More Dreams of X

• 11-15-09 R E M girl

Me and Dean Blaze are talking to this cute girl who has her black hair in a pageboy style. Her eyes keep flicking back and forth. After waking up I realize this is rapid eye movement. We comment on this to her. Dean looks into her eyes and talks about the flickering. He put a hand on each of her shoulders and stare deeply into her flicking eyes. I then wrap my arms around her warm back still gazing into her rapid movement eyes.

• 11-17-09 The Killer

A long series of events are now forgotten but this former friend and his cohorts are now out to kill me. I'm terrorized. I'm at my parent's cabin in Colorado, but now it's a fairly large house. Former friend now foe comes in. A tall black man with a big handgun in his hand. When I first see him I'm so knocked out with fright and despair I just fall to a heap on the ground. How stupid I think, now it's much easier for him to kill me and that's what he is here for. Must try something. So I talk to him. I say I"m sorry to have angered him so much and why can't we just be friends like before. I give a excellent speech and he embraces me and we are better friends then we had been before.

• 11-25-09 Making love to Tonya

Me and Tonya are together again in a golden loving togetherness. Hugging holding each other. Feeling each other. Unlike earlier past events this is all kindness and love. Making out on my bed while various ladies past through the room to give us they're blessing while I fondle her perfect breasts. She gives me a blow job and its sweeter then honey.

• 11-26-09 smoking my long black pipe

I'm somewhere in Wichita. I'm going to this little frat house in a nice area of town. I go into the house once but I forget to prop the door so it won't lock behind me when I go back out. I'm locked out and it will take awhile to get somebody to let me back in. To kill some time I go to the restaurant next door. The place is pretty dead right now. A couple guys who work there are talking a customer or two. I pull out a foot and a half long black pipe from my pocket and I puff I nice hit into the place so one one outside will smell the smoke. "Whats that SMELL?", a employee asks as I walk out to check if I can get in yet. No I can't yet. I go back to the restaurant a couple of times to smoke more and each time the guys there are making comments about the smoke. Now they know it's me. "Your out of here", a guy says in a tough voice. "O K", I say as I walk outside into the beautiful day. The other guy who works with him joins and they are both marching me down the street away from the place I was smoking at.

"So, your marching me down the street a ways from the restaurant I take it". I say.

"That's right...Doris", The spokesman of the two says acting tough still. It ain't nothing to me.

"O K, its a nice day lets walk", Sayeth I. "That's right....Peggie", Says the tough talker. Suddenly the other guy rushes up to me, grips my arm tight and he delivers two quick and deep slashes to my triceps with a knife. Blood oozes down instantly. Its a bad cut. My first instinct is to fight but I suddenly stop and confront them. "Did you think I had a WEAPON on me? It was only a pipe!". They look at each other confused. I can tell that's what they thought all right. That the long pipe was some sort of weapon.

• 11-28-09 To end all wars

The world has fallen. Nearly the entire human race is killed off. There is a struggle between the people who have lived. At far as we know only local folks have live and the outside world is without any human survivors at all. We have a central leader but he is just there to get us through this transitional time. But when it's finally all said and done. He has failed us. For there is one elament that is not stopped and it shall continue to eat away at man like a cancer. Religion. So this leader says that it is not all over and maybe the next conflict will decide if man is secular and free or religious and enslaved. I know the killing is not resolved and that I shall still have to fight for my freedom. After that, who knows.

• 12-8-09 Library/book store

I'm in this second hand shop that has this broken dirty book case in the corner. Often in dreams I have found wonderful books here. But this time like more recently it happens, I cannot find anything of real interest. This time I only find glimmers. But then I'm in my old grade school library. I know a important book is here. I realize I having been looking for this tome for years. But I long longer remember its name. I only know I'll know it when I see it. I don't see it.

• 12-17-09 Post downfall prank

Everything has broken down. The cities are in ruins. I meet these seven pretty blond identical twins. To shock the hung up survivors me and the seven pretend to be lovers. But we are really just friends and we go no further then to hug and kiss. It really shakes up the surviving people though.

• June 25 2012.

I am watching a TV show about archaeology. It shows a series of paper doll like Japanese rock carvings. Some are crudely done but others are of superb skill. The fingers interlock and the flat man shape rocks can be arranged in circles like cut out paper dolls. The locked fingers makes the circle hard to knock down. The rock shapes are of a dull grey stone with bands of dull to brilliant white crystal looking material. The crystal is strikingly beautiful in its most pure areas. While other areas are mixed with the grey rock to make off white crystal that does not reflect light as well.

Later I am in a Japanese factory where the robotic equipment is controlled telepathically. I kill another American who is working in the factory and whom I dislike by sending a robot arm into the back of his head with incredible speed causing his head to break open and spill out like a cantaloupe struck with a baseball bat.

June 27 2012 vaguely remembered sexy dreams. A cute co worker laying on me. a feeling of energies sexual and otherwise gathering. Hazy sketches of many pretty girls, getting close.

July 8 2012 I'm watching a commercial for a black lab dog. The overly cheerful announcer says. "We know he's a good dog because he's our dog! We run of copies of him and you too have have a really good dog!" Like a xerox machine or something cloning this good friendly black lab dog on demand. The commercial was exciting and hopeful but with a creepy under edge to it.

October 16 2012 South field archaeology

I am in the field south of my home walking along the edge of a archaeology dig that is being made. They are uncovering ancient houses. But these look pretty much just like the other modern houses of the area. These ones where buried under the field but probably thousands of years however.

