I drive up to a parking lot that looked similar to an airport lot, full of electronic signs and free spot indicators. I found a spot and walked to a long line of people. I was with a woman who I don’t know in reality waiting for tickets from a row of machines that would allow us legal passage into certain national parks we wanted to visit.

The line was long and the number if tickets was limited, so some people were trying to trick their way farther up in line. I decided this was unacceptable so when I got up to the machine the woman got our tickets while I held the crowd at bay by acting completely insane and spitting half chewed food in them. I was particularly annoyed with one man and told him I was going to stalk him after we got our tickets.

Having printed the tickets we checked a table full of travel goods. The woman I was with was extremely sullen and pawed through some medicine on the table. She consulted me and then chose a small vial of that seemed to be some kind of illegal drug in pill form. No one was working at the table so we left a Sacajawea dollar coin and walked off.

I was waiting at a stop light to make a right turn onto a street that exists in reality in my car. In front of me was a man on a motorcycle dressed in extreme goth clothing with blue neon on his bike. Across the street was a man on a bicycle. When the light turned green both men went at once, and I noticed the bicycle was actually a double decker bike.

When we all turned onto the street it was much steeper than I expected, and covered in patches of ice. Both of the other drivers were ahead of me having problems when another man on a green snowboard came speeding up from behind, careening across the ice. He lost control and wiped all three of them out completely.

Up ahead of the crash I saw all the trees lining the street had fallen on the road knocking all the power lines on to the street. I got out of my car and climbed through the trees to avoid the tangle of live wires on the road. Eventually I had to carefully walk across some yards, tiptoeing through the sparking wires. The residents of one house were spraying water out of hoses through their windows to try and push the wires off their lawn with water pressure, which made it tricky for me to navigate.

I traveled to Boston with a couple that I seemed to be friends with (though they do not exist in reality) to see a concert. We rode a bus into the city through some extremely tight winding streets. The driver dropped us off on a random block far from the concert venue.

When we got out of the bus the man and woman I was traveling with started to fight about which way to go. We wandered around until it started to get dark, but made no progress. Eventually the man decided to enter a building that turned out to be a house.

Inside the house we spoke with an Irish couple who gave us accurate directions. They also told us to stay away from the south side of the concert venue. I realized at that point I didn’t have a place to sleep that night. My companions seemed to be angling for a room in this family’s house but I dragged them out because I didn’t want to impose. While we were talking the family’s two small kids ran out the front door but were caught by their mother.

After we left we found a set of stairs we hadn’t seen before and walked down. On a landing in the stairwell we met a group of three women who we seemed to know and were antagonistic. They gave me some strange business cards and told us they were working with “that man” which seemed to be a threat, though I didn’t understand the implication in the dream.

I was waiting to get into a friend’s apartment. The building looked similar stylistically to the building this person actually lives in, but it had a slightly different shape. My girlfriend and I were supposed to visit my friend and his wife, but everyone was running late except me. I waited outside for what seemed like a long time. The lobby of the building was locked, so I walked around the corner to a set of elevators on the outside of the building. I went up to what seemed to be the rental office of the building and tried to walk through to the residential lobby. I realized this was a dead end and I was just wandering through people’s offices as they worked. I asked if there was a cut through to the apartments and the receptionist told me that would be silly and not secure.

I sent my friend a text message and he assured me he was on his way. At this point I somehow knew his wife had used a kind of meditation to change her shape to a small piece of food that was floating in a bowl outside of the residential lobby. I thought this was odd and tried to wake her up, but I didn’t know how to communicate with her in that state. My girlfriend called me and sounded upset because of the delay. I walked across the street and up some steep stairs to a restaurant she was waiting at.

The restaurant looked like a wooden Japanese historic building from the outside. Inside it was very dark. My girlfriend was sitting at the bar and was visibly irritated with me. I was surprised to see her not wearing her glasses. She told me she was very tired and had been waiting for me for a long time. I decided to take her home and when we walked outside it was raining steadily.

I was invited by my girlfriend to skip out on work and spend the day at an apartment with her. The apartment wasn’t hers, so we had to break it. It apparently belonged to her boss who was either Barak Obama or a look-alike. He wasn’t in his current role as president, but rather as a manager wherever my girlfriend was working. We stayed in his apartment for a while, which had thick blue carpet in every room. I went into a bathroom located in the back of a large walk in closet and on the way out I noticed a patch of ceramic tiles on the wall that seemed to be used as some form of communication. We left that night and returned the next day. The ceramic tiles suggested that the apartment owner knew we had been there, so we spent the day wiping fingerprints off things and generally erasing our presence.

After we left we walked to a night club with a huge line waiting to get in the front door. Johnny Depp was there with his siblings and was happy to see us. He was obviously very drunk, which his brother was embarrassed about. Instead of waiting to get into the club we all sat down at a picnic table just outside the door and talked with each other.

