In-depth one this morning. Unfortunately I can't remember all the details. There was a ghost in this house... and... legends... and a spider that kept avoiding me when I tried to squash it which was actually a person of some kind... come to think of it, that probably wasn't very nice BUT I BET SHE WAS WITH ARACHNOPHOBIA ANYWAY and no one cares about Arachno-mooks. And then all the legends were resolved and it became a normal house, except there was this... sealed crypt thing in the backyard. (The backyard = NJ backyard) Also, very small sunflowers or very large black-eyed susans. I was a guy and I was walking my daughter through the backyard, wondering when I should tell her about the house's history. And then this guy came and wanted to exploit the legends, so he went into the crypt. There was a "coin" involved, but it was actually a washer. I went in after him to stop things from getting screwed up. Except by going in, that made the villain take action again, kidnapping my wife (......). At this point, I realized I was dreaming, so I had to make a quick decision: wake up and remove the stressful situation, or stay dreaming and figure out how to deal with the situation. I chose to keep dreaming, just in case I ever run into the same situation in real life. /voice drips with sarcasm
In any case, I made an effort to save my wife based on something I'd "done before"--I don't know if it was something I'd done earlier in the dream, or if it was a false memory, but in either case, the villain was expecting it. Now the guy who burst into the crypt earlier appeared from where my wife was supposed to come--wearing the dress my wife had been wearing--and the crypt changed into a tennis court. And we played... uh, it was tennis except with six people on a side like volleyball. My side was all awful. I heard something from real life and decided to wake up.
6.22.2010
062210 Err... sorry.
Let's try to get back into this. The dreams I'm recording now are from between when I woke up at 6:30 and when I was re-woken at 8:40.
I cannot recommend reading about Death (from Soul Eater) as a method of falling back asleep.
I dreamt up a new episode in which for some reason Death was wearing his robe as a cape instead and had the body of a fairly well-muscled human. So the impression was kind of like Ashura when they fight, except wearing black cloth instead of pale skin. Umm had markings all over his chest too. I'm fairly sure the whole getup is an effect of those DeathxStein pics I saw a long time back. *twitch* And his hair was taped down with blue tape. Yeah... Wait...... shouldn't he have had... Brain, you lose like twenty billion points. Anyway Kid was there too, but Death was yelling at him for some reason after the battle. Which I think was in like South Africa or something (thank you, World Cup). Except it was my backyard.
After that, I had those bacon-grease-and-sugar biscuits which are so tasty as long as you don't think about what you're eating. I texted RB about them. Then we went to the Nygrens', and they thought they'd sent the biscuits from Germany a while back, which made perfect sense to my dreambrain even if we couldn't figure out why they were still good. Then C. picked on RB (who wasn't there) for using "2" rather than "two" in his text. Then Z. knocked on my door and woke me up to take him to soccer.
I cannot recommend reading about Death (from Soul Eater) as a method of falling back asleep.
I dreamt up a new episode in which for some reason Death was wearing his robe as a cape instead and had the body of a fairly well-muscled human. So the impression was kind of like Ashura when they fight, except wearing black cloth instead of pale skin. Umm had markings all over his chest too. I'm fairly sure the whole getup is an effect of those DeathxStein pics I saw a long time back. *twitch* And his hair was taped down with blue tape. Yeah... Wait...... shouldn't he have had... Brain, you lose like twenty billion points. Anyway Kid was there too, but Death was yelling at him for some reason after the battle. Which I think was in like South Africa or something (thank you, World Cup). Except it was my backyard.
After that, I had those bacon-grease-and-sugar biscuits which are so tasty as long as you don't think about what you're eating. I texted RB about them. Then we went to the Nygrens', and they thought they'd sent the biscuits from Germany a while back, which made perfect sense to my dreambrain even if we couldn't figure out why they were still good. Then C. picked on RB (who wasn't there) for using "2" rather than "two" in his text. Then Z. knocked on my door and woke me up to take him to soccer.
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