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A Trip to Holland on a Boat

November 27, 2010

I had a conversation with a POW. But it’s hazy.

I was on a boat to Holland by myself. The ticket cost only $25. I would stay in a building I called “Ruskin” but that was in Holland.

The boat wasn’t crowded, but my “room” was a bed in the hallway so I was going around to see if I could sneak into an empty room to sleep. I opened a door to a huge communal bathroom with a massive shower.

The trip was chaotic and a bit of a disaster. I didn’t have a hotel room booked and no return ticket. The deal was spur of the moment. I was talking to seem people on the boat, maybe teenagers.

Eventually I was on land, in Pennine. I was trying to find out if I could stay in Ruskin. I’m told it’s fine. I’m holding a lamp.

October 1st, 2010. Waning Crescent (38%)

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Two Short Dreams

November 26, 2010

I can remember A. The words “あおい” (blue,)  “あかい” (red,) and “くろい” (black) were written in the corners of the room we were in.

September 28th, 2010. Waning Gibbous (70%)

I was in a library, or a store. I was moving around a lot. There was a staircase in the back. It took me down to a basement with doors to the outside and a computer on a small desk. There were some people there that I didn’t know. A. and I were arguing about cubism and Picasso later in the dream.

September 30th, 2010. Third Quarter (49%)

A Detour and a Fight

November 19, 2010

I was waiting for a bus with a guy. The bus isn’t coming. Someone mentions that there is a detour down the road, and that we should walk towards where the bus would be coming from to catch it before the detour. I think that this doesn’t make sense, and that if the detour is further down the road it should join up with our stop. After  short while, though, I realise it might make sense and we walk down the block to the next stop.

When we get there we find a huge crowd and a bunch of police cars. The intersection is taped off. I go to investigate. A man runs towards the tape from the street with a gun. I yell for the guy I was with, who I call “Daniel.” I tell him he should take a look because he’s a journalist. The man is going crazy and pointing the gun at us. I decide to go in to stop him. I jump the tape and we’re face to face. I put my fists up and he laughs. I hit him and he knocks out. I wake up.

September 26th, 2010. Waning Gibbous (87%)

Two Dreams

November 18, 2010

I’m with A. and someone that I assume to be A.’s girlfriend. C. comes in with some cakes. She offers us some, which I accept.

Later I’m with R. I’m at school and she’s there. She’s carrying on with E. I keep walking in on them, trying to find my water bottle. I can’t really remember everything that went on. I think about telling someone about E., but it feels wrong.

September 23, 2010. Waning Gibbous (99%)

Working in a hospital. Doctors were being very mean. There’s a woman there, and no one knows what she’s suffering from. A nurse mentions a conversation she overheard and said it could all be psychological.

Now I’m at a different a job, a hotel or restaurant but it’s like a party. While there I remember something I was supposed to do at the hospital, and I want/need to write it down. A woman, a politician, had come in and reminded me of it.

I go to my room. It’s darker and smaller than I remember it. Then I go to A.’s room across the hall. He’s away and I worry someone will notice the light on and be suspicious, so I leave them off. I break a hamper, which I try to fix. I head back to my room – the woman from the restaurant is there. She wants a job. I think of offering a job at an antique/collectibles shop, but I don’t think I have any connection with one. J. was there at one point and made me feel uncomfortable.

September 25, 2010. Waning Gibbous (92%)

8-Tracks and a Lock Box

November 18, 2010

I’m in Pennine. There is a bunch of junk that people don’t want. It includes a bunch of 8-tracks in a rickety case. I decide I want to sort through them. I think it begins because I’m curious about whose they were. I start sorting them by genre, taking them out of the case. When they’re all out I find a plastic bag full of rosemary in it. When I look through there is also a $10 bill and a ripped apart $20 bill. The twenty has something written on it.

A woman comes in and I hide the bag. I tell D. but he doesn’t see any significance about it. I think about A. I go to the office to get something. When I get there, M. is there. I look for a key to a lock box, which I’m trying to open up. The key is hidden inside the tape-slot of a cassette deck. But when I get it out I realise it’s a new box and the key is for the old box. I am able to open it up, and thick smoke comes pouring out. No one seems to think this is odd other than me.

September 20, 2010. Waxing Gibbous (96%)

A Factory and Fear

November 17, 2010

I can remember being a strange factory with a group of people. I think it produced softballs. I don’t remember why we went there. It was locked. It was like we were scouting it out for some reason.  It was dark, in a forest. I had a sense it was on the edge of a town – surrounded by undergrowth. We were very quiet. Then suddenly one of us jumps onto the roof. We freak out, thinking we’re about to get caught. Sure enough, people start moving around inside. I panic and run, making for a path I think leads to town. I almost fall down – I can feel my momentum tearing at my sides. I’m sure that people are behind me. I just keep running.

I don’t remember this for sure, but I think I run into a nightclub hoping to get lost in a crowd. I wake up.

Very dark and depressing dream. Lots of anxiety. No good. There was another dream but I’m having trouble remember it. Maybe something about a check.

September 19th, 2010. Waxing Gibbous (91%)

School, a Bookstore, K.F., and Teeth

November 17, 2010

There were several different reams in one.

I’m in a Japanese class. N. is there. He says he’s doing well, but I don’t believe him. The campus I’m on is very open, with a large quad surrounded by tall buildings.

I end up in a bookstore. I pick up a book and look over it casually, but I don’t remember what it was about. I find a beat-up sticker on the floor – it says something about “Jimmy” and I think there was a dinosaur on it. I get on line. There’s a girl in front of me. She’s blonde and smiles at me. I want to talk to her. I look the other direction and see K.F. sitting on the floor.

K. is holding a French flag. I ask her why she has it. She says it isn’t actually French, it’s from some city/country I’ve never heard of. She explains it has something to do with monkeys. I keep wanting to introduce myself to the girl in front of me, but I never do. She reminds me of the girl from the office from a few dreams ago. There is an air of familiarity. K. shows me a picture from the book she’s holding. It’s about superheroes.

There’s a weird interlude in the dream, where I’m watching a movie with Batman, Superman, and Spiderman in it. Alec Baldwin is playing Spiderman.

Next I’m back at school. In my class I found out I’m not prepared. I panic and track down someone who I think has a printer. When I get there I find out I don’t have the file I need on my computer. I decide to print out an outline that’s related. While we’re walking back to class I see C. and C. She looks like L., which I think is funny.

My teeth hurt. One of my back molars is loose. I play with it using my tongue. It falls out and my mouth starts dripping blood. It hurts a lot. I go to a bathroom to wash up. I don’t see as much blood as I expected. The bottom teeth have some weird metal on them – it’s stick up and it hurts. I try to push it down with my hands but I can’t. I bite down it on – which hurts even more.

Eventually I end up back where I started. There’s some apple cider and I drink it. I can feel it where my tooth was – it’s uncomfortable. Someone tells a store about a king who banned apple cider.

September 18, 2010. Waxing Gibbous (85%)