This report comprises dreams from waking up on Tuesday, June 21, 2011 until waking up on Tuesday, June 28, 2011.
Went to bed 12:30am on Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Woke up 7:05am
1. Overcast sky in the morning. Helping people move. We make a stop at Assiniboine Park/Bird's Hill Park/some remote nature spot. There is some tension in the group when some of the movers leave garbage--furnace filters--behind at the park. Then we are fixing up the edging around a house (i don't recall what part of the house the edging refers to), and are swiping dirt off the edges of concrete blocks. I am talking to someone about one of my real life uncles retiring. He realizes he could still make money but chooses not to. The dirt is dry and easy to move.
2. Also set in the morning. I am living in an apartment in the same house (not a real life place) as one of the members of my real life band; one other band member might live there sometimes too.
(This next part may be connected to this same dream)
One of my real life aunts (the one married to uncle from the first dream in real life) is on crutches an entering a building with wheelchair doors but she uses a door handle. People come in before her but don't help her. She says she's OK, and seems to like it.
3. (This dream might be the same as the moving one, my notes tell me i wasn't sure when i woke up)
There are lots of boxes, clothes. We have a train of people, and a few children as well. All the people, or some of them (maybe only the kids?) are from the camp i used to work at in real life. There is something about camp in the dream. There is a long, dry, rocky path.
8:13am
1. Someone who is kind of me and kind of not is running away. Either i or someone chasing me has a homemade gun. There is a scene reminiscent of the movie "Predator." I am on the ground in the bushes being stalked. A couple, man and woman, is talking (possibly they were being hunted?) and he asks her not to natter. I tell him he's being rude.
Went to bed 12:16am on Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Before going to bed i had a pretty wonderful evening talking to someone.
Couldn't sleep so read "The Bourne Identity" until 1am, wanted to read longer but decided to go to bed after using the bathroom and then going to bed at 1:04am
5:47am (possibly 5:17am...my notes are messy)
1. I am waiting for a bus. It might be Christmas Eve or Boxing Day. I am possibly waiting somewhere near St. Mary's Road and/or Pembina Highway or maybe a place that doesn't exist in real life. I am getting a ride with a guy from work and someone else (i couldn't remember when i made my notes) in a small, fast, red convertible. The guy from work says we'll need to all chip in for gas. Either i then got out because i didn't want to ride or pay, or the guy from work said if we didn't want to chip in we should get out because we didn't want to ride or pay. (If i recall this dream correctly--although it is a week later--it was a bright, clear, sunny summer day.)
2. I am at a rave in a roller rink. There are lots of lights. Someone, or various people, have waterguns full of glow-in-the-dark chocolate paint that shoots hearts that fall from overhead after fired into the air. (My notes aren't clear on this next part. They read, i think: "I took MOMA." I believe that means Museum of Modern Art. But i don't know what it means that i TOOK it.) Heart rate up for a short while in the dream and, i think, real life.
3. Walking (towards my home, possibly?) around Portage Avenue and Arlington. There is something about a choice to vote. A friend/mentor from the church i grew up in is either running for the Liberal party, or votes for the Liberal party, or is campaigning for them. There is also the choice of an NDP candidate and one or two others. A woman drops off a bunch of cards with me after she did lots of canvassing. She says, "Here, you know lots of people, you can get people to donate." She was about to toss them in a garbage bin in an alley behind Klinic (a real life place close to Portage and Arlington). The sky is overcast, but kind of nice out. It is summertime.
In at least one dream, if not all, i was discussing a relationship i had. I may have discussed it in one dream with a couchsurfer.
8:40am
1. Shopping in a thrift store.
Went to bed 1:33am on Thursday, June 23, 2011
Played soccer earlier; was tired when i went to bed
Woke up only once at night, when a person was shouting/singing in the park (intoxicated, was my guess). Got up and looked out the front window to see what was going on, but all was well. Was hard to get out of bed, so tired.
Woke up at 8:45am with my alarm clock. Initially remembered no dreams. Sat on the edge of my bed for about five minutes stretching and just sitting, and suddenly dreams started coming back to me--that's never happened before. (Except once where i didn't remember the dream until a day and half or more later.)
1. I am at a party. A real life friend's real life chinchilla is running around but the people who live there aren't worried.
2. Some kind of motto that has two parts. Someone may have been impressed by it.
3. I am explaining to an individual i used to do support work with how to catch a bus home from Polo Park.
4. In a big van with some big guy. (I don't recall if either of us was driving, there may have been no driver.) It is a bright, sunny day. The car gets out of control, we end up tilted over in a farmer's field, but OK.
Went to bed 1:30am on Friday, June 24, 2011
Before going to bed read "The Bourne Identity" after talking to two guys from the house i live in who came down after i was making a racket (breaking hard bread with a hammer on the counter) and they checked to see if i was OK and we had fun hanging out and drinking weird mixed drinks i made. Earlier in the evening i had band practice and talked to friends and family on the phone. I was tired but happy when i went to sleep. On my break at work had gone to check on some music stuff.
7:59am
1. Bands practicing, possibly in the basement of my real life house. One of the bands had members from my real life band. There were new ways to play instruments.