To celebrate a coworker being released from jail (which looked like a mall) we went to meet her as she was released and go back to a party. I rode her motorcycle back ahead of the group. It had rained so the roads were wet but I didn’t have much trouble. On the road I saw a pickup truck with some kids riding in the flat bed. The older kid was wearing a coonskin cap. He reached over and shot one of the younger kids, then stood up in the bed holding another like a hostage. I sped past them before anything else happened.

Back at the party all the food was taxidermy animals that I didn’t think we’re edible. A rat king, a multi-headed white snake, a large blue rodent and other anomalies. When everyone else arrived I tried to slip out without eating anything.

There was some kind of virus circulating that transformed things when a carrier touched them. The changes seemed totally arbitrary, computer screens were turned into miniature dragons and small animals became lurching slime coated skeletons. These creatures changed other objects they touched but seemed to have no control over what they would change into.

I remember being very concerned about being infected but later in the dream I had the ability to change things without having been transformed myself. I demonstrated this for some high school friends.

~

I woke up with my girlfriend in my bedroom and we got dressed to go out. She was wearing a white boy scout uniform shirt covered with medals. I asked her how she found it with so much decoration and she explained the meaning of each medal.

We met my family at Target and waded through the crowded aisles until we found the line for a concert that was being held in the building. When we sat down in a room that looked similar to an elementary school auditorium I noticed we had changed clothes and my girlfriend was wearing a blue evening gown.

I was walking on the street at night when three people passed me carrying gas in various containers, a clean-cut man, a scruffy man and a woman. I asked what they were doing and they told me they were going to burn down their business partner’s house for cutting them out of a deal he secretly made.

The next morning I was driving through a neighborhood during the day when I heard police sirens. At an intersection ahead of me a Volkswagen slid around the corner and started to speed down the road towards me. Since there was some traffic in both lanes going slowly the speeding car got into my lane and was coming straight at me. I put my car in reverse and sped away, swinging quickly into a driveway to avoid the VW. The other car slid into the same driveway and came to a stop with our cars facing nose to nose. I could see a man wearing a hat and a featureless white mask with long brown hair was driving. Although I couldn’t see his eyes because of the mask I could tell he was staring at me, as if he had stopped running from the police and started chasing me. I quickly maneuvered my car and slammed into the side of his, sending it tumbling down the driveway. I got out of my car and had to duck behind a hill because the driver was now out of his car shooting at me. I suddenly had a gun and shot the driver, killing him.

The police finally arrived, but when the female officer got out of her car she started to shoot at me too. I had an overwhelming feeling that she was not an actual police officer, but was just wearing the uniform. She got closer to the hill I was hiding behind and I jumped down on her, stabbing her in the shoulder. The three people from the earlier scene appeared, again carrying gas but this time in stranger containers like flower vases and large cups. They calmly strolled up to the house and recognized me from before. I was exasperated from all the sudden violence but they didn’t seem to care and continued up to the house. I followed them as they told me they were once again burning their business partner’s house. The speeding driver was their partner and they thanked me for removing him from the business. I asked why they were burning his house again but they could only tell me it was “just what they do.” Their calm demeanor was annoying me, and I told them if they had set up the earlier violence they would regret it.

Suddenly we were on a school bus being driven by the clean cut man. I agreed to go off with them because I was going to need to hide out after what happened earlier. I reminded them that they should not try to double cross me like they did to their partner and the scruffy man told me he didn’t think I could get to all of them. I reminded him I had just killed several people earlier that day. At this point I could see my own face as if I were watching a movie. The right side of my face was cleanly shaved but the left had a full beard.

I was living in an apartment where everything was made of stainless steel. The windows were all small and positioned high up on the wall as you would expect in a basement apartment. There were piles of random clothes and debris in the apartment, so navigating was somewhat complex. I saw something on TV that said a tidal wave was coming into town, and that everyone should evacuate. The apartment started to fill with water and I was suddenly concerned for a dog. I’m not sure if it was my dog or a neighbor’s, but I felt like I had to take it to another room with higher ground.

I left my apartment to find my girlfriend. Everything in the town was situated on one road with tall buildings on either side. This means the wave was going to start at the “top” of the town and travel straight down washing everything away. I found my girlfriend and we waded to the entrance of the town. There was already water chest deep and a group of people waiting for the wave. The idea was if we stood up before the wave broke we could pass over it without it crashing down on us, similar to wading out into the ocean past the breakers. There was a lot of debris floating in the water. Furniture, books, various pieces of junk. The wave came and we all bounced up and over it exactly as planned. We did this several more times to avoid some smaller aftershock waves.

