I had a dream recently in which all the people in it looked like a Cordeval webcomic. I have no idea what happened in the dream, only that it looked like Cordeval.

Odd dream.

There's a group of us, lots of people I didn't know, not even in my dream, and we're running along this path in the forest, scared out of our minds. Something is coming. Then this guy comes along in this hovercraft. (Don't laugh.) And we all clamor on board and he starts zooming through the woods along this wide trail. We keep passing (don't laugh) muppets lying on the side of the trail (don't laugh) surrounded by crime scene tape. (Okay, you can laugh a little). I ask our rescuer what on earth happened to the muppets, but he doesn't answer. He does tell us he's from the DOJ. Ah, Department of Justice, I nod wisely.

He brings the hovercraft to this normal old highway rest-stop looking through. He tells us that the DOJ has secret rooms in rest stops scattered around the country for their operatives. He hands me a swipe card. There's a door to the male restroom and a door to the female restroom the rest of the building is all brick wall. Against a wall, there's a fire alarm. I reach up and run the swipe card against the fire alarm, and a brick wall swings open. There's a cleaning lady, and she looks up surprised, and then she winks at me. I enter into through the secret brick door, and there's this living room/lounge type of area. Comfy modern looking chairs and couches. I go to the back of the room, and there's this huge sort of bathroom/medical facility. Along one side are lockers and supreme-ultra showers. There's also some medical equipment for first aid and other appearance-changing mechanisms. There's a counter along one wall with a brochure lying on it. I pick it up: It's a brochure for a masseuse.

I promise not to laugh if you don't laugh at my dream about spinning time into a skein of yarn.

OooooooOOOoooh!!!! See, that's fantabulously cool. How did that work?

Well, if I had any talent I'd make it into a short story, but I tried and all that came out was this:

Knitting for The Doctor.

"I sheared time, every last thread of thought - every reminiscent remnant, I carded the strands of time and space to spin the yarn of the universe and spent an eternity knitting you a time traveling jumper that, incidentally will keep you warm, and all you can say is "I think you dropped a stitch here and this cable is twisted wrong and I'm not really wild about the colour..."


But I eventually decided that my dream was a paradox, because I needed all of history to spin time but I needed time to spin it. um. My imagination is a scary place!

That is probably the coolest dream I've ever heard of.

(Certainly beats my dead muppets. With a stick.)

dunno. I've never dreamt a hovercar, that's pretty cool.

disjointed posting of my dream, as i don't feel like retyping it again.

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this one dealt with things lurking in the shadows that only cats and children could see, and me, since it became apparent later i was "gifted" and later i was "drawn" toward and area that was an evil black ooze

(11:21:29) ladykatza: well, then there was the mysterious breaking in of my room in the house next to the castle, the following of the guy who just burnt down the neighbor's house to the evil ooze, which then started to ooze out of the place and follow me up the tire tracks left in the yard until i fought them back with a garden hose (clean water apparently not happy for this things)
(11:21:58) ladykatza: and then, upon later survey with a "guard" during daylight (who oddly, looked like Riddick)
(11:22:33) ladykatza: there were now some cross between a bat and a hummingbird that would suck out the intelligence from your brain
(11:22:52) ladykatza: which some how you could get back from the apothecary
(11:23:12) ladykatza: although one of the more important monks had already been killed.

I dreamt of a family of psychopomps, living in a village near a mountain. The youngest has to head into the mountain to the underworld, to teach the dead to sing so when his grandmother gets there it won't be so bad. I sat by him when he was saying goodbye, and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Then, I woke up so I've got to write the rest.

I love the idea of teaching the dead to sing...

I had a weird & unpleasant dream last night. The first part of it wasn't so much unpleasant as evincing a "huh?". I had just started watching a movie with my boyfriend (who in my dream was Polish & very Catholic) when he decided he had to go to midnight mass, so off he went - & my dad (THE atheist) joined him. I remember thinking that my dad must really like my boyfriend to be dragged to church.

Then I sat at home, talking to someone, & suddenly I see my grandparents (my mum's parents). They're both dead, so at first they only appear & then disappear again, but then they start hanging around for longer. In my dream, I realise that seeing dead people is bad news because it means I'm about to die as well, & will probably wake up dead in the morning. When my dad comes home, I try to tell him - & realise he is dying too. He is seriously freaked out by my seeing dead people & does some kind of superstitious spell against it, & when my grandparents come back, I want to show them to him. He tells me he can't see them, but all the time I know he's just saying that to comfort me.

