Dreams 31

So I was taken from my normal life by this being of light, essentially a man shape glowing amber that was difficult to look at directly. We'll call him the guide. He took me to this tiny point of light deep in the universe, showing me en route that it was a mere speck of dust surrounded by hundreds of enormous and terrible cosmic entities, each one the size of a galaxy, but all in a cluster focused on this tiny point of light. One by one they were diving into it, and there was a hole in the point of light that they had to dive through, and some weren't making it.
The guide took me to the point of light then, and it was part of a street in a small town with a grocery/furniture store. The hole was in the middle of the street, and lining the street was a long series of wooden shelves filled with pill bottles that had stitched woolen labels, almost like they were all wearing socks. The guide pulled one and handed it to me, it said: Toby Anderson. It had a stitched image of a cartoonish little boy with a hat and coat and at the bottom it said: Beloved Uncle
It wasn't mine, because it was spelled wrong, and before I said anything the guide switched it for one that had my name spelled correctly. The stitching was red on white, but my name was white with white outline, and looked incomplete, like it was supposed to be filled in with red. The cartoon boy had sad red eyes and at the bottom it said: Too Soon. I opened the bottle and the guide told me offhandedly not to take one, but I had the feeling that he wanted to help me but was not allowed to say certain things, so I took one. It was shaped like a small inverted dark chocolate mushroom.
He then took me to the grocery/furniture store to talk to some people. The rooms we went through were all furniture, and we got to one that was empty except for this lady sitting on a big wooden chair with an audio device next to her, watching tv. She saw us and turned off the tv, then told her audio device "auto play Bonnie Raitt". The device started playing Concrete Jungle by Bob Marley and the Wailers, and I turned to the guide and told him I had heard that song 10 times in the last week and that my friend on the west coast sent me a video of them playing it live on The Old Gray Whistle Test (which is true in real life). The lady then gave me a series of appointments with these weird cosmic "doctors" which took place in a rotating set of little energetic windows. One of the doctors told me "the universe doesn't have a plan for you, Toby, you have to take a plan" and one tried to break me down with words mentally, but I bested him, because I'm good at words and shit. Then I woke up.

Dreams 30

I was recording a song at a music studio in some nameless city, and I needed certain other instruments that I didn't have. So I went and got a ukulele, and a small violin (about 8 inches long). I carried them in this beautiful lacquered blonde wooden case and headed back through the city. I came to a place that was a cross between a beach resort and a city block, with a swimming pool in the street and impossible tall buildings. I remember kicking a giant beach ball across the street back and forth with someone. There were these see through awnings on either side of the street that people would gather under, and periodically, from really high up, an enormous amount of dirty black water would fall and hit the awning with a giant crash. People would scream like they were on a roller coaster, and the water would hit the awning and harmlesslly roll off. I did it a few times, it was quite a rush.

Dreams 29

So, I was dating this anonymous girl whom I can't recall, and while asleep alone in my room, her father, brother, and uncle came in. They looked at a computer and were making fun of me for not having a lot of money and for not coming from a good family. Then they held me down and one of them ripped my left eye out. I screamed really loud and passed out from the pain. When I woke up, I was in my bed and there was no blood (still in the dream). I went about my day like normal, doing average things with people I cannot recall. Periodically I would look in a mirror at my missing eye, or feel the puckered flesh and empty socket with my fingers, sinking farther and farther into bitterness. I was also contemplating what cool eyepatch design I should get. Then I was at someone's house, thinking how to call my random girlfriend and what to tell her. There was this muscular dude doing gymnastics and shit around the room. Then I woke up for real and marveled at the fact that I still had a left eye.

Dreams 28

So, I was part of this dwindling society that was headquartered in a large warehouse. There was some terrible force coming that was going to wipe out all life on the surface of the planet, and we were all trying to find a way to survive. One of our nautical recon teams came back with revelatory images of a society functioning in a large building on the bottom of the ocean. There was also an image of a mysterious symbol that was seen in the water, and later constructed into a small scale model by one of the people in my group. We had a Bathysphere made out of pitch black wrought iron that was hanging from the ceiling of our warehouse, and the plan was to use it to make it to the bottom of the sea and ask the people there if we could join them, but we needed oxygen, so my friend and I went to see this military outfit that had trucks and guns and apparently oxygen tanks. My friend knew these guys so were able to hook it up, then one of the subordinates aimed a huge gun at the leader of the military outpost. A tense moment, then he lowered the weapon and everyone laughed.
         Back to the warehouse and I was prepping to be the one to go down in the Bathysphere, although I was a bit anxious because I can be claustrophobic sometimes.......