2. Something that called to mind "Wizard of Oz"; i couldn't look at a man behind the screen.
3. Some dusty, old town. A friend/mentor from the church i grew up in are hanging out, playing music. Tom Waits comes by and i hang out with him. I try to be nonchalant about the fact that i'm hanging out with fucking TOM WAITS. Waits is very cool, friendly, not bothered by anything. As he's leaving, he sees what i initially take to be a "crazy bum" and Waits hangs out with this tramp. He is not amused by but UNDERSTANDS the bum's "craziness." The sun is setting on a beautiful summer's day in an area that is kind of like Old Market Square in Winnipeg and kind of like Central Park in New York City and kind of like Winnipeg's North End...possibly like other places too...like Sesame Street... There is a bridge/overpass that we are under, and the area under the bridge leads towards the park. It is an urban setting. I snuggle into bed on the street with a young woman. We don't know each other, or not well, but are very comfortable falling asleep. My face is almost buried in her shoulder/face (and i think i actually woke up having a bit of a difficult time breathing since my face was right into my pillow).
Went to bed at 12:42am on Saturday, June 25, 2011
Felt exhausted when i went to bed, fairly happy. Earlier in the evening i had band practice after the volunteer meeting for Folk Fest. After practice i went out with friends to Johnny G's where we talked about dubstep and making movies about people's families.
1. I was talking to someone (possibly an American couchsurfer) about a real life friend's real life consideration to purposely not have romantic relationships with anyone (no dating).
2. There is snow in June or July in a hilly, treed, mountainous area. This situation is kind of a bummer. I talk to someone else (possibly from New York) about the weather there. Either they, or i say, "Yeah, when it gets too cold i wore leg warmers in my apartment. It's cozy, but _______" (i forgot the last part of what they said when i woke up).
3. I am in my parents' basement looking for some kind of VCR cord. There are lots of old Nintendos (regular and SNES) and various video and computer cords and machines in the big, wooden cabinet/shelf that used to be in a room in their basement in real life. I found some cords i thought might work. I also find old clothes that are kind of organized. Looking at old clothes that were from approximately the era when i was in grade 11 until my first year in university in real life. Some or all of the clothing items never actually existed, for example a red sweater with no hood. There is something almost like a Winnipeg Transit shirt i had in real life but with other kinds of shoulder decals. The dream was kind of fun. There may have been some kind of Winnie the Pooh shirt.
4. I am hanging out with two friends from work (or, at least one, my notes show i wasn't sure), possibly at a hotel while we're on vacation somewhere. We're all teasing each other about sex. Very dark lighting in the dream.
Went to bed at 3:14am on Sunday, June 26, 2011
Earlier in the day went to a housewarming after getting high. Had fun at the party, drank strawberry daiquiris and had fun (almost missed meeting my friend on the way there while each of us was walking around two bridges trying to find the other). Then later had "X-Files" night (which comes around every few months) with two friends and drank more and got high some more and ate lots of food. Between these two events saw my friend and her friend coming back from an art parade. Earlier in the day mowed the lawn and vacuumed.
No dreams recalled.
Went to bed at 12:02am on Monday, June 27, 2011
Earlier in the day a friend came over for a visit, we went shopping together for my event in the evening, then i went to pick up stuff for volunteering at Folk Fest. In the evening had people come over to watch movies on the lawn and drink strawberry daiquiris. Pretty good day, but something or someone was missing. Tired. Still tired. Too much doing, i think. More rest, less people, perhaps.
7:54am
1. I was in my Post Colonial India class (a course i took a few years ago in real life) which was a combination of high school and university. The teacher was different than the real life PCI class. Earlier in the dream, i was walking through the halls, and then was being chased by bullies after "owning" them. I had hooked fish hooks in their lips and reeled them in, then hooked the line onto a heavy cooler, hoisted it into the air (all the while it was attached to their lips). The dream started off dark outside, then was a bit dark inside, but eventually got lighter. I was given a test in the PCI class, but i couldn't answer any questions. I tried sneaking a look at my notes but that didn't help. The teacher was melancholy about her life passing by. Students were talking to her (students from my real life high school). The teacher may have been a real life high school teacher. The student were kind of teasing her, kind of sympathetic. I'm looking in a textbook for something about India's new national anthem.
Went to bed at 12:58am
In the evening i made perogies, watched an episode of "Buffy", went to my friend from work's place to jam, read an email about pastries from a family member and answered it.
7:58am
1. I took some shrooms that i got from someone at work and as they were starting to take effect i was in the shower. I was trying to urinate into the toilet with the shower curtain wrapper around me so people passing by the door wouldn't see me. When i was in the shower with the hot water coming down i started feeling like it was hard to breathe, like i was suffocating. Then i told myself to relax and breathe slowly and i felt way better.
2. I was trying to get a discount on Neil Young tickets after the concert had started. The concert was at the Centennial Concert Hall (where i got to go last year as a gift to see him in real life). Possibly in the same dream, i was waiting for or getting off of a bus at Vimy Ridge Park at night in summertime.
9am with my alarm clock
(A super-involved dream.)
A couple in their 30s (? i think) were having a fun time together and are planning to have a dinner party and invite an older guy to come. While they're fooling around they decide to break into his wine cellar--he lives in a stone cottage/mansion, a beautiful old place out in the country. As they break into the basement, making lots of noise, they worry he will hear them, but he is on the phone and possibly hard of hearing. He doesn't hear them, but they fall asleep in the basement, and he comes down later to get a bottle of wine and as he passes them they watch him, really worried they will be discovered. Once he's passed them, they jump, barely (if at all) clothed and make a run for it. He chases after them in his vehicle as they run for the woods on the left of which is a small river. It's a beautiful, bright summer day. He gets in his fancier sports car and pushes over their floppy, tall, old vehicle--it's almost like their car is made of flimsy paper/cardboard. He sets his dog after the couple and calls the police (or maybe his personal security?). Running from the house to the woods it's suddenly from my perspective. As i get close to the trees i climb them, almost flying up, as his dog chases me, and eventually trees me when i can't jump to any nearby trees and then the alarm clock in real life sounded.
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