DreamQuest

The End....For Now

2005-11-27T22:21:00.000-05:00

I've decided to stop posting on this blog. My experiment with lucid dreaming is over, without any luck so I'm not going to bother recording my dreams any longer. If anyone's still checking in, thanks for your interest.

Lachesis

Dream Journal - 07/11/05

2005-07-11T15:30:00.000-04:00

Those who read this site periodically may recall the only real recurring dream-type that I have is what I call the "Disney dream", where I dream I'm at some kind of Walt Disney World park, in various forms and permutations.

Last night I dreamed, not of Disney World, but of a visit to Six Flags over Georgia. It was an incredibly detailed dream, much more detailed than I am used to having (although much of it has, of course, faded since this morning). It was so detailed that to describe it would be as difficult to do as describing every detail of a New York street.. but I'll give you the gist of it:

At first I'm at Six Flags with a friend and his dad. We walk around through the park, and I am dismayed to see rows and rows of food vendors and carnival games. Over and over, with no real signs of any rides. And the food is of the corn dog/funnel cake variety, with little to no nutritional value. We get separated at a show, and I'm worried I won't be able to find them again. I think about trying to contact them via cellphone, but we soon run into each other again elsewhere in the park.

Later, I'm with my son and not with my friend anymore. We are walking around trying to find something to ride but there are only low-quality, low-thrill carny rides, and still more and more food stalls. We're disappointed by the lack of things to do.

Another case, I believe, of being disappointed in an enhanced expectation. What this portains to in my life is not clear, but what is clear is that my subconscious is trying to tell me something - else why not dream of a good time at a park, a place where I clearly love to go and share with my friends and family.

Dream Journal - 07/02/04

2005-07-05T15:21:00.000-04:00

I am either watching, or actually am, the character "Will" from Land of the Lost. (refer to the link if you're not familiar with the show)

My dad and sister are gone, and I'm not sure where they are. I apparently have figured out a way to get back home, and it involved stringing a rope through a window - but first I have to step out onto the entrance to our cave.

When I do, I hear Grumpy the T. Rex roar in the not-too-far-off distance - I feel a shudder of real fear go through me/Will. I am paralyzed by the fear that the T. Rex is about to come and eat me.

I don't have the opportunity to feel real fear in my life - I lead a pretty safe existence. And I've watched dinosaurs TV shows and movies for years, and visited theme parks where they are simulated and have never felt a fear like this. I was terrified because I thought it was real. There was a real, living, breathing, eating dinosaur nearby and it was coming for me.

Dream Journal - 06/21/05

2005-06-21T10:38:00.000-04:00

My family and I are in my parents' house, where I grew up - except it's a bit different. It feels like a trailer rather than a house. But the interior layout is the same. My wife and daughter are in the kitchen, my son is in my old bedroom and I'm in a den that is between the other two rooms. I feel the house begin to shake and it starts to tip over backwards, as if the ground has given way underneath it. The house falls over on its back, and since my wife is with my daughter, I call to her to tell her I'm going to try and climb my way to the bedroom to find my son.

I try to cry to him, but no sound can come out.

As I reach the bedroom, finally, and see the rubble inside I can't find a sign of him. Before I can begin to search, the house tips again and suddenly begins rolling, over and over, down a large hill. We are all tossed around like dolls...

Shout Out...

2005-06-15T08:27:00.000-04:00

...to an invited reader. Welcome, Wild One! Stay a while, enjoy, let me know if any of these make sense to you :)

Dream Journal - 06/14/05

2005-06-14T15:29:00.000-04:00

Wow, nothing for the entire month of May.

It's been lean, folks. But here's one from last night...

I'm in a car with a friend, and we're parked on a neighborhood street. There are three tough gangster-types menacing us because of something my friend did. What he actually did was innocent enough, but for some reason he's in a lot of trouble for it. We debate on whether to just drive away quickly, but reason they would find us again anyway.

Ok, this is spooky. Just as I write this, I recall an email conversation with that friend a little bit ago today spelling out a very similar situation he's in - in trouble at work for a relatively minor offense, and the people he's in trouble with are (in context) gangster like.

Hmm. Interesting....

Sorry, folks

2005-06-01T09:29:00.000-04:00

Things have been slow in dreamland lately. The only dreams I have had have either been too personal to record here (they wouldn't make sense to anyone out of context), or simply too fragmentary to remember. I continue to have bad sleep habits, not getting enough sleep which always seems to be a prerequisite to me remembering my dreams.

Hopefully things will improve soon - thank you for anyone who continues to read. Please leave me a comment. Thanks,

Lachesis

Dream Journal - 04/30/05

2005-05-02T10:17:00.000-04:00

I am sitting at the window of a house, looking outside. It's raining, and has been raining for days and days and days...

There's a raging torrent of rain outside that's caused a river to form, running by the house. As I watch the river, I see a very large snake swimming it it, with only its head about the water. As I continue to watch, he raises up out of the water to expose 4-5 feet of neck and a large boa constrictor-type crest. He hisses, and I want to run and get my son to show him the snake outside, but it flows by too fast and is gone...

Dream Journal - 04/26/05

2005-04-26T10:38:00.000-04:00

In a rare dream experience, I dream I am another person/character and not myself. But I assume this person represents myself...

I am Sheriff Andy Taylor (Andy Griffith) and along with my trusty deputy Barney we are trying to defend the courthouse from an invader and protect little Opie.

Well, except it's not "The Courthouse ^TM" from TV, but a larger building - more modern, with many shadows, steel railings and stairs, carpet and back and side entrances. And I don't think it's actually Opie we're protecting, but that's the sense I get from being Andy.

Eventually, through several chases we capture the suspect - who looks a lot like (or is being played by) former Saturday Night Live star Jimmy Fallon. I handcuff him and do something with him (don't recall what).

But all is still not well - there is someone else trying to get in. I alternate perspectives of myself and Barney and we try to chase and round up this guy. Eventually we find him and I (Andy) tackle him and attempt to supdue him. I can't tell who he is, but has very vivid red/orange hair. I recall being very angry, and almost too rough with the guy after he's down.

Am I resentful or fearful of someone intruding into my "safe" places? I try to think I'm a welcoming and inviting person. Not sure what this means...

Dream Journal - 04/23/05

2005-04-25T16:19:00.000-04:00

This was was quite disturbing, actually. In a way that will become clear, later.

I am apparently at a baseball game, or some other sporting event or exhibition. I walk around behind the bleachers in the outfield (?), and they are the old, wooden, rickety kind. It's getting dark, and there are shadows underneath the bleachers. The headroom is pretty cramped, but I'm looking in...and I see a young woman sitting on the ground far underneath the bleachers.

I am concerned about her, so I get down on my belly and start to wriggle under the bars - there is no room to just walk or climb through. I realize at this point that all I am wearing is a pair of short underwear briefs.

As I crawl closer, I see she is actually a fairly young girl, maybe 13 or so. She has long black hair, and is naked and very beautiful in an exotic way. She's sitting on the ground, just looking at me. I get to the open space where she's sitting and I ask her who she is, and what's wrong.

