#10 – A Rush of Euphoria

Dream from December 20, 2013

What seemed like a wild mine cart ride through an underground cavern or tunnel ends at a station besides a rocky subterranean wall. I am apparently going on a trip with some “monsters”, stuffed animals that were telepathically speaking to me…

There is a scruffy looking ticket guy in a red shirt standing next to the tracks. I show the guy a name tag with “Jill Hammell” on it (my mom’s CENA tag at Heartland Healthcare). After he looks at it with concern, I say it is in a different language. Then I am stuffing the monsters more tightly into the small shopping cart I arrived in or on, with various signs, such as “Going to Spartyville” and “Monsters”, being slapped on the sides. Onward!

In no time at all, I arrive in a big outdoor park/arena surrounded by rock walls and various openings. Waterfalls, streams, lakes, rocks, and lots of green plant life are some of the features around here. I walk through a large opening where there is a small plateau or cliff overlooking a wide open dirt land or desert; there are no signs of life for miles and a scene from Attack of the Clones comes to mind. The sky is a clear blue, with relatively few clouds. Parked out on this balcony of nature are some cars – some junky and some that a millionaire might drive. As this sequence continues, the barren wasteland becomes less visible and the focus is more prominently on the cars that are facing me, headlights first. I try to take pictures with a wimpy flip phone but the image keeps on ending somewhere else, with me standing in front of the scene.

From a twisted, dark corner in my mind: “Taylor will get cancer on your birthday”, Jack says to my sister Emily, talking about her beloved friend. He says it with no hesitation, in a matter-of-fact way. Cold and unemotional. Well, then…

I am in the cold section of Walmart, picking out Seagrams from a box. There are many flavors I have never seen, making it hard to decide. I skip over the Tangerine flavored one I have already tried. Alicia, Taylor, and Emily are with me.

Mom and dad are on the couch at the Erie Rd. house at night watching The Simpsons, laughing together. Homer Simpson is dressed like a woman. He pulls off a wig and white cloth wrapped around him like a toga. The fake “boobs” that he is wearing, stuck on with toothpicks and similar in look to olives, are plucked off, one by one. He then pulls off a lower set just below the original ones, throwing them into the campfire. The flames fly up. Whoosh!

The dreams continue with me talking to Hannah Kulwicki, a short girl from the Career Center, on Facebook about Harry Potter, with questions about how HP7, The Deathly Hallows, is different from the other books. It becomes a contribute chat from other people. The answer is that HP7 is set outside most of the time than the other books. I even see the promotional logo that was used in various trailers and posters for the upcoming two part finale of the film franchise.

A rush of euphoria sees a version of me skateboarding down a paved street at night, with a castle growing smaller behind me. I am trying to catch different people on skateboards. “But you can’t catch them”, someone says. Then I’m walking down the street with random strangers. I head off to bed and “Leave the Pieces” by The Wreckers starts to play in my head, with images of mom and family bouncing around in my mind.

Last, but not least, I am in a car with some relatives being driven around our Windham Hills mobile home park looking for a New Hampshire Drive. Some stranger is driving us – I cannot see the person’s face, only an ominous silhouette of their self that speaks DANGER! and that he or she is probably a rabid serial killer. Oh well. I accepted the candy offer and now I will await my doom. We finally find the destination, me seeing the green street sign (in reality there is no New Hampshire Dr. in Windham Hills, another weird trick my dream state likes to play on me).

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A summary of my adventures so far:

Dream 1, “An Elevator of Dreams”, involved Jimmy Kimmel, The Price is Right, a chilly room, a guy getting kicked out, an elevator, forgotten keys, and a wild college party

Dream 2, “Boy Genius”, included Jimmy Neutron, a skyscraper, Mars, and some kids in suits

Dream 3, “Sky Blue”, had a blue van and a girl who has an awesome superhero name

Dream 4, “A Cancerous Dream”, is pretty self explanatory

Dream 5, “Denial”, had me by the side of the road watching a tank flip over

Dream 6, “It’s All Business”, was set at a business with a magical snack machine

Dream 7, “A String of Events”, had Groundskeeper Willy chasing me

Dream 8, “School Days and Autumn Brakes”, involved a lunch box, swimsuit, and crazy uncle driving a car

Dream 9, “Night Visions”, featured monkeys, an obstacle course, graffiti, Legos, and a fictional reptile

Dream 10, “A Rush of Euphoria”, had stuffed toys, a massive arena, cars, cold-hearted truth, carbonated drinks, Homer Simpson, skateboards, a non-existent street, Harry Potter, and an elephant in the room.

