Category: Dreamlog

A haunted house built by friends where you walk up a set of stairs and then a wild bear is released from the end of the hallway and you have 10 seconds to dive into a narrow pool of water under a wall next to you, worrying that your feet aren’t following you fast enough. We turn the lights on and it’s just walls in an old house in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere. Outside there’s a crop circle of bent wheat that looks like a giant puddle of water. We look into it and see wildlife underneath, boars and other land animals. Two of us go back inside the house and turn the lights back off. It’s just an empty room with a giant bed and the wall facing the wheat puddle is transparent. We climb into the bed and feel peaceful in mostly dark but some light from the transparent wall as we watch the animals dance and swim upside down.

I was in a very futuristic building with like the Indiana Jones of space travel and we were trying to get the team together for the final return of these aliens we’d been trying to hunt down and summon for several years. We were looking out a wall of glass windows at a several stories high spider-esque piece of metal and flashing lights that suddenly started coming to life. We rushed to get the scientists back into a coma state and into their small spacecraft so that these aliens would take them with them, but I remained awake to watch the giant spidercraft come to life. I tried filming it with my phone but it took on a terrifying face and personality instantly, I had to hide in a closet on the side of the room as it looked murderous and instantly came after me. I used my phone as a periscope around the corner and I could see it stretch a tentacle out to feel inside the closet I was in. It very gently ran this tentacle up the frame of the door and having no space to move into, I was forced to let it brush my arm ever so slightly. Instantly the jig was up and a large alien male was sent in to retrieve me. I fled the closet and ran out into the middle of the room, which had been turned into a giant, blue-green self-similar fractal, with deep levels that you could walk through like stairs. Instead of walking down the levels I jumped to the deepest one I could fit through but ended up getting stuck. I soon realized this fractal room was an alien technology for entering their realm, and once the male alien got me unstuck, he lead me down the levels into their realm. Here everything changed. Where it felt like we were about to be trapped and enslaved, we were treated like kings and queens, they dressed us and celebrated and actually appointed us their new queens. I remember being very surprised at the beauty of their technology and overwhelmed by how nicely they treated us. There was one point where I was talking with one of the aliens and noticed that at some of the taller levels you could see outside of the realm, like back out of the top of the fractal. It was trippy. 

I dreamed that I was able to do an experiment that was somehow unaffected by gravity because it was suspended in a type of fluid. I put drops of a more viscous fluid in it and the proportions of the two fluids created the perfect environment of gravitational suspension. At that point I was able to detect and observe patterns in the behavior of the droplets that were similar to the pull of gravity between our planets, leading some of the drops to orbit in elliptical orbits around others.

3-11 – Update: Just read this article today – http://physics.aps.org/synopsis-for/10.1103/PhysRevLett.110.154501

Slept with the windows open and dreamed about the outdoors almost all night.

Standing in the cul-de-sac of my old house at night, when the stars suddenly began to get brighter and move closer, which looked similar to a group of fireworks going off overhead. They exploded like fireworks and the scattering sparks formed into giant colorful shapes, spanning the whole visible sky, lighting up the darkness to almost daylight levels. They were geometric, triangles and 6-sided stars, and they would move across the sky and fade back out of sight. This happened several times, each iteration becoming more complex. Around the 3rd or 4th time this happened they were no longer just shapes, but entire galaxies, forming colorful spinning planets in the distance above.

I remember floating through the stars in an astronaut suit, with someone giving me all sorts of information about how it works and how to float through space properly. I remember coming to a much deeper understanding of these things but don’t actually remember any of the imparted wisdom. The scene slowly became more watery and eventually faded back to earth. Though it felt as though these two things, floating through space and floating through water on earth, were still taking place simultaneously.

Brief flash of being with friends on a sunny day in a green park when rainbows began to pop up all over the skies.

Sitting at lunch with coworkers discussing pitch ideas for a new client. Some seeds were planted for several hilarious ideas and I went to work with the copywriter to mock them up and prepare the pitch. A lot of attention was paid to the details of making everything perfect and ready to go. I remember a vaguely western themed commercial that we wanted to pitch, of two men drinking together in a bar with a clever setup, along with two other equally awesome but labor intensive ideas. Once everything was ready for the pitch, we sat in the room with the client and our creative director who was giving the presentation. When she got to the slides for these particular ideas I realized that she had changed them dramatically, wanting to be “PC” with the client and as a result they didn’t even make sense anymore. I turned to the copywriter and started to ask “whaaa” and he said quietly “I know”. At the end of the dream we found out that we had won the client and would now be forced to work on all these terribly uncreative ideas that my creative director had pitched instead of ours.

Dreamed last night that I was set in motion in my charger, down a highway in the dark, but for whatever reason I was trying to steer and control its course from the passenger seat. While at first this seemed like a perfectly straightforward oneiric symbol, I proceeded to attempt taking the wheel and the car suddenly became an awkwardly balanced bicycle. I struggled to take control of the rolling travesty of a vehicle but wobbled from side to side and ultimately fell off.

As a prelude to my current aspiration of taking my life under my own control, even in the face of massive change and potential failure, this dream is utterly terrifying. I guess time will tell.

Just don’t fucking fall off, ok? Laura pls.