She motions a note sitting on the ground next to her. I pick it up and start to read - it appears to be a certificate of some kind, announcing that "You Are the Winner!, and as your prize you get to keep and use this girl in any way you like. She is quite gifted and can satisfy you in many, many ways." I look up at her, and ask her if this is true. She turns her head and smiles shyly..

I am struck by pity for her, and can't believe someone would put her in a situation like this. However, I cannot help but be attracted and drawn by the terms of the contest.. I realize she is way too young even if I agreed to it, and try to talk to her - thinking of ways I can get her out of there, and too safety.

But as I speak, I find myself subconsciously moving over to her, opening up my legs.

She reaches down...

And I awake, violently. Startled. And extremely aroused, and ashamed.

I feel like I had been given some kind of test, and I failed miserably...

Dream Journal - 04/17/05

2005-04-17T22:56:00.000-04:00

I'm a guest in someone's home -- someone with a very opulant home. The furnishings are very fancy, and there are servants in the house.

I'm changing clothes, and am walking around in my room naked. I need to take something into another room and think there's nobody home. As I walk in the other room I'm surprised to run into one of the servants, a young mid-late-20's woman with dark hair cleaning up something. She's startled to see me naked, and I apologize as I beat a hasty retreat.

I'm walking back to my room, as I sense she's standing in the doorway of the other room watching my rear just I disappear through the door. I even slow up just the tiniest bit to make sure she sees it.

I'm then standing in my own room, and she comes in herself without asking. She proceeds to begin straightening up my room. She makes a joke, "So I suppose you're just going to stand there so I can see your penis?"

I'm not embarrassed, in fact I believe she's enjoying seeing me. However, I do get embarrassed as I feel myself begin to get an erection.

I don't get the sense she plans to do anything about it, though.

Dream Journal - 04/01/05

2005-04-01T22:33:00.000-05:00

Another Disney Dream.

I am at Walt Disney World with my family. We're riding along in one of the trains that run around the part when I look out and see our cat running loose around some of the buildings we're passing by. I jump out of the train and try to track down our cat. I pass through several rides and attractions until I eventually catch him.

I'm carrying him back to meet my family when two young kids start walking with me and chatting. I let the older of the two hold my cat, and they eventually leave. When I meet my family, I realize the kid still has the cat and I forgot to take him back.

So I get on the train, jump off again at the same spot and try to retrace my steps. I realize the way going is more difficult this time and things have changed...

Dream Journal - 03/28/05

2005-03-30T08:58:00.000-05:00

My wife and I are with several friends attending a huge party.

The party is actually a combination of several parties, all being held in a building that resembles a school or a conference center. Each party was in a separate room, and you had to walk down several hallways to get from one party room to another.

There was a St. Patrick's Day theme to all the parties, and everyone was wearing green from head to toe. The noise was loud and the people were raucous but not out of control.

The friends that were with us were friends we had known years ago in college, though together we didn't go to parties like this then.

I know my wife was with me, but I don't believe I ever actually saw her face. I could feel her presence with me, or behind me.

Dream Journal - 03/15/05

2005-03-15T09:10:00.000-05:00

And another. Just some random images:

I have gone to visit a restaurant downtown - I'm not sure if it's here at home, or in NYC. It has a little restaurant in a big city feel. It's very dark outside, the lighting is dim inside. It's been raining so there's an oppressive feeling in the air.

I chat with the people there for a while, gather up some to-go supplies and head home.

When I reach home (my real home) I forget to bring in the to-go stuff from the car.

LATER

I take my kids with me and try to return to the restaurant, but we end up walking around the downtown area. It has a very ominous feel, and there are several savory characters lurking about - but for some reason I'm not afraid of them. We walk around trying to either find the restaurant or find our car. At one point we're waiting for an elevator outside in the street, and a hoodlum stands waiting with us. He seems menacing, but we engage him in conversation and he's very pleasant.

I feel the need to protect my kids, but I don't seem in a huge hurry to get out of the area that we are in.

Dream Journal - 03/14/05

2005-03-15T09:04:00.000-05:00

A couple of quick hits - this and one to follow:

I have traveled to New York City, I believe, to work on a play. I'm not sure of my role: director, musician, stage manager. I am being housed in a fairly swanky hotel in the city. I have been put in charge of a trailer full of equipment for the show that needs to be transported to another part of the city. I was not able to drive the semi cab that brought the trailer, but I had a white pickup truck that could do the job. Only the trailer hitch on the white truck was broken, and I'm attempting to hitch it up in the load/unload area of the hotel. I go back inside to get help, and find they've closed the lobby area for the night and all is dark (in NYC?!). I do end up finding someone to ask for help but they are unable to assist me. I am telling this person all the things I have to do for this job, and more and more things keep occuring to me, as I explain it, that I've forgotten I need to do - arrange and record some music for the show, etc.

Eventually one of my (real-life) co-workers shows up in a car with someone else who I can't recall, but has no relationship with her. We end up driving around the city.

Dream Journal - 02/10/05

2005-02-17T14:44:00.000-05:00

I don't recall exactly when I had this dream, so I picked the 10th as an arbitrary date. I kept forgetting to input it, so that's why I don't recall.

I'm playing for a minor league baseball team. My team is behind by a run, I step up to the plate and hit a 2-run homer in the bottom of the 9th to win the game.

Next I'm playing for a Major League baseball team - I don't recall which one. Similar situation, as knock a 2-run home run to win the game.

Dream Journal - 02/07/05

2005-02-07T09:34:00.000-05:00

I had an odd non-Disney Disney Dream (tm). Call it the anti-Disney Dream.

My family and are vacationing in Orlando, and purposefully decided not to visit any of the Disney parks. Instead, we decided to visit Universal Studios.

We're wandering around Universal, and I decide to wander off by myself. I ride a Batman ride (which isn't actually at Universal), and it's very intense. At one point a human actor in a Batman costume comes out of the shadows and is running after our little ride vehicle. I believe Joker was nearby.

I get my son to ride it with me, but I'm concerned it might be too intense for him. Some of the details of the ride had changed - now it was The Riddler as the bad guy. Same view of Batman coming out to chase the ride vehicle.

Then we visit various other attractions in the park. A walk-through of various animatronic dinosaurs - at one point, they're all thundering across a valley while we watch behind a long set of glass windows. I also wanted to ride the Jurassic Park ride, and could see it in the distance, but it was closed for repair.

We also see giraffes in a pit-type pen, where their heads reach over the top and we can pet them. The kids love this.

I try to get everyone on the Batman ride, but realize as we board we've boarded the wrong ride - it's some kind of kiddie ride, and we're all disappointed and a bit miffed, as if we'd been misled.

I also recall opening a map of the park, to find our way back to where the Batman ride was, and the park map was very confusing. It was three separate sheets you had to place side by side, and the park layout was very disjointed and strange.

One interesting thing about this map: There were several areas that definitely wouldn't be at Universal: basically a frontier village, and the map of the area was incredibly detailed. I don't recall what the buildings were, or the captions and labels, but I just remember seeing individual names and attractions.

We were again disappointed at the day we were having.