October 24 2012 13th and Tyler

I go for a walk and I go all the way down to the four way road at 13th and Tyler. I am amazed by the amount of six sided dice that are along side the dirt road. Mostly big brightly colored Vegas dice. At first this kinda angers me for some reason. Then I realize that these are all my dice I have owned in the past. I gather up a couple front pockets full. In the field to the East are some rusted out old farming buildings and from between them there's a tall man in glasses with a pair of binoculars and a cell phone. I catch him talking about what some man is doing across the road and in the field there. I know he is firing guns I hear them report loudly. The man is walking to the road and I nod at him. He must be a private dectective I think. At the four way there is a mom and little girl. The girl is absolute perfection. So pretty like a little angel. We exchange smiles. I seem to remember talking briefly with her mother. Its a little ominous here with all the loud gun shots. I turn about and walk back. I encounter my friend Tammy there. She walks with me. The landscape here is like it was in the 1970's. With hay barns and sheds that are no longer there. Passing the last house before our farm I see the people there have objects layed out beside the road. It is tempting to pocket some items but I don't. I worry that Tammy will that the cigarette pack that is in the open drawer of a desk beside the road but she don't. For reason I think my mother will be upset by me talking and walking to so many people on my walk.

October 27 2012 the devastated store

I am working at a store. Something major has happened here. items strewn all over the floor in a great mess. Maybe a riot broke out who knows? I am working the shoes and clothes area. Trying to get pairs of shoes back together and its really confusing and frustrating the process they have worked out for this. The younger men working there tolerate me when I expect disrespect and rudeness. Later in the dream I am walking up a narrow hallway that is packed with pretty girl employees walking the opposite way. There is little room so we rub against each other pleasantly as I make my way.

October 27 2012 A Vague dream

I don't remember much about this one. Except that I am on some sort of important quest. I am battling against unknown forces. I don't remember if my foes are human or otherwise. I only remember searching for something and being in danger all the time. Going into trashed abandoned mansions. Fine furniture and lamps knocked over. Fearing I shall be killed. At some point I have a rifle and it is the bendy rifle I have been dreaming about a lot lately. The long gun is broken in the middle and when I raise it to site the broken part sags down and it can only fire if I can hold it right so it don't bend. I also remember fleeing a mansion across a meadow grown wild, fallen trees and leaning fence posts.

November 20 2012 Lion

I am once again at the dream location of a large sprawling Wild Lands farm that is past the dead end a mile down the road. I am trying to sneak back to neural ground without being seen as I always am in these dreams. While going threw a open walled hay barn I notice a couple small wild boars running outside. Real wild boars! I'm still walking forwards looking at the boars when I nearly walk into a African Lion. Huge maybe four hundred pounds. For a frozen moment we stare at each other and I try to back off and turn around all close and careful so as to not excite it. Instantly the beast roars and pounces. I am running as fast as I can between tall fences with metal and live stock feeders around me. The lion is closing in on me and there is no way that I can out run it. But it jumps up and licks me and purrs. Now its like a over sized house cat rubbing against me happily.

November 30 2012 Art Show

Getting ready to go to the gallery art showing. A dark fall day. Fire wood smell in the air. We are getting into this over sized truck, the cab could seat four, side by side. A gay man recognizes me. I realize I knew him in high school. "I learned you, I learned you", He says with a stereotypical gay man lisp. Tall skinny man with black hair, bushy slightly wild. He looks about 48 but I think he was a teacher or something. I can't place him, only have a dim memory of knowing him. But I am disturbed by him saying "I learned you", rather then I know you. I wonder if we might of had sex before, a disturbing thought to a straight person. I have no memory of any actual interactions with him though.

December 12 2012 Mom wrecks

I am riding with my mother in a strange blocky car, looks European. She pulls out a expensive looking cloth bag, looks like what you would keep diamonds it. She is not looking at the road at all. Opening the bag to reveal glistening black rocks and these odd silver objects, artfully constructed. I don't have any idea what they are. They look very expensive. I see we are fixing to side swipe a car and I warn her. But all her attention is on the contents of the bag and she rakes a car on my side. Then as I yell for her to watch the road she hits three more cars.

December 14 2012 Treehugger gets busted

A evil young Woman working with the government or some right wing power group has Treehugger arrested to prevent him from stopping someone's nasty plans.

December 15 More Endless Rooms

I am in a vast vast vast building. I is so fun to wander from room to room. Meeting these semi-mystical people who hang out of live in the endless room. Sexy cool Ladies. Interesting rooms and style. Mostly everything is wooden and it shows just how old the endless rooms are. At one point I leave threw a opening in the ceiling and I find myself in South Feild. I watch a massive sky island drift over head with a huge old wooden building on it. I have seen this building in other dreams and always was impressed by how tall it was. Now I realize although very big the reason why it seemed to far is that its floating in the air. Back down inside and exploring more and more rooms. Beds everywhere, I lay in one and realize its perfectly o k to claim any free bed you need at the time and there are endless ones. I walk into another room and it is a store. The rooms remind me of the gold rush period buildings in Colorado, Towns like Cripple Creek. I brush a finger over a young pretty girls cheek. She looks at me with a friendly but annoyed look. she is with many others at a bar awaiting old school soda fountain drinks. More wandering, walking into a storage closet with a wooden spiral staircase that takes up most the room. Every thing here seems magical.

Late 2012 Laratab dreams:

Party district of the near future.