Dreams 27

This one is really violent and messed up (that's what I get for watching Dark Knight last night and playing too much Bloodborne) so I put it on my Darkside blog.
Dreams 27 is here (nsfw)

Haiku 95

Reflections of dreams
Fragments spinning through my mind
Mix with waking life

Dreams 26

I was at a not in session high school in some unnamed city with a group of about 20 people. It was evening time, and the earth was suddenly attacked by fast moving/flying, enormous cosmic monsters that created astral color burst explosions and were covered in tentacles and teeth. They were extremely blood-thirsty and violent, and over half of our group was violently murdered and eaten within the first few minutes of the invasion. There was a cave exit in the basement of the school, but when we tried to get out that way one of the monsters killed another of us.
          We were by the front door debating the best place to go and what to do, when 3 upright-walking, necktie-wearing bears walked up and asked if we had seen a little bear. We hadn't. They went on their way, and a brief time later a little bear walked up and asked if we had a payphone to call his parents. We didn't, and he walked away, but one of us went after him to help and they both disappeared around the corner. I decided that we should find food and stay put in the school with the hope that the attacks would end and we would be safe. So we found food, and I was handed a few restaurant-style plated dishes and I went to put them away behind this combination bar/kitchen that was in the school lobby. And then I woke up.

Weave 18 (The Fallen Soldier)

Waking from a dream
Walking here with you
Trying not to breathe, trying not to move. It doesn't always feel the same, sometimes I think of something new, because the seed of life is change. Can you understand the truth?
          He wasn't really on my side, thought he could get away with this. I took a knife for all my pride, now I'm bleeding through my fists.

I'm your fallen soldier
Buried in an unmarked grave
I've kept the secret safe
Now we can watch it fade away
          Take a tip from me: Be the one to choose. Hold it in your hands; don't be afraid to lose.

Abandoned Asylums 4

Dreams 25

This one is fucking weird.
So, I was on this gigantic and luxurious ship, bound for an island town, and a bunch of friends and acquaintances were there. It was a futuristic party atmosphere. The ship was run and also populated by these hideous, cold blooded, ruthless killers that were disguised as various clergyman types, all in different robes and religious accoutrements. If you looked at them out of the corner of your eye, you could see their twisted, leering faces. If you looked at them head on, they were a jovial mask of practiced social sensibility. They kept trying to separate various people from the larger gathering to either kill them off or brainwash them. I kept having to sneak around and warn people not to let on that they could see through the facade, because then the religious ghouls would stop playing nice. The people on my side all had these instruments we called "Soul Sticks". They were all about 1-1/2 to 2 feet long, with a handle, and covered in various colors of fur, mostly the same straight shape, but with a few bends and irregularities to make them unique (mine had deep blue fur). When you put them near to another person, the stick would show you the depths of that persons' soul, their intentions, and also the colors of their energy and the ways it could best be used. I told everyone not to use them, because then the ghouls would know of our powers and it would become all out war.
I woke up many times from this dream, nervous to go back, but also knowing I had to help everyone, and when i would fall back asleep, the dream would pick up where it left off. At a certain point, these two older priest-types in all black with silver cross necklaces kept trying to subconsciously get me to make a mistake so they could take me away, but I never did.
The ship docked on a island with a town that was also run by these nightmare creatures. I was driving, and a friend was sitting shotgun (literally with a shotgun), and we had to stop to get into a shootout with these two guys. This exact scene had already happened to me in my dream, so it was dream deja vu. except, the first time, my friend killed both guys, and this time, he died quick and I had to get the gun and kill the two guys. Luckily, I knew the sequence and was able to reliably recreate it.
Then I walked to the other side of the car, and this weird sick looking dog with a beak appeared with an equally weird and sick looking young boy. They were glad that they found me, and asked me to help them die. They said it was the duty of the few good people who made it to the island to put them out of their constant misery. They looked so anguished and hopeful that I had to do it. The bullets weren't really working, so I wound up having to beat them over the head with the shotgun. They were smiling and thanking me as I was doing it, and I was crying a little.
Then I woke up.