UPDATE: (2/9/05)I see now that a very common thread in my Disney Dreams, indeed as well as some other dreams, is one of great anticipation followed by disappointment. Rides that don't turn out the way I expect them. Shows that don't live up to the hype. Even dream sex that isn't fulfilling. Somehow I'm anticipating something great out of life, and I feel I'm being disappointed.

This is something I have to explore, and any assistance would be appreciated...

Dream Journal - 01/10/05

2005-01-10T08:45:00.000-05:00

I'm friends with a couple who seem to be having trouble with their marriage. The husband is somewhat of a mentor to me in my church, and is part of a Men's Bible Study that I'm a part of. He's also a recovering substance abuser.

I dream this husband showed up at my house, drunk. It wasn't my current home, of course, but my childhood home. Trouble is, he wasn't a human - he was a book. A paperback book.

I took care of him during the night, and he - or the book - was still drunk the next morning.

I phoned one of the other members of our Bible Study group, the husband's good friend, to tell him what had happened.

Cut to our group is meeting outside a house, somewhere at the top of a steep driveway. There are four of us, and the husband walks up (as a human now) in some sort of strange costume. I look at him carefully to see if he's simply joking around and has come to ask for our forgiveness but I can tell he's still drunk.

I feel very ashamed and angry at him.

Dream Journal - 12/27/04

2004-12-28T22:19:00.000-05:00

I'm in the stands at a minor league baseball game. My seat was in the lower level, so I was fairly close to eye level with the players.

I'm standing up and in the middle of a conversation with someone beside me, when I realize somebody on the field is throwing me a ball. I've been catching it in a mitt, but not really realizing I'm doing it. I'm not throwing it back, I just keep catching them over and over.

Finally, the guy on the field throwing the ball yells at me to throw them back. I look over and see it's former L.A Dodger skipper, Tommy Lasorda. He tells me to throw back the ball - I look in my glove and see the ball, pick it up and throw it. It goes wildly awry, so I look down and see another ball in the glove - I throw it, and it too goes wildly awry. Lasorda's getting upset with me, and I can tell people around me are starting to chuckle at the idiot who can't even throw a ball back into the infield.

I realize the ball is not really a baseball, but a light, hollow plastic Wiffleball - something that wouldn't sail 10 feet if you tossed it off a cliff. I throw it as hard as I can, it goes about 10 feet - then the wind catches it, and it sails wildly off. I'm getting frustrated, because I can't communicate that it's a stupid Whiffleball Lasorda's asking me to throw, and I'm also frustrated that noone in the stands - who are still laughing at me - can't see it either.

Memory

2004-12-23T09:27:00.000-05:00

Why do we forget our dreams? Why, upon waking from some imaginary journey of truly epic proportions, does it slip away like fog into the ether?

That happens to me almost every morning, with the exceptions being noted below. Last night I woke up with that particular feeling I'd dreamed something exceptional, but it instantly retreated safely back behind lock and key - teasing me, hinting from behind the door of memory that it bet I'd love to know what it was..

I guess short of hypnosis, I'll never know what the place was that I went, and what I experienced while I was there.

If I could just figure a way to improve my memory and recall, maybe that would help. I know of no such aids, though...anyone have any ideas?

Course, maybe the fact that when the kids are sleeping at the grandparents house and I get to sleep nude makes me have funny dreams....but that's just me. :)

Dream Journal - 12/19/04

2004-12-20T01:12:00.000-05:00

I was at an amusement park all day Saturday, and was quite cold and exhausted when I got home Saturday night. Went to bed at 11:30 pm.

The first part of my dream I don't recall any details. There is a strong feeling, though, that I was present at a struggle between good and evil. Possibly even a participant.

Next, I recall driving down a road in our van, with my son in the back seat. There is a violent storm raging around us, with numerous streak of lightning flashing all around us. I'm trying to get us out of the storm, when suddenly the sky clears and the sun comes out. It doesn't feel right, and I begin to feel suspicious.

A flock of birds are flying low to the ground in front of my. They fly right to left, crossing the path of my van. As they get in front of me, they are immediately sucked straight up. I realize with a start I'm seeing the first signs that I'm in a tornado.

I feel the van picked up off the road a couple of feet, then dropped back to the ground. As I frantically try to get off the road and find safe harbor, I see the swirl of a funnel cloud outside the car, and we are lifted off the road again. This time much higher, and for longer.

With a BOOM I find myself, my son and the van up in a tree where it has fallen and come to rest. The van is balanced precariously balanced in the branches, and I must get my son and myself to safety.

Segue to:

I'm with the rest of my family, and we're going back home to see what kind of damage the tornado did. In the dream, we live in an apartment (we have a house in real life. The apartment isn't one I've ever lifed in in my life, but it did seem familiar to me). As we enter our apartment, we see that a lot of our furniture is gone, and someone has seemed to have moved in new furniture. Our first immediate fear is that someone has stolen our belongings, then we have an idea our landlord, for some reason, thought we weren't returning, sold our belongings and re-rented the property.

It's then I realize we're on the wrong floor - our apartment is on the ground floor. We all troop downstairs and go in our apartment. The apartment seems to be mostly empty, and doesn't appear to have been lived in.

I glance into a room, and my mother-in-law lies dead on the floor.

Wake up! It's 1:30. What a very odd image, and it wakes me up. I feel very disconcerted, and wonder if I should have my wife call home to make sure her mom's ok. I decide that's not a good idea.

When I finally wake up later in the morning, I recall that the next dream sequence, I"m describing the tornado to someone, as if I were blogging it...

Well....

2004-12-17T16:13:00.000-05:00

I'm not sure I'm all that interested in keeping this blog up anymore. If you read it even semi-regularly, and want me to keep trying to remember and post my dreams, let me know.

Dream Journal - 12/02/04

2004-12-02T08:40:00.000-05:00

I dreamed I woke up in the bed in my old room at my parent's house. It was daylight. I rolled over, and I was lying in bed with a coworker of mine. She's about my age, and attractive, so it wasn't that jarring a prospect... I smile for a moment, remembering that we were sharing the bed just to sleep because there wasn't anywhere else for her to sleep. I spend a moment trying to figure a way to get closer to her (without LOOKING like I'm trying to get closer to her) when she suddenly wakes up. I act like I was just waking up and stretching myself when my mom walks into the room to get us up.

Dream Journal - 11/29/04

2004-11-29T15:14:00.000-05:00

Over the Thanksgiving holidays, I slept in Thursday, Friday and Saturday mornings and a bit later than normal on Sunday morning. As a result, I woke up in the middle of dreams (plus remembered others on waking in the middle of the night) almost each morning.

Unfortunately I didn't write them down, but there are a couple of moments I do remember:

I was outside my house (my current house! A first!) and we were trying to catch a stray dog and take him home with us. I remember getting close and finally picking the dog up - he was tame and nonresistant. He was grey and fairly large, and I had to wrap my arms around his middle to lift him. I took him inside the house.

The day before, my daughter had been chasing a grey stray cat around the front yard.