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Lucid Dreaming: An Experimentation

It amazes me of the sheer number of articles and blogs out there related to the study of dreams and recording them. I am happy to say I am not the only one who has become interested in this fascinating exploration activity. Until recently, I thought this was a thing that not many people paid attention to, besides doing research. It turns out that after I started to keep track of my multiple, growing night visions, a new world opened up for me, one that was full of surprises and new discoveries. The idea of lucid dreaming, being aware that you are dreaming and being able to manipulate and alter the course of the dream, is something that I recently struck upon in an article on dreamviews.com

Some of the misconceptions that people have about lucid dreaming are presented. It is not a new thing; it goes back at least a thousand years, the ancient Egyptians even experiencing it, thinking it was a special message from above. You don’t need to rely on God and the Holy Spirit to be lucid as well. Lucid dreaming isn’t really taking you into a new world, it all occurs while you are sleeping and video games are more ‘out of this world’ than your own nightly escapades. I believe I have had a few lucid dreams where I wanted to control the outcome or perhaps extend the dream so I could see what happens next instead of it having a loose end. There was a time when I very interested in the scene going on and the only way for it to continue was for me to take control and add my own spin to the events. There are limitations to this of course. I can only alter what is available and I cannot add anything new to the environment. I can only ‘move’ the character that is essentially me (from my point of view). Now if I was very experienced with lucidity I would be able to control almost anything in the dream but basically the surrounding environment ‘springs up’ randomly wherever I go in the dream. It is nice to see the dream play out on its own, without any interference, but when I really get caught up in it, the events feel like a wild rollercoaster ride that doesn’t seem to want to stop. Sometimes I can actually feel my head and heart pounding from the exhilarating sensations happening in my subconscious. One dream, or perhaps nightmare, that I will explain in a later post, involved me running through a bunch of houses and then seeing my dad sinking into a swamp with rats crawling over him, with me walking ahead in the distance thinking he was just a burden anyway. There also were a few dreams about cancer, one where my uncle told my sister that her friend will “get cancer on your birthday” with no hesitation at all, like it was a solid fact. Another one involved me witnessing a bloody execution and then running out afraid that I was next on the chopping block. I’m not quite sure how all of these dreams come about but it seems to come from how I am thinking at the time, my emotions, and what has happened recently in my life.

If you have been following my dream blog, the dreams I recorded so far are from as far back as November 2013. I am basically going in order of dreams recorded, from the oldest to the most recent entry, fixing up things and making it look polished and complete. I hope to continue to get better at analyzing and making sense of the images and sounds I encounter. Putting all of these wonderful experiences I envision while in the dreamscape into a sort of picture storybook would be the ultimate. It does get a little boring and discouraging when I am not having any new dreams to record but I guess if I start getting quality sleep again I will get back on the amazing run of dreams that I was having in the past. And that had never happened at any time during my teenage years or early childhood. This is a phenomenon that maybe signifies that my brain has evolved or matured to be able to draw upon its own memories to create an interesting world where there are no rules or laws of physics. It is my own personal dreamland and I am free to invite anyone or anything into it, not always on my own accord.

 

#9 – Night Visions

Dream from December 18, 2013 

It is an ancient Aztec ruin situated on a tropical island somewhere deep in my mind. Poor little monkeys are being raised into the air by ropes, all huddled together, up to the tree tops…

One sly little chimp suddenly discovers a way down; he sees some stone steps appear but suddenly they aren’t there anymore. The ground is a long ways down from where the bundle of chimps are; the savage beasts scurry about like ants at the bottom…

It is I, the formidable one, caught in raging waters and being pushed around an “obstacle course” with a whirlpool like Charybdis swirling about madly. A dark and stormy night barrels on endlessly. I get swept around a rocky landmass and encounter a buoy or life preserver that is narrowly avoided. Suddenly, the ruthless waters turn into a dimly lit hallway. Andrea, a girl I knew in a past life, is near a wall with graffiti, saying something to me about joining in and continuing the graffiti masterpiece. Some light then shines from a window onto the wall, the hallway turning into the one at Woodville with lockers lining the wall. Andrea disappears. The hallway reminds me of the one in Chamber of Secrets with the blood writing on the wall that also brings up the song “Superstition”.

My night vision is in the water again, on the edge of a seaport in the daytime, staring at a warehouse with big metal doors, waiting for someone to come out…memories of hiding out in GTA from cops are being happily experimented with. Later, big bad reptilian K. Rool is standing on the seaport and orders the humans, who are in the water wearing scuba gear, to save his air supply. They dive down and find some parts on the seafloor to be put together on the main underwater apparatus, sort of like a video game challenge. The apparatus is a metal pole with a round base on the bottom and has other controls, knobs, and tubes on it. The parts are circular Lego pieces that are glowing and snap into place easily when they are correct. A couple of minutes apparently pass by and the humans dive back up, their work finished. K.Rool, as an alligator, is now in the water. He is about to dive down but hesitates since he doesn’t know if the humans fixed the parts correctly and if he will drown. A close up look at a dog tag. “That is special”, K. Rool says. Part of it breaks off, as if held just by glue. The DK villain puts it back together and looks around with sharp glances and then quietly shrugs off this minor mishap.

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Hmm…let’s see. Monkeys, water, graffiti, Legos, and a fictional reptile. Do they go together? Or is it just a bunch of random thoughts being dumped out on the floor and played with non-essentially? It seems to be another night where during the sleep away hours, my dream factory starts pulling random books off the rows and rows of memory shelves, not sure what it wants but looking for something to entertain itself before I am back up and running again and helping to add more to the amazing and versatile library upstairs.