No.1503
A few days ago, I was on a five day break and so I decided that for two of those days, I would go dreamscaping.
Dreamscaping is a word I made up where I indulge in setting up a series of lucid dreams. Does anyone here know what I am talking about, and/or participate in the act of Dreamscaping?
I first had a dream which starts off in a geographically-familiar location that is modified, as most of my dreams are. I started the dream in a tree out in the gravel parking lot across from Union Hill Elementary, where an old couple sells trailers they scrap together. However, there is a club-like bar out there instead, and behind it is the pasture where every year we release balloons in memory of an old, dear friend Laura Freeman. I don't remember why I was with the people I was with, except for one important thing. We all came to this spot in a blink. Presumably this thought was derived from the fact that the dream started right here, and had no previous events. We just blinked over here. The events in between are fuzzy, but I remember going into the club and through the back where on the left, there is a corridor, configured like a house that always seems to recur in my dreams. Always, the first door on the left would be a room that elicited exotic and sometimes abhorrent elements of my dream. And this time the door was open, and the lights were warm. My mother was sitting by a desk, telling me something. I dont know what, but for some reason it led me to walk into town, and on the path, there were people on the hillside shooting arrows through my feet and hands as I walked, feeling nothing. I came back in a buggy, and thats when I realized my brother Mike wasn't there, and he never was. In a frightened and worried state, I knew I had to blink back to that moment which I started the dream. So, I ate a slice of cheese that brought me back to the past, at that moment, with me sitting on the same branch I had started off at in my dream. I went through the process over and over again, and tried to change my actions, and every time I got shot I would look for that slice of cheese and start over.
Then, in another dream, I was at a concert to go see the misfits. For some reason, Blink 182 was opening for them, and all the kiddies went to go see them. I wanted to get into the crowd but the floor was too packed, so I took a giant snow shovel and started shoveling people out of the crowd. The shovel and I got bigger and the people got tinier and paler, until they turned into particles of snow in my backyard. I went sledding on thousands of tiny, live particles of human snow. I woke up for a brief minute and during that time my mom said something about taking everyone on a trip. I said fuck that and went back to sleep. In my dream, I was sledding on the people when I was called up into the van for a special field trip to Apple hill. That is a place in the rural foothills where people come every fall to enjoy apple pie. But this time, we took the van, and chained two mattresses behind it in a linear fashion. On the left was a steep hill and on the right was a canyon into a riverbed. My sister kept on driving on the hill, as if gravity's pull was shared between the hillside and the ground. Then we would drive off the hill when the road curved, and then make it across and down into the canyon, and back up to the road. It was really fun. I slept for 16 hours both the nights I tried dreamscaping.
