15-04-12(12:16:03)
Prison, but which is in old tenement housing, split into 3 factions: Catholics, Protestants, and Jews. It is light at first. The main hero is a cheeky George Clooney like character. He has a brother who is a bit mentally retarded, dumb but very loveable. There is a basketball game. The retarded brother is really bad – in fact everyone is really bad. (Though there is a moment after the game has ended, when the dumb but loveable guy scores a hoop throwing the ball backwards from more than halfway). The guards/police are nice, but it turns nasty at some point. They come bursting into the sleeping room (everyone in sleeping bags, a big wooden floored attic). After this one of the prisoners comes up to the dumb but loveable guy and asks him if he wants to escape. He takes him down to the security desk, which is very lax, basically like a receptionist area in a hotel or office. The dumb but loveable guy takes off his trademark hunter’s hat so as not to try and not be recognised but the woman who is the receptionist/guard still does. She is very beautiful (and echoes an earlier presence of love in the dream which I forget now). The other prisoner says something to her and then she asks the dumb but loveable guy to choose from a selection of strange little doll figures which she lays out on the table – all slightly different sizes, different characters, etc. He takes his time trying to get the balance just right (in the back of his mind, not even sure if actually wants to leave the prison, to leave his brother alone). Eventually he chooses a doll. She picks it up and looks at it closely. She then tells him to pick up the others in his arms (they are an armful) and to just keep on walking. It takes him a while to realise what this means. She means for him to walk outside. She is letting him free. He says, “I won’t get you into trouble for this? Yourself go to prison?” – she says “it will be fine, these things happen”. She is almost angelic, heavenly, and I am completely in love. The man turns and goes, with the other man that brought him, and they go through the revolving doors into the street. He is overwhelmed with the beauty, the freedom, the love for the receptionist, and the concrete reality of the pavement in front of him. Just outside the prison, in a narrow space between the glass walls and a parked van on the street, he (and me as the dreamer) enter a full blown ecstatic episode, weeping, everything glowing brightly in heaven and love, the air crystallising, space and time ceasing, simply light flooding in.
date of dream: 2011-10
31-01-12(23:19:24)
In an enlarged primary schoolroom, a large table, people round it, like a seminar – the teacher: “Is a car still a car if there is no human to see it?”
date of dream: 2011-11-14
31-01-12(23:15:09)
As a rebellion from French class I led a strange ‘dance of the square root of minus numbers’, all taking place in the middle of a cobbled street (fake) in a huge film set. Firstly in the lesson, while the teacher was talking I would stand up in my chair and hold onto the ceiling and lift myself up. The teacher got so mad with me always doing it (i said it helped me concentrate, I explained that I didn’t know I was doing it and that it was just a natural product of my concentration, which was true), she got so mad that she snapped and said: “well it seems A*** has a knew technique for learning!” and she said in anger that we should all give it a go, expecting it to fail. But it didn’t. We all end up doing this strange ‘dance of the square root of the minus number’, using the bucket shape of our chairs rocking side to side, and in the process in some way exposing the film set as a film set.
date of dream: 2012-01-31
31-01-12(23:08:23)
The intellectual/philosophical/spiritual importance of the concept of “frozen poo”.
date of dream: 2012/01/28
27-01-12(11:41:19)
I was staying in a hostel on the beach somewhere with Sasha and Yasmin and they made really cool, amazing food at the hostel. Sasha and Yasmin queued up for hours to get some, I was lying in the sand and got up just before Sasha and Yasmin got to the front and jumped in with them, I thought people were going to get real angry, but everyone was so blissed out they didn’t seem to notice. When we got to the serving counter they had a few options, one of them being a ginger, coconut curry thing, this came with a big portion of silver rice. I opted for this and when it was served to me, the curry was sitting on top of the rice, which looked like molten silver rice, swirling around, molten silver rice pudding. It tasted like heaven.
date of dream: 2012-01-27
19-12-11(1:12:31)
Someone had put goldfish into a square plastic tub in the center of the floor. There were 2 big goldfish, and some smaller creatures. I needed the tub right away, because it was the tub I used to bathe. Quite ruthlessly I emptied out the tub. Then I tried to scoop up the 2 big goldfish in my hand, to save them by putting them in a smaller bowl of water. I was only able to catch 1 of the goldfish. The other one died. I felt bad about that. Then the goldfish was no longer a goldfish, but rather a black-and-white aquatic kitten, with stripes from head to tail like a skunk. It didn’t seem to have feet but resembled a fish or a seahorse, except for the fur. I realized this creature had been genetically engineered. The small creatures that I poured out of the tub were supposed to be its food.
