Azazel

I had a dream last night,
frolicking about in evolving stages
until I was escorted down the aisle
by the devil to be married to his daughter,
which turned out to be a ruse for some
sentencing in hell...
they said, 'you are sentenced to a life of depression.'
but being smug as I usually am,
I saw they were being sarcastic
and laughed...
and then one of the judges said,
"...until you join a DC Band."
Well, the depression part's already over with,
where's that DC Band?

Pummeled

I was going about something that looked like a private university, going from campus buildings back and forth... apparently on a predetermined schedule that I intuitively knew... there where cohorts from the past that appeared in various places... one was interested to note that a certain highschool comrade was a professor in a class at some location, although in real life he is a motocross dirtbike person.

The end of the dream was the most profound, I ended up knowing I was late for a vital class, and as I walked by a certain familiar face he said, 'are you going to plead guilty?' and I smiled and answered, 'yes'.

I entered the classroom in the nick of time just before it was automatically locked behind me. To my surprise the place was full of LA-looking gangsters speaking eubonics at me and looking very angry.
I knew I was supposed to be in this class but I knew I wasn't welcome, I looked at the teacher who just sighed and looked at the floor...
Then I said, fine, if you must kill me, then do it... and the whole class rose and proceeded to beat me to death. My dreams are normally very lucid and it was very painful. The speed of their blows was incredible. I grabbed one of them and said, 'you are guilty of murder'... then I heard an ethereal voice and a chorus behind it say, 'in war there is no murder' and then I was transported from the place and it seemed as if I were dead and going on to some sort of next existence... and then I woke up... and very dissappointed to find it wasn't real.

I no longer Dream, I Live

Mu(son)ic Vibration

Music is-si cisuM
Everything is-si gnihtyrevE
IS is-si SI

Song/Poetry is the Music of Sound-Voice of Mass-Sonic-Mass Divide/Recycle
Dance/Movement is the Music of Touch-Voice of Mass-Sonic-Mass Divide/Recycle
Time/Pain/Fear/Love is the Music of Re'Death/Re'Birth-Voice of Mass-Sonic-Mass Divide/Recycle

I am A LIVE ME... I am; always coming... never always going... never always going... always going...

Waking Up

I was already having a rather nonsensical cryptic dream, and then I suddenly felt a rushing sensation in my head, and a feeling of deep wakefulness, then opening my eyes...
Then literally waking up in a chair (reminiscent of a dentist's chair) to a room with a few individuals in it... It was a very peaceful and aesthetically pleasing... someone with olive skin approached and said, "He's regaining consciousness"... I was very confused; trying to catch my bearing, noticing every sensation was magnified, I could almost smell the room... remembering questions directed at me like, "How do you feel?" etc... but was not registering them... I was desperately trying to activate myself, and move... and then I felt myself slipping, back into the previous dream... I said something towards the doctor like, "I'm losing it..." I felt very sad at that moment, realizing I had just got there and already was departing... And he became alarmed and turned to some console nearby and said loudly, "He's drifting back into comatose..." Some of his colleagues sprang into action to other various consoles I could not clearly make out... there was not a deep feeling of worry in their voices, however, perhaps instead disappointment that they had failed to keep me awake.
A female figure, perhaps a care-giver, with glasses... tried to focus my attention and showed me a children's catalogue with LEGOS models in it... the designs however were very advanced looking, nothing like I'd seen before... and she said, "Here, look at this, you always liked these." ... I then felt heaviness lower my eyelids and fill my mind... and then was back to a nonsensical dream... and then after that... waking to consciousness... full of a contemplative confusion...

Abstract

My dreams are out of control now... always a heavy and deeply lucid experience every night...
Mostly it is seemingly distractions... and then, in certain points that I have trouble remembering, the weirdness will stop... and characters will suddenly back off from their ridiculousness and pull back and we'll have serious discussions... I wish I could remember the things said in these... one creepy time, I remember, they were speaking of how I was going to die relatively soon... and I was also speaking about it, as if I was also fully aware of it as well. This coming May is supposed to be a significant time for me as well... not really sure what that will entail... I'm not really expecting anything...

I saw the most beautiful place in a dream about a week ago... It was Earth in a way no region on the planet can even compare too...

Trip down the Infini-River

Once again I had multiple deeply lucid and real-seeming dreams last night...
I can't remember much of them though, unfortunately...

