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OMG HI!

Hello, person!

This note is here to inform folks wandering in that this is not my real blog. I've got a long-running real-life blog on my own website, which has a Livejournal feed set up at rob_vincent.

When I signed up to LiveJournal to comment on friends' journals and use communities, I decided to not let this account go to waste by using it as a dream journal. This makes it mostly uninteresting to people who are not me but hey, I've always wanted to journal my dreams. Since I've been doing this project I've found it quite therapeutic and fascinating in its way, and I'm glad I've gotten into the habit. The primary home of this project has since been moved from LJ to Dreamwidth ([personal profile] rob_t_firefly) but automatically crossposts back here to LJ. Here's more info on that change.

For more info on what I'm all about in real life you can check out my LJ profile as well as me dot net.
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For the first time in a long while, I had a dream which I feel like logging.

This was a dream where I was auditioning for an acting job, and the dream went lucid; I realized that what was going on was a dream. So, as I often do in these situations, I chilled out and tried not to actively do anything; I often like to just see what the dream has to show me.

A nondescript person came up to me and handed me a small white book with gold lettering. "Remember this book," said the person, "because when you wake up you're going to want to get a copy. Really remember it."

I thanked them and looked at the book in my hand. There was a title and author's name written on it, but I couldn't interpret the text. I'd look at it, trying to remember what it said, then I'd look away, and when I looked back it said something completely different and I was unable to remember what I'd just read. The text was too damn insubstantial for me to read and remember.

There's an old chestnut about it being impossible to read in a dream; there's a great Batman episode where it's a plot point. I've found this true in some dreams, but not others where I can fully read and interpret text that I remember when I wake up. One thing I have found is that when text changes between looks that can be a good trigger to take a non-lucid dream lucid.

Anyway I had this book, I wanted to remember what it said on the cover, and I knew I couldn't read it myself. So I approached some other character in the dream and said "excuse me, I'm having trouble reading this, could you tell me what it says?" I handed my book to the person, an older woman with glasses.

She took it and looked at it. "Oh," she said, sounding surprised. She opened the book and began reading it, walking away from me, letting out more and more thoughtful and impressed "ohhh!" noises. I tried to follow her, but I lost her in a crowd.

Then I woke up, laughing. My wife woke up soon after, and I told her how I'd been expertly trolled by my own dream.

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Last night I dreamt they were doing a present-day season of Golden Girls, with Betty White and three new younger old ladies.

Instead of a laugh track, Rose's "the ditzy one" lines were followed by the others looking deeply concerned for their 96-year-old friend.

(Also, is anyone's still reading this stuff? For those interested, I'm far more active on the tweetybirds these days.)

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ARGH

I was dreaming last night of watching a standup comic, who was telling some really hilarious jokes I hadn't heard before. "I wish I could steal these jokes," I thought to myself.

The dream then started going a little lucid; I realized I was dreaming. This led me to realize, "wait, if I'm dreaming, therse are my jokes!" I resolved to remember them. Of course, when I woke up I remembered the dream but can't remember a damned one of the jokes.

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The other night I dreamt the world was being taken over by vampires, until clerics of various faiths from all over the world got together with the bright idea to consecrate the oceans, clouds, and the moisture in the air, so that the entire biosphere contained holy water which killed off the vampires.

Surely an idea like this must have been done in fiction? At any rate, anyone who sees this is welcome to use it.

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Odd nightmare

A man (sometimes it was me, but mostly it was a generic dude) was driving his sister (again sometimes it was my sister, mostly a generic lady) around when their car accidentally rear-ended someone else's. They start to panic and drive away at first, but quickly decide to do the right thing and pull over.

They walk back to the car that's been hit, and it's being driven by a teenager who is near tears; he's terrified of what his parents will say. The brother and sister inspect the damage, offer to exchange information, make sure everything's paid for, etc. but the kid is unconsolable; he's crying that it was his first time driving his family's car on his own, his mom was going to kill him, etc. The kid lives not too far from where they are, so finally they offer to go back to his house with him and explain things to his family.

They follow him to his house and he invites them in, offers them something to drink, and says he's going upstairs to get his mother. The brother and sister sit awkwardly on a couple of chairs sipping their drinks for a few minutes, but they slowly get drowsy and drift off, spilling their drinks.

When they come to they've been tied to the chairs and the room is full of about 30-40 creepy-looking relatives, with the mother front and center and the kid next to her. He just has that annoyed/embarassed look not uncommon to teenage boys being spoken for by their moms, but all eyes are on the brother and sister as the mother furiously lists all the ways in which her son is going to punish them for what they did.

The dream cuts to much later, as the brother - heavily injured and bleeding - crawls alone across the lawn back to the car, crying. It skips ahead again to the smoking remains of the car, still parked in front of the house.

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Animals are people too

A dream I had last night which is still sticking in my head was a bit sci-fi. There was a company who would, for a fee, give someone a treatment that would change their body to an animal of their choice for a limited time. It was something for rich and influential people to play around with, but the whole thing was actually a front; some agency (aliens?) were turning the clients into animals, but instead of changing them back afterward they'd change one of their own group into the person and take over their life.

The story of what was going on was slowly beginning to leak out because one client, who'd been turned into a field mouse, re-learned how to talk as a mouse and was getting the story out.

There's a mass-market CGI film in this somewhere.

At any rate, hi there! I realized while writing this up that I haven't blogged in forever, so there's also a brief update on the real-life blog here.

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Weirdness

Last night I dreamt I'd been attacked by someone on the way into my house, but was able to subdue him while my family called the police. I looked away from my attacker for a moment and looked back; he'd turned into a cat, but speaking with the same voice and demanding to be let go. I kept hold of him, but started to wonder how the police would react to a complaint about a talking cat.

That was followed by a dream in which I was riding on a 19th century steam train with really cramped wooden seating, and I unsuccessfully tried to get myself a seat.

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Ow.

I tend to lucid dream reasonably often, and much of that time I can excercise some degree of control over the dream. There are, however, times when I can't change anything despite knowing it's a dream, and just have to either go with the flow or force myself awake. The other night I dreamt I was surrounded by around half a dozen people who were stabbing me with a variety of swords and knives and things. It hurt, it was annoying, and although I was aware it was a dream I just couldn't do anything about it. I could only groan "this dream sucks, seriously, fuck this dream" until I could wake up.

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Hmm

My dreams last night (actually yesterday morning; I'm almost fully nocturnal again) were stranger than usual. In one, an old friend and I were sitting in the stands of a sports event at some indoor arena, and instead of watching the game I was fending off said friend's repeated awkward and uncomfortable sexual advances and gropes toward me. I kept saying no and pushing him away, but he kept ignoring my protests and trying again. This is odd because I really don't think I'm that guy's type in real life, even if I were I'm sure he'd be far better-behaved than that and he'd certainly take no for an answer the first time, and I don't go out to watch sporting events.

Later I was at the house of a relative I haven't visited in real life since I was a kid. Nobody else was in the house. I raided the refrigerator and found a delicious-looking cake. I knew that for some reason I wasn't allowed to have a piece, but I did anyway and it was ridiculously delicious.

In a later dream, I was hanging with my sister at a humongous department store; K-Mart, possibly, but a much larger one than I've ever seen. Though I was my current age, my grown sister was a young kid of perhaps 10 again. We were both dressed in superhero Halloween costumes; I don't remember what hers was, but mine was the 1997 film version of Robin. (Fat chance I'd ever choose that one to wear in reality.) We were wandering around the store hoping to entertain people, but the customers who had children with them got really angry with us; they assumed we were paid by the store to market the costumes to their kids.

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