date of dream: 2011-12-17
04-12-11(12:49:02)
In Nordschweden oder den Rocky Mountains. Ich bekomme einen Auftrag einen Eisbären zu fotografieren und soll über Nacht in die Schneeberge gehen, alleine. Warum? Ich bin keine Fotografin? Ich habe eine Vorahnung. Vielleicht werde ich erfrieren oder mich verlaufen? Ich suche lange nach der richtigen Kleidung und ziehe alles übereinander an, was ich dabei habe. Es ist klar, dass es nicht reicht. Ich weiß, dass etwas Schlimmes passieren wird, aber ich sehe das Blau der Berge vor mir und die einsame Weite und ich weiß, ich werde gehen.
date of dream: 2011-12-04
03-12-11(12:15:54)
I’m climbing up the stairs that allegedly lead me home. But they are some sort of ladder. I prefer exercising and not meeting anyone in the lift, althought I never did this before. The man who’s taking the lift can see me, he makes fun of me. He suggests me to continue climbing in the rooftop, he’s got another ladder there if I’m up to climbing the highest. It’s not fun, the ladder I’m actually climbing is dangerous. Why do I do always everything so complicated? I could just take the lift and say “Good Morning” to him, And that’s all.
Dogs, funny dogs, and Italy. Having more regions than any other country in Europe. And more cities in each regions, and no one knowing why.
Meeting Fluxus man by accident. He looks younger, and so does his hair, so blonde and straight and beautiful. When he tries to kiss me forehead I adress my lips to his lips and he ends up kissing my nose, which turns to be sweet and ridiculous at the same time. We play cache-cache all over the diy video-fair but I get restless. I ask his acquaintances of him if they have seem him. I remind then, that there’s nothing that makes more nervous than waiting for some sort of art event on my own. I believe that everybody who’s got company is staring at me and judging me for being alone there.
I go out to take a look to the street. The architecture, the gardens, are so beautiful that I think that movie wouldn’t have any plot at all but still look beautiful because of the locations: maybe hugging in the gardens, then the girl running across the street and all that could just work.
I don’t remember the end. I don’t kwno he ever showed up.
date of dream: 2011/12/03
02-12-11(17:49:48)
A room full of nice things. It is a little over the top, as though it is the house of someone over fifty who I might not like very much. I go to the window and A is there and she brings over a gold chair with a William Morris print back. It is beautiful. We place it by the window. I then look and see a rectangular red pot with a lovely thin grass-like plant coming out of it sat up on a chest of drawers I hadn’t noticed before. The sun is very strong now and I see that all around the room everything is extraordinarily beautiful and I realise this is my room now. I am happy about it.
date of dream: 2011-12-01
17-11-11(22:20:47)
Plucking pear-shaped blueberries from the gardens of my former university campus.
date of dream: 2011-11-13
17-11-11(16:41:07)
I am afraid that a gang of kiddos from Kreuzberg stole the gold birth chain that my grandma gave me. Restless and too scared to go upstairs into the apartment where they are playing video games, I’ll ask help to the police.
A policewoman arrives. She’s actually Alexa Chung, and she’s nice but tuff. She would rescue my gold chain with no problem.
date of dream: 2011-15-11
08-08-11(20:54:26)
I am in a large auditorium, where someone is giving an impromptu speech from the back of the room, distracting from the main event on stage.
I gather from the crowd that the speaker is Margaret Thatcher. When I turn around to look at her, I realise that she is interspersing her speech with the eating of a pot of orange jelly.
The colour of the jelly matches the vibrant russet of her hair, and when this thought strikes me I take a closer look at her face and realise it’s not Thatcher at all – it’s Cilla Black.
Next, I’m in an ice-cream parlour, examining the freezer with the various flavours of frozen dairy. My eye hits one tub, which is split into four quarters, each sub-flavour a slightly different shade of green. They are all grass flavour, the variations caused by the grass being mown at a different stage of growth.
