D R E A M S

I had three dreams this morning, but I doubt I'll remember all three of them.

The first was a bunch of secret-agentry.

In the second dream, I was with a friend from middle school and a friend from high school. They were never friends in waking life. My friend Dan, from high school, was in the driver's seat. Eric, from middle school, was in the back seat next to me. There was a fourth person in the front passenger seat. We were going to this party or a bar. We were looking for street parking. We thought we found parking in a lot. There were a bunch of other vehicles parked in this lot. A lot of the vehicles had large groups of kids in them. I vaguely remember that in some of them, people were having sex. It was strange because, for example, there was a van with maybe 8 or 10 people in it and there was one couple having sex and some of the other people were watching but some of the others were merely indifferent and looked at us as we drove past their vehicle.

In another part of the dream, I had left the bar/party and was walking home. In the dream, I was younger and lived again with my mother. Our house resembled nothing close to any place I've ever lived in waking life.

Later, we're back in the same car. We're driving somewhere on the east coast. I don't know where we're going, but we're actually driving along the cost. I get the sense that it's cold out. We are driving on this sort of dock. As I look around, I see the coset coming toward us on the horizon. I see to my left a seires of strange outcroppings coming from cliff walls. In the natural outcroppings, there are carvings resembling ancient symbols. The carvings are old, so foliage has begun growing out of them. The cliff walls are white like limestone. The plants, green. All of a sudden, as we drive, someone releases a huge white horse on a dock parallel to ours. The dock is also higher than ours. The horse runs for a bit along its dock, but runs out of length, jumps into the air, descends majestically and lands and continues running on a lower dock. Just as this happens, my dream self sort of shouts in awe, "This is aaawwwwsooooommme.". Shortly after, my phone rings.

Brian posted at 7:57 PM.

At first I was travelling with about 18 fighting monks. I knew they were all high masters of martial arts. I can only assume that I was similarly trained, but I never got in a situation where I needed to use my skills. We were travelling on a boat. At times this was a very small human-powered boat travelling on a winding jungle river. At other times, we were on an aircraft-carrier-sized vessel and we were moving very fast on an ocean surface. I don't know what our destination was. We did talk about the limits of the abilities of some of the monks and I remember particularly that a few of them had the ability to split huge pieces of matter using only their extended fingers by utilizing the weight of the material against itself somehow.

Suddenly, after we've arrived at our destination, I am no longer with the monks, but with a motley assortment of people of mixed genders. It had a Land of the Lost feel to it. I got the sense that I was in some post-apocalyptic world where there were remnants of a long-dead civilization all around, but, like in Planet of the Apes or something, it was soon clear that many many years had past since civilization had existed.

I remember walking along this outcropping of rocks with a chain link fence next to it. Amidst the rocks, many animals of different variety scurried in the crevices, in and out of shadows. One jumped onto my shoulder and I awoke.

Brian posted at 8:43 AM.

It started out with me as a woman, recounting the story as to why I hated this man. I was in a wheelchair. He was the reason, somehow. I must have been telling the story to some French people, because that's where I had ended up. As I told the story, I began reliving the experience.
I was on an airplane. I don't know what my true destination was. This man I'd been talking about somehow sabotaged the plane. While I was in the bathroom, a hole blew out beneath me. I got sucked out the hole and on the way, injured my ankle pretty badly. I fell through the sky. For some reason I tucked myself tight the way they tell you to in the navy - holding your nose, crossing your legs, covering your crotch.
"How did you survive the impact with the ground?" my French friend asked.
"How did I survive?"
Mentally, I saw myself crouched as I'd described when I began to vaguely feel hitting a canopy of trees. I remember experiencing a kind of impact with the ground and seeing that flash of light one experiences when one sneezes despite one's eyes being closed. I opened my eyes to see many people standing around me, whispering in French.
Later, I am working in this French firm. I don't know what my job is, but the male I was talking about earlier is also here. His foot, strangely, is also injured, though not as badly - he is not in a wheelchair.
In the subsequent moments, my dream consciousness is transferred from the woman to the man.
I start experiencing things from his p.o.v. I want desperately to prove that I hadn't meant to hurt the woman. Strangely, I also want to prove my worth to the French. I work hard at this place where we are. I don't know why both me and the woman have decided to work here, why we just didn't go home to America (I sense that we are indeed Americans).
Either way, most of the rest of the dream is lost to me. I'm surprised I remembered this much. All else I can say was that this dream was very cinematic and structured like a film. I got the sense of a somewhat cheesy Hollywood plot unravelling. I was awoken abruptly this morning, so who knows where it might have gone?

Brian posted at 8:00 AM.

