"the fall"

I had this dream a few nights ago, but I forgot about it until I read a book that mentioned a bunch of concubines and ladies in waiting throwing themselves over a cliff to their deaths rather than survive and be tortured as prisoners of an opposing army.

there was a girl who was being chased. i don't remember much of the dream. all i know is that there was this one young man who was also after her. but she got to talking to him and he pitied her. he fell asleep guarding her (to return her later to wherever she had run away from) and she tried to use that as an opportunity to escape. she got as far as the room across the hallway, which was on the second storey. he followed. this room had a window that faced outside. what used to be an awning that stretched under the window had fallen away, so that only the post holding the awning  up remained, and a stretch of the awning (corrugated plastic) remained attached to the wall and the post, like a buttress. above what remained of the awning was a clothesline. she was looking outside the window, judging what her chances were of climbing onto the buttress-awning and going across the clothesline. but  before she could, she turned around to see the young man approaching her. he was saying something like, please, just come with me, if you turn yourself willingly...(you might be let off with a lighter punishment), but as she turned around, she backed into the wall, out of the window, and fell. she fell head first onto the cobble stone pavement below. splat. men in white suits rushed to where she landed, pool of blood where her head was, torso and legs as perfect as they were when animated. he looked down, horrified, as the men in white suits looked up. he could hear footsteps in the hallway/corridor behind him, trying to find which room it was.

"karaoke and call boys"

Second transcribed dream. Shorter this time. The "*blip*" will sometimes mean a gap in the dream that passed like one second to the next, or a gap in my memory of it. In this case, it's the former.

"karaoke and call boys"

my real-life friend had rented out a karaoke place and she set me up in the room, really shady. she had to go somewhere so i was left behind and the matron and patron of the place were getting suspicious of me so i called my friend to make sure she was on the way and she said she was coming. in the meantime, to try and get as much money out of me, the matron send in 3 call boys to try to sleep with me for money. i said no to all of them because none of them really seemed like they really wanted to (they seemed so indifferent, apathetic) and i hadn't shaved in a while so i was embarrassed. i looked out the window into the courtyard and there were dozens of call boys practicing/role playing in preparation for their customers. i asked the boys if they knew all the ones down there they said yes. 

*blip*

when we returned, like i had guessed, the matron and patron and the rooms were emptied of things that were easy to carry (they had gone bankrupt and had disappeared) and left it behind as an empty apartment for us with some things in it that we could use. the only problem was that they took some of our things to pawn, nothing that couldn't be replaced again, luckily.

first post of a transcribed dream, "the museum"

This is the first of many transcribed dreams. It's not a recent one. Below is an editted version of the original to try to make more sense of it to those reading it, but even I don't know 100% what I meant when I first wrote it, so some parts of it will just be hard to imagine. Anyways, enjoy!

"the museum"

inside a GIANT dome. massive. a rotunda? a sphere? (but there is flat ground, we're standing on it) the inner walls are filled with little drawers the size of matchboxes. In the center is a statue, but it's concealed within a globe that shifts and moves and is brown (floating? above a pool of black liquid that reflects like a black mirror). the statue is metal. there are miniature figures. miniature people. a little bigger than the matchbox drawers, big enough to stand on them. they all look up from the ground level (i'm looking up with them). at the very center at the top of the dome is a window (more like a round opening. inside the dome is so so dark, we all look like shadows). it shows the changing sun as it rises and sets, quickly. its movements look like flipping back and forth between one page in a book, flipped over and back. we all look up. that window is our escape. some have already started to draw out the drawers and climb up, making spiral staircases. we're all afraid of falling, it's so high up. we climb. looking down you see many small people climbing. we're barely clothed. we're like the first peoples of the earth, without language, without culture. two reach the top first. there's a ledge under the window. the second one hesitates and waits on the ledge, watching the first as he draws the nearest drawer under the window of the sun. as he reaches out for it and tries to open it, the second looks around him, and sees that the ledge he stands on is actually a window that encircles the topmost part of the dome (it's more like the very tip of the dome was sliced off, and then propped up over the opening, kind of like if you have a fire or bellows indoors, you need the smoke to escape from the highest part, but you don't want rain to get in if it rains, so there's an opening, but it's also covered. the ledge is the edge of the opening), and no one else realizes because from the bottom you can't see it, and at the top the other is only worried about the "window" at the peak of the dome. the second realizes that the ledge he stands on is the ledge that is in a circle (the edge of the opening, the gap between the dome and the cover of the opening), and behind him, is the setting sun. that sun is the sun that had been reflected, somehow, maybe on the ledge itself, maybe it is reflective, and the sun on the "window" at the peak is actually a reflection of the sun on the window ledge showing on a mirror (on the flat surface of the part that covers the opening), and that a caterpiller is flipping the pages back and forth, creating duplicates. so the second decides that this is how he will get out (by going through the gap), forget about the "window" at the peak. he tries to get out though the gap, but it is a dome, and the moment he steps off the ledge he slides down and is lost. the first is more cautious. once he realizes that the "window" is actually a mirror and the real opening is what the second had disappeared through, he takes the caterpiller and goes to the ledge (the caterpiller will help to repopulate the earth, it will create duplicates of the people and help them repopulate the earth, since they don't know how to themselves yet and since the caterpiller can make doubles of people, double men and women (or a double for a woman would be a man and for a man a woman, or something of that sort); outside the window, outside the dome, is nothing but dunes of sand and the sun and sky). leading the rest of the little people, he cautions them from sliding down, and somehow they get out.

This is a crappy rough sketch (not at all proportionate to the size of the thing in the dream) of what I meant by the "window" at the top of the dome. Imagine the dome 100x bigger, and the opening reeeeeeally small, and no visible supports as I drew in the image.

drawn on HTC with SketchBook Mobile Express and a cheap-ass stylus from Chapters. I'll do quick drawings on my phone until I muster up the will to spend time actually drawing something by hand and scanning and uploading it (unless I've already got a drawn rendition of it somewhere on paper that just needs to be scaned)

hello, world. welcome to my dreams

First post. What to write. Do I make you dive right into a dream, or should I give you context?

I think context is good.

I'll start posting my dreams soon. I need to translate them a bit so that they're understandable outside my mind's references to a complete stranger.

And I only say that this blog may have adult content because some of my dreams are not pretty. I'm going to try to be as unfiltered as possible, which means some pretty weird, WEIRD, stuff.

Well. Hope y'all enjoy yourselves, now.

(PS: typically, I don't capitalize when I type. But after years of school, and I've just recently handed in the last paper for my summer course, I've gotten a bit too used to writing "properly". I guess I'll just make the distinction that "properly" written text is my fully conscious, awake self. The rest, written without capitals and whatnot, will be dreamstuff)