I’m dreaming like crazy still. Unfortunately, I think I have dream overload, because most mean nothing. I should have been writing them up as I went along, but didn’t want to interrupt the other things I wanted to talk about. Since these are long, I’ll just post them behind a cut.
So, starting a couple nights ago I had an interesting sequence of dreams. As always I only have snippets, but I think this is the right order.
I was in a hospital waiting to have some operation. I remember I kept eating and drinking a little, even though I wasn’t supposed to. I think this started because I watched an episode of Malcolm in the Middle where he is going to have his appendix removed unnecessarily.
So then I’m out walking around. It has the feel of a military area, lots of people in uniform and such. This next part may have come before or after the next paragraph, I’m not sure. Anyway, I head down this corridor. The colors change, and there are a group of men in front of me that are all blue-grey (more blue than grey). They’re clearly soldiers. First there are two guys, standing more casually, so I pass them. But then there is one man, standing very straight, with a row of men behind him, and he makes it very clear I’m not to continue this way, though he never speaks. So I turn around and walk back the way I came. It was odd.
So I walk around a bit. In some ways it’s like a mall, with stores and stuff. I end up outside, and people are calling formations. I want to join them, but I’m not part of the unit, so I’m just confused. I try to sneak away unnoticed, while trying to figure out where I belong. (pretty much the story of my life since leaving the Corps). So after some time I find my mother, and I’m quite annoyed because I missed something apparently. But I can’t remember what.
Then things change completely. I’m in a very large building. There is an entrance area with glass walls to separate it from the next room. The ceiling is probably 20 or 30 feet high, and much longer than it is wide. I see Melissa Etheridge, but with longer hair than now, and Tammy a bit farther away. Or maybe they were near each other, but then Tammy walks away as people talk to Melissa. I go up to talk to her too. At one point I get squeeze out and walk around to a different side. I stretch a little, and then see this look on her face. I realize that we’ve completely closed her in, and that’s not cool. So I walk away, to give her some space. I don’t think there was anything real interesting going on anyway. I go into the next area, where Tammy has two laptops setup. I say hello, that I read her blog, and saw them at the Austin show. She asks if she went on stage that day, something about austin being about relationships, and I say no, you didn’t. She mentioned wishing she had video of the shows, so I tell her about the woman who has the videos I have. Then I ask her if she, or Melissa, had heard of Ellis. Tammy pulls up her myspace page, but the songs I expect to see aren’t there. And even when Oak Tree starts to play, it doesn’t want to work right. So that was wierd. She lets me use her other laptop, and I try to find something that will work. But overall, the conversation was real natural and fun. I could feel that connection, which was nice. (though I know it’s all a dream)
The next night’s dreams
Again with the military. I remember having to look for my running shoes at one point, but I can’t find anything. I’m out of uniform and everything, but run out to formation. I’m wearing practically nothing, it’s odd. I’m put in charge of a small platoon, so I’m out front. Holloway is in charge of our whole little area. She calls out commands, but I can’t keep my balance. I literally can’t stand without taking extra steps to catch my balance. It’s really wierd. No matter how hard I try I can’t just stand at attention. But I don’t get in trouble, it’s just a wierd experience. We start marching, and then I think we start running, or maybe I have a time jump. But I know at some point I’m running. I guess I can’t remember much more.
another night
I’m in this crazy house, with my brother at first. In the living room the room bows out, like you’d expect to see on the command deck of most ships in star wars. We look outside, and the area is all hills. There are some people riding bikes I think and skateboarding though. It’s a bit odd. Very pretty though. I think I was there to work for the owner of the house. I remember that all the rooms were huge. And things were pretty normal until I went into this other room, not the main part of the house. It was like a museum with old things. I wish I could remember what. And eventually a woman comes, the wife perhaps, and things get wierd. In that museum type room there are a bunch of animals in cages behind glass, like at a pet store. I think things started shifting and changing, but I can’t remember. I just know it was very odd and action oriented. Actually action is a theme in many of these, though it’s never logical.
last night
I don’t know how this all started, but I was with a group and we’re in an area with high hills or low mountains, kind of like California when you’re not quite in the desert but not along the coast yet. For some reason we have to run away from something that’s going on, and we’re trying to stay out of sight. We run into another group of people, they seem to be a militia or gang or some group that is probably local to the area. So we go with them. They teach us how to use the guns. First is this heavy and large pistol. To cock it you pull back the hammer, like the guns you play with as kids, but it’s so much larger. I try it out, but am a few inches off my target. I try to find something else to shoot at, setting up targets and such. But then they switch and give me the craziest looking gun ever. If you fold the barrel down, it’s like the pistol, but then you can lock everything in place to be a rifle. It’s very heavy, not something to be fired unsupported. And it had these wierd levers. Once I got everything locked in place, which involved rotating the butt, I think there was a pump to cock it. As you pulled it back, the three levers changed positions, dependingon how far you went. So it appears this controlled your range. So I have this small eraser, maybe an inch high and a few inches long, on a table. I stand back maybe 10 meters, and take aim. The scope takes getting used to, so as I start to aim in, I see this light. It’s right in the middle of the scope and grows in intensity. I decide that’s how I know I’m locked on, like when your targeting computer goes red in video games. So I pull the trigger, and the eraser splits in too and flies to the floor. So while I hit it dead on, I didn’t like the targeting at all. I think I went to try to find something else to try, but the dream shifted after that.
I’m in either a large house, or more of a communal living area, can’t tell. I’m with I think two other people. As we look around, we start to see random things left behind. One in particular has a bunch of kids stuff, like toys, and bedding, all of it star wars (the bedding). We come to another room, and there’s yet more stuff, and for some reason in the dream it’s patrice pike’s room. The family had to leave or something…I don’t know, very odd. Then a drill instructor finds us, and we tell her what we find. Man, my military dreams are making less and less sense as time goes on. lol
So yes, all very odd. A few very odd moments in the midst of what appears to be my brain entertaining itself. I think someone is trying to tell me to move on from the military stuff. But I don’t really know how to do that. Maybe I’ll figure it out in time.
So that’s most of the dreams i remember for the week. I think I prefer doing one big dream post rather than a bunch of small ones. 
