fayanora: Steph Chloe Flapper (Steph Chloe Flapper)
Had some interesting dreams last night.

First one had me in an elementary school that Hillary Clinton happened to be speaking at. I somehow got some one-on-one time with her, and asked her what she was going to do about global warming. She gave me a typical politician non-answer, something like "I am very concerned about the environment, I will do everything I can to protect it."

When that part was over, I wandered the halls and found a kindergarten or 1st grade class where they were teaching the kids about fractions in an interesting way; there were these large paper-doll type things, where you dress them by taping paper clothes to various parts. They were in varying states of dress, labeled by fraction. The half-dressed dolls had a 1/2 and a circle half filled in, three-fourths dressed doll with a 3/4 and a circle with three parts filled in, etc. It was an interesting way to teach fractions, I thought.

Second dream was a lucid dream. First thing I did when I realized I was dreaming was I gave myself super powers and started smashing things for the Hell of it. Then I got bored of that, and I went off looking for girls to seduce. It was a lot of fun. :)

Bad dream

May. 22nd, 2016 10:29 pm
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Last night I had a dream(*) that I was at a Trump convention in a huge hotel, and he was parading this group of kids and adults on stage because they were "perfect American stock" and he was using them as an example of the kind of people who would be "chosen" when he became President. Anyone who didn't end up "chosen" would be "cleansed from the earth forever." I was backstage, trying to talk to the kids about Trump and how evil and vile he was (mainly because I didn't think there would be any point trying to convince the adults in the group) and I may have had some of them convinced, but then I got lost in the hotel and spent the rest of the dream trying to find my way out of the building. I had to wake up to get out of that dream.

(*) = I say dream because I don't often have nightmares. I do often have dreams that would be nightmares to other people, but I don't consider it a nightmare unless I get scared in the dream. I was concerned in this one, but not scared. I think part of me knew it was just a dream.
fayanora: Elle tongue (Elle tongue)
Last night I had a dream where Buffy and Faith were having lesbian sex with one another, and I was experiencing everything from Buffy's eyes. When I woke up, I was pleased by the dream, but confused, as Buffy so hates Faith (understandably) that the odds of that happening for real would be basically nil. Oh well. :-)
fayanora: Processing (Processing)
Had an interesting dream last night. Dreamed that the Russians were using a bunch of hyper-intelligent kids to crack top secret codes and ciphers. Well, I say Russians because the one dude was speaking with a Russian accent. I didn't hear the only other adult, a doctor lady, speak. Odd thing was, though, the kids both had American accents, of the ones that spoke.

The Russian man was in the doctor's clinic room with Anna while the doctor was giving her a checkup, there for moral support. I think Anna may have been autistic, because she never met anyone's eyes, but not in a prisoner sort of way. She seemed happy, and seemed to enjoy her work. In fact, she was bored with the easiness of the work and was asking for more challenging tasks. She was specifically working with another child, a boy, and saying "These are too easy. Give me a hard one." Which he obliged. Both Anna and the boy were around 10 or 11 or so.
fayanora: Elle Fanning by LJ user bitemeee (Elle Fanning)
Had a dream last night I found $41 cash on the ground, bunch of lost jewelry, an expensive wrist watch, & foreign currency.
fayanora: Djyahlah (Djyahlah)
The second dream I had last night was beautiful and haunting, and I wrote a poem about it:

“If Only”
By = Tempest Alexandria Arts

Last night, as I lay sleeping,
A dream came over me.
I, a man, dead,
From Heaven watched my wife,
As she lay dying.
Nothing I could do to help.

In one last feat of strength,
She stood, walked out into a massive field of grass,
In the dark of night, just the faintest glow from the moon,
As a simple yet haunting violin tune played,
She went for one last midnight stroll.
Across the vast and grassy ocean,
Up a hill grown steeper and steeper,
Climbing with unusual strength,
Grabbing roots and stones and weeds to pull herself up,
And came at last to a red wooden fence.

She climbed the fence, and looked beyond.
Her eyes fell upon the mansion on the hilltop,
Wonder in her eyes. Longing. Pain.
As though she'd seen Heaven itself.
Her goal achieved at last, she clutched her heart with grass-stained hands,
And fell backwards into the grass, to her death.

And as the mournful violin played,
Her eyes up towards the sky,
It felt like none of this would have happened,
Like both of us would be alive and well,
If the last house she saw had been ours.

