Dream Cartridge No. 4

Thanks to sites like DreamJournal and Dream Moods, you can track what is happening in the dream world. In fact, there’s a new site called Sawlogs.com that has loads of fresh, new dreams from the last few months. Great stuff about what is happening on the imaginary TV networks and in our collective subconscious politics. So, yeah, what’s going on in the dream world these days?

Big Groom Video Game

I was in the middle of a desert. There was an old east-indian man in sight on the horizon. When we met, he told me I was on a quest, that we needed to get supplies. We went to a department store and bought water guns. Then we went to a hut, he opened the door to reveal a woman cooking something in a pot on a stove. He said “Do you like my wife?”

Then I was in the North Pole, being chased by polar bears, i had to get to the pole to get to the next level. I also noticed this was all happening at night. Finally I got there just before thay got me.

I was now getting married in a very nice place with white arches and lots of flowers, the only problem was, the groom was hiding from me. I couldnt find him anywhere. I found him and chased him several times, but didnt catch him. Finally I looked up and saw him, twice his regular size, in a cage, fast asleep. the odd thing is that the groom wasn’t anyone I know from real life.

A dream by Emily Stewart. I wish she could have seduced the groom to tell us what his dream ended up being about. Because we don’t have much information about that subdream world.

The Powerful Yell

I’m being pursued by three ghosts through an ornate black and white marble setting. I have just crossed a small sunken atrium, that has a basin in it and low, flat bench-like couches padded with red leather. There is a long, white, somewhat misty gallery after the far side of the atrium from me, the ghosts are closing through it and a maze of mirrors on the side I’ve just come to. The ghosts are the same white as the gallery, and also appear to be giving off a mist. Their bodies seem to have the form of 7 foot tall smooth, acute cones, draped with a sheer cloth. I cannot make out any features within the cone forms, just some adornment on the outside: One appears to have a black skull mask and may have arms, one a black three-cornered hat and black eighteenth century wig, the other is unclear and seems to be some nameless dread. I am faced with the option of continuing the pursuit into the maze or using my shout to break the will of my puruers. I’m not sure if it will work. I’m aware of its sound from other dreams and the occasions when it has been used against me. It involves the channeling and focus of fear energy into a sonic blast that rends dream fabric. This was the only time I have ever been so aware of this phenomenon in a dream and its potential within a dream environment.

I begin to yell. It is loud, but not piercing enough yet. The ghosts continue to approach the atrium, gliding rapidly, soundless across the mist. I push harder, my fear growing. The yell cracks into some higher level of force that terrifies me, thus feeding its power even more. I feel the power of it inside me as the acknowledgement of fear. I see the ghosts reel and begin to flutter and collapse just as I pass back into consciousness. I’m almost certain I was yelling in my sleep, though neither my wife nor dog corroborated this upon my waking.

Wow, this one’s from the slumber of Joe Tait, who is really making progress. I’m proud of him! However, I wish his wife and dog would offer some kind of details about what is happening to Actual Joe during these journeys. Like, come on, get it together!

Sugar Gangs and Video Dead Kid

I’m watching a gang of youths on video, rooting them on in their efforts to defend the use of sugar instead of sugar substitutes. They also support alternative methods of generating energy. They look like the kids in the movie The Sandlot, though these kids always appear near a swimming pool in bathing suits.

From their vantage point in the pool, the kids watch policemen and civilians square off on a nearby highway. The civilians use sugar to power their cars while the police use traditional fossil fuels. The night drags on. A young black kid treading water finally succumbs to fatigue and slips beneath the surface without alerting his rapt friends. I dive quietly and bring him back to the surface. I pull him out on to the concrete and together we watch the spectacle.

Eventually the police concede and admit that sugar and other alternative fuel sources are better for the environment. The video cuts to a commercial touting sugar as the best thing around (it even states that it helps make water taste better). Then another commercial: a professional basketball player holding a glass of water and a fistful of money smiles at one of the gang members while a policeman escorts them both to a waiting patrol car. The policeman flubs the shoot though and they have to reshoot the commercial.

Then the black kid I saved and I watch a video of an alternative future where he is not saved and lies dead on the bottom of the swimming pool.

Dreampt by Rick Smith. It’s great that the black kid was okay watching that gruesome vid, because it’s just mean to force everyone to keep watching a bunch of contrived anti-sugar commercials. Like a basketball player is going to be able to bring a glass of water with him into the back seat of a patrol car. They would impound the glass of water and peel back every finger of his hand to get it.

Filesharing

Back at home in NZ, straight after Dream 1. Turned on my comp and started up a P2P program, interesting GUI. showed downloads as a process that required 3 stages, from host 1 → host 2 → host 3 → me. Used red and green with small Sino-Japanese symbols to show it. Remember finding files describing my other lucid dreams from that night, none of them written by me. very very weird, shocked. That should’ve tipped me off that I was lucid dreaming, but it didn’t. Oh well.

Huge uncovery here. Windowing apps in the subconscious realm with what sounds like some pretty solid Unicode support. Also, all the dreamer’s file permissions worked on the imaginary computer. However, it sounds infinitely more hackable. Perhaps DLLs disappear, dynamic links to other dreams. IUnknown. Lots to think about. Thankyou, Alex Cureton Griffiths!

See also: Enviable Dreams. Dream Cartrige No. 2. Dream Cartrige No. 3.