I'm not entirely sure which part of my dream was most scary, but in its sum total it woke me up at 5.30 am this morning & left me unable to go back to sleep.

Last night's dream featured Buckminster Fuller and Tom Petty.

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Syme, that's an incredibly moving mental image.

two odd dreamlets from last night:

I dreamt that I woke up and discovered I was being cuddled lovingly by George Clooney and demanded to know where my husband was, 'cos he was the one I wanted. (go figure, a year-ish ago I was seriously annoyed with him)

then Joss Whedon left a very nasty message on my answering machine, only he thought it was someone else's machine, so he kept calling me back to ensure that I wouldn't put the message on the internet. I wish I could remember what he ranted about though.

I've had a few good weird bad dreams that I haven't posted here but now I want to. I should do that sometime... not now cause is sleepy time... a bunch lately about regressing to pre-school age but with memories and personality intact, trying to convince people that I wasn't 4. Trying to tell my parents who I am. Failing. Sleep's good though.

I can't recall ever dreaming about regressing that young, myself, but I have had dreams where I am back in a classroom of perhaps middle school or high school level.

Recently I dreamed of being in a very large building with tons of people . . . it was kind of a family gathering, kind of an extended family reunion, only with many more people than even my large extended family would account for.

And at some point there was a bit of fuss and I wasn't quite sure what it was about, until someone told me that Dick Cheney had been killed. The first words out of my mouth were, "Why bother assassinating either one of them now?"

A bit later I realized I didn't know where my son was. I had given him to a relative who wanted to hold him, who'd apparently passed him to someone else, who'd passed him to someone else . . . and I ran around to each person asking where he was, who they'd given him to last, and no one could tell me. I began to panic, and cry, then I found him lying asleep on the floor, completely out of sight under a pile of clothes, and I began to fuss at everyone because he could have been stepped on, but no one was paying any attention to me.


I've had several anxiety dreams involving the baby, even a couple before he was born. They seem to have a pattern lately of involving family members, and me not being able to find him.

Yet Another Alien Invasion Dream.

I have these a lot. Recurring theme is watching a pitched starship battle in the night sky. I'm usually near my house. Because it's dark, it sometimes takes a while to realise that the things occluding the stars aren't clouds. Sometimes ships crash near my house or just fly over really low.

Last night's bizarreness involved Star Trek type ships - very round saucer sections with propeller bits in the back. Just hundreds of them shooting it up above the atmosphere.

And then I ended up in a sort of internment camp in a small town over the hill - about 2 miles away. I wasn't supposed to be there, but they let me in anyway. It was only humans in the camp. They kept telling us that we had to live in the houses in the tunnels (there aren't any tunnels in that town in real life) and we were only allowed outside at certain times and only allowed to roam inside the walled off area. We were told that it was because it was "unliveable" outside, but the air seemed fine and breathable and the sky was bright and blue with big fluffy clouds.

I was trying to access the computers to get some information on why we were all in these camps, but the people in charge were suspicious of me.

That's when I woke up. It was very realistic, my Alien Invasion Dreams usually are, but I always wake up before I get a proper reason for it all!

Loads of little dreams last night
Some highlights

Driving in a car which started hitting wingmirrors of parked cars,at this point i woke up going "ahh" and bolted upright
Ipods in cases and pulling the case away and it was destroyed

Wickedly funny dream this morning: A patron calls up and I'm troubleshooting something with one of our databases with them, and I finally ask them what type of computer they have. "Commodore," they say. And then my alarm goes off.

When I do the "Q" for a cold, my dreams get weird. Last night I am hiking through a major city(unknown) with others when I decide I would rather ride a bicycle, so I take the parts out of my backpack? pockets? and put together a full sized mountain bike. Then in a moment of distraction I lose the bike and the rest of the dream has me searching through a maze of a college campus, encountering various sub-cultures (goth, prep, punk) along the way, then my alarm wakes me up, just wierd I say.