I was walking down the street my parents live on after a snow storm. When I reached an intersection that in reality has two cul-de-sacs on either side, they had been replaced by small lakes. I was standing on a bridge, but the road ahead was blocked by a pile of snow several hundred feet high. It was night and there were some lights under the bridge, so I could see some parts of the structure just under the surface of the water.

Several other people gathered on the bridge wondering how to get around the snow pile. I considered climbing the pile, but it seemed unstable and I wasn’t sure if I could make it to the top. One man decided to walk in the parts of the bridge that were submerged. He wandered out onto a round section, but I had to yell to tell him that he was about to step off it into the water. He and I then walked on a thing section, and entered a stairway that lead down inside the bridge.

Inside the bridge was a multi-level structure reminiscent of an open factory floor. There were catwalks on each level that the man and I walked on. We took the elevator and ended up on the other side of the bridge. We also had several electronic devices that we must have taken from the various floors of the building, including a new TV and the next iPad called the “iPad Apex.”

I was visiting a small town known for its antique malls with my girlfriend. We had actually visited this town in reality a few weeks prior to the dream. The shops in the actual town line a very steep street along with other old buildings. In the dream they were set on a sloping hill, with green mounds of grass spaced between the buildings. I was walking into the main antique mall when my girlfriend decided to check a different building. I wandered around the crowded stalls of junk when I found something I had heard about on a podcast I listen to. I remembered I had the phone number of one of the podcast hosts in my phone, so I decided to call him and let him know what I found. Unfortunately I couldn’t manage to do anything with my phone because as is usual in my dreams I couldn’t consistently read anything.

I walked out of the building and back down the street when I noticed something on top of the grassy hill. It was a gigantic alligator, but one with a very short snout. It was rolling around on its back when it noticed me. Unlike a normal alligator with short stumpy legs this one had a more cat-like athletic body. It noticed me and ran down the hill to attack me. I managed to grab its snout and hold its mouth open, then stab it through the bottom jaw with a large metal spike on the end of my knee.

I was participating in an activity in my office called “Deck the Halls” that in reality is about decorating for Christmas. In this case we were posting different kinds of art on the walls and exterior of a building that is not our office in reality. I talked with my boss’s boss who was riding a recumbent bicycle style scooter. He was wearing a metal frame that only covered the front of his forehead as a helmet, which I found strange. Another coworker came out and added several layers onto this helmet to create a robotic skull face with a green hood over it. When the wearer spoke the robotic mouth would move. Another metal mask was placed over that, which looked very similar to the Marvel Comics character Dr. Doom.

I browsed some of the other hallways and found myself looking at a very complex comic sketch. Every time I looked at it the art changed, so I spent an extended time just watching the revisions.

~

I was climbing a mountain by walking up a small path. I passed a wooden hut with a thatched roof and an old monk poked his head out of the door. He asked me to come inside and told me that it was arranged for me to stay in the hut. He said staying would bring me a higher level of understanding about many things. He showed me a small bamboo mat that I would sleep on and said I would not eat or drink anything for my three day stay. He said in order to survive this I would need to spend all my waking moments meditating to lower my body’s need for nourishment.

Originally dreamed on October 3, 2007

Transformers
- cat + bird
- car + plane

|-colonial town
| birthday party at pizza joint
| Dexter’s Lab discussion
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|-> small trees twist together to form mature large trees

Originally dreamed on October 11, 2007

Mihoko a teacher in America last name Feigenbaum

Originally dreamed on October 16, 2007

Gun from Portal replaced by 2 giant worms that shoot portals.
Escape from govt. medical facility.

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I actually remember this portal dream as being mostly free fall between different locations, shooting portals onto things with giant Tremors style sand worms. The buildings I passed through were white with exposed pipes and beams that looked similar to a boiler room. I don’t remember escaping from that area, just passing through several rooms.

Homer: So have you seen the penis parade in this town?
Bart: No.
Homer: It’s getting hard to watch.

I was playing a game with someone. The game was played on a board similar to chess. Instead of the normal statue chess pieces the players controlled a set of cards. The cards had characters drawn on them and each served a specific purpose. The main rule of the game was if a player wanted to eliminate an opponent’s character there was a specific card that the attacker needed to consult with first. After telling this boss card about their plans the attacker could then carry out their kill. The characters all had specific movement patterns, so planning out a route that passed by the boss card was vital to winning.

I was walking down a stairway that looked similar to the one in my office. The walls are white, the stairs and handrails are gray. I saw a girl who looked like a combination of two girls in my office running down the stairs wrapped in a red cloth. The cloth covered her head and body like a large cape. She ran and jumped onto the handrail and started sliding down each of the floors extremely fast. I walked down the stairs after her, turning to the left and walking down every floor. On one of the floors the girl flew off the end of the rail and slammed onto the floor instead of the next rail. I assume she had built up too much speed to land safely. I picked her up and walked her down to the ground floor while remarking that she was even lighter than she looked.