I remember however, one of the more interesting parts...
Within the dream I was in my bed, feeling very tired, and the bed was floating on a river...
By means of mysterious Dream Intuition, I knew that someone was guiding the trip, and I could hear their voice intermittently;
at certain points in the river, when apparently it was not time for me to move on... the bed with me in it would float into these M.C. Escher-like loops off to the side... where the river would flow in impossible circles... it was very interesting...
In some of the deeper and rougher waters the bed would occasionally dip deep into the water... it wasn't cold water, and I could feel the force of it... once or twice it almost swept my blankets away which I had to grab, before they were lost, and drag them back onto the bed after it bobbed back to the surface...

Amusing because I until now had never dreamed as being on my bed as a vehicle... which appears in some fantasy cartoon movies...

Labryinth of the Onion Monster

I failed to give mention of one of my disturbing lucid dreams the other night... in fact I fail to give mention of them because they are so real that I feel I must keep quiet about them...

Anyhoo... this one was rather interesting... apparently, from the little I can now remember, I had committed some 'crime' of some sort and was being led to my 'sentence'... I was making a lot of comments on the line of, "Oh really, what have I done wrong? This is a dream, you know..." but unfortunately these captors had more 'dream force power' as I like to call it... because I could not, (as I usually do) use my willpower to cut holes in the walls or pass through them to escape...
Anyway, I was placed into a 'labyrinth' and was told there was an 'Onion Monster' that I would have to defeat or be killed by... I scoffed at this, "Pfft... Onion monster... you dream people are so creative!"
Again, moving on... this is where it gets interesting... I arrived at this 'labyrinth', and it was just this empty high-school gymnasium... after a little alone time, people started coming out of doors on the north wall... totally out of their wits and blabbing about how they were so sorry etc... one girl was crying and furiously writing things on a paper... I asked her if she was talking about God or something... and then I realized these people were coming out of the labyrinth through those doors... and so I went in...
It was a disturbing confusing place... a surreal maze of small stake center hallways... men's bathrooms and high-school/stake-center gymnasiums... it was very creepy... as there were people madly rushing around this place, many of whom were dopplegangers of Mr. Pepper, my high-school chemistry teacher... I often hid from sight from a few of them who had a certain violence in their eyes...
each hallway had a pull-open latchless door to a men's bathroom (complete with sign on the front) and a door to a gymnasium on the right... the men's bathrooms had a locker area in them, and a door to a gymnasium... and then the gymnasiums had a door or opening to a hallway... each one was unique and like no other...
Apparently many people shared my fateful punishment... and had learned to live a half-life within this labyrinth, avoiding the 'Onion Monster', and then I surprised myself with my determination... I confronted many of them and demanded to know where the Onion Monster was... I was not going to frolick about like they... I would either die fighting this thing or emerge victorious... they were surprised at my willingness to fight it, and tried to persuade me otherwise, telling me it was too powerful...
I had no fear of course, I've suffered so much in my dreams before that I was not worried for any grief this thing was going to cause me...
At some point I felt I should have a weapon, and picked up an empty plastic paper binder from a pile of them, I think mine was black... I decided a metal folding chair would be better as soon as I found one that wasn't being used...
The dream came to a close as I was walking from a gymnasium where some older people in church clothes were closing a meeting... and were heading towards the same hallway I was moving through... suddenly my legs locked up and I had to somehow crawl to move... I made a comment how annoying it was that sometimes in dreams my body reverted to the paralyzed state of myself wherever I was sleeping... and then somebody kicked me in the shins...
I turned suddenly with a Doom Judge conviction and pointed and shouted, "Who did that!?"...
Those behind me stepped back in fear and pointed to an old woman with a evil grin on her face... I became very angry and pointed at her and said, "Curse You!" with this odd echoing growling deep voice... sounding like a monster myself... a voice with many voices...
She acted as if she'd been shot in the head and then melted from sight...
I got up then, free to move... and then asked people again where the Onion Monster was...
then suddenly I got the feeling that the old woman might have been the Onion Monster in disguise... and that perhaps all the people in this place had been 'layers' of it...
and then I asked somebody, as a new idea came to my mind, as I thought about the church architecture around the place... "is this some sort of ploy by my subconscious to scare me into believing in God again? - Hahahaha... it isn't going to work! It's just too ridiculous!" and then some lady shouted angrily at this and I woke up...

I was saying, "Stupid stupid dream..." and then I came back to the 'real world'.
I think I've offended my id somehow in the past... well tough! It's just going to have to learn to adapt.

We're All Living in America

It's Wunderbar...
Coka Cola, Wundra Bra
Sometimes warm...