~

I even remember the tune that the violin was playing, and recorded it on my phone.
fayanora: Djao'Kain (Djao'Kain)
Had a dream last night where this woman was hitting her transgender little girl, no older than 5. I stepped in and protected the crying child, grabbing the woman's arm. She began to cry, and it came to light that she thought being transgender was a choice, that she had to hit the girl to change her mind before it was “too late.” So I told her the truth: it's not a choice. That it was a feeling, from deep within your very soul, that the identity you'd been assigned was wrong, that she'd fought with those feelings for years, unable to understand them or articulate them until recently, and even now didn't have the words to articulate her feelings as clearly as I was articulating them now. I sensed the girl stop crying and nod, agreeing with my words.

And I thought that was just so powerful and true, I had to share it.
fayanora: Elle Fanning by LJ user bitemeee (Elle Fanning)
Last night I had a dream where I was working at some kind of restaurant, and my job was watching the register count-out for shift changes (I used to do basically the same thing once upon a time). I also had something to do with tips, and one of the oddities there was that some people were tipping with coupons and with those old fashioned movie tickets that are used for raffles nowadays, and while I was confused, everyone else was acting like this was perfectly normal.

Then when the count-out was done, I went to go find a restroom. When I got in the restroom - the women's room of course - there were a bunch of wrinkly old men in there, sitting on sofas and recliners. (Why there were sofas and recliners in in a restroom, I don't know.) Worse, there were no stalls. If I used the toilet, I would be seen by all these old men. I had to check to make sure I was in the right restroom, and I was. So, in my authority as an employee, I told them to leave, because they were in the wrong room. They ignored me so completely that it was like they were all blind and deaf, or I was invisible and silent. So I had to leave to try to find another one.

Anyway, yeah; that was an odd twist on the bathroom dreams.

Hot dream

Feb. 13th, 2015 08:19 pm
fayanora: Cyborg velociraptor by Djinni (Cyborg velociraptor by Djinni)
I had a dream the night before last, of a type I don't often have anymore: a sex dream. In it, there was this pregnant woman... not sure how old she was, but couldn't have been much older than 20 or 25. She was VERY far along, final trimester. She was short, maybe 5'0", strawberry blonde. Anyway, she was very horny and at first tried getting off with this guy, but he basically went wham bam thank you maam, and she just got sexually frustrated. So I took over. I got behind her, picked her up, and we laid down on the bed. I took my time making love with her, kissing her neck and shoulders while I fingered her clit. Over the course of about a dozen or so minutes of dream-time, I masturbated her to a screaming orgasm. I woke up very happy. :-D

Sick dreams

Feb. 6th, 2015 07:23 pm
fayanora: girl crying 1 (girl crying 1)
I have a cold. And sometimes when I get sick, I have... odd... dreams. Flu dreams, especially fever dreams, are the strangest. Anyway, last night I had a sick dream. I dreamed I was so sick that my parents and my sister found me laying on the floor, catatonic, but when they tried to move me, I started shaking, retching, and making horrible noises, still unable to consciously move my body. It felt so real I thought I was awake.

Nightmare

Oct. 20th, 2014 04:48 pm
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I had a nightmare last night. First one in years. Even though apparently, I don't experience nightmares the same way as I used to. Used to be, I'd get so scared I'd try to scratch and claw my way out of my brain (not literally) and then wake up with a start, surprised at my success, and shaking; it would take a few seconds to realize I wasn't in danger anymore.

Now, however, it appears that I have some kind of detachment even in nightmares. A part of me knew I was dreaming, and so instead of getting worked up to the point where I was scratching to get out of my brain, I simply did the equivalent of "Nope. All aboard the Nope Train to Nopesville." Woke up just as calmly as usual, aside from the "Holy shit, what a nightmare" thought, the lingering memories of the nightmare, and finally deciding to stay up.

So what was the nightmare? Okay, I guess I'll tell you.

I was living in the old piece of shit house we used to live in Wiota, the one out in the middle of nowhere practically. (If I had a dime for every dream that took place there, I could buy a solid gold wristwatch.) At first, I was on my bike out by the farthest-away sheep pens (close to the big metal shed our landlord kept his old tractors in), and I saw a car pull in to the driveway. I didn't recognize it, but I wasn't terribly concerned at first; we lived right by a highway, people were often using our driveway to turn around in, and our landlord sometimes had other people over with him. It wasn't until I recognized them that I began to get concerned.

