Dream 069-071: Future Problems

069: I was in my childhood bedroom. My cousin David was in there and a new bed. David was younger than me, and short. I told him I was stronger than him. He looked disgusted. We may have wrestled each other a little after that.

070: I was in a big futuristic city. I had to walk through some ugly rundown areas that took me past large open sewer entrances. A guy (worker?) told me there were "too many" rats in the sewer. The solution he had in mind was to put "more eels" in the water.

071: Joe, Steff, and Eric were in a room with some kind of Evangelist or cult leader. They were sitting on a black leather sofa. The man was behind a desk and his office was big square and clean. I walked in on all of them debating. I recall thinking "perfect timing." At one point he spilled out a bunch of little papers onto his desk... We all moved in to look at them and I jumped up onto the desk. No one reacted, but I got right down and felt stupid I had done it.

-February 11, 1998

Dream 026-027: World Command Center (Lucid #3), Nightclub Bust

026: (Lucid #3) I was in a control room, or the command center of the entire world. I could look down at it like a map from a video game. I could physically fly from place-to-place. Little orange dots marked the cities.

At some point the Borg (Star Trek's galactic villains) got involved. I would fly from place-to-place talking with people. I realized at one point, this is a dream! I looked around to see if people were still behaving as if it were real. And they were, so I went about the business of saving the world.

The lands and the sea looked like tropical islands. At one point I could see great quantities of pollution filling the air, rising in the atmosphere swishing and swirling into the perfect air.

I went to where my Dad was and family was gathering. I put on a silk shirt I felt like I had left at Grandma's house (at Christmas). I told my Dad that it was too much work to save the world from assimilation. And that I was just going to let it be taken over. My Dad wanted me to save it of course. I remember watching time lapse of water rushing into San Francisco, eroding away the layers of rock and land at its foundation.

Note: One of the most epic and memorable dreams of my life. I do not remember ever directly performing any deeds to "save the world." I don't remember fighting the Borg directly. I only remember flying around to "crisis zones" and talking with people there.

The most enterprising element to the dream was being able to seamlessly interact with the world map. I still remember the spectacular vistas while flying. Flight speed and control were perfect, easy, and extremely rapid.

I most likely flew away from encounters with the Borg. I vaguely recall seeing them set down on one of the smaller islands in the ocean. I landed on a nearby island to speak with a native there about it. I was absolutely thrilled by the sense of speed, scope, and casual power in this dream. It lasted at least 10-15 minutes.


027: I was at a dance or nightclub. I was hanging out with the Joe and this Hispanic thug dude. I was walking around the place, music playing that was maybe my alarm clock. Then the guy I was hanging out with said "Oh shit the cops are here!"

I looked around for them and saw them standing way off to one side.

I decided the best way for me to avoid getting involved was to go dance on the dance floor. So I went downstairs to the sunken dance floor or gym. The women were wearing white skirts with white stockings. The men were in black. I started to shuffle to go into a break dancing move(!) when the real life phone woke me up.

Note: This was borderline a dream seed. I kept inching closer towards the objective of "traveling back in time" to high school. Tropical islands were another dream seed location I had difficulty with.

-December 26, 1997

Dream 005-007: Dream Crime, No Touching, Dinosaurs

005: One of my dreams last night I vaguely remember standing in front of a jewelry store with other people I didn't know. I may have done something illegal to them. I remember sneaking home alone afterward, except I lived in this bizarre three-story (wooden) plank shack. I sneaked into my room but the landlord - an older lady about age 60 - freaked out and threatened, through the wall, to call the police. My room was a super mess, worse than in real life. I thought to myself "If she calls the police on me I'm going to get caught" -for whatever (illegal) I did earlier.

So I sneaked all around the building (and through the backyard) until I could hear her voice talking on the phone through the wall. I climbed or flew up to her window and insisted to her that everything was OK, and there was no need to call the police. It seemed to be nighttime in the dream.

Note: Throughout the time I was looking around my disaster area of an apartment, I could hear the land lady screaming at me through the walls. The walls were visibly vibrating. I could hear her voice laying in threats at me. I remember my stuff looked really old, like 1950's electronics junk. Dusty and possibly nonfunctional. From the outside, this bizarre rundown apartment was very similar to the house in Dream 016. In both dreams I ended up in a familiar backyard location that doesn't exist in real life.

This was a borderline nightmare.

006: I had two other dreams I remember. I was standing in my kitchen with Crissy(?), it seemed like we were an item. I touched her or tried to kiss her and she looked at me funny. I thought to myself, oh no I shouldn't have touched her. Maybe she just likes me as a friend? But (instead) I said something like "That's just the way it is."

007: I know there was more to my third dream, all I remember is running through the park at night. Joe may have been present. There were creatures in the park, which resembled Cherry Park, but it was dark and I couldn't see anything but grass and trees. I said to whomever I was with "If we run inside the tree canopy, the dinosaurs won't be able to get us."

-November 25, 1997