19 May 2002 - 09:27

I'm going to follow Wheel's example and post some old dreams. I too am slowly attempting to master lucid dreaming, so I think I'll start here will my near-successes of the past six months.

16 Dec 2001

I was in a very small several-day class with Professor Divergant. He had a reputation for sexually harassing female students, and none of us wanted to be alone with him. I volunteered to set up some underwater equiptment. It was in a small, deep pool outside by the fence to the Ringling Museum, which was instead a soccer field with an informal game in progress. Dr. Divergant had been paying especial attention to me, so I stayed underwater as long as I could. After a few moments I realized that I was breathing normally--this must simply be a bad dream! I wasn't sure what to do about this though, and soon forgot. Divergant insisted I stay after class and was groping me and saing slimy things when I pointed out that the whole soccer team was watching. ...

24 Dec 2001

I was taking a class with Gillian this past fall--something like Cognitive. It met Wed. and Fri. afternoons. And right around mod 2 I forgot that I was taking it, so that it came to be finals time and only then did I remember that I hadn't been in weeks. I wondered why Gillian had never said anything. It was a class on gender, sex, and cognition. I felth that I really had to drop the class, but I was trying to do the final project anyway. It was part scavenger hunt, finding relevant things, so Seiyuu and I went to Target. It was a Thursday night, so Wheel went to watch wrestling, and I was sad that he couldn't stay with me, which made him upset. Anyway, Seiyuu and I were looking for legos and lingerie and such for the test.

The old man who ran one of the stores was telling a story, and he went over to the fire and picked up burning hot coal powder and rubbed it on his cheeks to make some kind of paint. And it burned him and his skin blackened and peeled, so he started doing the same thing to the rest of his body. I was upset and disgusted by this display, although I knew it wasn't real (without quite realizing it was a dream, so I walked away.

21 Feb 2002

I was in some kind of dark alternate reality, or rather, my parents were and I tried to save them. I was coming from BossBabe's store, which was on the edge of the swamp and full of random things. I was doing really well at sneaking in and getting my parents. I had borrowed all these really bad books to read.

I found a pair of open white heart barrettes, just right for (RHPS) Janet.

As I was approaching the end of a cavernous clay-like tunnel lit with torches in the darkworld--I could see the end and Paradox was there, sitting, I think, in a plastic chair. Suddenly, and very clearly, I realized that I must be dreaming. I was no longer afraid. I glanced around. Everything seemed very solid. I knew I could do what I wanted, but I was curious about how this storyline would pan out. Also, I didn't want to wake up (from trying too hard).

25 March 2002

Female grunge-pop musician Loser was playing in Palm Court. The gang from D102 was putting up Christmas decorations. Wearing 5 feather boas, I danced through Palm Court to Loser's song about her car as I looked for Wheel. Things were starting to get windy. I found Wheel, and he said he should go in. I didn't really want to. Wheel said something about this just being a dream, and I said it couldn't be, because I'd never heard Loser play before.

05 May 2002

Wheel and I were staying at one of his aunt's houses in California. We found a hurt dolphin. We tried to find someplace to take it, but we just kept driving past defunct marine parks.

Afterwards, I got home, to my childhood home. I got home at night. I gave Wheel a short piano lesson on our piano, and mom asked me to give this little girl a lesson. I helped her find middle C and she played around with the keys. I looked through the book, but everything was much too hard for her. She was only about 4 or 5. She had blond hair.

Kien and I went to check on the chickens. This floating green caterpillar game and buzzed around anxiously outside the chicken pen as we walked up. She and I argued about activism. She said that things weren't getting any better. I said they were, and more people were doing things because the internet made it easier, but she must just nt consider that good enough. She said enough people would never work together. I yelled furiously that it was because of people like her. When I stopped yelling, I realized she was gone. I was alone. I went into the chicken hut. It was very crowded. Closing the door, I noticed that Autumn seemed to be clinging to it. I stumbled inside and turned around slowly. The roosts were full, as were the nest boxes--on top AND inside. Why was it so crowded? Poor girls! I stumbled towards Autumn to hug her and hold her, but then I remembered, Autumn's dead, this can't be her. And it wasn't, and I started crying (and for a brief moment, had a feeling that things weren't quite real), and immediately woke up.