Dreams 24

So, some friends and I took a trip to Leesburg for some strange reason. My brother was there, Hernando was there, and I don't remember the rest, but there was about a dozen of us. When we first got there, we were hanging out on this rooftop, and I looked around at a dazzling and enormous metropolis skyline (obviously it was not Leesburg, that's just what it was called in my dream). I remember telling someone, 'wow, Leesburg sure has been citified as of late'. Then we came down from the rooftop and went out the buildings entrance, across the street to where this indistinct statue stood right by a waterfront, and Hernando lit a joint. I told him to be cool because we were in Virginia, and there were enough of us that I only got to hit one cycle. Then, my friend Joe appeared, sitting next to the statue in a dirty white t-shirt for some reason. We talked for a while, then we all headed for 'The Hotel'. The walk wasn't long, and when we got inside, it was the grandest, most amazing hotel i'd ever beheld. The lighting was soft and warm, reflecting off of dozens and dozens of crystal chandeliers. The carpet was lush, sturdy, high quality hotel carpet made for high traffic. There was marble and wood, gold work and glass, all finely crafted and skillfully constructed to be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. We headed up to the elevators to our rooms, and that's when the Burlesque girls began to appear. That's what the called themselves, but I feel that they were otherworldly creatures specifically designed to produce a sensual, intoxicating, and warming effect on people. Their costumes were tight, but not trashy, nor were they particularly revealing, a bit of cleavage here, a bit of stomach there, perhaps some legs or arms, leaving much to the imagination. They arrived out of nowhere, just a few here and there at first, then slowly increasing in number, offering exotic and delectable candies and chocolates of all sorts, and speaking genuine and warm words of welcome, with hopes that we would enjoy the show later. Then when they were two steps away they would elongate into rays of light based on their skin and the color scheme of their outfits, and disappear. There were piles of candy everywhere in the enormous lobby, circular chocolate things with gold candy bits (kind of like snocaps), chocolate bars, truffles, turtles, candied nuts, peanut butter cups, lollipops of all shapes and sizes, basically anything.
          There were 3 elevators to take to get to our floor, but they were fast and pretty and had very high ceilings. My brother and I shared a room, and it was gorgeous. The main space was a semi circle, With lush burnt orange carpet that flowed up the walls and over the furniture, seamlessly fading into whatever material the furniture called for. There were fishtanks in the walls. I do not remember the bedrooms.
          Going back down to the lobby you had the option of climbing into this small metal box that would pop out of the ground, and laying on your back in it. Then it would take you through this metal chute like a slide and you would pop up in random various places, only to be guided through another chute until you ended up in the lobby. Needles to say, I chose that method every time.
          We went across the street, to another waterfront location (this city reminded me more of Vancouver than anything, but it was definitely a dream construct), and the nymphs (that's what I called them) appeared again, as if by magic. There we at least ten of them for every one person there, and when they were next to you, they moved at a normal speed; casual and subtly sensual touches, cheek kisses, sweet and honeyed words. The sheer numbers of them and the speed at which they switched exchanges created a powerful intoxicating feeling of exhilaration. Nothing overtly sexual, just suggestive and attentive, but it made you feel like you had the keys to the universe. Then they narrowed their scope, and singled us out and asked us to choose them. The one that came to me was a short brunette, Silken hair in a long flowing topknot, wearing a tight, shiny green top with long sleeves and a deep V neckline baring pale bosom. Black leggings, a gold belt and some bits of gold lace here and there. She was talking sweetly, asking me to choose her, face close and looking at me with green eyes framed by an emerald crusted masquerade mask, casual touches seemingly everywhere at once. She moved on me in a acrobatic and erotic way that's impossible to describe, as if there was no gravity, and i was powerless to resist, but also empowered at the same time. There were no sinister undertones, and I chose her. She had a vaguely Russian accent. We went hand in hand back to the lobby, where she released me and disappeared in vanishing rays of light. I found my brother and we walked through the busy street to the amphitheater for the show.
          I don't remember much about the show, only that the girls were everywhere (with candy, but I have no idea where they kept it in those outfits), and they basically poured their vibe into everyone present, like warm honey running from a giant jar. That's what was most beautiful and enticing about them was their vibe. It filled up everyone present to the point of intoxication, me so much so that I had trouble walking back to the hotel, stumbling a lot, and not thinking straight. I tried to climb this flimsy plastic wall but luckily got back down before it collapsed.
          Back in the lobby, I saw the piles of candy and wanted to bring some back to the room, but I kept spinning and stumbling and dropping them. I could barely stand. I saw my brother, and he seemed to be walking fine, so i asked him to help me, and then the swarm of girls reappeared. They were standing near slots in the walls with their names on them and some numbers, and the one I chose earlier (Natasha?) asked me to get my picture taken with her. One of the other girls appeared with a camera and told Natasha to sit in my lap. We were standing, so I used my legs somehow as a makeshift seat, and she had her arms around me and was complaining to the photographer that I probably wasn't comfortable, but I felt fine. Suddenly, there were dozens and dozens of girls around us, all looking and talking. One of them said this was probably way too overwhelming for me......
and then I opened my eyes and I was in my bedroom.

