A Booncha Chrap Assorted Dhreams
i had a very active night of dreaming. these are the best of the bunch but not nearly the total take.
i was dreaming in threes the whole night. over and over thru every dream i can recall.
i dreamed a friend of mine was moving to the country. i was out walking near my home, either walking and thinking about the move or actively looking for places my friend could live. the fields were all golden with straw-colored crops. i walked a long time and then came home and went straight to bed, tired. i felt a weird sensation between my legs, like maybe something was in the bed, or on me. it made me “remember”, tho it didn’t feel like it had happened, that something may have been in my pants earlier. i reached down and felt a straight soft thing and pulled it out. it was a mouse’s tail. i’d had a mouse in or on me! i got revolted and shook it off my hand real quick, fearing that it being a wild mouse it would get itself around to bite me. i was paralyzed for a few minutes and during that time had some odd train of thought about rich ppl having rats instead of mice.
(earlier in the week i had another dream that reminds me of this one. j said its an energy dream, related to the breathing. i was at work and feeling aroused. i hid myself away. i then had this long straw and i was blowing into the end. to my surprise, the other end was down my pants and the blowing produced very pleasant sensations.)
there was a strange, blurred sort of travel dream, the important part of which seemed to be when i passed an old church going north and slowed to make sure it hadn’t burned. i looked in at the pleasant light, which seemed to be candle or lamplight.
i dreamed a group of ppl with me found a copy of a grimoire. it was in nice shape, black, and said grimoire across the cover in brown lettering. everyone was afraid of it except me tho i was more reluctant to explore it with so many ppl near who were uncomfortable.
i dreamed of another tornado. i was at home and many extended members of the family were here. my house was slightly different (no, not just because i allowed ppl inside!) and included a very large fireplace. we’d not been tending the overfed fire well and coals were dropping out onto the ledge and slipping toward the floors and carpet. i had a jug of water and was trying to douse the loose coals before the fire spread into the room. i was ignoring someone in the background yelling warnings until their urgency broke thru my focus and i realised that i was in danger. there was a nasty storm outside and it was my last chance to get to safety before it hit the house. i ran for the basement, passing many members of my family. my mom was blocking the doorway at the top of the stairs so i scooped her up and threw her over one shoulder and ran down the stairs with her, full of adrenaline. when we got to the turn at the bottom of the staircase, the tornado hit the house above us. i grabbed the post and wall and swung us around under the steps as i set her down. the negative pressure of the tornado caused her to be sucked up and trapped against the ceiling formed by the underside of the stairs.
i dreamed i was home alone, after dark, very comfy and running about in my undies. i heard a noise outside and went to the front window to look out. there was a helicopter circling and i waited to see how close it was, watching its spotlights play across the lawn and nearby fields. when i saw it it was pretty close and immediately banked and came right overhead. i went to look out the back window and it was obvious that whatever they were searching for was in or around my yard. i was watching from the doorway and saw a man’s head silhouetted in the window, heard him scratching, trying to get in. i closed the door and went around turning out the lights behind me. i had three guns that had been lying on a small trampoline in my hallway, right next to the door. the guns were somewhat like 38′s, chrome plated. i picked one up and aimed at the man’s head and fired. the trigger worked funny, tho, and i could squeeze it almost all the way down and it wouldn’t fire, then it would go a little farther, but it was as if that wasn’t enough to get the bullets to go. i fired and i could see the bullet travel to the window, then go *pink* against the glass and fall to the floor. the man heard it and i could see it startled him, but he only stopped a second or two and then kept trying to get in. i grabbed another gun from the pile and ran down the hall. the man was in in a moment and behind him was a woman he called barbara jean. he went thru the hall toward the kitchen and i took time to aim from my bedroom right at the back of the woman’s neck. again i fired and the gun acted funny and the bullet went in slow motion right across the back of her neck. i fired several more shots with similar conclusions. then i managed to slip around the two of them and get between them and the door and make my escape. i figured the police might already be outside if the helicopter was there. and they were, a cruiser sitting in the driveway. i was all cool by then and stopped by the driver’s window and said hi. we began to chat and i looked up and hilighted by a ring of sun in the night were these wild horses on a little hill off to the west. i thought, wow! and i whistled at them. they all turned to look at me and one tiny little red horsie came running up and lept onto the hood of the police car. i petted him and said he was quite brave and full of energy wasn’t he and he changed into two dark colored puppies. i could hear but not see a third puppy. the intruder came out the door in a light linen suit and walked to me with his hand out and an introduction. it was dr phil, from tv. i backed away and pulled my body away from him, turning a shoulder. i wasn’t going to forgive or forget what he’d done despite the story he was telling about how he was reformed now and a long string of things that happened since he was arrested (time is funny in dreams, it was happening now and later all at once). barbara jean was his sister and she electrocuted herself either in my house or in the near future by putting shredded lamp cord pieces in her mouth. he didn’t seem real broken up about that. the cops loaded him in the car and they drove off, leaving this third puppy in a tupperware dish in the driveway, all curled around a dishtowel. i picked it up and said to the cops i don’t want any more pets! i don’t want to own a puppy! but they rolled up the window and pretended not to hear me and drove slowly away. then a shooting star arced across the sky.
i guess i forgot about posting this one so i’ll include it here. i was out on the road in front of my house and i had a feeling like something was stalking me, watching me. i was looking behind me, sure there was a mountain lion there, but i saw nothing. i turned back to the way i’d been facing (east) just in time to see it slink across the road and into the bushes a hundred yards or so ahead of me. aha! and then i opened my eyes and realised this had been something like a realistic vision of the future. i went out into the front yard and was immediately set upon by the lion. it was stalking me openly and i don’t remember if i yelled for help or not but the boss came from the house with a gun to help. it saw him and began to stalk him instead. i was watching, tense but quiet, not wanting to be a distraction at a critical and pressure-filled moment. the cat came forward very slowly but the j2 couldn’t get the gun to work right. it was a .22 and it was jamming somehow. i wondered if he’d taken the safety off. its such an obvious thing but so easy to overlook under pressure. i asked him if he’d checked it and i think he answered he had but despite a lot of motion and work he wasn’t getting the gun to fire. eventually he did get one shot out of it but the bullet moved so slowly that it barely tapped the lion. when it was close enough to leap on him, i decided to help, that i couldn’t make it worse. so i grabbed the gun and switched the safety off. meanwhile he was distracting the cat. we got into the house and so did the lion and we fought it from room to room until we both together managed to push it into one room and shut the door, pushing some furniture in front of the door and fleeing to a neighbor’s because it wasn’t going to stay in there long. there was more that happened afterward, but i didn’t record this one and i’ve forgotten. this was the most important part, i think.
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