• A phantasmic scene. Night party life in the near future. People dressed in wild outfits while others dress like now. I have this pill that can be crushed and smoked. I'm in a room with about 12 people in there and they want me to share with the crowd, I don't think its enough buzz per person so I leave the room looking for someone with a pipe. This pill is supposed to really really get you high I meet a guy , looks Russian, grisly bearded chubby. He says he has a pipe but not on hand. He is running a arrend but says if I wait till he gets back he shall have it on him. I agree. But my friends point out that he is getting into a car someone else is driving because he don't a ride and he won't be back tonight. I see an Aunt of mine out with her daughters even though in life she had no daughters. She was been cosmetically worked on to appear younger and sexier. Big modified cone shaped nipples, very long like dicks or fingers. Something about them is arousing. Her daughters are not modified but they are braless, natural nipples poking threw the fabric.

I'm on a booth where there is this amazing but hard to comprehend video display 3-d interactive. I am filled with wonder and delight as a manipulate the video with waving arms. He then this guy in a brown country style suit comes over. He looks very much like Huey Lewis. He changes with channel on the TV machine without even asking if I mind. So I adjust it back to the visual manipulation thing. Suddenly Huey punches me. Its like being kicked in the face by a horse. I lay there stunned fixing him with a "What the fuck?", look. But he is not done. He connects with three hard right handed jabs. But then the adrenaline surges threw me. I attack like the in the corner trapped animal I am. My hand finds a chunk of metal and I strike him with it. He is down, I'm not done either. I strike him a handful of times, each blow cracking more skull. Then I pour acid on his face and he dies. Later that night I kill someone else but I forget the details.

Playing on a back porch of a club, throwing a inflatable frizbee back and forth. The frizbee goes into a dark alley. I go down the wet concrete steps to retrieve it. There's homeless men laying about and there is human shit in many many piles. Someone tells me I shouldn't have went here. I hurry back.

• Hanging out with Ikipr

I"m in Texas and Ikipr's place. He has three beautiful girl comrades not sure if they are friends or lovers. But each is a sparkling lady. Very smart ladies. He has a small house but it is really strange. He has basically circuit bend his home. He shows me this by doing a trick straight out of Carlo's Casteneda's Don Juan novels. He and the ladies run around me into the semi clear silver material that makes up the walls. But they go to unexpected places. He might run south and return form the north even though the house has no more then six rooms. I remember something about walking around Austin, a on hike/tour.

• Coming to with guests over

At some point I am awareness after the black gap of sleep. Kennie and Jason Shagoda are over. They are filled with vibrant energy and life. They have set up a strange yellow cloth art piece in my living room. Mystic yellow lights making strange patterns. We talk awhile. I ask if they woke me up because I have not memory before sitting on the couch and talking to them. They saw yes. Now we are in my old trailer. I tell them I am sick and I don't want them around whooping and yelling when I call in or it will sound like a parties happening. I finally get rid of them. I see they have left big glass rectangles from my chest of drawers about on the floor and there's a piece shoved partly out the door. I pick it up and it shatters cutting the fuck out of my hand. When I first look one of the fingers is severed at the third joint. But when I look again its a big deep circle of missing flesh replaced but a dark red blood. Along side of palm a large glass fragment is jammed. I hurts something terrible. I scream but no sound, my voice lost to the flu's dehydration.

• Some other dream about being cut on broken glass

• Yellow cross means Doom

I am walking on Tyler road a half mile from where it intersects 21st. A strange hued yellow light appears in the sky. The shape a little like a cross but cruder. It looks completely unnatural. People are staring up at the sky in shocked wonder. Then these voices come from sky. A strange voice glitching in and out but basically saying "We are going to destroy you people". All hell breaks loose. Crazy lights in the sky. We think its a alien invasion. Tyranosauris Rex's break up the crowds of people gathered together outside. They scoop down to pick folks up and eat them. Its horrible. I'm in Maize. Me and other city folk are hiding in a house. But the phyics are all wrong. Rugs moved to trip us. Things get in the way, furniture gone sinister. "grab some weapons!!" A man screams in freaked out fear. I find my baseball bat even though I'm not home. I give him the rifle. He first rejects it thinking I should have the better of my two weapons. I say I don't know what we are dealing with but I want the bat. Always the feeling that some new horror will spring out any second. I forget the details but I remember there where many more deaths and strange hostile events.

Post note. I really did just now after these dreams but my hand on broken glass.

• March 3 2013-South Field roads.

I'm in south field and there are modern one lane roads here. There's small clusters of buildings. But rather then looking at the near future its like I'm looking at the past. This is a reaccurring dream location I was not aware of. But now I remember I've been there many many times.

May 1 2013-Schooled

I am in a very clear concise way explaining to the Tea party member at work why his propaganda is lies and bullshit. A unstoppable series of logical lucid points that destroy his Stupid conspiracy theories in a way that makes any counter-argument seem silly. The others in the break room listen in. Absorbing my excellent speech and understanding the truth of it in a way I would have a hard time bringing forth in a waking world debate.

May 2 2013 The Maize Glaze house stairs

I am hanging out at the Maize Glaze with four or five friends. The door to the basement is open. Its a massive wooden stair way that spirals deep down into a vast chamber. Evil radiates from the stairway like a damp chill. I decide that as long as I am here I should walk down a few steps and tempt the evil. Show it I'm not afraid and to defy it. But I am frightened. I walk down a few steps and I feel a strong pull. Like magnetism trying to draw me down. Then I don't see but feel a man like presence approach with a dull blue shroud. Dull for it is a dead tone and it reflects no light. Strong arms try to wrap the shroud around me and I fight to keep it off.

