Tag: dreams

Dream Journal

09/30-10/01

I dreamt that I was a child, about 10 years old. Me and some others were on a beach, grey and desolate, the waves crashing upon rocks. We were playing this game where we would hop up on this low wall and then scoot across in a line. All the while we chanted a sing-song chant, like a rope-skipping rhyme, except this one was in praise of the Great Old Ones.

I could feel his massive presence. We were scared, but knew that there was no way to hide, no way to avoid what was to come. So we just kept on playing. And Cthulhu was on his way.

Dream Journal

09/29-09/30/11

Had some smoke last night. I know that I had dreams but lost most of them upon waking. I only vaguely remember loosing a tooth in one of my dreams.

Dream Journal

09/28-09/29/11

This one needs some background. The Superbowl is coming to my town next year. It sucks that I am dreaming about it, as I despise professional sports in general. I assume it effects my subconscious because I used to work in hotels and these sort of events would be a great pain in the ass.

I dreamt my wife and I were going out to a bar while the Superbowl was going on. Interestingly, the town we travelled through seemed more like a combination of Kalamazoo and Sister Lakes, Michigan, where we used to live. Not much like Indianapolis. No surprise I dreamt about going out as we had visited our favorite place last night, the White Rabbit Cabaret.

The bar in my dream was an odd two story structure. Because of all the Superbowl people in town, we could find no place to park. In that strange sort of dream logic the bartender told us to go ahead and drive our car inside and park on the balcony. So I did, parking next to two other cars on a rickety looking wooden balcony, also occupied by several patrons.

The place was packed, not with the Superbowl crowd, but with the regulars. I didn’t actually know any of the people there (except my wife), but they all looked vaguely familiar, like folks we see at the White Rabbit. Someone on the balcony was celebrating a birthday. Though I don’t remember the actual words, I know I enjoyed some conversation with them.

When time came to go I went to pull my car out. As I suspected, parking on the balcony turned out to be a bad idea, as I crashed into the bar trying to leave. No one seemed upset about it, but I had to find another way home.

We started walking down the dark tree-lined streets. Occasionally passing others. We came upon three guys, college age. I was still in a good mood and asked them if they knew a good way to get us home. Smiling the whole time, they attacked me, knocking me down. Then they attacked my wife. When that happened I woke up in a panic.

One general observation from all this. It wasn’t drinking that prevented me from remembering my dreams as I had a couple last night. The only variable that sticks out now is skipping my meditation on the weekends.

Dream Journal

09/27-09/28/11

For the most part, my dreams last night elude my waking memory. I do remember two things. One, visiting a huge dead tree with multiple trunks. The bark rotting off of it.

Second, the word “Leviathan”. I don’t know who spoke it or why. It’s a bit disconcerting, but more curious. I don’t fear Christian concepts of devils and demons anymore. In fact, I find one man’s demon is another man’s angel. I still wonder why he mattered so much to remember his name so distinctly. I am fearful of Cthulhu, whom I believe to be a form of Leviathan.

Dream Journal

09/25-09/26

I dreamt I was the main character from my novel. A wizard who works as a spy for the US government. In the dream I went to futuristic version on New Orleans during Mardi Gras. The city sky-line was Bladerunner-esqu with shifting neon, huge arcropolis buildings, and glaring video screens. I met up with a local man and he gave me a brief tour.

We were given new iPhones, special ones that were encrypted for security. We then explored one of the huge condominium buildings, looking for our suspect. We found him, and he invited us to a dinner party, extremely decedent and somewhat obnoxious in it’s excesses.

I’m not sure how I feel about brand names showing up in my dreams. I admit I enjoy my iPhone greatly, and consider it one of my main magickal tools. I’m old enough to appreciate having a computer in my pocket. On the other hand, I have no love of the company or the brand, its simply the device that works best for me.

Dream Journal

09/24-09/25

I’m not going into details about my dream last night at the details are damn strange. If you really want to know, message me on tumblr. One thing I will say is that my dreams lack visual clarity. I seldom remember picture in sharp detail. I do, however, seem to know everyone I meet, even if I do not know them in life. Every person and event comes populated with a back story, already loaded and known to my subconscious. I wonder if this is a by product of my belief that I am a decent writer, but a lousy graphic artist?