Anorexia

Been having some trouble with remembering details long enough to get them down in writing. I think that the vividness of dreams seems to vary a great deal, and this has some kind of impact on how long they stay in short term memory.

Of my last dream I recall standing in front of the mirror looking at myself without a shirt on. My ribcage was stretching out my skin in every direction, and it looked like it was several sizes too big for my body besides. My stomach stuck out like a pot belly, but everywhere else I was a living skeleton. Turning to see my other side, I could see my back was sickeningly concave, dipping so far in & around my spinal cord and under/around my ribs that you'd think that I had no organs inside at all. Ick!

Offspring

Was a sunny day on a street I did not recognize. I'm looking across a private street to a green berm on the other side. Beyond that was a busy major thoroughfare. Heretofore unknown alternate selves came to visit. My alternate selves parked on opposite sides of the street.

On the farther side, my fatter self arrived wearing a brown and white Cuban-style Guayabera, khaki bermuda shorts, and white tennis shoes. My fatter self drives a covered-over Jeep, the kind that doesn't ever go off-roading and thus has what are for all intents and purposes, car tires. Tsk Tsk! I didn't get a good look at Fatter GhostBuild's wife, but my kid was a baby boy with a well-sculpted black-haired mohawk (a tiny one admittedly, it was not of the magnificance enjoyed by Anna Clifford).

On the closer side, my thinner self was a greaser, wearing blue jeans, plain white t-shirt, black boots, and a very tall pompadour. Standing next to his white pick-up truck, he points inside excitedly (lit cigarette in hand) to his anorexic blonde wife. She is holding a dark-haired baby in one hand, cigarette in the other hand, giving a brief nod and wave, and casually looks away, thoroughly disinterested in the proceedings of my meeting with my dream-sourced alteregos. Geez, why did my alt marry her anyway?

Interruptions

I'm living in a very tall apartment complex, at least 50 stories high. The outer apartments on every floor are actually open-air kitchens. Every floor is a different cultural style of cooking. All of the cooks face outward from the grill they stand over. I happened to be on the Mexican floor (Fitting given that Cinco De Mayo just passed).

The floor upon which the cooks stand is not whole. The floor half against the wall behind the cooks is open to the floor below. If the cook were to step back too far they would fall to their death.

The grilling sections are broken up from one another with aisles used to get from the elevators and stairs to the sections in front of the cooks. These aisles have halfwalls between themselves and the cooks, so you can see the whole line of grills and cooks, and the area behind them. I look over the half wall, and realize that my mouth has too much saliva and I need to spit.

I wake up and this still appears to be the case. I walk to the bathroom sink to take care of it, then return to my bed to fall back asleep. I acted pretty quickly, and managed to fall right back to sleep with no effort.

I found myself back in the same building, but everyone is panicking now. There are frost white, faceless giants walking around the city shattering buildings. The frost white giants dwarfed the buildings. I bolt for the stairs and make it to my car. Heading for the interstate highway, I found other giants smashing cars along the roadway. These giants were colorless and smaller, but still very large in comparison to the cars.

I scoot past several giants and wrecked cars. Other cars are around me driving like maniacs trying to get away from the devastation.

Using the on-board navigation system I find an exit to a peninsula off the coast and take it. No one else exits there. The road upon which I end up is lined with many palm trees. I catch-up to a car that was already on the road. Driving that car is Laura Roslin, President of the Twelve Colonies.

I call out to her and she motions me to follow. We end up in a city block on the peninsula made up of skyscrapers. She parks in a large alley between buildings and Secret Service agents come out to receive her and bring her in, even though the giants are expected to arrive. The door locks behind them so I could not follow. I get back in the car and try to go back the way I came, but as I start to move, I see an enormous freight train drive off the top of the building on the other side of the alley and fall to the ground, blocking my path. Train cars continue to fall off and start piling up, then tumbling off the pile towards me. I exit the car and run, looking back to see one damage the car I was driving.

Just then, a small latin woman dressed as maid motions me to a door, then shows me to the bathroom.

I wake up, and go to use the restroom, then return to bed to go back to sleep.

