The dream I remember the best from last night is actually slightly disturbing. Actually, I should preface it first: I got a note from somebody via my site last night, asking me if I’d ever attempted to answer questions via hypnagogic visions. They suggested I try to figure out where the next terrorist attack is going to be. To me, this seems like kind of a fucked up morbid way to explore dream territory, but I suppose I can see how it would be interesting. So, anyway, I did not try to do this before I went to sleep last night. But maybe the idea was planted in my subconscious, I don’t know.

In any event, I had a semi-disturbing dream involving crashing airplanes. Actually, I wasn’t terribly disturbed by at the time, it was more of like a matter-of-fact reaction to the whole thing. Anyway, I was in this house by the water on, what my dream said was the south shore of Long Island. I don’t think that was a real hard and fast location though, it was just someplace by the water that my brain already knew. So there I am, in this house, and I’m in the front room, the living room, and out of the corner of my eye, I see this plane flying way too low to be safe. I turn away for a second, and it’s gone. Then, about two minutes after, I see another plane doing the same thing in a similar flight route. And this plane crashes nose first into the ground in front of the water. And then a third plane does the same thing, right near by.

They looked like small passenger jets, and had white bellies and red upper halves. In my dream, I understood that the original plane had crashed and disappeared under water. The mother of the family ran outside and I guess I did too. I heard somebody say something about an area called “Tavalina” which was nearby (doesn’t seem to exist anywhere). And the mother told me something about how now her son was going to have to go back to war, because of all this.

I’m not terribly convinced that this was like a precognitive dream about a terrorist strike. I mean, besides the fact that I hope it’s not. But yeah, it feels like it was probably more symbolic. Especially, because the way the jets crashed. It was like they fell straight down and landed on their noses, and they did so in like a symmetrical manner.

Another dream I had involved me hanging out with my friend John and his family, who are all really cool. At some point in the dream, I wanted to give John’s mom this painting, to thank her for her hospitality. And she was like so pleased with it that she passed out or something. Which is pretty funny. At some other point last night, I had a dream about another friend, who wasn’t in the dream at all, but one of whose parents had just died “the previous wednesday.”

I also made a note to myself in my dream notebook, that says:

Building dinosaurs in medieval settlement

I don’t really remember much about the dream that this note refers to. I have like this vague recollection of like fashioning this giant fake dinosaur or dragon out of like a wire frame, and grass and a bunch of other stuff. I guess it had something to do with a medieval settlement, but I can’t say more than that.

The final dream I had before waking up was that I was Spiderman. I had the costume on, I think, and I remember shooting webs out of my wrists. I shot them at this brown/black old VW Bug full of these girls. I don’t know what they had done that I felt like I had to stop them from escaping. But at first, I was like, oh no, they’re gonna get away, and then I remembered my webs and started slinging. That caught their car, and then I remember lifting it up over my head. Oh yeah, this whole thing took place in the front yard of the neighbor who lived in front of us in highschool on Long Island.