Dream 1: Beer Frustration

The scene was my grandfathers house in England out on the driveway. There were lots of people there as the hours were waning in the day but there was light throughout the whole dream. I asked to play beer pong as that is why we were all there. I had a partner I can not remember now and the team we were playing was composed of two people but the only one I remember was my good friends girlfriend, Lindsay. The game got down to one cup on each side and my competitive blood was bubbling over the top of my head and spilling all over the table. It was my throw and Lindsay began her campaign to make Luke go crazy. She started moving the cup around, taking the cup off the table, putting small lids on the cups with funky shaped holes that would not allow the ping pong ball to get through, not have the cup there at all, put things over the cup, and much more. All the while she was bouncing around frantically like the monkeys in the wizard of Oz with a huge smile on her face and an endless stream of taunts coming out of her mouth. Meanwhile I was trying very hard to not freak out. At one point I do freak out and get very angry and run to the other side of the table to try and make the cup situation right but on my return to the other side of the table she had already put some plants in the cup or something of that nature. There would be a few tosses of the ball during all this and I would always miss because of some stupid thing i should have accounted for like my fingers being dry or something and the laughter would get even stronger. I would curse the people around and ask them why they were not playing as well. My anger towards Lindsay had no end and I do not think the game ever ended. I might have stormed off after she had made me throw the ball at the cup which was on the ground and I badly missed. I seem to remember everyone having a great old time and I was just simply fuming and there was nothing i could do about it.

Dream 1 Analysis

I think Lindsay is a wonderfully intelligent and beautiful person and despite any anger I might have had for her, it would never be a constant thing. In general I would never hit anybody in anger and although she made me feel as though this could have happened, I could never do it. In real life she knows how to rile me up and I think she knows that she pretty much can do whatever she wants without consequences and gets the pleasure of watching me freak out and scream like the primitive ape that I can be. The meaning of the dream, though, is obvious to me. Lindsay had sent me an email recently is why she was fresh in the brain. This past Saturday, my gang of friends in California celebrated the third annual beer olympics in style and I heard about it and saw a few pictures. I hold this event close to me as I feel like somewhat of a founder from the last two years but this year I was absent as I was galabanting through the Norwegian fjords with long lost family and camping on remote rocky outcrops while contemplating why snuss has never made it to North America. My frustration in the dream was due to me not being able to participate in what appears to be the best beer olympics yet and I wasnt even there.

Dream 2: Combat amongst friends

The scene was a posh looking nightclub set somewhere in London and inside there were all sorts of stairs and views of the top floor and bars on both stories and tables on both stories as well. Everyone was dressed in suits or Samurai gear. I entered the club with my sword and was immediately attacked but defended myself well and carried on. The figths were gory with limbs flying around and blood splattering over many a surface. No one seemed to die, they were merely dragged off or made inconsequential to the rest of the dream. As I am battling the main oppresor of the dream, I run into a friend Mike H. who told me he had the situation handled and asked me to go outside as I should not see what was about to happen. I left but came back to him about to decapitate the head of someone I thought was on my side. He looked at me and said some words and then did the job all though I never saw the head roll around. He was in cahoots with what I thought were the bad guys initially and we talked about the situation and he convinced me of the truth that I had not been aware of earlier. Mike and I were lef to our own devices and he proceeded to get really drunk. He then started challenging people and making sure they understood that he controlled their destiny. Then all of a sudden a HUGE mechanical beast came and I had to fight that alone as Mike was too far drunk. I was having sword issues and was stuck using a flimsy blade that kept breaking as I tried in vein to attack the mechanical beast that stood 10 meters tall (think mech warrior). Mike eventually got a grip and threw me a decent blade and I was doing better but still could not penetrate the machines armor. Then I kneeled down, and stayed very still and I had a very close up image of my calf slowly covering itself with ice and when I arose I had frozen the scene and the mech warrior could not move. I ran around it cutting all the cables and pipes that I could and when it finally thawed out it fell over in an explosion. I then had to fight my old allies who were very weak and I handled them easily but I did not like doing it. At this point I woke up as I did not like what I was doing.