Just woke myself up from a bizarre bad dream, so let's see what I can get down here. There are already gaps in what I can remember, and I can't recall what happened before what I'm about to recount, but:

I was in a huge building, part of which was a hotel. Someone was telling me it was haunted, to which an employee at the hotel desk added (almost proudly) that the whole hotel was so cold from the ghost that they hadn't run the air-conditioning in years.
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Still at the hotel area. There was a handful of people about my age and we were going to do something. They wanted to go right outside the building - apparently we were right on the beach. As we went out the door I saw that the sky looked terrible, seeming to threaten a storm of horrific proportions.
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The storm had begun and we were trying to get back into the building. We were in a long line of people, with part of our group separated behind me (and a couple of others) a ways. There was a bottleneck because an employee was stopping everyone to be searched first before entering. I looked behind me for the others of our group and saw that, even though they were only feet behind us, they could barely walk forward, as if in a hurricane-strength wind.
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I was at my mother's house, carrying my son. My middle sister Hope and my stepfather Jim were there too. At some point I began to realize that something was wrong with Hope - she was crazy. She would calmly attack my mother or me, and every time my mother acted as if it were not a big deal. Hope would come after me, hitting me, and I would try to both shield the baby and fend her off, and eventually Mama might stop her but was deaf to my insistence that something had to be done about her. Then Hope came after me with a hot curling iron, calmly and meanly burning me and trying to burn the baby. It looked like she did touch him on the arms a couple of times, but he didn't cry. I was turning and bending to block him and the burns hurt my back and arms. I was yelling for Mama to stop her. These attacks went on a while, and then there was a wall-shaking thud from outside the door, and Hope was nowhere in sight. Another thud, another . . . I was frightened of what might be out there and I hid with the baby while Mama opened the door. Hope was on the front porch shoving a huge heavy wooden dinner table against the door, still in that bizarre quiet fury; she shoved another huge piece of furniture at the door, and another.

Apparently Jim was the only one sympathetic to my fear of my sister and the fact that she'd gone mad. I tried again, in vain, to tell Mama that Hope was trying to hurt not only her and me but the baby too. "Right, and she broke his ankle and tore his blanket," Mama said (whatever that meant) in a mean sarcastic tone. I decided screw this, we had to leave, so I packed the baby into my car to go back home. All I wanted now was to run home to my husband and tell him about these weird things.

The yard, driveway, and road were full of kids (roughly 7-12 years old) and it was difficult to drive away because they would throw things and jump mockingly at the front of my car daring me to hit them. As I worked my way to the road I realized I was in a city about an hour's drive away in waking life, at the house my favorite Granny lived in before she died several years ago, instead of at my mom's house a short drive away.

I realized too that there were some of these kids in the back seat riffling through my purse and other belongings. I chased them away and got back what I could but discovered that I didn't have my cell phone and that I didn't remember clearly how to get home from here, and I didn't have a map. I drove to a nearby convenience store, unclear on what I was going to do, and a couple was walking near me with the woman saying to me, "You're lost, aren't you?" and asking lots of questions. She seemed fairly nice but I felt lost and vulnerable and frightened and I feared she might be tricking me, so I got back into the car to drive quickly away.

I drove to another store and at some point here it devolved into one of my recurring dreams of anger/powerlessness. Strangers kept getting into my car and wouldn't go away so I could concentrate safely on how to get home. I kept rolling up the windows and locking the doors, and they'd still get in. At least one large back window was completely broken out, I guess from the kids throwing rocks earlier. There was a security guard nearby but he was no help. The men weren't actually threatening, just wouldn't get out of my car. All I wanted was to get home to my husband! I yelled and yelled at them, and got angrier and angrier. When I woke myself up I was so filled with rage and impotent fury in my dream, yelling "Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out!" at the top of my lungs and being completely ignored, that I woke up beginning to actually yell in waking life.

(Jumped up to go tell husband about it but found a note instead that he and baby had gone somewhere.)

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Last night I dreamt that I went to visit Neil - I was visiting as a fan, not a friend and dream logic spewed up some silly reason that made sense during the dream, but seems stupid now. He met us at a train station (it was me, Steve and Devlin, although I rarely saw them after the train station bit) I remember that I gushed about the bees and he took me to visit them, then we were in the library and just chatting like old friends (yeah, right!) and this small grey cat with enormous blue eyes jumped into my lap and demanded to be petted. It was a gorgeous cat, sort of mottled grey, like storm clouds and Neil said it never made noise, didn't meow or purr, but it purred for me!

That's when the cat told me that I was meant to meet the cat, not Neil, but that Neil's house was a portal or something.