Another Disney dream. We were leaving the last park we were to visit on our trip, but still had one major show/ride to see. We were walking through a building complex, and the entrance to the show was on the right. We had to have a special ticket, and someone had given us a green "pass" to give to the box office, where we would be given a ticket. Through some doors ahead led to a long downward set of ramps, each leading to a green or blue ticket area. As I walked down the ramp, the ticket area had two large green balls on each side, about the size of bowling balls, which were used to show what color it was. There was a similar blue area to the left. I assume there were other colors around, but I don't think I saw any specifically. I made it to the booth, exchanged my "pass" for one of the green balls - it was not very heavy, but was hard like a bowling ball and about 2/3 the size. I was directed to exit through a door to the left, and back up a flight of stairs to the show entrance.

I went back up, handed them the ball at the entrance and went inside. The interior room was set up cabaret-style, and was much smaller than I anticipated. There was a stage with a curtain in front ahead of me. My son was sitting at one of the tables, so I joined him. I remember expressing my disappointment in the size of the theatre, compared to the hype for this "great show". Then my daughter woke me up :(

I would've liked to have seen the show, anyway...

Dream Journal - 11/20/04

2004-11-21T01:45:00.000-05:00

I sense a pattern emerging that is very interesting. Aliens.

Very short dream, that I remember. I had stepped outside of my parents' house (where I grew up) and looked up in the sky. It was a cloudy evening, and the sky looked threatening - there was a sense of foreboding.

Then I saw them - the ships coming out of the clouds. There had been UFO sightings recently, and the news reports had described what they looked like. Most "rational" people had denied their existence, and cast the eyewitnesses as crazy.

But there they were - two of them, round like two plates stacked together top rim to top rim (i.e. they bulged in the middle). They were twinkling with lights and appeared to hover together over my house.

I had a secret thrill at seeing the alien crafts, but the feeling quickly turned to fear and dread.

That's all I recall. Once again, my kids busted in and woke me up. Why can't a dad get a decent, long, dream-filled Saturday morning sleep? :)

This dream, coupled with yesterday's, the ALF thing, and the dream from several weeks ago about the aliens attacking the building I was in, seems to denote a pattern that I'm not certain of its meaning. In all the dreams, the aliens seemed to represent different things.

Another interesting pattern, and a lack of pattern that I just discovered, is that I dream often about my parents' house, which as I said before is the house where I grew up. I'm assuming it's a place I feel comfortable at (which it is) and I conjure it up as a defense mechanism against whatever my subconscious is throwing at me.

What's more interesting is the fact that I don't dream about my house now, where I live with my wife and kids. I need to look back over all my entries, but I don't recall having a dream since I started this journal that took place here at home. Does that mean I feel safer and more secure back at my parents' than here? Something I'm going to have to explore...

Dream Journal - 11/19/04

2004-11-19T13:23:00.000-05:00

I dreamed I was part of an expedition to another planet. I wasn't a pilot, but apparently a mission specialist or maybe colonist of some kind.

Our ship landed on what I believe was Mars, but it may have been some other alien world. As we all got off the ship to explore, I notice that the ground is red and dusty, and there seems to be no life. The "real" astronauts move ahead, and signal they've found something. The rest of us (there were several, and all in regular clothes - no spacesuits) hurry up to see.

There on the ground is a large, low circular platform and as we all crowd around and begin taking pictures, we see four humanoid figures lying on the platform, heads to the center and feet out to the four compass points. They appear to be in cold sleep.

Soon one of them rises and begins to speak to us.

I don't recall what they said. Fast forward to:

Several of us are underground, and the aliens have given us rooms. They've allowed us to change clothes. I put on some kind of thick, heavy black ceremonial looking robe, but one of them comes in and tells me, no - that's for later. Just put on something nice of your own for right now. I recall I brought some shirts and ties with me, and, as they suddenly appear in my suitcase in front of me, I begin to put them on.

There are others of my group in the room with me - I think I recognize them as people I know in Real Life, but I can't recall who they were. I have no qualms about changing in front of them.

Even though the aliens seem friendly and accomodating, I've had too much experience watching sci-fi movies and shows to trust them. If feel a vague sense of unease, though others tell me I'm fooling myself.

The Twilight Zone episode, "To Serve Man" comes to mind.

Dream Journal - 11/15/04

2004-11-15T16:41:00.000-05:00

I dreamed my son was on television, on either the Johnny Carson Show or the Jay Leno Show. Actually, I didn't know he was on until they introduced Robin Williams - who came out, sat down in the chair and proceeded to do some funny schtick with my son who turned out to be sitting next to him.

For some reason, my son seemed to be about 5 or 6 in the dream, a couple years younger than he is now.

I remember my wife and I watching the TV, and going crazy after seeing my son laughing it up with Robin Williams

Dream Journal - 11/05/04

2004-11-05T10:10:00.000-05:00

Two brief excerpts. I woke after them, but was unable to write them down - my pen was gone. Ah well - details lost to the ether...

I was working in a library. Actually, I believe I was helping convert an old room or an old building into a library. All I recall is that the room was full of wooden bookshelves, and I and lots of people were putting books on the shelves, and helping people find what they wanted.

Later, I recall standing with some people at the bottom of what might have been a well, or an excavation of some kind. Someone pointed behind me, I turned around and saw a giant tractor-trailer rig that had crashed over the side of the well and rested vertically at the bottom, against the wall.

Several of us were then up at the top, and together we all pulled (yes, pulled) the semi up and out of the pit. As we dragged it out and down the street that ran nearby, we saw there were other cars attached to the front by ropes so we were also pulling up a bunch of other things besides the rig. Eventually we got them all out, but the truck fell over on its side and crumpled.

Dream Journal - 11/02/04

2004-11-02T10:27:00.000-05:00

I was sitting at a table in a restaurant with several other people.

ALF was standing (?) at the table, and said, "You guys are the nicest humans I've ever met - this week! HAH!", and walked off.

I need to stop eating cats before bed....

Dream Journal - 10/31/04

2004-10-31T22:10:00.000-05:00

Well, it's been a while. Over a month since my last recordable dream.

This one has been one of the easiest to interpret, as well.

I dreamed I was in a convenience store - it seemed to be out in the boonies somewhere. My wife had wanted me to get her a Sprite, so I asked the lady at the counter where to get one. She said she didn't have any 20oz bottles left (my first request), but that there might be some 16oz cans in the cooler unit.

I walked over, opened the glass door of the unit and started poking around. There really weren't any other drinks in there - mostly just other refrigerable goods like cheese, meat, etc. Eventually I noticed some cans in the back on the top shelf, and I found a Sprite. I pulled it out. I recall it being cold and full.

Something distracted me, and when I came back to the task at hand, the Sprite was gone. I looked all around - back in the cooler, on the floor, all around me, but it was nowhere to be seen. I looked back into the cooler to see if I could find another one, but the only other Sprite was half-opened, and a bit crushed. I enlisted the help of a couple of the ladies working, and they assisted me searching for the can - to no avail.

I recall being very frustrated and angry with myself that I had lost the can of Sprite. I woke up just then, and was out of sorts for most of the rest of the morning with a feeling of failure and inadequacy.

This lingering feeling is what made the meaning of the dream quite plain. I find it very difficult to live up to my wife's expectations of me as a husband, as a father, and just as a partner. I'm constantly trying to do good things for her and the family, and I feel my efforts either fail, just don't measure up, or are ignored.