Dream 2 Analysis

I have had many dreams involving combat and having to defend myself since I left my California comfort zone. Sometimes against creatures, sometimes against people, sometimes I opted to defend by running. Thinking about it, the dreams had to do with running away in the beginning and more and more they are having to do with fighting. In this particular dream there seems to be conflict between what side I need to be on although personally I do not know if their are sides other than what I think, and the rest of the world. Mike was in the dream since I put him in my calender to call when I get back from Norway, that and he is Asian and fits well into a Samurai style dream.Moving away from what you know and find comfort in can feel like you are running especially when you used to live in the USA which does not encourage this sort of behaviour and can often times make you feel that people look down on you for making the decisions that you have. I have come to terms with that and I am not proud of coming from a country that promotes that sort of sentiment. As I move onto the next stage of my plans, I am forced to defend ideas that may not be shared by everyone but none the less I am prepared to fight for them. If I should fail, it will only be in a glorious blaze which I solely was responsible for…

While stretching one early morning on the Crawford fields, Al tells me this story of him and his girl friend from the night before. We practiced twice a day until at least 8pm so it was impressive he was able to get all this done. Al and his girlfriend were having sex on the couch in her parents house in the living room. As some people like to do, they then started having butt sex. This went on for a few minutes but then all of a sudden the girlfriends parents came home unexpectedly and opened the door to this most interesting scene that any parent would love to catch their daughter in. Al reacts quickly and pulls out but he pulls out too quickly and the first 5 inches inside his girlfriends colon also came out much like you might expect if you put your hand inside an inside-out sock and pulling to make it right-side-out. Now lets try and paint the scene… Al is standing naked in front of the parents and his girlfriend with poop stains on his member and his arms out to the side with shoulders shrugged as if to say “WOW, who would have thought this could ever happen, I am truly sorry”. The parents were in shock and not saying a word, and the girlfriend was screaming in pain with her ass in the air because she is unable to hide the new tail she has been given. So the story ends with Al going to the hospital with the parents and the girlfriend. The girlfriend is draped over the back seat as she cannot leave the doggy style position. Al is forced to deal with doctors and family friends trying to explain what happened over and over.

But this was not in MY dream and let me get back to the interesting stuff of my dream. The insult game goes on for a while but I cannot remember any of the insults. The only thing I remember is a guy getting into the middle and stuttering really badly trying to insult the principle but everyone just started laughing at him.

After this I get on my very fast GSXR and drive back to Simi. I know I said the school was like that of one in Simi but it seemed to be in Orange County. So I rode back and forth to Simi several times, aparently because I had school in OC and my life in Simi. The rides were done at break neck speed with all caution to the wind but no problems ever were encountered during the transits.

Finally I go to my friend Pratt’s house but park my bike inside the neighbors house. This neighbors house I believe to be the brother of a friend I have but this brother I never knew or talked to or even knew his name. Strange. I remove my bike and goto Pratt’s real house. I see Pratt making some kind of weird green liquid with a very impressive chemistry set with the glass tubes with swirls and all sorts. This green liquid you could paste onto peoples bodies and then touch it and it would electrocute them in a very hilarious way and not leave any lasting marks, I think.

I went to the back of his house and am told to open this cage which I remember struggling to open. Once I open it the whole area fills up with prison looking people and the whole place looked to be a prison. There were guards harassing a black midget. The black midget suddenly, and with great strength, punches one of the guards and sends him sprawling against the wall and then he does the same to the other two guards. Now everybody is basically trying to capture this black midget but he has the strength of many men and is very wily as midgets can be. I remember running all around trying to stay away from the fight and the fight was never to involve me. Finally a friend pulls me out and drags me to a back room that had 3 bunk beds in it.

