturday, 4/18/09
I dreamt of a video game. Like many game dreams, the visualization was solely of the game itself, and the act of playing the game had no role. I was playing a flight simulator with my grandfather over the net, showing him how to play the game. He was having a hard time with the very modern scenario I had selected, dogfighting at extreme range with missiles. I was familiar with the scenario, so I thought I could teach him better with it, but he seemed less into it than I would have liked.
When I switched to a different scenario, propeller driven aircraft dogfighting over a large lake in the countryside, he was more interested, and he wasn’t the only one. After taking potshots at him during a dive, I heard my grandmother and my father both trying to give him advice. I think they wanted to play, too.
Tuesday, 4/14/09
I dreamt…
By now, other children had come out of nearby rooms to see what was happening. they were scared and alone. What kind of place was I in, anyway? Knowing that the building might collapse, and also where the stairs were (at least in nearby time lines) I told the children to follow me outside. They may not have liked being bossed around by a little girl, but leaving sounded like a great idea to them. Read the rest of this entry »
Tuesday, 4/14/09
I dreamt I was a super hero, trying to solve a big problem where villains were using time travel to get their aims. Though I had no idea what those aims were, any time time travel is involved, you know it’s a bad thing. I had acquired a time machine of sorts. Like the villains’, it didn’t move you forward or backward through time, it moved you sideways, to other time lines. Unfortunately, the shift didn’t always go according to plan… Read the rest of this entry »
4/10/09
I dreamt it was lunch time in high school, though it may have actually been middle school. I sat at a table surrounded by an unlikely group of people. The kids that I hung out with were sitting with the more popular sports-oriented people. I was just sitting and watching. The jocks were giving hell to one of their own. Read the rest of this entry »
4/6/09
I dreamt I was sitting in the back hall of my mother’s house with a small clutch of turtle eggs in a box by the wall. They were hatching. I felt that I’d been caring for them for some time, and I was very pleased to see them all break free of their shells. Some were much larger than others, but they all seemed to be the same species. They stated to crawl about, and I was pleased to see them so mobile so quickly. Read the rest of this entry »
3/24/09
I recall being a young teenager, and breaking into another boy’s house with a friend. We were sneaking up to his bedroom to swipe something from him. I think it was some medieval weaponry. We had found it, when he noticed us! Shouting in rage, he lurched out of bed, and we ran with the goods. Read the rest of this entry »
3/14/09
Inside, the building was nicely furnished. I was in a long narrow room, with bookshelves on the wall leading up to the window I entered through. There didn’t seem to be any doors in the room, which is strange, and it was barely wider than a hallway. The wall across from the window I gained entry through was shelved, though otherwise bare, and I reasoned that there must be an interior entrance to this room, and that it was unlikely to be found on an exterior wall. Read the rest of this entry »
3/14/09
I dreamt that I was sitting by the side of the pond at my father’s house, trying to catch this big frog I had been watching. I slowly laid down next to the water, watching him. He was big and pale green, with large eyes, even for a frog, and he looked to be smiling. I wanted to catch him because he didn’t look like a native species. Read the rest of this entry »
3/12/09
I dreamt I was in a fist fight. And won, too. My opponent was a few years younger than I imagine myself to be, perhaps seventeen years old. He was much bigger and stronger than me but I still managed to walk away with only a few bruises and bloody knuckles. Read the rest of this entry »