Couple that with the fact that she doesn't even like Sprite makes it confusing - am I trying to accomplish the wrong kind of tasks to win her respect?

And what does the crushed, half-open can I found later mean? I'm at a loss as to what that symbolizes.

This situation is a reality with me, and for the first recognizable time my emotions were dealt with in a dream. Interesting, and a bit enlightening....

The Well is Dry

2004-10-19T10:45:00.000-04:00

Sorry for the lack of posts, all you multitudinous readers (ha!).

There simply have been no dreams to report. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

But, it's consistent because I haven't gotten to bed before midnight since I got back from out of town. And it makes sense - if I get to bed at or before midnight, chances are I'll have a dream I can remember at least a bit of. If I don't, I don't.

So please don't give up on me. As soon as I remember something, I'll post it.

Dreamitus Interruptus

2004-10-12T16:48:00.000-04:00

Sorry about that... I was out of town for a week :)

I didn't take my journal with me, but I do remember dreaming:

1) I had fully choreographed, staged, and performed in a musical number based on a Disney song. I think I actually did choreograph it in my sleep. I wish I could remember it.

2) I was part of one faction fighting another faction in some kind of resistance movement, but we realized we each had a bigger enemy so I brokered a peace and we joined together to fight the real enemy...

3) I kissed a man.

Now if the unreality of that last one wasn't enough to make me realize I was dreaming, I'll never achieve lucidity...

Dream Journal - 09/20/04

2004-09-20T08:38:00.000-04:00

I am attending a buffet dinner for other people that were in my high school class 20 years ago. I already had my 20th reunion, and this dinner was for people who couldn't attend the first one.

As I'm going through the line, in front of me is this girl: Call her Terry. I (still) haven't seen her since graduation, and in the previous dream she looked exactly like she did when she was 18. This time, I don't recognize her (or I recognize her but for some reason am reticent to speak to her). She turns around as I get in the line and says something like, "******* [my last name, which she called me], do you remember me?." I look down at her (she's shorter than I am) and her hair looks much the same but, she's black. Or has a very, very, very dark tan. I'm put off by this (simply because she's not black in RL), and make small talk with her for a few moments as we go through the line.

Now, in normal folks looking to begin Lucid Dreaming, wouldn't this be an obvious "unreality" sign that they should use to tell themselves they're dreaming? Occasionally I get those images but either I'm enjoying my dream so much I don't want to wake up, or it just seems so natural I don't consider that I might be dreaming. Anyway, onward...

As I get my food and look for someplace to sit I see a woman with fiery red hair sitting at a table nearby. I think it's my best friend from high school (who I haven't seen for like, maybe 10-12 years) but again I am afraid to go and talk to her.

Eventually she comes up to me - call her Cathy.

Cathy and I had an interesting relationship in school. We were what you might call best buds, though we never "went out". She had an occasional boyfriend through school, but we hung out together all the time. She and I were in band and choir together so that was the basis of our friendship. I feel I probably should've invited her to the prom when we were seniors, but I was in love with her at the time (who was going with another guy) so I never asked Cathy, and ended up not even going. I don't think she went, either. I feel like, in retrospect, she probably wanted me to ask her. Needless to say, I probably have some unresolved issues with her.

What happens next is a little fuzzy, but eventually Cathy and I end up walking around outside down the street. The street is familiar to me - it's one we used to ride on together in the part of town where we grew up. In fact, it's the main road that connected the main neighborhoods where we both lived.

That's interesting - I didn't make out the significance of what street we were walking on till now.

We just walked and chatted with each other, I don't recall what it was about but the mood was reflective and meloncholy. I assume she looked much like she did in High School.

Eventually we end up laying in the grass on the side of the road, looking up at the sky and talking. I soon realize she is gone. I get up and look around for her, but she's disappeared.

I walk back to (what I thought was) the restaurant where the buffet dinner was being held, but it turns out to be her home. This home, however, is not the house she grew up in. It has a long, open living room and she and her mother are sitting on the couch watching TV. I come in and ask where she went, but she doesn't want to tell me.

I tell her I'm going back to the dinner, and try to leave out the back door. The first door I try leads to the garage, so I back up and try another door. I go out in the back yard and start walking.

From this point on the memories are garbled..

I'm walking in the grass behind the house, and come upon a ballfield. There's an outdoor volleyball court down a hill from where I'm walking, and some people invite me to play. I have to climb down over a wall to get into the court.

That's the end, as far as I can remember. If something further occurs to me, I'll post it.

One more thing: either before any of the dream started, or more likely concurrently. I dreamed when I was at the dinner, I was watching TV and saw Trapper John from the TV show M*A*S*H. He was working on a patient, and was presently joined by B.J. Honeycutt, the doctor that replaced him. I remember hearing an announcer on TV say this was the only episode where they appeared together. In reality, they never appeared together.

I've often considered my personality and style as very similar to B.J. I don't know if that's significant or not.

Dream Journal - 09/18/20

2004-09-18T13:40:00.000-04:00

I dreamed I was in a play. It seemed to be a professional production, but it was in a small theatre. I was the lead, and seemed to perform (acting and singing) above my normal capabilities. In other words, I was great :)

UPDATE: I remembered later that there was a very nice-looking young woman in the play with me. I was attracted to her, and we were becoming friends but I can't figure out why I didn't ask her out in the dream...

I do act and sing on stage in real life. I believe I am pretty good, but this guy in my dreams who was me was excellent.

Chalk Zone

2004-09-14T09:52:00.000-04:00

(from a comment I started on John's site, where I was expressing my jealousy of his dream recall ability)

I don't even recall those kind of details immediately on waking. It's like whatever I was dreaming about is immediately erased upon waking.

You know, say you draw a huge mural on a chalkboard. Then you take a big eraser and suddenly erase the whole thing as quickly as you can. When you're done, inevitably there are a couple of chalk marks left behind here and there, unrelated.

Those little chalk marks are what I recall on waking most of the time, if at all. If I'm extremely lucky, I'll remember enough to post one of my usual entries I've done online here. If I'm somewhat lucky, I'll remember a little chalk mark. Like last night:

All I remember when I woke is I was either watching or performing in a production of "Into the Woods".

That's the little Chalk Mark of the Day.

Dream Journal - 09/12/04

2004-09-13T09:18:00.000-04:00

I'm working in a some kind of technical office in a fairly large complex (again). I can't tell if I'm in a high-rise (since I've never worked in one) but I wouldn't be surprised if I were. All I remember is I come to work and sit at my desk that's with a group of other workers out in the open, and being (playfully) chastised by my co-workers for not wearing a white shirt on White Shirt day. I look down and my shirt is orange. I remember it was White Shirt day, but forgot to wear one.

This snippit-and-that's-all dream recall is for the birds. I want a real dream, dangit, not these two minute teasers.

Dream Journal - 09/11/04

2004-09-12T01:37:00.000-04:00

I dreamed I had come from out of town to coach a small-town baseball or soccer team. I recall walking with some of the team members around the downtown area and went into one store in particular. I don't recall anything about it, only that we spent some time there.

The town was almost Mayberry-esque, almost an old west (but fairly modern) feel.