At this point I am watching myself from a third persons perspective. I am laying on one of the beds on my side with my face down. I watch someone take a hand drill, the kind you spin yourself and make a large gash in the side of my abdomen. I then watch this guy take some sort of wiggly thing and place it on my back. It goes into the wound and I can see an image, as if it is an x-ray screen, of it going inside my body and absorbing much of my blood while I listen to a narrative of how this thing is going to make me more fight ready and able to handle any sort of pain and torture and it is to help me. I then am looking at my body from the outside again and I watch a pool of neon green/red blood cover my body and bed but it then gathers itself and goes back into my body very much like you could imagine slime moving around like in teenage mutant ninja turtles.

While this is all going on, the guy opens a box which he says contains a thalamus gland. He says this is to keep the pain away. The thalamus gland jumps out of the box and starts to pleasure me. (I know, weird)

Eventually I get up from this “torture” and am shown 5 rolling clear balls about the size of a large marble. I have control over these balls and can make them split and merge and morph. Then they turn into about 20 very ornately decorated figures and animals which I cannot remember exactly what they were. The one I do remember was a very nice looking polar bear with all sorts of sparkly decorations and colors on it which I was told would turn into a robot in a few days and I would have to wait until then.

Then I woke up. Any analyses?

Another chase dream I had recently was a rather cool one. I was on the moon with maybe 100 other people who were all on the moon to see this most amazing eclipse. The sun was huge in our vision and you could see so much detail of it as the earth began to eclipse this most intricate looking sun which was bursting with solar flares and black spots. Heat was never a problem for us. At one point during the end of the eclipse, the sun appeared to pass right through the moon right next to all the people and everyone backed up to allow it to pass which it did, but it went straight through everything as if it never existed but it was the most intense thing I had ever seen. The earth passed and light was restored in a mysterious way to the new moonscape which was very reminiscent of a Brazilian favella. I then joined a large group of asians (likely Japanese) as we jumped and leaped our way around the favella as some unknown force was chasing us. The jumping and leaping was like those french guys you see on TV who have some competition to see who can get to some crazy point in the fewest steps. There was something about barging into a fancy dress party and then we leaped into a situation where we were surrounded by our followers and then I woke up.

Prior to this dream I had another really interesting dream. It was John Fincher and I and we show up at a really posh mansion with flamingos and mini golf courses all around. As we enter, John says “prepare to make the best first impression you ever had” and we walk in. I notice a really intricate marble counter with a small city built into it. There are some people dotted around that I didnt really recognize. And then all of a sudden I wake up (in the dream) in some lawn chair near a circus or carnival. I start walking around and I realize that I am wearing some fancy sparkly tuxedo or some thing close to it with awkward buttons in the front. This girl Tamara (I dont know any Tamaras) comes to say hi to me but she seems agitated. We talk and then she says she has to get ready for the show and goes off into a dressing room. At this point I realize I feel a little off and keep having bouts of light headed ness. I stumble my way to the pool where there is all sorts of older people who seem to be pleased with my presence even though I am in this ridiculous tuxedo. I crack some jokes and ask why I went to bed right away and said that I thought it was weird that I then woke up in this costume meaning someone had to have undressed me in my sleep. Next thing I know is that I am naked riding my bike down the river bed in Costa Mesa but I quickly realize that I am naked with all sorts of important electronic belongings like my camera and phone and something else I cannot remember. I then look back to see that I had dropped everything and it was all broken and decide that I must have passed out or something from another bout of light headedness which was starting to make me think more and more that I was drugged. I gather my belongings and then go back to the house. I get dressed, grab a sleeping bag and think I need to find Tamara. I get off a train in front of the circus and walk through this shady little church yard and as I enter a shadow comes up to me and grabs my sleeping bag and then I instantly just feel helpless and things go dark with just a shadow pulling at my sleeping bag. I refuse to let go and try to speak but nothing comes out and then I feel scratching at my chest but still refuse to let go. At this point I get worried and wake up (in the real world) and the dream was over not to be returned to.