May 15 2013 Driving home

I am driving home. Going down Tyler road. There is a confusing road construction thing going on. Suddenly the car is gone and I am on foot like I never drove in the first place. I talk to a construction worker who apologizes for the road mess. I suddenly feel very very tired like I just want to lay down beside the road. I have to walk almost a mile and he says they could really work hard to make it easier for me to get home. I say that's alright but I make a suggestion on a alternative plan that the man declines. Feeling sick now and so tired I start walking, thinking its too far and I shall never be able to get back home.

May 16 2013 Future bar

I am in a bar that seems slightly futuristic. Lots of rich colors and liquid light show look. I see a former co-worker Aaron ?. He asks me questions about a pipe. I'm not sure if its a weed reference or not. He asks me to follow him to a different less populated room to show me something. I'm sure its about weed now.

October 14 2013 Phoenix mountain

Me and Scott are walking south on Tyler. We are in front of the small house that is straddled by South Field. A group of young males ages 14-16 are playing with handguns, assault rifles and shotguns in the front yard. We walk right over to them. A couple of them playfully point rifles at us. But we end up hanging out with them and Scott is not seen from here on in the dream. These are wild kids. Gun nuts, risk takers. Super macho, and no parents around. I wander if a "dad" even lives here at all. Along the tree line that surrounds the next house is a burned and bombed out looking house. I suspect these kids had everything to do with it. These kids smoke marijuana and they show me some high grade looking kind bud. Later on 13 year old looking boy is running around and he stomps on a pile of buds they left on the floor. He is like "Oh shit!", and he runs out the door and into the shelter belt where the fallen house sits. They grab guns and chase him. But I never hear a gun shot. They tell ballsie stories filled with bravado about crazy gun exploits. One kid asks me other then weed what drug he should do for his birthday. I ask if he has ever done LSD. He has not, none of them have and they seem to find my description of it fascinating. I ask them about mushrooms and ecstasy and they have not done these either. They talk a lot about phoenix mountain. A place they go to really have a lot of fun. They have a magazine that has a write up about it. As I read I am seeing events that happened there. Like a guy riding a personally made military tank like vehicle that goes very fast. Its driven up a steep hill at high speed and the guy riding on top says "Don't sit in the valley!". AS the machine hits the top of the hill he jumps and he fly's to the top of the next hill. Meanwhile the tank thing releases explosives and everything between the two hills becomes a fiery explosion. These crazy kids of nowadys.

October 20 2013 Our Leader

There has been some sort of society/government breakdown. I get the feeling there has been mass deaths. The people are told or compelled to meet in this gigantic auditorium. A few thousand people are in the seats. A couple boys ages 14 and 17 are walking on the auditorium floor. I have a bad feeling about it. Like I had a bad feeling when I was told to come here to here a speech from "Our Leader". The new leader shows up and he is a giant! Extremely fat and standing about 11 foot tall. He looks down at the boys on the auditorium floor and he draws back a leg for a harsh dragging kick. Both fly away almost certainly dead. I am very angry and I want to walk onto that floor and beat the almighty cocksnot out of this motherfucker. But he is about 47 times my body weight and I can only see trying it as a form of suicide. But something in the back of my mind says I can take him out. I listen instead to the pessimistic side. I stay where I'm at seething with rage.

October 22 2013 Rotten arm

My arms have been sore and weak for a long time. A fraction of my former strength. I'm not wearing a shirt and I look at my arm. My right arm where my yellow Sign tattoo is now is a big round crater At the bottom of the crater is rotten flesh. Its very disturbing and I wander if there is anything I can do for it now. Maybe pour some alcohol on it.

October 24 2013 Fucking

I'm at a strange house/vehicle or boat of enormous size. Endless rooms. A thunders storm is raging outside. I see Laura. She wants to fuck. We find a series of out of the way places and unused rooms and fuck. While fucking she keeps mentioning a girl I fucked not long ago at a party. I never knew her name. A dainty little thing with medium length jet black hair. It puts a artsy photograph this former fuck took up on the simple room light. Its a moody picture of a different light in some basement surrounded by darkness. So I say a few things about this brief encounter and Laura gets angry I'm discussing her. The sex is kinda uncomfortable and not entirely enjoyable. Laura feels so too. I say "It used to be good when we fucked". But we have reached some kind of phase where we can't even have good sex with each other. We are now on the sheets of a long line of cots that are built into the wall here, apparently to house sailors when the house boat is at sea. A window up way high by the ceiling is open and rain is flooding in. I worry that it will rot out the floor. But I think that this structure has stood for a very long time so it must have had that window open for years and no sign of damage yet...

October 25 2013 Farm invasion

It's late at night. I am hanging out with my parents sister and Grandma Nicholson by the garden. A long truck comes down the drive and another truck or two behind it. The people coming are whoopin and hollering. We wander who these late night visitors are. No one recognizes the vehicles. They see us from two thirds down the long drive and they open fire with handguns. I am the only one who sees this or knows the pop pop pop sound is gunfights. Bullets are ripping threw the air and I tell my family we are being shot at and I tell them to get low and take cover. They all go into a shed that has a locking door and I take off on foot. I see the trucks driving away down the driveway but I fear they will double back. I am in the back field now and I realize that I am right by the biggest truck. I am standing next to a broken down van that has its door hanging open so I go inside. I hear them talking about how they are going to steal this van. I know I will be discovered. So I try to sneak up on the driver of the biggest truck. I know he's the leader. I am close to him when I leave the van and he sees me right away and pulls a handgun. I grab his arms and we are wrestling for control of his gun while his buddies are coming to his aid. He is a tall lean man, 40 something. He looks like a normal Kansas redneck but his face looks crazy. He grins as he fight for the gun. "I'll fucking kill you. I don't mind killing folks one bit". So I lean my face forwards to bite his nose, hard enough to draw blood and leave a scar. But this don't phase him, I bite again deeper harder.