To sleep, perchance to dream

Dreams 23

So I was driving in a car on my way to Khalid's house in DC. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I pulled into a strip mall that was actually in VA and far away from where I had intended to go. I kept almost sleeping, and somehow I was in the passenger's seat alone while car was still going. I climbed back over to driver's side, lost the cap to my water bottle and finally parked.
Then, I was riding an old rusty bicycle down a hill at the same strip mall. At the bottom of the hill/end of the mall was a big supermarket. I got off my bike and walked around the side, and there was a giant giraffe and a giant gorilla (20-50 ft. tall) that were loading warehouse type boxes and barrels into a huge freight ship that was somehow docked out behind the supermarket. I went back around to the front to put my bike away so I could take some pictures, and the gorilla followed me and was watching, but not in a menacing way. The giant animals all were covered in plush, cream colored fur that looked really soft, and I wound up getting some really cool pics. Then this giant asian guy, dressed like mega-man but still covered in the thick, soft cream fur, came towards me and his hands were like giant plush mallets. He pounded on the floor and was screaming but it didn't feel dangerous. I got some sweet photos of him, and then I woke up. Wish I could have woke up my dream camera too.

Dreams 22

So me and a few other humans are going to this sponsored/ticketed event at a school of some sort. I don't recall what the event is, and I only vaguely remember seeing some things. In the hallways, though, we pass Matt Damon 3 times and each time he has to check our tickets, because he's a ticket checker. Each time he marks down his inspection number, which is 69. The third time he marks mine he points to the upper right hand corner where someone that was not him had written a 69. He's drinking a half empty, watered down gin and tonic (or maybe vodka) with a lemon. He walks with us and we avoid a few random hallway ladders, and he says to me 'Hey, after this we should go to the other side of town and have some drinks'. 'Maybe' I say. Then he asks me why the hesitation, and tells me we'll have a great time. I totally agree, but I tell him that I might have band practice, but if not, then we'll totally go party. Awoken.

Dreams 21 (The Gates of Almond)

So me and this girl who kept morphing into girls that I have known throughout my life (so we'll call her girl) were going to this legendary house that was a museum/tourist attraction called "The Gates of Almond". The door was located at the top of all these huge concrete slabs that you had  to climb up using mostly ladders and stairs. At the top, all around the door were these blue and yellow tiles in a really amazing pattern making square arches and such. In the front door and to the right was a large room with those spinning swings you can ride at amusement parks. They were turned off, but we found the controls on a wall in the corner. I turned them on, then went and jumped in one as they started up, spinning and raising and lowering. Girl didn't want to ride so she manned the controls. My swing started to go haywire, turning me around corners and walls and generally doing impossible things. I shouted for her to stop the swings and she did, turning them back off. In my swings wild meanderings I had glimpsed a large bath house-type bathroom and I wanted to show it to her, so we set off in that direction, now without clothes. There were a few people around at this point, and one made a good natured comment about our nakedness. The bathroom was huge, floor to ceiling white tiled, immaculately clean and mellowly lit. Most of it was a giant shower area, and we went through this to another door that led to a huge indoor pool. Very dim indirect light. The pool wasn't a big rectangle, but rather narrow lanes that wound around like a labyrinth, the water dark blue and dark blue tiles everywhere. We swam for a while, then made out passionately and did the delectable things that lovers do. There was a dj in the far corner spinning some super rad downtempo shit. Then, I looked up and saw a very fat very naked dude smiling and doing a hilarious dance. We decided to leave out the door by the dj, and when we got to the next room we had clothes on again. This room was huge, with cream colored padded flooring. There were esoteric statues all around of abstract people bent at right angles. In one corner, there were these hazy mirrors set up at three angles so you could see yourself, but when I looked in them, a multicolored, flickering light only revealed my image in odd flashes and strange angles that jumped out unpredictably. I tried to get her to look but she didn't want to. We explored more of this house but I don't remember.

