Last night my dream was of attending some sort of renaissance faire in Lithuania. I told my girlfriend about it so she bought us plane tickets and we flew there immediately. Upon arrival we learned we were the first there, so we decided to wait in the old wooden conference hall for the event to start. One of the caretakers had to run across the street to see his friend who was teaching a class. When I inquired what he taught I was informed he was “teacher for suicide class”, to which I replied I’d probably never take lessons from him.
People began to gather after waiting for some time, but the organizer had not returned so we decided cross the street and see what was taking so long. At the building across the street my girlfriend and I ran into my mother, who was evidently looking for us because she was “passing by” and saw us, so stopped to tell us something. Supposedly being in Lithuania I found this very strange, and asked exactly how far from home we were. My mother laughed and said it was “just north of Snood”, which made no sense but I took to mean near my old hometown in California. I was still confused but was interrupted from pursuing the thought further when I noticed my old art director was sitting next to us in a convertible truck. We talked briefly and then he entered the building for the suicide class.
The remaining three of us crossed the street again, and the dream ended shortly after as I was fumbling with my phone in order to see exactly where Lithuania was located on the world map.
The other night I found myself dreaming of carrying a box full of nitroglycerin-filled mason jars into a large mall, and setting them on a shelf in the middle of a concourse. I became really upset when they exploded and harmed a nearby girl who happened to bump the shelf. After wandering around the Mall in a depression, I met up with my girlfriend and another unknown guy friend. Soon after an earthquake started rattling the place, so we headed down a back hall to try and catch a train out of the area. Walking towards the station outside we headed down a street between an upraised monorail track and a park on a hill. This area was known as the place horses went to die, because the ground of the street and the hillside of the park were covered in layer upon layer of decomposing horse carcasses. The bodies all laid in the same position on their sides next to one another, with the flesh so eaten away by time that they were nothing more than horse-shaped mounds on the ground covered in old, long hair atop decomposing meat and bones. Afterwards we boarded the train and left the area.
I had a dream that I was traveling through a large, futuristic city. Different types of autonomous traffic filled the spaces between buildings. From flying car-like machines to large, thick looking mecha with two or four legs. The machines were all aggressive and the accompanying group of friends and I knew they all had to be destroyed before they killed many citizens of the city.
Each of us commandeered a vehicle nearby and began using them to destroy the enemy machines. Not many of them had weapons, so our destruction involved flying around, slamming into the other mecha, or trying to crush them underneath. There was a definite sense of how many there were left in the city, and we split up to hunt them down. We did battle with these machines everywhere from the streets to the tops of skyscrapers and the nooks and crannies in between.
At the same time I was searching everywhere for my girlfriend, who was lost somewhere in the city. I eventually found her after crashing through the middle-floor of a green office building, and after transferring her safely to her own “corvette” brand flying limo (which had a reputation for not being a very good car, apparently), I found that my other friends had all lost their vehicles in battle to the machines. After changing to an undamaged vehicle once or twice I was finally able to cause the destruction of the last machine, and there the dream ended.
Last night my dream had me in the fictional home of an old college buddy. His dad was a Japanese-dwarf-businessman. Somehow during the dream I was responsible for his dads death, which resulted in his son and I both acquiring his massive house. The house was full of drug dealers though, so over the course of the dream I found myself killing them covertly so I could safely live there. Ultimately the only one left was the son himself, who was also a dangerous person. He would frequently pull his gun out when at the slightest upset. Ultimately I conceded to let him live because he went to the same college, and because it was rightfully his home anyway.
I lived in the house for some time with him, and others would visit often. The home was a mansion, and the transition of ownership was a bit rough. At one point my credit card was somehow charged for renewing the iTunes Channel Cable Service, which cost $2000 a year, with a $50/mo. insurance charge. I don’t even like iTunes.
Later in the dream I gained the power to transform into a wolf, and while my friends were outside the house combating a new threat with Dogi from the Ys games, I in my wolf-form entered something known as the “gateway of primordial memory” in search of Adol. In the gate, I befriended sleepy cats, and the dream ended soon after when I reemerged back to the mansion, and found myself trying to help a girl dying from insomnia while my college buddy ran around pulling his gun out and threatening to shoot people because he didn’t know what else to do.
I have been so concerned with spacial considerations in my work lately that it has become the most prominent characteristic of my dreams.
I dreamed I was on a series of small islands covered in urban atmosphere. Each island had its own feel to it: there was the downtown island, the island where my house was, and island of factories, and so on. Each island was only the size of a football field or so, but there were no roads connecting them. Instead my companions and I had to climb into tear-drop shaped rollercoaster cars which were positioned on a ramp. Each island had a ramp on one of its four sides, pointing to the island next door. Passengers were launched to the adjacent island from the ramp, the cart would land on the beach, and the passengers would continue to their destination.
Themes appearing in recent dreams -
Platypuses
Baby Bull Sharks
Swimming
Being lost
In my dream last night I went to visit old college friends in Arizona whose fledgling gaming studio had resulted in the discovery of the secret of quantum physics. They began doing experiments on harnessing quantum mechanics for human perception of reality, and were successful in completely destroying the barrier between space-time and alternate realities. Through this new technology we were able to unbind our bodies and consciousness, and everything around us at a sub-molecular level. This allowed us to transport ourselves where ever we wished, as well as distort reality around us at our whim.
Due to the success of these experiments, an unknown group of beings began following us for several days. I got the impression of having broken an unknown universal law, and we began using this new ability only in secret while these beings were investigated our group. They seemed to have similar abilities, not so much as following us where ever we went, as much as simply being where ever we were. They never spoke, and only stood motionless at a distance, looking human, but having a distinct atmosphere of the inhuman. Even though they were constantly nearby we were never able to get a good look at them, as looking directly at them seemed to cause them to go out of focus slightly, and they were only able to be truly perceived from the corner of ones eye.
A more recent dream I had was that I was a black man, with a twin brother. We were both hitmen, and were in a downtown urban environment for our next job. Before we went to work we stopped at a Vietnamese bar for some lunch. The locals there were racist and tried to kick us out, but my brother and I pulled our guns out and chased the closed-minded ones out of the building. After speaking with the owner and barman briefly we reached an understanding that we were okay, and traded stories about the best places to get Pho.
I’m falling behind on my dream logs. Last week a memorable dream was one where I was in another “amusement park”, insofar as that it was thrilling to be in but there was no real fear of danger. This particular one was a “galaxy” of small-scale planets and islands floating in the stars. The scope and scale of this universe was immense and belittling to be in. I could fly in whatever direction I chose, and one distinct memory of it was of flying forward off the top edge of an island cliff, and looking down into a sea of stars below the island that stretched on forever. I flew from planet to planet, searching for friends.
I had a dream that the game developers conference was being held in a ghost town at night. My girlfriend and I attended, and at one point we climbed into an abandoned tree-fort to hide from gangsters wandering the streets. We met some coworkers in the tree fort, and we all did psychedelic drugs together. Afterwards an old friend and college buddy of mine arrived, and he had somehow placed his head onto the body of a bodybuilder. We caught up on news and events, and then left the fort when morning began to approach.
An lead artist of mine met us on the street, and asked us to identify the age of the tree near the fort we spent the night in, but we argued over the best method to do so, and protested the idea when he suggested cutting the tree down, which would have toppled our small hideout.