December 2 2013 Second hand store in a decrepit city

I nervous fear grips me and I walk threw a bombed out and decrepit looking city with a small handful of people who seem to be my friends. Including a couple thirty something Women. I have a drum stick in my hand and I air drum and wave it around like a magic wand. I feel powerful when I do this. We enter a large used items store. I check out the big dark red wood bookcase. This is the same old battered book case I encounter in my used brick a brack store dreams but this seems to be a different location. Old musty and water warped books mostly. I find some really awesome fantasy and horror books I have wanted since a teen. I have a stack of about six of them. They are large with color illustrations. But I put them down while looking for work pants and they are gone. I look all over and I don't ever find them. I buy a used pair of khacky work pants and put them on in the store. I realize I got ripped off when I see myself from behind in a mirror and the pants have a massive hole in the ass/taint area and the people of the store folded it cleverly to conceal it when I bought it. I have my drum stick with me and I realize they will accuse me of stealing it if I try to leave the store with my drum stick that I brought in. So I will have to pay for it. I don't like this place.

December 2 2013 Nemesis

I am outside on my front porch. There is a closet built into the deck. It's always been there but I forget about it. I open it and on a top shelf I see several clean warm cozy looking blankets. I'm surprised I forget about them its great to find them and they will be piled onto my bed.

I have a nemesis. I don't even know who he is. But dude is some kinda genius and out to get me. I am paranoid as hell about it. I am at work in the stockroom. CathloPublican is beside me facing down one of the backstock isles. Suddenly several boxes push out from a tall shelf ominously. I ask Cathlo if He say that and he says he didn't. I'm not sure if he really can't see the boxes that where pushed halfway off the shelf from something behind or if he claims he can't so he won't have to go down there to check it out and risk getting hurt or killed. I'm sure that Nemesis has a secret door or room there. He must have pushed the boxes out trying to either get at me or to scare me. Then a cell phone starts ringing and I can't tell where its coming from. I can tell by the sound its my phone. I think it is coming from the secret room where to boxes where pushed from. Fear.

12-23-13 Earthworks

I am at the Western edge of the property. This is where until the 1980's a wonderful grove of trees stood and the Mad Man's house. Now its been scraped up by bulldozers. The signs of the crops field pushed away. Now its raw earth. There is a wide groove in the ground that is the remains of the ancient flood channel. Great bigger then Man sized dirt clods pushed up and together in a high ridge. Something of all this suggests power. The Mad Man's house is not here, nor the grove, but I remember them both is this dream. As I watch a great dirt clod breaks up and falls in triple the size of Man chunks. The land beyond rises and falls in gradual hills and depressions. Like I am seeing the ancient landscape, or impression of it remaining after this earthworks project. A slight feeling of danger, like someone don't want me seeing all this but no one is here to see or stop me from looking.

12-24-13 I don't want to die.

I am riding down my home street with my cousin Tim. He is driving a pick up truck on the dirt road. There are barb wire fences lining the fields on either side. He gets the truck up to around 120 miles an hour. I know what he is fixing to do. I dream of it often and have experienced riding with drivers who really did it. Go really fast lock the brakes and spin the wheel to make the truck spin in quick 360's. In my dreams it tends to go off the road and strike something. I am struggling to put the safety belt on. But the truck is rocking and bouncing so hard I can't. "I don't even have my safety belt on, I don't want to die!", I tell him. He jams the pedal and the truck surges forwards even faster then before.

12-27-13 Tim's house.

I've been staying at my cousin Tim's place. He has a large expensive house decked out with expensive high tech things. Seems I have been staying there for months. That it started with him asking me to stay there and house set for a few days but he never came back and I have more or less moved in waiting for his return. Finally I get some vague message from him. Something about how he has been away for a long time but he is still busy and won't be back awhile.

I am at the farm's pond near the road. The water is gone but the depression in the land where is stood is still there in sharp relief. Someone has made strange musical instillations here. Odd instruments that are built into yellow stone large crude brick walls and floors. Like unfinished buildings with great acoustics. The instruments are crude but very exotic and interesting sounding.

I am going threw some of my old notebooks looking for good parts to read aloud and add music too. There's some really good sketches and stories here I've never done anything with since making them. In fact I'm amazed and delighted with this stuff. I want to scan the pictures but it seems so complicated to do so.

12-28-13 Youtube weed party

I am watching a weed party on YouTube. It has workers from another store who came over to help our store catch up. It has Old Sheridan house people like Jason S. Another random people I once knew and others I know in this dream but who never where "real". They are acting crazy joking around and smoking loads of weed. Then I remember I hung out with this group. There's a east Indian lady with a smoking hot body and I squeezed and ran my hands across her perfect exotic breasts. We hunt out again in the old rotten wooden bleaches my dad set up facing the road in front of the farm. In the video I see me finding many large cool rocks there. So I decide to walk to these bleachers to find some more.But I'm finding nothing. When I go behind the small spare bleachers the wooden structure I'm standing on gives with a rotten sound and I fall into a small hole. Such a narrow steep fall that its really hard to get back out. While struggling I find several of my old and forgotten notebooks such as the ones I've been narrating and adding music too where stored for years in a built in box unit behind the bleachers. While trying to get out a car pulls up. It takes a bit to get raised up enough to see past the bottom of the car. There is a wide fat black lady with big glasses and huge frizzy hair taking pictures of the bleachers with a old school analog camera. I finally am able to sit up and she jerks back in shock to find out I've been here all along, just unseen.