I can’t recall if I ordered grass.
date of dream: 2011-08-06
03-07-11(19:15:29)
A dying man incapacitated during the day. Capable of grunts and groans. At night in my head he was able to make love to his wife for what they both knew would be the last time. It was brutal and loving, and extremely public. Everyone in the house, while not in the same room knew what was going on….
date of dream: 2011-07-02
30-06-11(9:30:41)
i dreamt i was pregnant and had 6 babies
and i was still staying with my mom
but i knew i had to go back home
so i had to take a huge airplane
and it almost crashed into a skyscraper
and i was crying hysterically
and then when i got home which was in porto
some of the people from my old school were at the terminal
and i didnt want them to know that i had 6 babies
and then i got home
and my babies were cats
and i didn’t know how to raise them
and they bit me
and were starting to miss bodyparts
one had an open leg
you could see the bone
and the hair was slightly burned
the otherone kept changing colour
and a third one couldnt get up the stairs because his brain had fallen out and his head looked like an empty cone.
date of dream: 2011-06-30
11-06-11(18:00:38)
Madame Claude special workshop (taking place in old Bamford Rd living room). We sculpt scenes in a grey waxy material, very beautiful ones. Left over night in a large playground. There is a sudden worry that they will be destroyed by a marauding mob of people celebrating the king’s birthday . The king is with them, dirty broken teeth, with a tonsure. They play a violent game of football. I keep guard of the display. A big fat man who made the sculptures with me hides from the king’s men by pretending he is part of the display with his hand up on his head. There is a moment when they spot the display and there is a danger that someone will offer it to the king as a present. But in the end no one does.
Part of the display is a boat with a strange mystical inscription on the side – which the big hiding man has written. He reveals/I find out that it simply reads: “Hence Spinoza’s Phibolosy Bei Neinitz”. His take on what Madame Claude was preaching to us.
L is there, she realises that the whole nighttime scene, including danger with the king’s men, is simply a playing out of what it says in the holy books (a strange mix of Dante and The Bible). Madame Claude’s workshop thing was ‘presented’ by W as a tale by a really good artist. J didn’t want to go – he was on his computer. She talked a lot about body language (sex?), it was like a new religion. I was lying on my front, in some way significant. Madame Claude was simply the ‘performance name’ of a very famous philosopher/anthropologist. There was a whole cult around her. She respected me very much.
There is a moment later with the king’s men – where I feel very powerful, more powerful than the king, because of my belief in teh sculpture/tableaux we had made, and my willingness to protect it. The king seeming very small and puny in comparison.
date of dream: 2011-04-early
11-06-11(0:52:55)
I was an anonymous member of a talk/ rehearsal briefing at a theatre company. I knew I had to perform that night and I knew that no one there knew I had to. To them I was just some strange lady who did administrative things. There was talk of too many games in the show. ‘Too many games’. And it was all very serious. Simon McBurney sat arms folded liked a monkey. Then it was my turn. People I was at school with appeared. One was called Oli. The room became an audience and I tried to find my way to the other Paper cinema people. N and E were waiting for me outside. They were a bit worried I was so late. I started to feel strange. All the people and the queue were making me nervous and my head starting swelling. Then my lips stretched tight across my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to gesture to W to see if he could see it swelling but the swelling was so intense that I couldn’t speak. My face was stretching itself so tightly that it was strangling me. All I wanted to do was perform and so I tried to battle it but the stretching got tighter and tighter until I fell and it all turned black. A black out and I woke up. Actually. To very very loud hippy chant music coming from the living room through my floorboards. Euphoric throat singing being played by couch surfer who thought she was alone. It is now officially a recurring dream. The unexpected terrifying swelling.
date of dream: 2011-06-11
10-06-11(11:55:14)
I was outside Liverpool Street station in London when a woman came up to me and calmly said “Hey Nick, I’m gonna tell you now why it is that all things become fragmented.” I thought “Eh? Thats strange. But..why not. Sounds interesting.” Just as she drew in her breath someone walked passed and said: “Hey Nick! Whats she gonna say?” and I said “she’s gonna tell us the secret of why things become fragmented. Thats all I know.” And another passerby heard this and stopped and made me repeat it. And so we the original woman began her first word and AGAIN we were stopped by someone who knew me and inquired about what was going on. And all these people were looking at me asking me “Whats she gonna say?” I was like “Well just listen and we’ll find out!” But yet more people stopped to ask me until there was a crowd around me asking me the same question! I tried in vain to direct their attention to the original woman and her interesting secret but no-one really heard me. I never found out why things become fragmented.