Once asleep, I see the same maid let me out of the building. She pulls a wand from her apron and zaps my car to fix the damage. I get back in the car and find another exit from the alley and leave the city, then wake up again.

The Lure of the Filet

Curse that blasted Filet-O-Fish! I've had 4 since I made that picture post after holding a total no-McDonald's moratorium for years. Dangit.

Loose Ends

I had what I thought was a sequel dream to the last dream I posted about, but I woke up with too many fragments that I am unable to chain together.

Apparently, I was at that same pyramid still, but our group was there to buy something; we had brought $40,000 in cash with us. The pyramid was owned by a group call the Human Research group, or something like that... the logo is too fuzzy. At the pyramid, we were promptly relieved of our money by a massing horde of small mushrooms wearing large oranges to cover their caps.

But then, suddenly I found myself with my aunt and uncle, driving around in an Audi A8.

I can't recall a link between the two happenstances... no segue whatsoever.

Unhealthy sauces

I'm at a Lincoln car dealership, having brought my car to get something fixed. What's broken? I have no idea.


A room in the car dealership opens up to an enormous pit, within which is nestled a massive Mayan pyramid.


Among the group of people I am with, we travel down into the pit and go up the steps of the pyramid. When we reach the top, we turn around to discover that the people we left behind at the base of the pyramid steps are under attack by persons unknown wearing powered armor.

In my hand is a light gun apparently meant for use with the Nintendo Wii. I raise the gun and shoot at the the armored attackers. Nothing visible exits the barrel of the light gun, but they flee in abject terror regardless. Among the dead below are Chewbacca and Han Solo. I voice some concern, but the others were unfazed.


Look, I broke down from my healthy eating and binged on two McDonald's Filet-O-Fish sandwiches last night. I blame this trip into the surreal on the tartar sauce.

This lady prefers her Filet-O-Fish with two patties. Photos in this post shamelessly stolen from around the net, though I did modify one beyond a simple resize. Can you guess which?

Animal Rights

I am a wildlife officer. I'm not seeing through my own eyes, but rather, through a chase camera, like in a video game. The time period does not seem to be modern as I'm running around on foot on roughly-hewn roads. I'm investigating illegal poaching of sea life. My current case involves illegal hunting of sharks.

I discover that the sharks being poached are of the megalodon variety. Somehow my investigation for evidence takes me to a walled village that I instantly identify as Grom'Gol.

Suspension of disbelief starts to falter (if such a thing can happen in a dream) because I recognize the place as a fictitious location from an online video game, but at the time I didn't care. I was focused on protecting animals, an overriding mindset. Walking through the center of the camp, I am ambushed.

My assailant runs up by surprise and kicks me square in the chest. The impact is such that I'm thrown up and back... impossibly so, nearly over the walls of the camp. I start fighting back, conjuring up energy from my hands, hurling engorged bolts at my attacker as quickly as I can muster, the air crackling around me from the intensity. We meet in the air and trade blows like a Crouching Tiger rip-off, then I'm down on the ground in agony. My attacker holds back a killing blow, and tells me to walk away, to ignore the poaching, to forget the fate the of the massive sharks.

I wake up.

The Oulands can wait. I'm taking a break from Warcraft. =)

Corporate Hostage to an Insatiable Hunger

I'm working in a office building. My fellow employees and I are from the same village. The village is solely comprised of the this multi-story commercial building. I have no idea how we get electricity.

Everyone is scared to go outside. Through the floor to ceiling windows of the building, in the flourescent light streaming out through the glass, I can see why everyone is scared to ever leave the building... a ravenous bipedal alligator gar fish, running around snapping his jaws in a homicidal frenzy. And he is very very ugly.

I have no idea why he can't open the door to get inside the building, because he has hands!

Dreams

So here it is, a purge valve that I've left closed for a very long time.

Right now, I'm thinking dreams, since my memory of them leaves so rapidly.

Yes, I've tried the mantras before going to sleep, up-to-now futile efforts to dream lucidly.


I feel like that weird point where you know your iPod isn't quite holding the charge that it could, but the play time available isn't so short that you're motivated to spend the time (and especially the effort) to replace the battery yet.