From a MEAD 70 sheet/wide ruled notebook, the following was my first attempt at a dream journal... many, many moons ago.
"DAWN OF SELF-REPROACH"
I readied myself to take a shower in an unfamiliar black and white bathroom. A large part was devoted to the shower, with a wall of opaque glass and a large sliding door. The shower area was illuminated from the other side, perhaps
from a window. Adjacent to the shower was a wall with a soap cubby hole. I grabbed the bar of soap that rested in the cubby hole and entered the shower door.
Next I stood in a room adjoining the shower room -- it seemed to be another room within the bathroom area, with two small steps leading up into the shower area. A young woman stood about ten feet before me in this annexed bathroom area.
She was someone I fancied in my waking hours; and I believe she fancied me as well. Within the confines of this room, I heard running water.
We began the process of undressing before one another. I spoke to her as I removed my clothes and placed them on a table. She sat on the small steps which led to the shower area and removed her socks, leaning over her knees as she did so.
In a quiet and reassuring manner, she said she was glad that I did not ever shut-up. It seemed to be her way of saying that she liked me. When I reminisced about meeting her father, she responded, "Yeah, he's never home."
I removed a pair of button-fly pants. I knew at that point I would be wearing a t-shirt, a pair of underwear, and nothing else. My glance returned to her. Still seated on the steps, the only item of clothing she still wore was her t-shirt.
My glance was drawn, momentarily, to the small brown inverted triangle-shaped tuft between her legs. In an attempt to be nonchalant about the whole matter, I calmly stated, "Oh, you're naked," and completed my undress.
Unfortunately for me, the dream shifted to a house at night. Looking out a window, I saw a plane on fire. Its silhouette fell past a side window. I pointed out the occurance to some who did not witness the descent of the plane. The house sat
on the edge of a cliff. A neighbor's house was located at the bottom of the cliff. From the front porch, I looked down the cliff and watched the plane hit the ground. Someone incorrectly identified the plane's make as a MiG, but it looked more like a
small condensed version of a World War II bomber. It hit the ground with a dull thud: it sounded like a large boulder striking the ground. After its impact, it rolled into the aforementioned neighbor's driveway. I heard a whistle.
Someone said it was the pursuing MiG -- correctly identified this time. We ran into the house, through the kitchen, and down a long hallway toward a door, which led to the basement. The family dog joined us as ran for safety.
As I ran through the kitchen, I grabbed a can of Coke and a glass.
APRIL 29
"BLITZED"
I watched a terrible lighting storm at night via my apartment window. When a lightning bolt struck a window on another apartment building, a man fell out of the window. I was unable to ascertain his health and well-being since
I awoke from this dream mid-morning to an acquaintence and her friend rapping on my bedroom window. They called out me and my roommate's names, wanting us to let them inside so they could get some sleep since they had been out all night partying.
APRIL 25
"STRAUB INVESTMENT"
I looked through a photo album featuring two identical twin sisters. There were many photos of them when they were young children. I knew them well enough to differenciate which sister was which in the photos, something I
prided myself on during my waking hours.
APRIL 24
"DAMOCLES' DEVICE"
I looked out of my apartment window. I saw a massive yellow construction vehicle -- it must have been forty to fifty feet in length. A driver, resembling a cousin, wore yellow raingear and sat in the cab. When I asked her
what it was for, she responded it was for digging in the area behind my apartment building. She did not seem to recognize me as her cousin. I entered the building and saw many family members from different sides of my family,
with my great aunt being the only one to recognize me.
Next, I was in a library or office with many historical books lying about, grouped by subjects -- i.e., Julius Caesar, etc. There was an open house for new students, who were milling around the room. A professor showed everyone a book
and opened it. It was illustrated like a comic book. The picture shown had a dark background with a fireplace and a wall with a darkened window. To the right of the fireplace were two figures entangled sexually, but it was too difficult
to distinguish the particulars.
Finally, there was a clay ball with a circle just below its center. A small fuse rested in the upper-left part of the ball -- the ball itself reminded me of a ball of dental clay a friend's girlfriend had given him for
a present. The circle on the clay ball opened like a mouth and let loose a hoarse cry. This was its "explosion." An apparatus supporting the clay ball became discolored. Cracks opened up along its surface, forming a maze-like pattern.