There may be more - I wrote the dream impressions down just as I woke up, but I've misplaced the paper. When I find it, and if there was more, I'll edit.

Hi and Welcome

2004-09-08T21:59:00.000-04:00

I've noticed my traffic has picked up a bit lately, and that's great. If you've been visiting more or less regularly - thank you! I'd really love to know something about who's visiting - I'd like to invite you all to leave a comment and either introduce yourself, or at least let me know how you found out about DreamQuest.

My nick is Lachesis, and thanks for visiting.

Dream Journal - 09/03/04

2004-09-03T11:06:00.000-04:00

I dreamed about "her" again (old friend from here and here). I remember nothing at all about the dream, only that she was in it.

What does that mean? Obviously my subconscious is trying to teach me something by using her personality or situation, but I don't know what it is.

Dream Journal - 09/02/04

2004-09-02T14:04:00.000-04:00

I was at school at a University. I remember walking to class somewhere in a very big quad of several buildings.

I recall realizing I had a volleyball class with all girls.... :) Then I realized I had brought no clothes to change into for volleyball so I went home to get some.

Home (in the dream) was my house where I grew up, and my brother was there - in some kind of military uniform. I remember looking for some clothes to wear to play volleyball when I woke up.

This school/university has appeared in various permutations several times in my dreams over the years, I believe.

My brother was never in the military.

The house where I grew up seems to figure prominently in some dreams, as well.

Dream Journal - 08/29/04

2004-08-29T22:53:00.000-04:00

Another Disney dream. I dreamed I had somehow sneaked or slipped into Walt Disney World, or possible EPCOT Center. I remember standing around inside what (in my mind) was the "It's A Small World" ride, although it actually wasn't. More of a generic dark ride - cars on a track, people get in, travel up small hills and into tunnels.

I also remember wanting to ride, but I knew I needed to exit the park and come back in with a ticket, or my FastPass wouldn't work (a special line-cutting feature now available at Walt Disney World).

That's all I can recall. Usually my Disney dreams are more "epic" and vivid, but I must've woken from this one in the middle of it.

Dream Journal - 08/28/04

2004-08-28T22:53:00.000-04:00

Pardon me if this seems a bit graphic. I had the first truly sexual dream last night that I can remember, especially since I started recording them in this journal. When I say sexual, I mean there was sex between me and a woman in the dream.

All I can really remember is it was me and yet another old friend of mine from high school. I haven't seen her in twenty years, probably, but I do remember being attracted to her in school. We were in bed in my old room at my parents house, and strangely enough my wife was asleep in the bed next to us.

I don't recall a lot about the actual, well, details, although I do know there were a variety of positions. It was also both oral and regular as well.

At one point, her face changed to the face of another woman I didn't quite recognize, but it changed back later.

What was odd was that while I remember the sensations somewhat, I don't recall getting physically stimulated in my sleep (you know what I mean). While I recall it being pleasurable, it was more like I was disconnected - watching myself and her on a movie and experiencing it vicariously, rather than actually being there "in the flesh".

I woke up pleased that I was able to "break through" that barrier, but at the same time disappointed I wasn't really able to enjoy it :(

Dream Journal - 08/27/04

2004-08-27T11:16:00.000-04:00

I really wish my dreams would stick with me at least for a little while, so I can capture them on paper or this online journal.

Last night I had a pretty epic dream - I'll get to what I can remember of it in a second. But even moments after I woke up and began to recall it, whole sections had already begun to drop out of my memory. Ever watch a movie, and something happen to the reel so the film stops spooling through the chamber, but the light is still on? The light is so hot and bright, it immediately starts to melt the film. That's what my memory feels like on waking - like the movie of my dream is spooling along, and the hot light of waking up melts the memories away.

I think Sam and Al on Quantum Leap said it best - Sam's memory was "swiss-cheesed" because of his leaping through time. That's what my dream memories feel like sometimes.

Anyway, what I can recall:

I was shipwrecked with a group of people on an island. Running through my head was that I was in the middle of a modern-day "Gilligan's Island" remake, but it was a drama. As we fanned out to explore the island, we came upon what seemed to be a small school campus of buildings. All were deserted, and had been for some time. I remember the buildings containing school supplies, papers, etc.

SWISS CHEESE - SWISS CHEESE

I had started to watch "Raptor Island" on the Sci-Fi channel earlier in the evening, which starts off with a plane crash on a desert island, then later a group of soldiers land on an island. The movie was so bad I turned it off ;)

Dream Journal - 08/23/04

2004-08-24T14:51:00.000-04:00

Two dreams recalled.

The first I was with a current coworker that I've dreamed of before, and she and I were working in a computer center of some kind. Eventually she leaves and begins IM'ing me through the PC, using an old kind of chat application - like Whoopi Goldberg used in "Jumping Jack Flash". Another co-worker was needing something to do with power cords...

The second dream was clearer. I had just finished attending a social event of some kind downtown in a large city. It was night time, and cool and damp as if it had just rained recently. An old female friend of mine - whom, strangley enough, I've also dreamed of before...and even more strangely has the same name as the girl in the first dream - was heading out and I offered to give her a ride home. She agreed, but needed to stop by her hotel downtown first and would be right back.

I dropped her off in front of the hotel and she got out. For some reason, I didn't want to, or was not allowed to idle on the street and wait for her so I began to circle the block.

I pulled into what seemed to be a parking garage. I could see the front of the hotel through the open spaces of the garage. I apparently wasn't paying attention to what I was doing and sideswiped one of two cars that were parked near the entrance.

I got out and began surveying the damage with the owners who happened to be nearby. For some reason, I was adamant that my friend not find out I'd done this.

The second dream was sparked by recent events. I actually did attend a social event with this old friend of mine, and we did ride together to and from the event.

Dream Journal - 08/16/04

2004-08-17T15:36:00.000-04:00

I was with a group of college-age people, apparently out at a ranch or cabin in the woods. We were all friends, and a couple of the women I could tell were attracted to me. Several of the guys and I were out in the field playing frisbee, or football or something, and I had taken my shirt off to play. I could tell that I was getting some appreciative looks...

Now, I'm not buff by any stretch of the imagination. By the same token my upper chest region is probably one of my better features - so I've been told - so it wasn't that strange a thing to have happen.

When we finished playing, I went back to the cabin and laid down outside against a wall. Two of the women came over and laid down on either side of me, leaning on me. Both were beginning to get rather amorous - at least, until, I lifted my hand to show them my wedding ring and told them to remember I was married...

They stopped. And I woke up.

I also recall at one point I had lost a tooth - a canine, apparently - but it was long and pointed, almost like a very thin snake fang. I remember holding it in my hand and wondering why it was ever in my mouth...

Even in my dreams, my values are prevalent.

Dream Journal - 08/15/04

2004-08-17T15:29:00.000-04:00

All I remember from a dream snippet is that I was arguing with my wife, and she was crying uncontrollably. I don't know what we were arguing about, or discussing.

I didn't like this dream.

Dream Journal - 08/12/04

2004-08-12T15:39:00.001-04:00

I was watching an episode of Friends on TV. I don't recall the particulars of the episode (it may have been a memory of an actual episode, since I'm a fan, or it may have been made up entirely). At some point, Chandler (Matthew Perry), who is my favorite character on the show, gets a closeup and is looking at the screen and talking.