Dreams 20

So, we're in a dream version of the house we're currently living in (although it doesn't look anything like the waking version) and May and I are having a spirited debate upstairs about something that only pertains to us. In the middle, I hear noises in the kitchen, like silverware clanking around, and I immediately think that it's me (my other self). I run downstairs to investigate (probably not a good idea to confront your other self) and when I get to the kitchen his back is turned and he's fiddling with something on the counter. I grab his (my) shoulder to turn him, but he turns partway and doesn't look me in the eye. The thing he was messing with looked like a bottle of hot sauce. Since I didn't get a full look, I go to the living room to look in the mirror above the fireplace, and as soon as I do, my head gets way bigger and bright orange, and triangle shaped (kind of like chester cheetah). Then I head back upstairs, and notice that my whole house is filled with friends and family from throughout my whole life. I know they're not really there, but I think how nice it would be if they were.
Awake....

Dreams 19

This dream joins me in progress at a bar with John Bennett and some friends from my work, Manny and Armando. I order and receive a special edition 22 oz Miller Lite Stout, and begin drinking it out of a bucket glass, next to Manny who is drinking a big Heinenkin out of a little highball glass. Armando keeps taking my beer and leads me on a good-natured chase to various spots around the crowded, woodpaneled, smoky bar. A good time is had by all.....This dream swiftly transistions to me watching this video i shot on my cell phone of this girl in a bikini laying on her stomach on a surfboard, and the camera follows behind her smoothly as she paddles out into the waves and disappears, then cuts to some guys that are crying and trying to find her. it's a really cool cell phone video. Then, after the bar and after the video, and somewhere in the middle of the night, i watch the tide go from really high to really low, and tidal waves begin to form. At first they are only 30 to 40 feet high and i am walking away from the beach and weaving through buildings to avoid them, not panicked but just kind of a casual, joyous escape. Sometimes tail ends of waves catch me up and i ride them out, careful to avoid smashing into hard objects. i call John, to warn him, cause in my dream he has a crib close to the beach, but no answer. i decide to round up people and get to a safe place, and the waves start becoming spectacularly large, thousands of feet in the air, so tall that they look thin and graceful, sparkling in the moonlight. They're so beautiful, i see dozens of them as i make my winding way to a safe place, gathering people as i go, call John once and awhile to try to get him out of there. Sometimes little flood waves get us but none of those gigantic, majestic waves crushes us, luckily. They're really sparkly though. Finally it becomes daylight, we've been walking away from the ocean all night, and we arrive at my safe place, Denny's. I call John one last time and get an answering machine that says 'Toby, stop calling, i'm asleep.' and then i wake up.

