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- January 25, 2003
- This first was a waking dream I had in the afternoon when I laid down to take a nap. At first I couldn't get to sleep, because there was a lot of mucus in my throat from being sick. So everytime my neck relaxed, it made a snoring noise.
As I drifted off to sleep, I began to have a waking dream where my snoring was impeding Isaac Newton's red silk scarf that he kept around his wig. With this disturbance, I couldn't be selected as one who gets to lead the sleep movement.
I finally got into a comfortable position so I wasn't snoring, and thus, not having waking dreams about Isaac Newton's wig.
I then started dreaming about redecorating my room, mostly with cool sorts of things like electric pictures and lava lamps (stuff you'd find at Spencer's or something). Then this little girl, who I think was supposed to be my daughter, got kidnapped.
I then had to climb a steep wall in the middle of my room to give my sword to the paramedics so they could find the little girl. I remember unsheathing the sword several times and being happy that it hadn't rusted at all since I last brought it out.
- January 24, 2003
- This is one of those weird dreams I have when I'm sick. You can read more about my sickness by selecting the journal entry corresponding to this date.
Throughout the night, I dreamed there was a very painful, white railroad spike that had been drilled into my mouth and down my throat. And it wasn't easy to get out either, because it was hard to get a good grip on it, and a veterans administration spokesman kept harping on the doctors to leave the spike alone because of its service in the war.
Eventually they let the spike stay in my throat. I was then at the pavilion in the Sheldon park, when some sort of fight broke out. The spokesman for the veteran's administration began demanding that my spike have nothing to do with the fight, because of its war past.
I finally tried ripping it out of my throat, only to wake up. The rest of the night was filled with dreams about a spike driven into my mouth.
- January 20, 2003
- It was dark out. I could see in the background on a steep hill the factory where Bryan worked. The setting was in the future, and by that I mean the technological future.
I was watching some propane fires in a small gulley, when I noticed their intensity begin to wear off. I looked up towards the factory to see a giant fireball raise up into the dark sky. I began running up the hill to see if there was anything I could do to help and to make sure Bryan was alright.
The walls of the factory were rubble, so access was fairly easy. Once inside though, the futuristic fire suppression system began to take hold by bringing down giant metal doors to contain the blaze.
I found Bryan easily, and a few more people that I recognized as friends. The strange thing though, was that none of them were human. They all had weird alien shapes, almost like animals, although they all spoke and acted normal.
As soon as I found everyone, we began trying to escape. The fires were closing in, and we had to make our way around rubble and debris. Many of the fire doors had already closed, so we'd often have to backtrack or even break through walls to find a way out. To make matters worse, there were these yellow-green snakes that kept chasing us around (they caused the explosion) trying to kill the survivors.
When we had just gotten blocked by a fire door and were breaking through a wall to get out, a snake caught up with us and lunged at Bryan and the rest of the people (there were about three or four more people). I grabbed it before it could strike, but as I held it in my hand, I realized that I didn't have a good enough grasp on its head to keep it from biting me.
Then I woke up.
- January 12, 2003
- I don't remember a whole lot of this dream. It was something about making several trips with Zach, and I think William and Jason to Minnesota to drop things off at Zach's dorm. The thing is, it was only a four hour trip compared to the normal thirteen or so.
Then there was a nuclear war. It was snowing, and I was trying to get away from this area. I don't remember why though, because I think everyone around here had died. Finally I got to Minnesota, where the damage had just occurred.
I went to a tent and volunteered to help care for the victims, but when I went inside I saw that an old woman who I knew to be named "Helen" was on the ground dying of radiation burns, along with an old man from a nursing home. I remember thinking that I didn't want these two people to die, and I started crying in my dream.
Thats when I woke up.
- January 8, 2003
- Some building was on fire, and I was driving my car around to see where it was. There was an underground shopping mall in the center of town, and after I found the fire, I drove down inside for some reason or another.
After driving down several concrete ramps (the "mall" looked like an underground parking garage) I reached the bottom and found Pat. He started chasing me with his truck, trying to hit my car.
I made it nearly up to the top when he crashed into the back end of my car and sent me skidding out. I stopped and saw that I had two stethoscopes in the car that had been broken. I looked at them to try and figure out how I would make repairs, but I didn't think it would be a possibility.
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grokkings
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The word "grok" comes from Robert Heinlein's book Stranger In A Strange Land.
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