I'm lately having this recurring dream; where I was palsy-rocking on the floor of my grandmother's basement...

I've seen that place one sees through the eyes when that happens.
There is music that plays that cannot be described... and it takes over all of your senses...
There is no need to ever go back.

Here are some images;

Empty plastic wrapper of 'Smarties' tart candy, behind the seat in that greasy place full of crumbs, in generic fast-food place.

Right-cheek squooshed on the edge of the door and forehead pressed flat to the window of the passenger side... the rain falls, and the lights go by in white, orange, and red streaks.

That door always locked at the bottom of public staircases... that has that feeling of dark unknown lurking behind it... unaccessible.

Helper

I had a dream where
this person was latched
onto my back
and I was in this room
with all these different
people and I asked
if someone would help
me but one said
"Oh, we don't know what
you're talking about...
We don't help each other
around here..."
and they were talking
to each other in groups,
and they weren't even
having serious conversation,
or even listening to each
other, they were just
saying whatever came to their minds
and would pause
for shorter and longer intervals.

A Snake in the Grass

I woke up just moments ago as I write this first sentence. It's H03:15:59, as I glance up at the clock display on Ubuntu. (My OS) I just had a dream that left me deeply mystified; which, after a year of deeply lucid dreaming, is saying something.

There was a dream already going on, and I don't remember it until this point;
Apparently, I was sitting in the apartment of a friend I knew in high school; I know his name, and we'll just say his last name is Petersen; and I haven't seen this person or talked to them in, oh, maybe 5 years... maybe less... not quite sure. He was sitting in front of a Macintosh, doing something that looked like schoolwork; and I was just kind of talking to him from a chair behind him.
Apparently, he was a student at a college, and I was visiting... and I asked him,'So, what's new happening around here?'
and he said, looking shocked, 'Haven't you heard about the murders?'
and I gave a sheepish smile and said, 'No... I've been sorta on my own for quite some time.'

The scene transitioned here, astonishingly purposefully... like in a movie;
I exited a vehicle; I was out somewhere that looked very much like Africa; the climate was warm and the plants and trees looked so to suit... and then I approached a scene... where a young African man about my age was standing, viewing two corpses laying on top of each other on the ground. There was no blood. There was a grown man, laying face down in the warm sand; slightly on top of his lower legs, a child lay, also face down... and on top of them both; a snake, lay dead, with it's belly to the noonday sun. I felt very sad as I gazed down at them.

I asked the young man, "What happened here?"
and he replied, "Someone finally understood the poem...

One Dead
First Day
Two Dead
A day past
Three Dead
Third Day
A snake, in the grass"

He said it with a purposeful rhythm, and it sounded very much, now that I think of it, like a riddle.
I then opened the right rear door of the vehicle, and sat down in the seat there... I noticed there was a rather nervous looking Chow Chow, (a Chinese dog breed), who I pet a bit, to try and comfort, (apparently he was waiting for his master...)
The outside scene transitioned here, and I did not notice it very much, as the immediate surroundings stayed exactly the same, as the bodies and the young African man stayed in their same spot, even the tropical bush that was nearby...but then I was sitting in the parked vehicle, facing East, (still a summer feeling, at noonday) in a sandy parking lot of a restaurant in my hometown... (It's called the Rocking V, but that didn't cross my mind...) It was just more of a large sandy shoulder, the restaurant was a ways to the left, which is part of a small boardwalk that faces North.
I rolled down the window of the car, which I recognized as my family's dark green Suburu, only seeing the black interior. I pensively gazed at the tragic scene to my right (South), as did the young African man... I became very lucid at this point in a sense, and realized this was one of the most poetic dreams I've ever had;
I then turned to the young man, and said,
'It's horribly beautiful.' and he said something like,
'I agree, a perfect rendition of that dark poem.'
We pondered a bit, both mystified at the scene before us... and I said to him,
'You know... all this... it feels like this is quietly full of virulent memetics.' (but my meaning behind virulent, merely meant infective, without any negative aspects that usually come with the word.)
'Virulent Memetics?' He asked... and then as I began explaining he got in the drivers seat and I moved up to the passenger side; the dog behind us was whimpering a bit; (I guess neither one of us were his owners)
I spoke as the car was backing out and then driving to the North.
'Yeah,' I said, 'I guess what I mean is... the ideas behind this are very memetic, which means it has a quality of capability to trap and contain that quiet energy and emotion it evokes, and has a capability to reproduce it on an exponential scale...'
'Interesting,' He said. 'What do you mean.'
'Well, I guess I mean is it very subtly evokes an emotion, that evokes emotion, upon emotion, upon emotion...'
'...upon emotion upon emotion...' he chorused with me.
'Yeah, that's it.' I said.
He chuckled, I laughed too... the idea was fun for the both of us.

