I’m on a huge spacecraft. I’m the top of it, standing out in the open. There’s a circle of people chosen to do something, but I’m not one of the chosen which feels strange to me. They form the circle, but other people are asked to come into it. When I do, they mostly leave, but I start dancing and I’m really enjoying the experience. Then, all of these other space crafts and machines start to explode. I’m watching them in space with the stars behind them. Huge crafts the size of football stadiums and larger crashing into each other and exploding. There enormous steel type balls are in space above us as well and I’m concerned about them colliding but they nearly miss each other. I realize that the craft I’m on needs to move from this place so we’ll all be safe. It’s time to go. I’ll miss what was here but it’s time.
At the Table, Driving Kevin AroundJune 10th, 2015
I’m sitting at a table with 3 black guys. I think they’re about my age. One seems to be a good friend of mine, tho in real life I don’t know him. The other 2 are old friends of his that he went to school with. They’re cracking a lot of jokes and cuttin’ it up about things they did when they were younger. All 3 are dressed in modern rags and look pretty hip. I feel like I wish I had more stories myself but I just listen.
There’s a glimpse of leaving a house in Laurel Canyon, down where the liquor store is, but it’s flipped 180 degrees. So, the Hollywood Hills dreamland is what’s being used here. I’m turning the corner on my way somewhere and I’m on a bicycle or something like that.
I’m with Kevin E., driving him around, helping him to do something. We end up at a central point near a large church. He’s above me, kind of caressing my neck with his hand. It feels nice and he’s smiling. He has to make a phone call so we get in the car and I take him to the front of the church and drop him off. He tells me not to wait for him.
Crashing Cruise Liner, Restaurant FiascoJune 7th, 2015
I’m sitting somewhere watching a cruise liner in the sky and I watch it swing down and crash into buildings. It’s as if someone is holding it by the stern and swinging it back and forth thru the city. Building are being crushed and there are explosions. It’s quite a sight.
I’m following a surfer guy into a restaurant fantasizing about surfing. I’m seeing myself as him, a young tan surfer, swimming out in the the waves and floating for hours while waiting for nice waves to ride, then the experience of being on the waves themselves, sliding across the water at high speed. We go in to order and sit down at a table. I’m carrying two surfboards and a skateboard into the restaurant, and we pick a table where we can prop the boards up while we sit down and chat. The scene changes and the restaurant is crowded, more dimly lit than before, and I’m not sitting with Andy, Kevin and Mel. We are trying to decide what to eat the the menu seems really strange to me and I can’t seem to figure it out. I’m looking at noodle dishes that come with other things and talking to the waitress about the choices. I know I don’t want to eat that much because I’m supposed to have dinner with others later so I’m really stuck on not getting a large portion of food. She finally decides to take me to meet the owner. He’s obviously a man who has done much more that own a restaurant. He’s Japanese, and while he’s talking to my, his hand is resting on a pipe running along the wall which resembles the handle to a katana. His thumb is unconsciously rubbing it as if it’s spent a lot of time on the handle of such a sword. As he speaks, I can see that he has a row of sharp teeth along the back of his throat. They’re plated in something that looks like white gold. When he speaks, it’s in a friendly yet reserved fashion.
June 15 update. I was watching the end of the latest Transformers movie and there was a scene with a huge ocean liner just like in my dream. That was interesting!
The Education BuildingJune 6th, 2015
There’s a school that I’m a part of that went thru some sort of sordid past. It was a school of great metaphysical learning and power, and at some point it was taken over by some people that misused the power and destroyed the school. We found the remains but there were some very old chambers or crypts where things haven’t been completely cleaned up. It’s somewhat hidden at this point. The school is functioning again, not at its former glory, but people are trying to resurrect it so that it can become great again, but it has a hard time letting go of its sordid past. I know there are secret tunnels and things that I’m curious about.
I’m in a car with a woman who’s showing me a building which I think is the school. She has a remote control and she’s able to point it at any building obscuring the view of the building we’re actually there to see which is off at a distance, down a hill, and behind at least 6 other buildings. When she points the remote at a building and presses a button, that building dematerializes. She’s able to do that for every building until we get to a very large one on the right and it doesn’t work. But I have to see this building from all angles and so we drive down the hill to get a better look. It’s surrounded by shops on the lower level, a few ponds with meandering paved foot paths and benches, lots of glass, and very modern. The building itself looks rather old but has been brought up to date.