When I say I recognized them, I don't mean they were real people. I meant that I had one of those "the plot fills itself in via Just Knowing Things" moments. So I Just Knew that these two people were with a particularly nasty "Christian" sect in the dream's world that makes the Westboro Baptists look like pleasant people. I got on my bike and immediately sped to the door and got inside, locking the door. A woman got out of the car; aside from the terrifying look in her face, she looked like a harmless 50-something grandma lady. She came to the door, and... well, the next part is hard to explain in text, but basically she began talking to me through the door, even though I was hidden by a curtain over the door's window. She sounded calm, but she had something evil in her voice; she was Right, and anyone who wasn't a part of her sect was an infidel worthy of death. As she's talking, and I'm getting more and more scared, she unlocks the outside door somehow, and starts to work on the inside door. She gets it open finally, and I slam the door shut on her and re-lock it, then stick a chair under the door. But I get the sense that she is going to find a way in, and I don't know what she's going to do, but it isn't good. I grabbed my phone and called 911 and was sobbing in fear as I told the dispatcher what was going on, who was at my door and what she was doing. (Note: my dream self was being a lot more emotional than the part of me that was watching the dream.)

It was about that time my brain went "Nope, fuck that crap," and woke me up. The dream scared me so much that I was having thoughts like "If I was in that house again, I would buy a gun, put bars on all the windows, invest in deadbolts and various other locks that can't be undone from the outside, and probably a 20-foot tall chain link fence all around the property, with razor wire around the top, and one of those fancy rich-people electronic gates with an armed guard in his little guard box. Oh yeah, and a secret escape tunnel." But that wasn't enough, because I Just Knew that if she couldn't get in and kill me in person, she would just set the house on fire with me in it.

I couldn't sleep after that dream. I tried continuing the dream in my mind's eye with me pulling out a gun and shooting her in self defense, then taking my family and moving somewhere in the city with lots of concerned neighbors keeping an eye out, but part of the information in the "You Just Know Things" download of the dream told me that we had done something to piss them off (even if that was just as simple as being noticed by them), and even if the scary woman who tried breaking into our house was killed, they would just send others after us. I'm not sure even Witness Protection would have been enough.

So yeah, I have had dreams with hideous inhuman beasts stalking in the shadows, and I was just like "Cool!" But somebody's scary grandmother from an extremist Christian sect, that's the REAL monster. Probably because she was actually a realistic threat; there very well could be someone or even a group of someones just like her, out in the world. So it's no wonder I couldn't get back to sleep, when part of me wanted to bar the windows of the apartment and buy a gun just in case she was real.
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Night before last, I had another of those annoying recurring dreams, where I'm still at high school, like I got held back or, in some cases, told that I shouldn't have been graduated to begin with and having to retake high school all over again. (Practically a nightmare, for me.) In these dreams, I'm usually failing all over again, I often can't find my classes, or I've skipped several days of school and am way behind.

This time, though, I was doing my very best and still failing. Toward the end of the dream, I did something I'd never done before: I declared I was dropping out and getting my GED instead, because the whole education system sucks and, I quote myself, "I always ace tests but suck at homework."

I think I have these dreams because 1. I never did well in school despite my intelligence because I never saw the point of homework. (Still don't. Hardly any jobs exist where you do work when you're off the clock, so why does homework exist at all?) 2. I'm still struggling to understand this world and still fighting a crappy system/society.

Oh and last night? I think I had such a dream again, because I had the "trouble getting meals at the cafeteria" version of the dream. Usually it's having to go do something else during lunch time, or there being nothing I can eat, but this time it was the line being held up plus confusion behind the counter.
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I have a friend who tells me she can't read in dreams, not really; everything is nonsense, squiggly lines, and the dream sense of Just Knowing Things translates the nonsense for her. When she told me this, I was fascinated, because when I read in dreams, it's actual words. Actual letters arranged in words, and those words are arranged intelligently. In fact, last night I was dreaming I was talking with this beautiful black woman, and she wanted my email address, and I pulled out a business-card type card, but I could plainly see it had my old Yahoo address on it, and I was writing out the new one when this creeper guy tried to hone in on our budding lesbian relationship with his creepiness.

I've even had dreams where I was reading Spanish. Mind you, that's reading Spanish about as well as I can in real life, but I remembered the sign I was reading well enough upon awaking that I recognized some of the words as actual Spanish words. Whether the sign made any sense or not, I dunno. My Just Knowing Things dream sense couldn't be arsed to translate the sign for me, so it was just like running into such a sign in real life.

Oh yeah, and I've had dreams where I'm reading things on Tumblr or LiveJournal before. Sometimes I'll remember a dream Tumblr post as a real one for a bit before I'm like, "Oh yeah, that was a dream."