date of dream: 2011-06-08
03-06-11(22:13:51)
I was walking through the stone cobbled streets of a city in Latin America, Cusco in Peru I think. As I walked, I met 3 men in Ponchos with strange instruments in their hands. They smile at me and shuffle up close to me. One of them begins to play his instrument to me grinning as he does so. The instrument admits a strange sound – a note I have never heard before. It is very sad and eerie. They begin to talk to me and he says, “this is why your son cries sometimes- because of the howling of the dogs in the caves”. The 3 men fade away. I see an image of my living grandmother- but in my dream she has just died. As she departs this life we cross paths in my dream. She tells me, “There are no dogs howlling in the cave. It is not true”.
date of dream: 2010-07-mid
08-05-11(19:24:16)
In a lecture by Michel Foucault – at times a big one, at times an intricate seminar – it begins as the latter, us all sat around. He lets me choose some music, and I do so, some strange experimental droning guitar (or at least he keeps it on when he enters). I am fixing my bike, the chain having come off. Foucault is waiting till I am finished but I tell him that he should carry on and start the lecture and I’ll just carry on fixing it. In a sudden pang of politeness I then say I will do it later, but then he insists I fix it now, so I try but it is hard. I ask the group for help. I have got it on but i want it to be taught. A girl comes over and slides the pedal zone further away from the gear bit, but then I see that the chain has frayed, like a rope. I then try and smooth out the frayed bit by twisting all the frayed ends, the action a bit like milking the udder, and the chain is huge now. Foucault eventually begins the lecture. He asks if he should do it in French or English. I say English – he then begins as a joke in French, asking me a question, to which I reply with GCSE oral speech (“L’annee dernier j’ai visite Paris, j’ai visite le tour eiffel etc, etc.) He finds it funny and laughs, and then we carry on in English. I forget what exactly he speaks about. It all turns bigger into a classroom set up, with many tables and chairs. At the end of the lecture a girl asks “When did animals first start to be kept in zoos?”. Foucault doesn’t know. I think its the 16th century but I don’t say anything. Then an incredible old man near the front turns around. He is small and is wearing amazing wrap around sunglasses, he speaks very peculiarly, high pitched, convoluted, old fashioned phrasing – “Dear girl, I do know the answer to your question, and if you will step upon the curb a while with me I shall divest the answer upon you.” They both then go onto the curb (which runs along the right hand side of the room) while the rest of the class leaves. He says to her that the first known records were from 100BC, but that it was not “WC” (by this meaning “worldwide”, or “normal practice”) until the 1500s. (I was right). He goes on to talk about Africa and tells a story about two people that knew each other – one from Africa and the other one from South America, which at the time was joined to Africa before the split. I am very interested ands trying to listen but Foucault is meanwhile trying to engage me in conversation and so distracting me,
date of dream: 2011-04-06
29-04-11(5:49:04)
In a Recon unit sneaking through the jungle during the Vietnam conflict. It is very dark and we are gathering intel on the VietCong. At times the Vietcong are so close to us that I fear they will step on me and reveal our presence. I lay motionless for a while as a Vietcong solider stands beside me unaware. After awhile they leave and we proceed to move through the night cautiously. The mission is big and goes on for a long period of time. Again the Vietcong get close to us and their squad leader sense we are in the area but does not know where. We remain silent. They move out of the area and I envision what would have happened had we got caught. I imagine myself getting separated and chased into an unknown area. I see myself jumping into a big river and trying to conceal all but face in the water so that I may breath air.
date of dream: 2011-4-28
27-04-11(4:30:45)
In big city near a shopping Mall. I am with a group of people who like me are on the run from Zombies. Though none are visible, we know the zombies are close by and can find us through smell. Someone suggests breaking eggs as it will distract them. I do not seem to think that will work and sense an urgency to come up with a plan. I suggest climbing up onto a roof but we decide to flee instead. We start to move out of the area and up a slight hilly street with shops and homes. Upon turning back to see if any zombies are approaching I note many cars hurriedly racing out of the city and splitting off into three directions.. I also note there seems to be an orangeish sunrise in the distant. Turning back to head up the hill I note some houses on the side to my right. It is very dark out and I note while walking past a house and looking into a window, I can see some stuff put together as if to take somewhere in escape. I sense it is a woman and her child. Upon passing I realize I need to pee and turn back to see if I can use their washroom. Looking trough the window I note the stuff is gone as are the woman and child. I enter the house which is very dark and I have trouble to see. I find where the washroom is but there is no toilet. Thinking it does not really matter where I go since everyone is fleeing I decided to go outside when a stillness comes over me. I am sitting in the darkened house listening for a sound.