I'm back at the weed party. People complain they won't buy weed to share with the group anymore because they are never satisfied and they keep smoking all the weed anyone has. I talk to the Indian lady and she talks about me feeling her breasts like I'm a third person she's describing the event to. She says it was awkward but felt to exciting. I want to fondle this intellectual young ladies tiny breasts but she isn't going for it. A shame she is really cool, not that sexy but cool enough to make me want her.

1-3-14 To the Wildlands

I walk to the back of the farm, to what once was the thick grove of trees and beyond. Along a stream of the river. The landscape here is amazing. Low hills, trees, a ancient look and feel. This is folded space, a magic land more known to the Native Americans pre-invasion then to my people. I know this land belongs to someone else and I am not allowed here. I must be careful not to get caught. One common feature here is that the river bed is part of a large dipped groove in the land made when the river was deeper and wider. Rooms and buildings are carved out of ancient rock. Wonder after wonder is revealed. Fields boxed by shelter belts of trees. Sometimes with crops sometimes over grown with young trees. Wanting to see more and cover more ground I fly about 9-12 feet above the ground and wander more. On the horizons I see old stone towns, something between old mid town towns and ancient elvin buildings.

1-20-14 Buffalo

I am with someone in a pasture. Its a pasture of strange ancient prairie grass. Bufalos graze about here. Massive animals. I point out to this person how big they are. These buffalo have strange carpet life object on they're backs. The style reminds me or Asian Native America and old Europe.

1-21-14 Yesterday discs

I am in Yesterday discs, a used CD and vinyl store. Shopping for music. There are a handful of young Men laughing in a air of superiority about "kids who don't get it" and complain about paying 17 dollars for a used CD. I think they are assholes but say nothing. Lots of albums here but little I want to buy. I consider getting Uriah Heep's Salisbury album. I notice they have a self Titled album by a German artist named Dick Nicholson. He looks about forty years old from the cover. Short blocky blond hair. Its a techno/eletronica album probably from the early nineties. I have to piss so I leave the store. I plan to google Dick Nicholson when I get home to find out more about this namesake techno artist.

2-4-14 Living in the wild lands woods

I am talking to someone about my having lived in the wild lands woods for quite awhile with other people. I have been creating new products that are natural eco friendly. A metal disc filled with Celtic knot work that stores endless more energy then a battery could. All sorts of food and meds created from the natural plants there. Turns out the community I live in is 5-8% Elvin ancestry. A percent once much higher before the Elves where purged from the area. Since Elves where removed or exterminated around a couple hundred years ago the percentage of Elvin blood these folks has gone down from its high of around 24%.

2-5-14 Self imposed ruler.

Society has broken down from something big. I don't know what. I have moved into the great vast building. When I first arrive there is a Man there and others join. The first Man has cast himself the leader of us without our permission or consent. Now he is walking down the halls sealing folks eyes and nostrils shut with brushes of some clear glue. When He comes around to do this to me again I refuse. He goes ballistic instantly. He screams and charges, trying to strange me. full of "Righteous fury". I beat him down without too much effort.

2-6-14 randomizing weaponry

So a Man skilled in search and destroy missions is sent with henchmen I would best describe as orcs are sent to kill me and my companions. We flee into the woods with our swords but they are not far behind. Into a maze part thick forest paths, branches too thick to pass threw and part cave system. In the cave are many more orcs and we are attacked immediately. The companions not killed out right are separated from me as I run away alone still pursued. Then I learn I have a randomizing weapon. It may turn into a rifle allowing me several shots into advancing orcs or it may become a flaming sword. At one point I am in a great building with a roof and the floors are made of grass. A friendly Gandalf like wizard sings a song about this grasshoper like bug. He then shows me this plant that has stalks that look like grass hoppers. I must go the chase continues.

2-6-14 Other randoms

After going back to sleep after randomizing weaponry dream I dream of a world of randomness. Objects changing constantly. I try to play a drum kit with a live band. But my drum sticks are gigantic wooden hammers. They are too big and awkward for me to hit the drums very hard and make much noise. We are breaking things all the time for fun. A broken fire extinguisher shatters into a big bottle of chocolate syrup for ice cream. Later we discover that everything has a reset to default button and we are restore broken items. Odd sexy lady in the crowd very skinny. Friend points her out as some sexy pussy. She is showing the crowd her parts but they are randomized things. A smooth wooden crotch with a silver screw with huge head instead of her pussy. Some small mechanical objects for tits.

2-6-14 The other party

I am at a party where most of the people there are my relatives. But a couple friends ask me to come with them. I think we are going to some special place. But it turns out to be a different party. I don't know anyone there and I don't see my friends again in this dream. Almost everyone here are Latino and I don't have any idea what country they come from. I'm talking to a black lady in the kitchen. Here in the kitchen they have party favors. Its long bits of ice about the length of bread sticks. Frozen water. I reach to grab one to suck and chew on and I know another piece of ice onto the floor. I put that piece into the sink.

