World 8-1
Strange Dreams

I attended a porpoise riding class in my last dream.  There were no porpoises involved, however.  Instead it entailed wearing a headset which translated thoughts between the human rider and a sea lion.  The riding would float atop a cardboard box in the water, while the sea lion would swim below and lift both up.  From there the sea lion would move into the ocean where an orca would swim beneath all three objects.  The sea lion would communicate directions from the rider to the orca, and travel would ensue.

Last nights dream had me sitting atop a large mountain range, with a line of sight that reached on for many miles and horizons.  It was night, and the atmosphere was very still and silent.  The landscape was composed of nothing but cubes, though those cubes were surfaced with the natural elements of grass, dirt and stone.  In the distance I saw a massive, cubic airship slowly plodding its way through a valley alongside the mountaintop I was on.  I tucked back into a corner where two cubic stones met, feeling securely invisible in the darkness and silence, and had one of the most restful moments in any dream.

Had a dream where I was visiting family and my sister introduced me to an animation series she’d been watching based on Persona 3.  We ended up watching it together in the dream, and it followed the original story mostly.
Prevalent themes in the dream were similar to the series; family, friends, community and the many faces of the self.  Much of the dream was spent imagining and visualizing how the transition between one of many persona would occur in a real-world environment.

A second, frightening dream where I was living in a desolated post-apocalyptic world.  People would band together in a few dozen and seek out safe residence in non-irradiated, stable structures.  Because these were scarce there were many territorial conflicts between groups via small arms and guerrilla warfare.
My more peaceful group found themselves in a low-ceiling warehouse which repeatedly suffered attacks from an aggressive, war-like band of refugees to the north.  We fought them off successfully but combat was frequent.  Eventually we encountered a larger group of people who caught us off guard and forced us out of our home at gunpoint.  We later joined as friends when we realized they only wanted a safe place to celebrate their friends birthday party.

Recent dream took me to another world in three specific episodes, each 5 years apart from one another.  Several others from the real world were also there each time, around 10 in all.  Over the course of our visits we acted as a force of resistance to some oppressive government, each time we would return 5 years later, the movement would be further along; the first was our instigation, the second was active sabotage and the final visit was all out war which our persistent company brought to a victory.
Each person from the real, waking world had a particular personality and visage, a tall, masculine leader, people who were uncertain of being there, and those who became true friends over the course of our adventures.  In the latter group were two girls, Ash and Jell, and the three of us bonded as close as friends could be.  Each successive adventure into this dream-world brought us closer to the point of departing in tears at the end of our final visit to this place.  We learned that if we were to meet in the waking-world, it would be 10 years in the future from the present.
I dreamed later that night that I sought out their older persona’s in our “reality”, and after recognizing one another we had a long, intense reunion, and made certain we’d never lose touch again.  I woke very depressed that I did not have that particular kind of friendship love in my life.

In my latest dream a man came to me searching for the segment of a missing sphere.  I and my roommates in our large, antique, rented house had what he was looking for.  The man was suspicious, but the item in question was not important to us.  I chose to give it to him.  After the man left with the item, three demons entered our home to collect our lives.  One fragile, screaming woman, one slow and fat devourer, and a third, extremely tall female who graphically birthed blood soaked insect-children to feed on our flesh.
Managing to murder the first three, I then noticed our neighbor the hobo undergoing a transformation into a red-fleshed demon in the barn outside.  Warning my roommates, we managed to evade this new threat, and the many of us overwhelmed his attention with our numbers until discovering that the weaknesses of our foes were items representing their one regret or life-long dream in the mortal realm, and when presented with such remembered their mortality, reverted to their earthly forms, and no longer posed a threat.  After defeating our final, homicidal obstacle this way, we retired to our rooms and our loved ones to plot our future survival.

Had a creepy dream in which I lived in a city run by overbearing religion. listening to the radio, every 8-10 seconds songs were interrupted with reminders of the life and dedication owed to the savior.

Had a dream where I was part of a military unit testing group equipped with experimental body armor that could transform into planes.  There were 5 or 6 of us, and from our remote base we witnessed an attack on our country by mountain-sized trains and giant robots.  Also, ever few minutes a being of pure evil that looked like a giant dog skeleton would appear in the same location outside, and make it’s way toward me.  Its presense inspired a sense of fear, but everytime I would kill it with a single punch to the head.
Later in the dream when we were visited by a friend dressed as Mario, I used my armored suits psychic powers  to defend him against a hail of giant, metal weapons that flew toward him from the horizon.

Dreamed my mother, father, sister and I were transported back in time into the mid-1980′s.  We lived in a run-down apartment in LA, and spent our time doing laundry, going out to breakfast, and searching for my car while we looked for a way to return to our own time.
At one point we took a neighbors kid to the hospital for a broken leg, and later on I accidentally drove down a wooden ski-slope after mistaking it for a freeway offramp.

Dreamed that my college buddy Matthew and I were moving across country together.  I sat on the back of a large flatbed trailer along with my emaciated dog, and old car parts.  Matthew slept while driving the truck that was towing it, and after he woke up and pulled over we decided to get some Denny’s breakfast before moving on.