                                                                                                    Riae

Dreams 18

Alright so this one starts at nighttime at some type of east coast style beach (somewhere between the outer banks and the jersey shore) where all of my extended family is gathered to do something that i can't recall. My mom and my cousin brooks get into a very heated argument (which is happening in the real world in a more subtle way) and he storms off, gets in her old white geo, and i get in with him and we drive off into the night. He asks me if i see where he's coming from, and i tell him that i love him, but if he expects me to side with him against my mother he's got another thing coming. So he says 'i'm going to make it an interesting night' and turns off to this hotel balcony/pier combination. Somehow we get out of the car and he drives it off the pier but it lands in this little swamp in back of the hotel upside down and sinks to the bottom, and then he leaves. Instead of calling my mom, i try to sort it out, climbing into the swamp to try to lift the car out, which doesn't work. i keep pulling out cigarettes as if to smoke them, but then putting them back before i do. Some of the onlookers say they know who can help me, and they get this grizzled barbarian looking behemoth with a huge belly, wearing only a leather kilt like he was born 3000 years ago. He manages to flip the car over and tie something to it, and then i help him drag it out of the swamp. Then i wake up.......
and go back to sleep a little later, only to find myself in the same beach area, but at a party at the same hotel, but i'm inside at this big ballroom type spot. i run into my old friend dave rhodes, who is with this promotional crew all wearing gear to promote some new party juice, like some underground liquid narcotic that hasn't been made illegal yet. He doesn't recognize me at first, but when he does they give me a shirt, and a few sips on the plastic bottle that's filled with the drug. Life starts to feel really strange and hallucinatory, and we walk outside. then i recognize that it's the same hotel and we go out back at my insistance, only instead of a swamp, it's a multi level pier overlooking the ocean. We go down to the lowest and farthest point towards the water, which is pitching and roiling like crazy. Suddenly we are surrounded by giant whales, who fade in and out in front, and on all sides, one even comes right up and looks me in the eye up real close....and then i wake again.
love,
T.

Dreams 17

So some people and i are staying at this dream house that i've dreamed before, that's owned by the parents of some friends of mine. It's a huge and beautiful house, and the other time i dreamed of it, there was this secret crawlspace behind a shower that led to this huge, unfinished basement that was full of storage type stuff. This time, i led one of my friends (can't remember who) through the narrow opening at the back of the shower into a little hallway....and upon exiting the hallway, i found out that the previously unfinished basement has been dramatically and beautifully renovated. First is an immaculate mirror-ceilinged bedroom, with a monstrous and fantastically carved victorian style four post bed made out of white wood and decorated with gold leaf and jewels. Then on to the main room of the basement, which now was huge, with 40ft. ceilings, and six pool tables, 2 bars, turntables and a giant sound system, and a grand piano. Three of the walls were floor to ceiling windows, with plush red velvet curtains that were tied back. My first thought was 'we have to throw a party here', so, obtaining permission, we set about the planning. i was recruiting bartenders in my head, and me and a friend decided to get Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, and The Mars Volta to play there. For some reason i thought that Jimi and Bob would be hard to get ahold of, so we went with just the Volta, and some dj's to play when the band wasn't on. i called my friend Louis (not Lewis) and when he showed up he pointed out that the cops would come with all these windows open, and i told him we'd close them and draw the curtains. i set out to give him a tour of the house, and somehow there was some outside on the inside, and Orietta, along with Kristine's mom Gayane, were out on this dusty country driveway dismantling this huge harvesting machine to put it back on a Uhaul truck. Orietta had dark pink cornrows, a kerchief, and a sleeveless shirt to show off her muscles, looking like a hip hop Rosie the Riveter. i stepped in to help, but they were almost done, so i did the last tire and joint, put it away, and woke up.

Dreams 16

So I'm at this weird backcountry amusement park with this reporter guy in a suit, and we're at the back by this fake mountain that has a little kid train roller coaster coming out of a little fake mountain tunnel. Right in front of us is a small roller coaster that also looks to be for kids but with no car on it. One corner of it has this really fucked up twist and turn and I point out to reporter guy how it looks impossible for it to be ridden. Then a coaster car is on it and rolling, and when it gets to that corner it flies straight off and crashes into a chain link fence. We go investigate and I say that thankfully no one was riding it at the time, then take a picture of the crashed car for my blog. There's this european guy sitting in another coaster car that is not moving and not on a track, waiting for us to tell him where to go next. He has a dinner napkin tucked into his collar. He gets tired of waiting and just asks me for the park map, so I hand it over and walk to an eatery area where I see my wife and my cousin Jason. We decide to part permanently, and she leaves and I wave goodbye to my cousin and begin to wander aimlessly, kind of sad and kind of numb. The park changes into this low budget mountain resort, and I smoke a cigarette out by the parking lot before going inside. The bar-lounge is this really cheesy diner style spot with a rectangular counter that has paper placemats. The four people already seated shake their heads at me and say that the bartender's not there yet and they're waiting for him. I sit to wait also, and my place setting has a little basket of confectionary cookies, a small glass of orange juice wrapped in plastic, and a little glass bottle labeled "diet coke", also with plastic on top, but with only like a half inch of liquid at the bottom. Good morning.