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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.