2-7-14 I'm a teacher

There are a new breed of teachers out there. Commited to making society better threw the education of children. I am such a teacher. I am listening to teacher not of our schools speech about LSD. Drugs mainly LSD are tools we use in our teaching. I am expected this thirty something skinny lady to give us hell. But she said she tried it and it was a wonderful experience for her and she approves. A new convert. "That was so wonderful I could give you a hug", I tell her. But later the kids in my honor make this awesome crystal or rock object that looks like a sea shell with strands of root beer color in the white. They stay in the floor below mine. To surprise me they spiral the thing and it digs threw the floor to my room. But it also digs threw the flesh of my leg almost hitting up against bone. I writhe in pain.

2-7-14 Twin Bridges on Maple street

I am on Maple street. I forget my car I have to walk to work. I recall walking down Tyler before 21st. A old 1950's or earlier Ray Bradbury small town look to the house. Its dirt road and I look for cool rocks and crystals. Something about a really old door standing on its own in someone's yard. Now I am approaching the Maple street bridge. Only its out. Only its a combo of the real bridge and of Twin Bridges where I used to hang out at. I need to get past this ruined burned out and a little bit twisted bridge. The way down is too high and steep to climb down it and get across that way. There is not enough left of the bridge for me to cross it. But with energy I run up onto it to the edge. Looking down at the river bed below I see flashes of many rivers and dry river beds from other bridges I have seen. Toggling quickly from scene to scene.

May 9 2014 break in

I am hanging out with Kat and a little Asian dude. We want to get high but he have nowhere to go. Kat says he knows how to get into this house and we can hang out and get high there. I take my pipe along but I have no weed. Kat has both. Asian dude has nothing. So we go to this house. Looks like its between renters. Kat twists the door knob and pushes hard against the right upper side at the same time and it opens. He hurries in to disable the alarm. He has done this a few times below. There is furniture here but it looks unlived in. We go to the back bedroom and start smoking. Kat leaves the room and returns kinda freaked looking. He says someone else was just in here. We get paranoid. I think about leaving the pipe hidden in here but I don't want to loose it. So in my pocket and hope for the best. Kat leads the way so he can rig the alarm again. We trail behind him. Asian dude coming up slow so I wait a few beats for him. We walk into the living room and a family of older people are in here. "Get out of our house!" He screams. "What are you doing in here!".

6-26-14 Escape

I living at my parent's house and a friend is over. I have a few ounces of weed and my friend has some. Suddenly there's cops in the house. They have my friend's weed and they are off into the other part of the house searching it. That's where my big stash is and rather then wait around and get busted I walk off. My friend respects authority too much to leave he is waiting for the outcome of this ordeal. I walk along the tree line shelter belt behind the farm. I keep thinking the cops will come after me. I have a small amount of shake in my pocket but no smoking device or lighter. Then I realize that I'm naked. Its a little cool out and I think I am going to end up pretty cold. I keep walking and past the shelter belt there's a disused field with clumps of trees here and there. Very ancient looking area. S I keep on walking. I am a long ways from home now and I no longer think the cops are going to come after me or have any idea where I am for that matter. I end up on the wild lands farm that I dream of often. With its maze of sheds and out buildings. I am just in the middle of it suddenly. There's a couple Men talking and I cup find some old rags to hide my genitals with as I call out to them. I know they will see me to I call out to them rather then have them discover me trying to sneak away. They don't hear me and I call a few times before they do. I suddenly am wear shorts that go down just before my knees. I talk to them and they are actually cool people.

7-9-14 The fence that borders south field

I am walking with a co worker along the fence line that borders south field, on the south side. Recently the field has been worked by a combine and the remaining stalk and leaves now are forming a thin floor as high as the top of the fence. My co worker is walking on the stalks and somehow not breaking threw to the ground so I join him up there. Then I notice there's three small tool boxes attached to the fence and normally hidden by the crops. I think they have not been touched and have lain forgotten for around thirty years. I am reluctant to investigate the boxes because co worker may think he is entitled to some tools if there are any in there. But I open them. Nearly all the usable tools have been picked threw decades ago and only seldom used sockets and other tools remain.

7-31-14 I'm in Japan

I am in Japan with a Man who lives there who is my friend. He is taking me around to check things out. Only a few details remembered. Like these vast honeycomb walls of little chambers a person can only just fit in. So uncomfy and disturbing. I don't get or like them. Wandering a small town very much like 1970's Maize Kansas. But somewhat Japan like. Eating a really good soup in a little restaurant. The broth is grey. But later on the room floods with grey water that looks the same as the soup and I am nauseated. The water level is over the short table that you sit cross legged in front of to eat so the soup is flooded with the dirty looking water. At one point I see a strange apparantly dead creature on the floor. Looks somewhere between a spider and a crab the size of my fist. "What the hell is that?", I ask my friend. He says nothing but he backs away from it quickly

I meet a hunter. He seems more Vietnamese then Japanese. He is fixing to go hunting beyond this small town. I am surprised people hunt in Japan, I've never heard of this before. He asks what kind of game I like. My friend translates for me. Friend says they -like quantity for there hunts. I saw I like deer. Dude likes my answer.

-8-27-14 Spinal cord monster

A mad scientist is making life forms out of parts of people. As I walk threw a narrow hall way there is a third length of human spinal cord and a wide flap of flesh that wiggles and writhes with life. It lashes around my ankle as I try to get around it and I have to shake it off. It's dead flesh is hard and sharp like thorns.

8-28-14 Human beasts coming up the stairs

I'm at the old maize glaze house. Coming up the stairway to the downstairs. Now a long steep narrow stairway are growling Man beasts with only killing on they're minds. I grab a long metal rod and as the lead one comes up and keep slamming the top of its head. I feel the skull cracks and give in and it falls dead. The others hesitate.