I was driving to a mall to see a movie. The mall was set down lower than the highway I was driving on and I noticed there was a bar with a patio on the top level. I focused on it as I was driving and found myself standing on it instead of in my car. I walked through he bar back into the main part of the mall. The mall itself was actually inside the movie theater. A gigantic screen with multiple sides sat in the middle of a multistory room while people ate at restaurants, shopped at stores and had conversations in the dimly lit structure. The floors were staggered down like stairs instead of extending across the entire room since the screen in the center extended from floor to ceiling. I walked from area to area and met up with my girlfriend who had come to watch the movie with a group of friends. The decor of the building was similar to an older rich family home with velvet curtains and large portraits hung on small segments of wall that delineated some of the areas in the mall. There was a general buzz in the room since there were so many people and such high ceilings, but the movie was still easily seen and heard from any angle.

I was at my mother and father’s house when it started raining. The rain wasn’t water, but some kind of viscous red liquid that soaked through the house and started to stain everything. I remember staring at a blue blanket on a bed and watching the liquid blotches soak through and start passing through the floor. I realized my girlfriend was up at her house about 40 minutes away, so I would need to get her before the strange weather got to her area. I ran downstairs and looked out the back window of the house, which was similar to reality but slightly different. I saw a group of people in super sentai style costumes inspired by the robots in Neon Genesis Evangelion performing some skits on the back deck of the neighbor’s house.

I brought my girlfriend back to my parents house where we all waited until the weather passed. At some point she returned to her house and then sent me a text message that shew as going to a video game tournament called Battlefield Arcadia that was being held on 8th and I street in Washington, DC. I thought this was odd for multiple reasons, but I agreed to meet her there. The tournament was more of a social event than a tournament, there was only one small CRT TV set up and no one was paying any attention to it. Everyone had cocktail party attire on, including myself and my girlfriend. The women wore dresses with sequins for the most part.

The main party was in a room with long tables set up in the style of a large lecture hall with stadium seating placement. The room was lit with candelabras on the tables. A group of people were moving from table to table in a trick-or-treat style. They didn’t ask for anything, they just wanted to show off their costumes which were an ornate pirate style. The colors matched the room, mostly black white and gold. They wore small masks that covered their eyes. I was invited to play a party game where contestants were given birthday cake candles. We had to race down to the bottom of the room and place the candles in holders on a long table. Some of the holders were booby-trapped and would eject the candle with a spring. I chose two of the trapped holders before finding one that seemed to be powered by a hydraulic jack. I disconnected the jack and put the candle in successfully.

I was driving to work at a time that was either very late or very early in the morning, because the sun was completely down. I realized I was driving on a road that exists in reality, but would take me in the completely opposite direction of my office. Once I made this realization I rounded a bend and the road transformed from its normal 8 lane highway form into a small 2 lane road with dense trees on both sides. Unexpectedly a dead body fell from the trees into the grass on the side of my car.

I parked my car in the woods and walked back to investigate the body, and several other drivers had also stopped to see what the problem was. Cars were stopped on both sides of the road and in the median and a large group of people gathered in the street. As we were looking at the body a huge group of various jungle cats started to emerge from the woods. They didn’t seem aggressive, but if anyone tried to approach them they would react as a wild animal would be expected to react.

A man arrived later who apparnetly owned the cats. People in the crowd seemed to know him, but I had never seen him before. I was struck by the fact that he was easily three times larger than anyone else and his torso and shoulders were competely square, with his head set about 6 inches lower than his shoulder line. He was wearing a suit which seemed strange out in the woods. I tried to take a photo of him with my phone, but people in the crowd tried to discourage me because of the man’s personality and how frustrated he already was with the cat outbreak. This didn’t phase me, but my camera didn’t have the necessary zoom to take a photo from where I was standing.

I found myself totally naked at work. No one I had ever actually worked with was there, and the office wasn’t any that I had seen before. The building looked more like a large house than an office, with furniture that would be more suited to a living room. I managed to make it through most of the work day without anyone noticing that I didn’t have any clothes on, but right at the end of the day there was a large meeting to discuss the recent accomplishments of the company. There was a special guest who looked exactly like Jimmy McMillan (aka the “The Rent is Too Damn High” guy) was there to congratulate those who were most involved in the success. I was called up in front of everyone, which was rather uncomfortable. Everyone noticed at this point that I didn’t have anything on, so I walked strategically behind furniture so I didn’t completely expose myself and shook the man’s hand. He didn’t seem bothered, but the rest of the crowd started to give me some strange looks.

After the ceremony I decided I needed to shower and get dressed for the rest of the day. The bathroom looked like a hotel bathroom. While I was in the shower I noticed the water wasn’t draining properly. I began to pull what seemed like an infinite amount of long black hair from the drain. Although the clog seemed to never end I found it very satisfying to continuously pull the obstruction out.