But yeah, my ability to read in dreams contributes to the paranoia I get if I ever have those hyper-realistic dreams with realistic colors and details. Luckily, though, I haven't had one of those in months.
fayanora: Adorable Evil (Adorable Evil)
I just remembered a dream I had the other day. I was in this big old weird house, like I see a lot of in my dreams. Some stuff happened that I don't remember, but then I met my evil twin, and my evil twin was monologuing about her evil plan, and I knew it was evil and I knew I couldn't let her do it, so calmly as though I was opening a loaf of bread, I put my hands around her throat and strangled her. She said "Are you sure I'm the evil twin?" and my only reaction was to squeeze harder because obviously if she could talk, I wasn't doing it hard enough. Then I choked her to death and calmly as ever put her body in a plastic garbage bag and took it outside and tossed it into this well that I knew leads to an underground river that goes out to sea. And then I went about my life as though nothing had happened.

Oh, and she shape-shifted into someone else before dying, too.

I think part of me knew it was a dream and was like "Oh I know how to deal with this problem, seeing as it's a dream. She's not real, so I'll just murder her." Like "oh this is a chore but it's gotta be done."

Cool dream

May. 19th, 2014 04:16 pm
fayanora: Sammi Hanratty classy (Sammi Hanratty classy)
I had a dream last night that I and a bunch of other people, which included Castiel from Supernatural and Fred from Angel, were exploring some weird planet, and got chased by humanoid monsters. We lured the monsters into what we thought was a trap for them, and turned out we trapped ourselves. But the place we'd trapped ourselves was dark and echoey and we used that to our advantage, and managed to get near the door again and escape, but ended up in another building. Where one of the monsters surprised us, but Castiel's quick thinking and reflexes let him kill the monster. Then we escaped out into a barren landscape, and everyone started walking slower because somehow we knew the monsters were dead and we were safe.

Except that we weren't safe. I looked down at the ground, which was made of these pebbles of some kind of sparkly metallic substance. I say pebbles, but they were rough, jagged, and came in sizes varying from "very large grain of sand" all the way up to "half of a snow pea pod." I had one of the mid-sized ones in my hand, looking at it, when it started to "melt" and stick to my skin. I wiped it off in a panic, suddenly knowing what was going on, and warned the others to get to safety; we were surrounded by hundreds of miles of nanites lying in wait to convert people into monsters. I luckily hadn't gotten any into my blood, so I wouldn't be turned, but you can bet we hoofed it out of there.

When we got to our spaceship, there was someone inside and we were all startled and expecting another monster. And we were partially right, but we were safe - it was just Angel. (Vampire with a soul for anyone who doesn't know.) He let us in and we made our escape.
fayanora: Martha and Ten by mischief89 (Martha and Ten)
Had a dream last night that I went out waaaay in Beaverton, Hillsboro, or Gresham (directions were a bit weird in the dream) to visit a friend, and attempting to find my way back, I got very lost. Wandered through street fairs and parades, wandered out along highways with lone gas stations, even wandered barefoot for a while, all in the search for a bus line I recognized. Finally found a bus that took me to a stop for the 9, and then found the MAX. Woke up before I got home, but at least I wasn't lost anymore.

Funny thing is, I doubt it could happen in real life. My visual memory is powerful enough that I almost always recognize where I've been. In the dream I was lost for hours and hours, but in real life I doubt I'd be lost for more than 15 minutes. In fact, I remember that once I noticed this ability, I started testing it, started TRYING to get lost to see if I could do it, and nope. Always knew where I'd been, where I was in relation to where I'd been, always knew where I'd turned and what direction I had turned, and by then had a good enough idea of where the nearby bus lines were that I was never lost for more than 15 minutes. Hell, most of the time I wasn't lost at all. I could not have told you what any of the streets were named, but I knew where I was in relation to where I had been, and I knew how to get back to more familiar territory. I believe I even wrote LJ entries about it, under the tag "adventures in getting lost."

Oh sure, when I first moved to town I got lost a bunch of times, but never so badly that I needed more than a little help from passing strangers, or Brooke. And even then I think it was mostly to save time.

Anyway, so the hypothesis was confirmed. I'd like to try more of it, but I would have to get my legs back in shape first.
fayanora: pensive (pensive)
I had a creepy dream last night. It was one of those ones that was creepy but entertaining, and so not really scary; probably because a part of me knew the whole time I was dreaming.

