Dreams

I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I woke up in my bed and felt like someone was in the room with me. I looked at the bedroom door which in the dream had a chain lock on it and I saw the chain move and lock the door. I tried to scream for Jay, but no sound came out. While I kept trying to scream or make any kind of sound to get Jay's attention, the furniture in my room started moving toward me. Finally Jay opened the door and came in. We ran out together and ran down the hall to the living room and he told me the furniture in the living room was moving too. When we got there, I turned around and looked back toward my bedroom. I saw a big man-shaped figure in my doorway that looked like it was wrapped in tan-colored bandages like a mummy. It came toward us down the hall. I yelled to Jay to get one of our cell phones and use it to videotape what was happening. The mummy-ghost reached the living room and attacked me. It threw me around the room and felt completely solid when I pushed back at it. I struggled with it over to the front door and managed to throw it out the apartment door and down the stairs. It was daylight outside. When it hit the stairs, it lost it's shape...as if the ghost had disappeared from inside the bandages and left the bandages behind. When I went back in, there were about 5 more ghosts that had materialized inside. I told Jay that we needed to throw them down the stairs outside. I fought with all of them and threw them all outside one by one.

08/06/2008

I dreamed that I was in high school, about to turn in a major math report at the end of my senior year. I said to my teacher, “Promise me that you'll have this looked at by experts, or I won't turn this in. Last year, I turned in a revolutionary idea in Physics, and it was thrown away as soon as it was graded.” My math teacher was a bit taken aback. She didn't really know what to do, so she called another teacher in, then asked me to explain. They both knew I did superb work, and wanted to know why this was so special that I would risk destroying my grade over it.

I explained that it is a 24-dimensional mathematical description of the universe. I showed them a sketch from my small stack of papers. It looked something like a large dodecahedron (which I made once in 9th grade geometry class). It had various symbols in each of the faces. They asked me why some of the symbols were not normal mathematical symbols. I said, “Because I had to create new symbols with their own meanings to complete the description.”

I also remember a brief segment from another dream, in which someone said to me, “If you want to be a healer, and you think about being a healer, then you ARE a healer.”

Friday, February 22, 2008

I played a lot of WoW early this morning, then hung out with Rebecca after she came home early (to hang out). I had been up all night and all day till 5pm, on coffee, gaming and a good movie (Michael Clayton).

I fell asleep within probably 30 seconds or so of laying down in bed. At around 8pm to 10pm (somewhere between 3 and 5 hours into my sleep), I dreamed that I was in a large adobe-style building with huge open spaces and glassless windows, rounding a corner to tell Rebecca, “The Naaru have won!” She was guarding a flag, which was a control point in the war between the Naaru and some dark beings that had been going on for possibly ages. The flag was about 30 to 40 feet or so away from me, in a shadowy area of the room.
I saw Rebecca lying on the ground by the flag, either dead or unconcious. An enemy who looked like a skinny skin-head was lying on the ground a few feet away, barely alive, hiding in the shadows. As I quickly approached, he looked up. I smiled and said to him, “You almost had this flag, but it’s over now.” He said, “In a way, I still won.” He pointedly looked at Rebecca. Now that I was closer, I could see that she was bone white, naked (though the nakedness seemed normal, as if she always dressed this way, not something of his doing), curled up in a half-fetal position, her fingers twisted and rigid.

10/23/2008

In the first dream, I was running home from somewhere far away. I relished in the freedom I felt at being able to run so effortlessly. I had a continuously long, steady stride. My breathing was easy. At one point, I was running across a highway bridge, in the repair lane.

When I got to the other side, I made a long jump from the edge of the highway onto a sidewalk. Two girls were walking on the sidewalk. I couldn't see them from my angle until I landed. They were amazed and wanted to see me do it again. They were being very flirty, and didn't want me to leave.

In another dream, I was in a car with Ricky, who was driving. We were going to meet John and Jordan at a swimming pool. Ricky had talked with them, and I was wondering why we were heading in the opposite direction of the pool. He was being very evasive, not directly answering my questions. He said Jordan had an appointment out this way. Jordan was driving John separately, and they were ahead of us on the highway. We were going to the other end of town from our original plan.

Eventually, we pulled up to a swimming pool on this end of town, one I remembered seeing before, a long time ago. When we got out of our cars, Ricky went to find Jordan, and I found John very quickly. This area was hilly. We were walking around a low hill that sat next to the pool, such that we couldn't see the pool. John said he wasn't sure if he would like the pool or not. As we walked around the hill and onto the concrete area surrounding the pool, I said, “For me, it all comes down to the people at the pool.” I said this very quietly, so as not to offend anyone nearby. He asked me to repeat myself, so I did, slightly louder, but still quietly enough that no one else heard.

09/04/2008

Last night I got 10 hours of sleep on an approximate schedule that's been steady for me for a week now (sleeping from around midnight to around 8am). The dream I had right before I woke up at 10am this morning was very vivid and profound.

I dreamed that I was at a retreat for the brilliant. It seemed that I was being recruited for a higher purpose. I “woke up” in a room on the second floor of this large, brightly lit (lots of windows with no curtains, wide open sky outside), plainly adorned house. There were several others here. I remembered interacting with them over the last couple of days. Today, we were all preparing to leave, though some of us would be kept in touch by the higher-ups for more training and/or tasks, and possibly future meetings like this one.

We felt like students. In some ways it was similar to my experience at the Governor's Scholars Program I attended in high school. I went downstairs (all very brightly lit by windows), saying hi and such to a few people as I passed them. One of them came up to me and said, “You're amazing. You've written some very profound things.” I knew that I had only brought a duffel bag with some of my more recent writings in it (among other things), and that he probably wasn't referring to those. I said, “Thank you. How did you read those things?”

He led me to a large green metal cabinet in an adjoining room. He opened it. There were miscellaneous things inside. On a lower shelf, there was a collection of dark green, hard-bound books. About 20% of the collection had one word on it: “Jay.” He took out this huge section of the books, and began turning pages, to point out some of the particular items of my writings that he felt were of note.