I don’t know if I’m this person, but there’s a young man who’s chosen to not receive training and follow in the footsteps of an admiral or some very well todo family. He orders a late or something such drink from a barista who happens to be related to the family. After he makes his goodbyes to the family that he meets there, he takes an elevator down below somewhere to leave. His phone rings and he answers it. It’s the barista. She tells him that his drink’s ready and he says that he’s actually leaving. She asks, “Why did you order the drink if you’re truly going to leave?” This makes the young man cry as he knows that he really doesn’t want to leave, that’s he’s making this decision for the wrong reason and that he ordered the drink unconsciously to make him return.
Dad in Hospital, Therapy Appt.June 2nd, 2015
I’m in a hospital where my dad has been. There are huge pictures with him in it with other family members that came to see him. The printed photos are life size and he has a big dark beard that I’ve never seen on him before. I’m feeling kind of bad ‘cos I never came in to see him.
I’m driving my old Datsun and I pull into a parking lot. I have some electronics in my hand that I’m trying to wield as I drive. I’m just about to be late for an appointment with a therapist as I walk in the door and wait in the place where I expect her to be but she’s not there. I step out of the office and sit in a chair and wait. She finally arrives and she reminds me of Laura. I tell her I’ve been waiting for 5 minutes and that the office is now occupied by someone else holding a conference call. She’s holding a tablet and tells me that we could go upstairs but the wifi reception isn’t that good. I tell her that we don’t need wifi. I’m a little aggravated.
Defacing Art, Sinkhole, WrigleyJune 2nd, 2015
I’m with a French man and we’re looking at art work that I’ve been working on. It’s really some beautiful work that involves anodized aluminum panels and custom made frames. I’m enjoying talking with him as we walk thru a huge warehouse filled with art. As we walk into another part of the warehouse, there is a collection of large 4×8 foot pieces with custom made frames make from the sides of trees, bark included. One of them that’s really interesting has red geometric shapes layered across the top of the panel. The Frenchman walks up to it and cuts a big square in the middle of it, completely defacing the art. I feel taken aback. It’s not anything I would’ve expected him to do and I’m not sure how to approach him about it, but it’s definitely not ok. I feel really out of place.
I’m at my mother’s house and I look out the dining room window and see that the ground is moving all over the Kris’ parent’s house. The ground is being torn apart in a pattern from right to left, going around the front of the house and down the block. Then another wave of tearing goes in the opposite direction. Everything is in complete upheaval. I look out the back door and that street is a mess too. I watch my Pathfinder fall into a sinkhole where only the top of it is visible. I walk out with Mel to look at it and it’s comical and I starting laughing. I realize that I’m late for class ‘cos of it.
I’m with Wrigley and Mel in mom’s backyard and Wrigley is depressed. I try to get her to come to me but she won’t which makes my kind of upset.
Water Tower, True Blood Type, Female AttackerMay 29th, 2015
I’m in a town that’s done renovation to update the town and make it more modern and something they left behind as an historical element was a water tower. It has a ladder going up to an attached landing with a railing and it’s all painted sky blue. There’s a change from an old person to a new person in the town’s government office.
I’m in a back yard near the porch of a house. I’m talking to a couple guys. There’s a worry about attacks from something. I step off the porch into the yard which reminds me of Diane and Kim’s old house. It’s nighttime. A being comes out and attacks me with these two airborne elements that it takes out and breaks in half and throws in the air. I dodge and finally destroy them which is not easy since they’re flying around me like hummingbirds. I finally get back to the porch with the large laser machine gun that I have and shoot the being who looks like a zombie but in farmer’s clothes like a red plaid shirt and overalls. I blast him a number of times and he explodes like vampire on True Blood.
I’m in an alley way getting ready to leave somewhere. I get attacked again by a teenage girl with dark hair but someone else destroys her for me.
Random StuffMay 27th, 2015
I’m at a work related conference. It seems that I keep leaving clothes in places and people are taking them. The conference is getting ready to end and I’ve lost pants and a sweater. There is a 3-some at the conference, two girls and a guy. They’re doing motorcycle tricks in the parking lot. Very impressive. The blond girl is really into me and as the conference ends is severely picking up on me and kissing me.
