He’s so dreamy!
Here’s the latest batch of dreams and hypnagogic vision fragments from last night:
In a vision, somebody said to me: “Turn around. The three are likely a good game, John.” I emailed this to my friend John, cause maybe the advice was actually meant for him, but accidentally came to me…
This one took place from a three-quarters overhead view, like in a video game. I see myself sitting in a classic red convertible, top down. There is a white dog seated next to me, looking very regal. A uniformed arm reaches down from offscreen and places 4 neatly folded bags of fast food lunch in the backseat of our car.
This was more a string of images than what I would call a “vision.” It started out with the word “Tasker,” which in my mind became “Harry Tasker” - Arnold Schwarzenegger’s name in True Lies. Tnen there was a picture of a woman in a red dress, holding a power drill in front of her as a defensive instrument. Then I thought of the game Pictionary, and about how these images, strung together, were very much like the sort of communication that happens in pictionary, since you can’t use words. Then I realized the thing this woman was so scared of was a dragon. Then I saw this gold band, or collar, with magical-looking writing on it. I think this collar ultimately was placed on the dragon thing to control it. By the end of the dream, the word “Juldentwald” came into my head. It may have been the name of the dragon… There are no search results for it on Google, even with the spelling varied several ways. It now reminds me a bit of the dragon Fafnir, in the Nibelunglied, who Sigurd slays, eats of his heart and bathes in his blood, and thereby learns the language of birds, and gains invulnerability, except for a spot on his back, which was covered by a leaf during the blood-bath.
Yet another one that was more a series of images, than a complete vision… it started out in a football field at night, like the one in Varsity Blues. There was an enormous painted ceramic statue of a football player running, with his hand out in front of him. It towered over the field, maybe like a 100 feet tall. From the outstretched hand, a trap door opens, three ropes drop out, and three uniformed men rappel down the ropes. Upon reaching the bottom, the ropes are lit on fire, like fuses. The flames travel quickly up to the statue, and upon reachin it, the statue immediately incinerates and disappears.
After that I must have fallen asleep. I woke up from a dream about like Jesus or the Bible or something, and had this very clear vision in my mind, or words which I had seen written down, and which were very important. I was excited, because I actually remembered the words clearly, which is unusual. But then I opened my eyes to write them down, and they vanished. All I could write down was an approximation of them, which doesn’t really seem all that important by itself: “With Jesus had been many things, including scriptures.” Doesn’t seem revelatory at all now, but whatever this sentence reflected in my dream definitely was.
There was this really long dream that was about other events altogether. But I remembered a detail that ran through the whole thing, and seems significant. It was Halloween, and so I dressed up in one of those orange jumpsuits that they make prisoners wear sometimes. There was one part where I had fake ankle-cuffs also. But then I realized, or somebody pointed out, that I was in fact one day early with my costume, and it was actually only October 30th.
I remember having this dream about this woman who was delivering final versions of David Bowie albums to be cut to wax or whatever back in the day. I don’t know what albums they were.
That dream eventually turned into a dream where I was at some party, at like my “house” although it wasn’t anywhere I recognized. Some friends were there with me. We’d bought a bunch of cheap wine and champagne and food and stuff. With the intention of just getting loaded, rather than being fancy. A girl from highschool was there with some of her hoity-toity friends, who I didn’t know. We gave all of them drinks, even though it meant we ran out of something. This one girl gulped her drink greedily, only to then launch into this big thing about how we’d bought such cheap wine or champagne or whatever. At first, I was like, whatever. It didn’t matter, but she kept going on and on about it. So I eventually said to her something like, “Well, if you didn’t enjoy it, why don’t you throw it up, so that someone else can drink it and enjoy it.” And I cupped my hands in front of her, expectantly. She was mortified at the suggestion. “Relax,” I said, “It was just a joke.”
Before I woke up, I had an extremely vivid dream about my grandparents on my mothers side. My grandpa died last summer sometime. My grandma before I was even born. In the dream, all these people were gathered at his old house for his wake or funeral or whatever. Grandma and grandpa were there too, only in like a sort of ghostly insubstantial form. And they both looked young, and were dressed as they are in their wedding photo. Him with his WWII army dress suit on. They thought everyone was gathered there to celebrate their wedding day. They were happy and frisky and full of energy and love for one another. After most people had left, they were kissing, because they thought nobody could see them. But my brother and I, and my mom and some other people were still there in the house. I could see them, and maybe a couple other people, I’m not sure. But all of a sudden, my grandmother realized what was really going on. That all these people were here for a funeral, not a wedding. And she told my grandfather that it was time for them to be leaving. So, all of a sudden, he looked much older again, and he was sort of illuminated from behind (like a sun was setting behind him), and was wearing this long biblical-looking dark blue striped shepherd’s cloak. He came over to my mother to console her and to say goodbye. All of us were crying, and he was telling us to stop very brusquely. Then I woke up. It was one of those dreams, where it seemed like it was almost certainly the people who were represented in it. Which is especially important, because they’re both dead, and because I’ve never met my grandmother, but I’m almost positive it was her.
I also just remembered a dream where, in part of it, we uncovered this hoard of old coins, like it was a pirate treasure or something. Sort of like in Goonies when they find that boat full of treasure. And I remember saying something about “One-Eyed Willy” at the time. And I remember trying to pick up all these heaps of coins and things.
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