8-31-14 Cool place

I am hanging out sleeping in a building that we recently discovered on the farm. Its a ceder wooden structure. Small but very clean and fresh and two stories tall.I am in the small bedroom that tops the building. It has long narrow windows on each wall. I like this place a lot, its like between a camper and a log cabin. But it is really hot and stifling in here. I think it would be really cool to hang out here after dark. Open the odd shaped windows to let the breezes flow through.

9-25-14 Red Head

I am in a building. There is a super long black leather couch against a wall. I am siting on it cuddling with a pretty young Woman with vividly dyed red hair. All is peaceful and chill but then Xtian dude is there on the couch on the other side of her patid "That's enough! Get the fuck out of here!", as I shove him to the floor. I stand up and start kicking him side as hard as I can over and over again.

9-26-14 Maize Food center

I am at a re-accuring dream location the Maize Food center. When a very small child Mom would shop there and they had a rack of child's toys way up past a kids reach and desired the toys so bad then. Now I can see the still high wooden shelves of toys but I see nothing of interest here.

11-10-14 those are not turkeys

I hear the sound of a group of turkeys outside. But it sounds strange. I fill with joy and rush outside to see them. Yep eight turkey's bopping across the yard. But then I realize they are NOT turkeys. They are so kind of reptile and are pitch black but shaped basically like a turkey is. They walk and move in a very strange almost space alien like way. I know if I get too close I could be injured or killed but I am safe where I stand and watch.

11-27-14 Dry

The world is wrong. Parched dry confusion. I need to delete the tail end of a audio file on my computer. I can't make the delete key work on any of the keyboards that surround me. I see my weed jar is open and utterly dry weed is all over the floor. I gather it back into a different jar.

When I wake up I find the weed in fact has been transferred to a different jar. It seems I was acting out the dream in the waking world while dreaming. The audio file needing clipping still open on the computer.

12-27-14 SuperMe

I have super powers and I wear a second hand superman outfit. Its the near future and I get attacked by people from the Government who want to put me down for the potential power I yield. I kill most of them. Now they are out to get me but with FBI agents and cops rather then with troops. I have a small group of resistance fighters without super powers. We are always on skirmish runs. Running getting caught up with and fighting repeat repeat. All my followers die after many battles. I am in a great vast building. Going between floors behind walls. Running getting caught killing running again. Just wanting to be left alone. Finally I find the wall out beyond a vast thick blue iron wall. I'm on a Extremely house train. Taller then the buildings of the cities and going fast across a wasteland. Looks like the area has been nuked several decades ago.

12-27-14 Spiritual homeland

I am walking down by the end of Tyler. To the left is my brother's and before that my Grandfather's farm. He actually sold the farm many years ago but there it is. With the long drive way sided by trees. I walk on the other side of the tree line from the drive way. The trees are incredible. I am charged as I walk along the line of trees with the flat winter field under my feet. I notice a Mr. Johnny Badass Cop driving by on a over sized super motorcycle. I think he is going to interrogate me and I have a pipe and a lighter in my blue jeans pocket. I try to fish them out and drop them in this field by the trees so I don't have them on me. Then I can recover the goods later. But my jeans are tight with strong creases I cannot get my fingers past. And I am trying to act as casual as I can when I do it. It keeps sounding like the cop is turning around, no doubt to come after me as I walk on and struggle with the unyielding pocket. The drive way loops around the house with trees bordering it. I still keep hearing him turning around getting closer and the sound seems to be looping. I walk past the house and the bushes in front of the lawn to the back yard. I look into the field beyond the property. It is unfocused and shimmers like gelatin. I focus on the field and I see two worlds or times. I see the field as it is, a winter empty field with soft rising hills. But the harder I focus I see another magical place. The river is so wide it looks like a lake. With tall hills and groves of trees. As the area probably really looked in the 1900's or earlier according to descriptions Dad told me of the area. Before the river changed its course and before Colorado dammed it squeezing off the river's life to a trickle. A magic land, I feel like this is either the past or the present but the present of a alternative world. A spiritual place.

12-27-14 Bringing it down.

I am taking down the government. I am doing it with a old brown leather work shoe that has a thick rubber soul. I have opened up the side of the shoe and filled it with clock work cogs and springs. When the cogs spin the government will end.

12-30-14 A huge convention

I go to this so crowded convention. I think it was to find some vastly discounted items or meds. Alien Scrim is with me for part of the dream until we get separated. There must be around seven thousand people or more in this big building. I start looking a some certain girl for romanticalsexual desires. Then I start looking for a certain sort of a girl but my whole concept is vague and confused by the endless variations. This crowd seems nearly all white with a few Mexican people thrown in here and there and no other types. A teenage girl walks by with her mother. Her round fine breast has slipped out and she puts it back in here shirt while her mother asks if she is okay.

12-31-14 Road of objects.

Another recurring dream location. Maize road a mile west. I am walking down the road and the sides of the road are packed with random objects. Some nice and I kinda want but don't take not knowing what rule of ownership these ditch things fall under. A shift and I am in a van with my family my brother driving. Turning on 61st. I am happy and excited I am dreaming about this location. I look down and the ditch is very deep more a canyon. Brief lucidity.

12-31-14 House sitting

recurring dream location is appearing a lot dreamt of it this morning. I am house sitting my cousin's big posh home. It is just for a week he said but months go by and i have to stay there til he returns huge house with a odd dipped back yard like there was a abandoned archaeological dig there, the big yard is bordered by hostile looking faded once grand two and three story houses.

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