This morning, for the first time, my recurrent secret dream environment was compromised. For a very long time now, I've had this house/apartment building/schoool where there were a number of secret passages that I could use to get around the building undetected. One of the secret passages is merely going through to a sub-basement and through to another door that's merely forgotten, not so secret. This morning, that sub-basement was populated by three kids in their late teens, I'd say. In this particular dream I was running from something/someone. It's unclear to me what/who it was. I was using the sub-basement route and encountered the three kids. I was flabbergasted. I had been sort of running through and they formed a loose line to block my path. I tried to do a little pick-and-roll maneuver, but they intercepted me just the same. I wasn't really afraid of them, just sort of surprised by their presence and also merely intent on getting away from whatever was chasing me. In any event, they let me go for some reason. I later went through there again and there were just two boys. This time, they sort of looked alarmed and we become conspiratorial. As though from whatever I'd been fleeing had become a common threat. We whispered something. I realized that I couldn't remember the way back to my apartment (like the hallway from House of Leaves, this space somehow seemed to be morphing. Anyway, I finally find my way up to a top floor and feel like I've found my apartment, but it turns out to be someone else's. After waking, I had the distinct impression that it may have been my friend Jeff's but it is unclear.

I feel like there is some relationship between this secret space that I've had for such a long time and my sense of youthfulness. I think the fact that it was compromised is somehow an indication that my subconscious self is losing sight of my youth, or something like that. I'd definitely felt like I'd lost something when there were those kids in my space.

Brian posted at 9:38 AM.

Once again, I'm a secret agent. This time with super powers. I live in this weird co-op with other super-powered secret agents. My dream self is female. I don't remember much about her except she had long brown hair with tight curls and sort of reminds me of what's-her-name from Sex in the City.
We are all in sort of a common area on the second floor. It feels very Eight is Enough. Like it's a family meeting, only, it's a mission briefing. I don't remember any details of the mission, either. Another agent and I have decided to do something antithetical to this organization and have developed a plan to steal something or something. All I remember is the plan requires me to create a diversion by having a seizure in the next room. As I'm preparing myself for my seizure, some details of the plan are missing, for some reason. We didn't plan a drop point or something like that and as I'm realizing this I'm hoping my partner will think to do the same thing I plan on doing, but either way, I'm gonna have this seizure, which, apparently, I feel is beyond my control after I commit to it.
So, I have this seizure and people come help me and assumably the thing is stolen. There is some confusion. People leave me where I am and I feel like something has gone wrong, so I go out the window. I start walking a big arc around the neighborhood.
By the way, my super power is perfect aim. I don't use this power in the whole dream, I just know I have it. It kind of becomes this thing that I grow to resent, because it seems pointless (at least in the scenario I'm in). The "thing" we're after are these sort of glove-like things that you wear on your hands and I think they make you stronger.
Anyway, I don't remember much else besides walking around the neighborhood (which resembles North Broadway in waking life, but combined with some suburban ideal as well, as there are several ice cream shacks, for some reason) and being suspicious of people around me.

Brian posted at 1:36 PM.

I'm a secret agent with John Travolta. Our mission requires us to air-drop down to the location we are to infiltrate. There's a third agent who's female. She drops using a bundle of multi-colored balloons. Mr. Travolta & I, however, use a huge netted bundle of white balloons. As we hop out of the cargo plane, I try to stay on top of the bundle of balloons, but somehow that doesn't happen. I remember wrapping the nylon cords around my wrists to secure myself to the balloons. I end up hanging with the balloons above me. I watch the earth coming up toward me and it's quite thrilling. I'm not scared at all. It does seem like we're moving a little too fast, but for some reason I'm still not too scared. As we hit the ground, somehow, from somewhere, these 4-wheel vehicles appear beneath us. They are ultra-fast and remind me a bit of the Tron cycles from that fantastic 80's movie of the same name.
Anyway, so we start driving around in these quadcycles in this city. It's daytime. After a bit of this, the dream changes completely.
I am in a grocery store with a bunch of friends from my waking life. We are shopping. Somehow, we've built a little club house inside the grocery store. It's well-built. We are simultaneously scrounging for useful items for our clubhouse while we are grocery shopping. Particularly, I remember looking over an area rug to put in a hallway-like area. It's black and it's shoddy, but the size is just right. I don't really remember much else except for shopping for random things. There is some general disagreement about what things to buy.
[Interestingly, this is not the first time I've dreamt of living quarters inside of a grocery store. Also, this is the second dream in the very recent past that I've had that featured a friend from my youth, Stephanie G. Don't know what that's about.]

Brian posted at 1:35 PM.

This was from quite a few days ago. All I remember was that I was at a wedding reception. Most of my friends were there.

There were two straight couples whom I don't recognize from waking life. These couples flirt with me shamelessly, especially the men. I remember them leaving the reception and getting in their final flirts.

I am staying behind at the reception. It looks like we are gearing up for a sleepover. People are passing around pages (specifically, for those who know her, Stephanie G. is there). We are going to play Dungeons & Dragons. Mike W. is going to DM. I'm kind of excited about playing D&D, but I have to go to the bar to get a drink. I get two giant Jack & Cokes and drink one right there so I get almost instantly drunk. When I get back to where the game is being played, I feel a little lost and that no on is willing to explain to me to catch me up.

That's all I remember.

Brian posted at 4:18 PM.