date of dream: 2011-4-26
27-04-11(4:09:50)
In room with other people. A man was trash talking the use of binaural beats as merely creating a placebo effect. I intervened and corrected him on his understanding of how they worked and mentioned that I used them regularly with much success. He seemed to be doubtful yet was paying attention as I talked in detail about the sounds and the brain. Others in the room were listening too.
date of dream: 2011-4-26
20-04-11(5:25:43)
Driving around an area north of St-Leandre Quebec. It is dark grey out and I sense near days end. I have been here to this location before and am aware of a park that can be reached if I take a dirt road exit and head up a hill, but I decide not too. I am very much aware of this park though and continue to drive on. I come to an area where there are Green houses all wrapped up from the winter. I drive on through the area and come around a tight turn when the road suddenly stops. I am at a beautiful big lake which is very still. I wonder if I will see a Moose as I note the beauty of the mirror like finish of the water. A hint of colour perhaps from a setting sun obscured by clouds.
date of dream: 2011-4-19
20-04-11(5:15:58)
At the old shop in SR. Speaking with D about the polishing industry, how I do things differently and an old contract to which I still have. Talking about different people and cultures with in the trade and discussing tools. Suddenly A&R show up and are happy to see me. They are very hippie looking and I feel relaxed around them yet am surprised. After talking a bit we decide to go for a walk though A stays behind. Upon walking out of the door I see this little dog all decked out in a bizarre psychedelic costume. The dog is so small it could fit almost in the palm of my hand. It had a strange hat the looked similar to that in which an Aladdin/Genie would where. R proceeds to tell me what type of a dog it is and that it travels around having been through Sixty Seas? I was thinking *are you serious?* when suddenly I went to fix my lose sandals that had come undone. I began to wonder how that happened.
date of dream: 2011-4-19
18-04-11(6:27:17)
I dreamt that I got you to come and watch me slowly and solemnly draw a small square on my face in the mirror. “Look, look!”. A small square. Took a few times to get right. “No, no, hang on a second. Now this is it.” Something to do with it not being a square, or the explosion of the square or the whole universe being the square, and not the square, etc. The point of the exercise, the moral (if there was one) had spirit, but the letter is unclear now.
date of dream: 2011-04-18
15-04-11(5:36:22)
Watching a scene in which I know is a dream. I say *This is a dream, keep watching the scene*. As I am watching, the scene fades and what looks like a still square picture of rocks below the surface of a moving river appears and is slightly out of focus. As the image spirals away another image appears and is clearer then spirals away giving way to yet another and then another image each time being more and more clearer. I know to keep watching this.
date of dream: 2011-4-14
15-04-11(5:28:23)
Seeing Jamie who is back and working in diamonds? I see Jonathan J and Jonathan W as well. It seems that J.J who is really obese, is trying to avoid Jamie as he walks behind him. Jamie being back, appears all washed up and you can tell he has no friends. Jamie some how knows J.J is behind and begins speaking to him without a care. J.J goes along with what he is saying as if he were not trying to avoid him though it is clear he does not like him. They speak about diamonds and though it is unclear I sense I am not involved. Then as they discus how to get diamonds back into the country from Brazil I say to myself *I am declaring mine, I will not chance smuggling stones in to get around taxes*. I say this with a sense of annoyance. Suddenly a scene of Jamie and J.J discussing some old business and Jamie asks J.J what he did. J.J say’s *I took care of business* and shows Jamie a dead girl inside a big glass container of what looks like formaldehyde? Jamie responds that he does not really believe it is her when someone else walks in and I am distracted with the sense the girl had something to do with Jamie’s messy past. Next thing I know I am in some really small apartments that are also cemeteries as to each side of the furniture is headstones and grass. I think it is really creepy and say so to someone there who responds *Yeah, well its all we can afford and these run at $2000*. I then go next door to another one similar to the one I left and asked how someone could sleep with corpse buried next to where they rested their head. I was really confused and began to wonder about dying and why not just cremate bodies so people would not have to live with them. Then I begin to wonder when it is that we are really dead. I wonder if when we are deemed dead if we are truly dead given science does not know for sure when total death occurs. I am wondering if when dead we still dream and have Out of body projections and seem worried that premature destruction of the body stops that from happening? The thought is deeply felt and I think in detail about the many possibilities.