A big man gets up to a microphone and says, “When I get up, when I get up, it’s time to get the party started.”
Jerry says something like, “I love motivating phrases that contain cliches.”
I ask, “How do you tell the different between a parent and their child?” Someone replies, “The child always uses a safe.”
Astro HeadMay 26th, 2015
I’m standing outside with a large person. I’m studying their body and drawing parallels to the astrological information associated with it. They have a house on top of their head. I’m wondering if it’s a particular house from the astrological wheel or if it’s a main house that contains all twelve houses. Then I wonder if the rooms of the average suburban home are parts of the body. It I break up the human body into a home, and I apply the planets to the home in the same way as the body, then I have a way to connect what’s happening in dream houses to the human body. But why would there be different dream houses? When I dream, I don’t always dream about the same house. So… why is there a house on this person’s head? Because it’s the house that’s on their mind right now. I’ve lived in many different places, so dreams use different homes as well but they’re always big houses.
The Kikomo TestMay 25th, 2015
I’m in a parking lot next to a river running thru a downtown Oregon city. I’m behind a large brick factory type building. There are a couple cars nearby. I don’t feel incredibly trusting of where I am. A guy walks up and asks me something. It’s vague about what it is but I believe it has something to do with money. I tell him no. A few other guys come up and they start taking pictures of one of the guys. He’s kind of a doughey charismatic type of guy and the other two seem to be old friends. They’re talking about not having enough money for gas to get home but the sale of the pictures will help. I follow them into the building. Vague. I ask how they can sell pictures and make money but they don’t really respond. We get back to the parking lot and I see in my mind a visual of the doughey guy. He’s a spy kid and he’s somewhere say “amazon” in slow motion. Someone else sees it and walks up to him and requests a badge that he takes and puts on him arms and walks away. He’s the owner of a movie theatre somewhere and kids come to see the way he’s gotten badges from spy kids on film.
I’m walking along the street. I’ve parked my car in front of a boutique and I’m walking with a backpack on. I near a large white building that seems to be a pool hall. I guy with long hair walks out holding something white in his hand. He says, “The only place that sells PVC.” I don’t respond cos I really don’t know what he’s talking about and he mutters something like, “Probably doesn’t speak English.” I just don’t know what I’m supposed to say. I walk along the window of the place and see that they play a different game that people are betting on, something like skee ball. The balls are yellow, green and red. I have something in my hand and I find this ledge that’s really difficult to walk along cos of large containers in the way and it runs right into wall. It’s a long way down and I get to the end and realize I need to go back which is even more difficult cos of the thing in my hand. I don’t know why I’ve done this and it makes me nervous to fall so I consider going over but there’s no way. I make it past.
At this point, I get up and go to the bathroom. I get back in bed and go back into the dream with the name Kikomo in my head. I hear someone say that I’m not doing to well and to actually pass the test, I’ll need to score four 7’s in a row.
I’m with some kids somewhere. They’ve done something like smoked something and one is telling us of the visions he’s had. There’s a tall, dark man there who has some relationship to me, like he is me, but I’m watching him from the outside. Vague… He gets into a car of some sort cos he’s going to be taken somewhere. The car drives right off the side of a bridge into the sea. It’s very dark but the driver knows the route perfectly going into the blackness. The man is nervous but is letting the process take place. Finally the vehicle comes out of the water and gets back onto the street. The man is taken to a place where there is a group of men playing a game like baccarat at a table. It feels very Mediterranean. The guy goes up and gets something to smoke and trips for a little while. When he’s done, he complains to them that he knows the kids that are getting this stuff and he’s not happy about it and he’s going to expose them. He walks over to cement retaining wall and sits down to take off his gloves that look like fingerless motorcycle gloves. There’s a kid there that asks if he would like to trade gloves cos he doesn’t like his own. The man says no. Then the man walks over to a large truck. It looks like a dump truck with a small house on top. It’s old, dark red, beat up and wobbles a lot. He drives away. But then I see him again, standing in front of train tracks as other cars pass by. There’s a scooter there.