The destruction of the planet seemed inevitable due to this change in the clay ball and the supporting apparatus. I think this may have been demonstrated in the professor's book. I awoke when the final destruction occured.
APRIL 23
"LUCIDJITSU"
I walked with a friend into a restaurant, where we found another friend inside. I stepped out of the restroom and saw a set of six steps descending to a landing. Another set of steps descended from the side of the landing.
The width of the steps was quite small. The steps had dark brown carpeting and the walls were white. On the landing was a door, with another door up five to six steps from the landing. This door had a bright light
illuminating the edges of the door. I saw a waitress -- complete with an apron and round serving tray in hand -- walk toward the lit door.
I sat in the dining area with my friends. One busied himself by shuffling a deck of cards. When I inquired about his presence at this restaurant, he replied, "We just decided to come here."
I stood outside of the restaurant. I fought a portly, dark-haired man. He stood before an accompanied blonde woman, obscurring my view of her. When he lunged at me, I caught his arm and threw him into a flower bush -- I managed to pick him up off of
his feet and swung him upside-down and behind me, thus doing a 270 degree motion in a vertical plane. I was not satisfied with my throw, so I dreamt it again. In my lucid "re-shoot" of the fight scene, I threw the man with much more vigor.
This resulted in the man falling much deeper into the flower bush. He hit the ground with a tremendous "thud!"
APRIL 9
"RUNT SANITARIUM"
A group I was in became corrupt. I seemed to be on the periphery and not integral to the group and its corruption. We sat at a board room table and listened to our leader deal with typical group business. The area shifted
to an auditorium. The front wall area had a rectangular open area near the top of the wall, just below the ceiling -- like a balcony or overlooking area. A gunfight erupted. I ducked and received no injury; other members
were not so lucky. I knew I had to get out of this auditorium... and the group.
As other members fled, I caught up with a young woman from the group in a small lobby. I had an intrinsic feeling that I needed to flee with her, as if my life and well-being depended upon it. We went out into a parking lot
and sat in her car. I sat quietly, listening to a country song on the radio. The stillness in the air suggested that she did not wish to be with me. Her voice broke the silence with, "You're being awfully quiet."
I noticed her reassuring smile and immediately felt at ease. We drove through several parking lots and arrived at her house. It was night. She went to the trunk of her car and took a few round laundry baskets out of the
trunk of her car. The laundry baskets were used to hold some items. When I tried to assist her, she replied in a friendly tone, "No, I'll get them."
Next, I ran into a university campus building with a familiar person. I looked for a young woman, who went into hiding by entering a mental hospital. The other young woman with me took me up to her room, which had a platform
before her door; it felt shaky beneath my feet. The young woman assured me, asking me to stand there while she went to a secret panel on the main level to open the door. I entered the opened door, despite its height of two to
three feet.
The room I entered was very cramped; its ceiling was not much higher than the small door I had entered. The area had the look of a penthouse dwelling. I noticed three open doorways to recessed floored rooms. The rooms had white
curtains, allowing ample amounts of sunlight to enter the rooms. I entered a bedroom with a young woman putting on a dark graduation gown with yellow cords. I walked into a bathroom and looked into a mirror. My beard had grown
in completely -- it was around my lips, all over my cheeks, and down my neck. It was reddish-brown in color and about a centimeter in length. I entered a modest-sized kitchen with a back door. The back door led down to the main
floor of this dwelling, where the parents of the young woman -- the one in the graduation gown -- lived.
Finally, I talked to her mother on the telephone. Her mother wanted to know if I wanted to be placed in a mental hospital as well -- for the purposes of hiding. As we conversed, I remembered something about our leader drinking
shots of hard liquor and holding a black baby on the surface of the board room meeting table. The mother seemed uneasy, taking awhile to answer my questions; when she did answer, the responses were terse. I felt like getting off
of the telephone and looking for the "committed" young woman but I felt trapped in the penthouse.
MARCH 17
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