But his voice isn't coming out of his mouth - it's a dubbed voice, and whatever he's talking about has been re-dubbed to mention several locations in my town where I live. I got the idea that it had been done all over, so whereever people were watching, "Chandler" was talking about their town.

If that wasn't weird enough...

I dreamed I was robbing a house. I had gotten stuck in the house when the owners returned, so I sneaked in a door - turns out there were stairs leading down. I went down the stairs into an apartment below, fully furnished.

I messed around a little down there for a while, waiting for the owners to leave so I could escape when the door opened and someone started coming down the stairs.

Next thing I know, I'm dressed as a clown.

Yes. A clown.

And I'm leaning against the refrigerator in the kitchen, trying to appear as if I'm a mannequin or a dummy and belong in the room. I stand perfectly still while the owner (a male, same age as myself, but I don't recognize him) wanders about the downstairs. Eventually he comes over and looks at me (hey, doesn't everyone have a clown in their apartment?) And he realizes who I am. Curiously, he's not angry and we joke about it.

Soon after, my (real life) wife and a coworker of mine (female) come down the stairs into the apartment. I freeze again, and the three of them chat for a few moments. It appears my wife and co-worker are preparing to go somewhere, for they're gathering their purses together, etc. My wife comes over to me, studies me intently (I'm still trying to appear frozen) and pokes me on top of the head. She smiles slyly for a moment, walks away and starts to looks back.

I'm now writing in a checkbook (???) and suddenly stop again, freezing. She walks back over and says something to me that reveals she knows it's me. I relax, laughing, and in that flood of relief and emotion I wake up.

Dream Journal - 08/06/04

2004-08-06T16:17:00.000-04:00

I really wish I had better dream recall. I just don't have the time to write detailed notes down in the morning... it's just impossible with the way my family goes about their morning business. I have to be dad too quick. I know sometimes I have very elaborate dreams that slip away like sand too fast...

Last night I dreamed something about riding in a car with people who had guns, and there was a shootout. And the back left tire blew. That maybe nothing more than my paranoia, because the back left tire on my car keeps leeching air.

Then I dreamed I was playing a video game - something like Asteroids, but in color.

????

Dream Journal - 08/02/04

2004-08-02T09:10:00.000-04:00

Well, the dry spell has taken at least a temporary siesta. Last night's was fun, if confusing...

This dream seemed to have a reset button.

I dreamed I was in a large building with high ceilings like a huge Target or a supermarket. A crowd of people were inside, some sitting at tables, others lounging around. There seemed to be a lot of futuristic equipment inside. Oh yes, we were also being attacked by aliens.

Well, attacked is a strong word. Outside the building aliens were talking to us, making threats and demands. I and my trusty R2 unit (from Star Wars) were among the folks in the building.

Well, that's the background. Apparently I dreamed this part earlier in the dream because the part I actually recall is this:

I'm in the same location, at the beginning of the "scenario" - the aliens have yet to appear and start threatening us. But as it begins, I recall it having happened before and I realize it's a scenario - a live role playing game, or a holodeck. The action is not real, but I'm free to take part in it and play my role.

I recall getting up, grabbing what alternately became either a Laser Tag gun or a squirt gun, and disappeared into a maze of corridors where we all ran and shot at each other. The "James Bond" aspect was very life-like and very exciting.

At one point, I recall running into a medium height, dark-haired woman who was shooting at me as we passed each other. We then turned around to look at each other quizzicaly, as if we knew each other or there was some odd connection. I continued on through the corridors playing Laser Tag/water gun tag.

Eventually I emerged from the corridor maze back into the main area. People still all around. I sensed someone with me, behind me - another presence but I didn't look around to see and it didn't bother me. In front of me were several beautiful young women, and one started talking to me in an Irish accent. I said, in an Irish accent of my own, "Ah, you're Irish lasses?" They smiled and invited me to join their choir.

Yes, choir. I walked around behind where they were standing, and there were guys there too. One of them handed me a piece of sheet music, and they started to sing.

Now, this is wonderfully odd. I am a singer and musician, and an excellent sight-reader (meaning I can sing a song very quickly just by reading the music). I am also in a choir. What's amazing is that, although it's gone now, upon waking I could recall the tune of the music, and what the sheet of paper with the notes on it looked like. I even recall a particularly difficult couple of measures - but I don't recall ever hearing of seeing the song or the music before. Apparently I am composing my own music in my dreams. Awesome!

After the singing was finished, I moved on around the front of the room. I recall taking my R2 unit (which was smaller than life-size, actually it was the same size as the 3D Puzzle of him I have on my computer desk) and crouching in front of a table of people eating dinner, near the front of the building. They watched me quizzically as I listened to the aliens talk.

That's the end. What an interesting dream...

My interpretation: is this the beginnings of lucidity? In the dream, I live through the experience once, then live through it again. The second time I recognize it's not real but a role-playing game. Does this mean my subconsciousness is recognizing that dreams aren't real, and I can begin to participate of my own free will and not follow a "script"? More hope for the future...

Incidentally, I got in bed about 12:30 and slept like a rock until 7am.

Interpretations:

Building: Dreaming of a building, represents the self and the body. How high you are in the building indicates a rising level of understanding or awareness. If you are in the lower levels of the building, then it refers to more primal attitudes and/or sexuality.

Invasion: Dreaming of an invasion, represents your need to be more assertive. Stand up for yourself and let your voice be known.

Aliens: When you dream that you are surrounded by aliens is an indication that you might be finding some difficulties ajusting to a new environment, new people or a new job.

Maze: Dreaming that you are in a maze indicates that you need to deal with the task on hand at a more direct level. You are making the situation harder than it really is. Alternatively, the maze may symbolize your life and its twists and turns.

Foreigner: Seeing a foreigner in your dream, represents an aspect of yourself that is unfamiliar or strange to you. You may be neglecting or ignoring some important feelings or talents.

Choir: Dreaming that you are singing in a choir, symbolizes spiritual harmony and balance. It also refers to your ability to work and cooperate with others.

Table: Seeing a table in your dream, represents social unity and the potential for a meeting or gathering. It refers to your social and family connections. If the table is broken or not functional, then it suggests some dissension in a group. Perhaps there is something you cannot hold inside any longer and need to bring it out in the open.

Dream Journal - 08/01/04

2004-08-01T10:36:00.000-04:00

We were to pick up someone this morning for church. She lives at our local university, where I went to school some *ahem* years ago.

I dreamed I was driving down the main road that passed the residence hall where I used to live on campus (the same one she lives in now). The road was not exactly the right road, but in the dream I knew it to be correct. The sun was shining, the scene was idyllic - a sort of downtown small-town Americana, one of almost pristine cleanliness. As I rode down the street, I saw walking down the sidewalk one of my best friends from that time of my life. We waved cheerfully at each other and I drove on.