date of dream: 2011-4-14
14-04-11(5:03:48)
In a house in the countryside practicing music. I am not really involved with the practice yet somehow a part of the scene. Van Halen is there? I watch as Eddie VanHalen plays Eruption and am blown away by the clear detail of the guitar solo. The sound is crystal clear and I am smiling.
date of dream: 2011-4-13
12-04-11(5:00:50)
Being pursued by someone through a type of industrial warehouse corridor. I turn the corner and decided to hide in a plastic mailbox. While hiding, the person comes around the corner and stops. They are looking down another corridor and all is very quite. I condense myself even more to seem flatter against the side of the mailbox wall as I suspect the person may look inside. Suddenly I feel the person touch me yet I suspect they are not really sure they have me.
date of dream: 2011-4-11
10-04-11(21:42:12)
Driving on Highway that is dimly lit grey. I am conscious of police and do not want to get a ticket. Wearing my sunglasses, they become fogged up and I struggle to see out of them. I fear I may drift off the road and at the same time worry that if I take them off to clear them I may be viewed as suspicious. I continue on my way, arriving at what seems to be a university? I am up inside a hallway/corridor suspended off the ground wandering around when I decide to go through a door. Doing so releases an alarm and the buzzer makes me want to get away from the door out of concern for being responsible for setting the alarm off as intentional. I go into a stairwell and then on out into a wide courtyard? type area with grass and paths.
date of dream: 2011-4-10
10-04-11(21:31:34)
Speaking to Al and telling him what an important part of the dream group he is. Telling him I hope he will stay with the group and not leave due to others lack of dream interpretation skills.
date of dream: 2011-4-10
08-04-11(15:46:46)
In a town. Darkish outside. I was standing on a street side watching people,cars go by. A guy passes by seemingly going up a slight grade and it seems he has been crying while he says out loud *This is going to be the best christmas ever*. I then see a truck pull up to a stop sign. The guy inside has a big face with what look like rolls of fat, especially around his eyes and mouth. There is bright light leaking out of his eyes and mouth as well as a little smoke. I think, *Oh, it’s some sort of Halloween get up*. Next while standing there, a Red Ferrari pulls up with two modified machine guns attached to the hood. At first I think something bad might be happening but then the driver stops and a girl coming out of the building behind me goes to get in the car. She says to the guy, *I want you to try something, I hope there is not a problem*. She proceeds to tell him about something, concerned that the car will not drive properly. I realize it is because she has put the car, an automatic into drive as if it were a stick shift. Explaining the error and how fuses work, she seems relieved to hear my explanation.
date of dream: 2011-4-8
07-04-11(21:15:12)
I entered a giant art space and Gravin had put up a better art show than I had expected. Big mouths that opened. Pink fluffy painting. In the corner there was a German class which we were all doing together. Indi would only speak in an American accent, a famous artist (called Skaterman) was also there and wanted to go the pub, but Adam didn’t want to, he wanted to go on a country walk and it annoyed me. We started to travel outdoors along a highroad, it was a bit windy. We had trainers on. I could imagine everyone in the pub having a good time but I wasn’t there, I was on the walk – with Adam. Later, I was in my room, there were stereos. Mum cropped up (as she often does).
date of dream: 2010-03-07
06-04-11(11:58:40)
A bank doubling up as a butchers. One side a bank, the other side a butchers.