Anyway, it was taking place at a house similar to the one we used to live in at Wiota, Iowa. In it, I had the upcoming Night Vale book, but not only was it already out, it was decades old and bound in light brown leather with peeling gold lettering. I got the sense it had been written by someone else, ages before the podcast started coming out, and neither artist knew of the other, so it wasn't plagiarism, it was like Night Vale was real somewhere and telling two different people in different eras about itself.

But that wasn't the creepy bit. The creepy part began when the book rang like a phone. I answered it, and there was this creepy Asian kid on the other end. How I know he was Asian, I don't know, because he had an American accent, but somehow I knew he was Asian in heritage; Chinese-American, I think, but I'm not sure.

Anyway, the kid talked in a creepy way. I don't remember anything he said, but I do remember occasionally he would draw out words, for instance instead of saying "I want to feel your heart," he would say "I want to feeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllll your hearrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttt" (though as I say, I don't remember anything he actually said. I pulled that for-instance out of thin air).

After he talked long enough for me to be thoroughly creeped out, I hung up the book and told my younger sister Tara not to answer it if it rang again. Then some other stuff happened, boring stuff that I don't remember. But it did ring again at one point and Tara answered it and then hung up. Then more boring stuff happened and I found myself reading the book (as opposed to using it as a telephone), and the poems in it were so awesome that I was actually trying to control my real body to grab some paper and write them down. I kept thinking how awesome it would be to share poems on my blog that my subconscious mind had dreamed up. And if I could have consciously controlled my body while still asleep as I wanted to, I don't doubt I could have done it, and the poems would have been real words and from what I remember, would have made sense.

See, my friend Brooke says that when she dreams, she can read but there are no actual words. But me, I can see real words. The level of detail in my dreams is high enough that getting trapped in the dream world and never being able to wake up is a legitimate fear of mine. Hell, I even once read a sign in Spanish in a dream once; I knew it was Spanish, and I could tell the sign would make sense if I knew Spanish, but I couldn't read it. Despite the fact I consciously know very little Spanish, I feel certain that if I could have remembered what the sign said and written it down upon waking, that I could have gotten a translation. I doubt the sign would have made much sense, but who knows... maybe it would have. I mean, how weird would it be if I could see perfectly-written signs in dreams that are written in languages I don't know how to speak or understand when awake? It would be very weird, and also very cool.

Anyway... when the Night Vale book comes out at last (some time in 2015, I think), if it's bound in tan leather with gold lettering, that would be creep-tastic.
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I had a dream last night featuring uplifted (to human-level sapience) gorillas. But they were incomplete; their larynx was more complex than wild gorillas, but not complex enough to manage English. They had a language of grunts and other vaguely animal noises, and that was pretty cool.

I'm not entirely sure why I had this dream; sure, I've been re-reading the Uplift trilogies by David Brin, but I haven't gotten far and I hadn't read in it for a couple days. Also, the uplifted gorillas in the series are not given a big role because they're being uplifted illegally (the Galactic civilization only allows two Client species at a time, and humans already have Chimps and Dolphins).

Also, I have a gorilla-like humanoid species in the Lyria verse, but it's been even longer since I wrote in that.
fayanora: Martha and Ten by mischief89 (Martha and Ten)
There are occasionally logical inconsistencies or even glaring mistakes in dreams, and it can be fun to watch characters in the dream struggle to explain them. There were two such mistakes in a dream last night. It was a dream about a college-level boarding school, coed but with the sexes separated into two different dorm buildings. I was riding inside one of the male characters going to his dorm for the first time.

First mistake: the steps on the stairs leading to the place where the door would be, were too big. There were only two steps, but each step was almost as tall as my character was. When I pointed out the absurdity of this design and asked if its architect was a sadist, all I got were stares of the kind that made *my* character look like the weirdo.

Second mistake: There was no door into the building. We had to climb up on the railing, lean out into the air, and be grabbed by someone already inside and pulled in. When I asked if we could try the back door, the others looked at me with a "what is a door?" expression on their faces.

A fun bit from that dream: 1. John Cleese played the role of the headmaster. (This was a British school.)
fayanora: Steph hail satan (Steph hail satan)
Had a dream last night, and the only thing I can remember about it was a funny moment. I was in a kitchen somewhere, looking through the fridge for something to drink (my body trying to tell me it was thirsty) when this kid, a boy maybe 9 or 10 years old, walks in holding an action figure in one hand like he's making it fly. I don't remember anything about the figure beyond the fact it was a superhero. But when he's flying it around, I hear him say something about the hero being "the son of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark." And in one of those mysterious flashes of insight you get in dreams, I knew the kid was gay and "shipped" Captain America and Iron Man. :-D

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