I became less lucid at this point, I became less aware that it was a dream... yet my freedom of spirit was entirely intact.
I then looked where we were driving... and it was my hometown, yet it was vastly more surreal, chillingly beautiful, as if a great artist had repainted the whole place, in the way it always should have been...
He said, after we both had laughed... 'well, after explaining that to me, you and I both deserve some tea.' I smiled... (I think he understood that beside my wordy explanation, honestly, I really only get my more basic emotion upon emotion grasp of it.)
So we exited and entered a beautiful little cafe, -which does not exist in my hometown... and I grabbed a piece of paper, and we sat down to a table, waiting for tea...
and I asked him what his name was, he said, Phillip Loelier, and wrote it on the page... We both wanted to remain in contact with each other, so I suggested to exchange phone numbers, he agreed.... (and I saw a phone number appear on the page, with only ten digits, no area codes), so I felt like it wouldn't work very well for me... and so I said, 'Well, is it alright if you just gave me your email address? How's that?'
He seemed like he was alright with that...
I looked down at the paper, it showed his email address at a '@coesc.edu' I think, but then it faded as the page became magically full of written email addresses.
I asked him, [not really concerned about this for some reason, only mildly... (haha)]... 'What should I write down?'
'...just write down anything...' He said resignedly,
So I started copying an email address already written... which was very symbolically cryptic, in a mildly creepy way... I brushed it aside, and realized this was in no way his email address... and so I began looking around the restaurant, leaving him at the table... apparently looking for a paper with his email address on it, (the one I had seen before)...

and then I woke up.

O.o
.

Looked at my phone, it was 2:50 a.m. -feeling mystified.
I realized the poem was a riddle in a sense, and a rather clever one at that. I became very astonished at it, as nothing so very coherent has ever come from one of my dreams. Tried going back to sleep, and was afraid I'd forget this dream, as it felt more purposeful in its playing out than others... and so I got up, relieved myself, came downstairs, typed it up...
Tried googling the name... nothing comes up really.... googled 'coesc.edu'... nothing... googled the poem... no match...

Hmmm... as usual, when I try googling things from my dream... haha... but...
I have this eerie feeling I've heard this riddle/poem before...
and I'm disappointed I can't email my dream buddy, he seemed so cool.

2008.Wed.01.02|:02:50:00 ©c.t.carter -well I guess I better slap the ol' copyright on there, just to keep the riddle safe... I must admit, again sheepishly, that I don't feel like I truly can take credit for it, as it came from Phillip, yet he seemed to be quoting it from somewhere else... but legally I suppose it's a good idea, as it came from my subconscious...
again... I honestly don't feel like it was really me that came up with that mysterious and somewhat creepy little riddle.

Notes from a Dream

A list of some events in a dream I had... also some exact spelling of certain nonsensical words that I read somewhere in the dreamscape...

Chaos & Order Citadel Dream:
Kronocaz
Vernatrix

December Dream:
Morvan Xormain


'General' Dream (many scenarios):
*Neural Net
*Airforce General connected to Neural Net
-Connected to all forces on an intricate level, able to make simultaneous commands... extreme awareness of the battle.
-Used two Egyptian fighters as defense units: war took place over Egypt and it made sense to use them.
-While simultaneously commanding the troops I was also controlling a very advanced F-16 looking aircraft with robotic pilot.
-Fighting the United States, they had become corrupted, and were similar to Nazi Germany.
-We wore blue armbands
-I remember being inside the neural connecting machine.
Director of Theatrical Troupe
-Compelled to forcibly remove an insubordinate actor... later assassinated him with two high-tech air-fighters while he was flying away after a huge struggle to get him out of there ( I was pissed)
Zircomax - (a medicinal pill)
-This was named amongst other pills with an older girl I was sitting down at a psyche ward commune table, we were naming medicines that we were taking or had taken
-she commented that zyprexa was an anti schizo pyschotic
-(found shizotypic on the internet)
-interconnected with airforce dream, I was arranging sticky notes like aircraft fighters on our giant airbourne carrier. (which was an upside down pine table)
Saw Boise as an expansive seaside town
-Many boats
-Strange cruise-type boat for retired persons
-Ferry dock, with garage and a few parked cars
Was in Iron Mountain, and some sort of logger with a family, not a particularly smart man.