date of dream: 2011-04-06
04-04-11(4:55:26)
Home on Judson lane in California. The house was darkened and I was laying on a bed seemingly trying to sleep. I was moving myself into a better position when I noticed a baby skunk running around the edge of the bed frame. Not want to touch it and cause it to spray I moved over in effort to avoid it but actually almost hit it. I sprung up off the bed and kept a close eye out for where it went. Not seeing where it was I opened the door to the hallway and looked around hoping it was near the front door to let outside. I noted that the cats were in the house and worried I may confuse them for the skunk. I called out to my daughters S&O to watch out for the skunk and that I was looking for it to get it outside. The front door was suddenly open which I thought was great as I hoped to find and corral the skunk outside and just as the skunk appeared near the front door he lifted his tail to spray and S said to me not to worry because she can clean the smell out real easy. Confused as to how that is possible I seem to forget the skunk as O mentions she is off to school. O leaves out the back and gets into a car when suddenly a strong wind picks up. O go over to the window to see what is happening and notice the wind getting stronger and very loud. Suddenly debris such as wood,trees,cars and other stuff begin to fly in the air in a southern direction with a super loud sound. Stronger and stronger the wind and noise becomes when I wonder what can possibly be going on and if perhaps this is the end of the world as it is not natural at all. I suddenly realize that O is outside and panic to find her but know I have no way to reach her. I look again out the window and am shocked by the destruction and flying debris. I then look at S and say to her *everything is going to be okay* though in my mind I do not know if that is true. The manner in which I say it is calm and I think of meditation to keep my control and suddenly the storm dies down. Everything now calm, I grab a strange phone, long and very unusual with an orange colour, it is land line. I try to reach O on her cell phone but upon picking it up a woman is on the other end acting rude with me. stressed about O and receiving no compassion from the woman on the other end I tell her she’s a real bitch and hang up in a stressful mood. I don’t know what to do when suddenly I see the cats and skunk run out the front door. I think at least thats good.
date of dream: 2011-43
02-04-11(6:10:38)
Standing in darkened hallway entrance. I think it is my place but it is really dark as if actually standing there with the lights off. I am standing there in silence when I hear a sound like a door stopper go *Boing*. Unsure of how that happened I start to wonder if it is a ghost, perhaps my Mom. I am not afraid at all but instead curious.
date of dream: 2011-4-1
01-04-11(5:53:46)
Outside area like that of Industrial park with vast open parking areas. It is sunny outside. Fast running zombies are hunting for me and another guy I am with. I know they are really fast and worry I will not be able to out run them so I look for places to hide. Me and the guy are running as fast as we can when I look up at a worn out metal roof top of a warehouse type building. I suggest we try and climb it to hide from the zombies but he replies about the condition of the roof and that it would be suicide to try and climb up it as the zombies would fast be upon us. I say *Suicide is not a bad idea* and glance back seeing no zombies yet I know they are coming. We instead head towards a vast drop off that seems to be an open canyon area. There is a type of scaffolding that seems to lead down to a place I cannot see . Upon leaping onto it I lose my grip and fall. I suddenly appear in a black space as if hiding in a closeted hallway? There is a door which is unusually small and as I sit there alone in silence I see the door slowly open. Wanting the element of surprise I strike out in a controlled martial arts fashion as I am not sure of what is coming through the door yet don’t want to lose the advantage. As i am about to hit the door it pulls back and closes. I carefully open the door and find myself looking at a courtyard like that of an apartment complex. There is a small child crawling away and upon looking past him, I see a group of people eating what seems to be BBQ? A man sees me and approaches. I say to him *how have you all survived?* and find myself looking at all the other people of many races.
date of dream: 2011-3-31
31-03-11(4:42:34)
In a house that I am not familiar with. I am washing some dishes and preparing to leave the house to catch the 257 bus into the city. I look at a clock and realize the clock is not the correct time due to springing forward and know I missed my bus. I have a sense of time on my mind as I did not want to miss the bus when a suddenly a Diesel type station wagon pulls into the house and parks. A woman, in her 30′s gets out of the car and asks if I am A, to which I reply yes. The woman I do not know begins to speak to me about how no kids live in her house as if insinuating that I lived with my Mom. She went on to say how her kids could not stay in her home past a certain age. Baffled by her telling me this and feeling it is directed at me for not doing enough, I explain to her that I just got back from Iraq. I keep thinking who is this woman, she does not even know me. She then mentions that her kids came by to make a pancake.
date of dream: 2011-3-30
30-03-11(20:06:59)
There is an art exhibition that J wants to go to called “65″ – where an artist has made 65 boats starting miniature in size and gradually getting bigger, the final one being huge. We are in a large white space deciding whether to go. On the side sit two little boats made out of paper.
date of dream: 2011-03-18