I passed the residence hall for some reason and continued driving down the road. At the end of the road, I encountered the "town square" and there was a traffic circle in the middle. As I drove around the circle, intending to head back the way I came I noticed the road that went back in the opposite direction I had just traveled was a different road. I looked down it and saw the buildings weren't quite as lovely, and were unfamiliar. I don't know if I then woke up or my dream changed because I refused to continue on down that road but that's all I recall.

Interpretations:

Road: Seeing a road in your dream indicates your sense of direction and pursuit of your goals. Seeing a smooth road bordered by green trees and flowers indicates a steady progress and steady climb up the social ladder. If the road is straight and narrow, then it means that your path to success is going according as planned. If the road is dark, then it reflects the darker or more frightening choices which you have made or are making.

Friend: Seeing your friends in your dream means aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to integrate these rejected part of yourself. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Additionally, this symbol foretells of happy tidings from them and the arrival of good news. Seeing your childhood friend in your dream means regression into your past where you had no responsibilities and things were much simpler and carefree. You may be wanting to escape the the pressures and stresses of adulthood. Consider the relationship you had with this friend and the lessons that were learned.

Longer Dry Spell...

2004-07-29T16:07:00.000-04:00

But I haven't gotten in bed before 1am the last several days, which I'm sure has something to do with it.

I did have a brief dream last night, and all I remember is:

I was talking to someone, and asked how much their medical procedure cost. They either held up a piece of paper or the total flashed on the screen - $4,000,000,000!!!

That's "billion" with a "B". I'd hate to be his insurance carrier..

Dream Journal - 07/22/04

2004-07-22T09:23:00.000-04:00

I woke up this morning and my wife said, "What in the world did you dream about last night? About 3:30 you hollered something out and woke me up!"

I recall a dream where I could hear a voice coming out of the A/C vent in the floor of our bedroom. I knelt down, trembling, and heard something talking, saying disturbing things that I don't recall now..

Maybe that was the cause of the shout, but I don't know if I dreamed that before or after. I do remember calling out, because I remember waking slightly, feeling like I have to say something and not being able to move my mouth. I struggled groggily then finally got my jaw to move and sound to come out. I remember my wife stirring, but I must've gone back to sleep immediately after.

Maybe my first new experience with sleep paralysis (though I remember it happening years ago). Maybe that's another step in the right direction.

Interpretations:

Voices: Hearing angry and high-pitched voices in your dream indicates disappointments and unfavorable situations. Hearing voices that is barely audible indicates that you need to listen more carefully and pay attention to your inner needs.

Dream Journal - 07/20/04

2004-07-20T09:48:00.000-04:00

Couldn't sleep well last night. I have trouble sleeping when I try to go to bed before I'm sleepy (12am this time) - toss and turn a lot.

I remember I was in charge of a small aquarium in a museum. Someone - some kid - had reached into the aquarium and swirled around all the rocks at the bottom. I had to give him a lecture about how the gravel helps keep the tank clean by filtering the waste, etc.

Something I haven't thought consciously about since I actually owned a small tank several years ago.

Then I'm lying in my bed in an unfamiliar room. My father-in-law is sitting in a chair across the room in the near-dark, chatting with me about aquariums and when we'd gotten them. I tell him my wife and I first got one when our son was small, not later when our daughter was born.

Finally:

Someone was on my back, a large child or small adult. I thought it might've been a woman, so I felt around and held onto the back of their leg. They hopped down and it was a preteen boy from my church. He just grinned at me.

I woke up then and realized I was lying on my side and my wife was aslep, "spooning" me from behind. Ah.

Dream Journal - 07/19/04

2004-07-19T09:55:00.000-04:00

Word of background: I've taken two cruises, both on Carnival.

This dream is a bit unusual for me, and I wish I had more recall of it. All I have now are vague images so I'll try and write what I do recall.

There was an incident on a cruise ship I was on. After the incident had passed, I was telling other people about what happened (that or giving a statement to police, I don't recall). I remember going over each step of what happened one by one, so it's interesting I got to relive the dream while still in the dream.

Now, when I'm actually trying to relate the sequence of events, I can't.

All I remember is: a) Standing on some steps outside the boarding ramp of the ship, and I and other passengers noticed water rising around us. b) I remember running up some other wide steps away from the ship, and there was an explosion - not so much heat and light, but force - like maybe something had rammed it, or it had collapsed.

I remember the dream being very vivid, because when I related the details (in the dream) I was able to say, step by step, what had happened.

Now I can't :(

Welcome and thoughts...

2004-07-18T23:05:00.000-04:00

First of all, welcome to those visiting from the Yahoo! Deep Dreaming Group. I hope you enjoy my site, and can give some insight to my dreams.

Just an observation: the last two nights I've stayed up to close to 2am on the internet. Saturday morning I slept till almost 10 (off and on) and this morning I slept till almost 8:30. Neither morning did I recall any dreams.

So, almost regardless of how many actual hours of sleep I get, the time I get to bed seems to affect my dream recall a great deal. The earlier I go to bed, the better chance.

Oh, does anyone have any success with Vitamin B6 for inducing either more vivid regular dreams or Lucid dreams?

Dream Journal - 07/15/04

2004-07-15T13:37:00.000-04:00

I was at a large banquet, tons of people. The atmosphere was fairly festive, yet not celebrative. People were content. The rectangular tables all seemed to connect together, and snake around so every table touched another table. They were covered in white cloths.

My son and I were there, although sitting a few seats apart. I recall a number of movie stars were there, although I only recall two in particular. Alan Rickman was serving us our dinner, and I told me son, "Look! It's Professor Snape!". Then I saw Christopher Lee sitting a few tables away from us, and I told my son, "Look! It's Count Dooku!" I tried to remember the name of the character he played in Lord of the Rings but couldn't at the time (I do now - it's Saruman).

Dream Journal - 07/13/04

2004-07-13T12:38:00.000-04:00

This was an interesting one. I felt like I was fully participating, rather than "watching a movie".

I dreamed I was back in Little League, on the same ball field I played when I was kid. I was sitting in the third base dugout (apparently I wasn't starting) and our team was in the field for a very long top of the first inning. There were apparently a number of batters from the other team and I watched us play, but don't recall any specific plays.

When our team finally came in to bat, I recall one of our players (Stan, a real kid I used to play with who was a killer pitcher and first baseman) bunted a ball clear over the shortshop's head and into left field. In the confusion he ran all the way to third, overshot, and had to scramble back.

The only other thing about the game I recall was a foul ball almost hitting me while I was sitting at the edge of the dugout.

The field, the players, the "feeling" - very authentic and real like I remember it. It was nice and refreshing to revisit my youngster baseball days, at least briefly - although it wasn't a Lucid Dream, it was still good.

Immediately segue to:

I'm home in a new house. Not a house I recognize. My dad is there, and he's asking me for a glass of water. I go to the kitchen to look for a glass. I open the fridge for some reason - there are glasses in there, but they're half full of liquids. Over the stove is an open cabinet with glasses. I fill one with water and give it to him.

He asks me if I remember a street in my town named Xxxxx (a real street name that I can't recall now). I remembered it, and told him another street name Yyyyyy (another real street). Then I told him I thought a friend of mine lives on that street--

Then the alarm went off and I woke up. I would've liked to knowwhere that would've ended up...

Dream Journal - 07/11/04

2004-07-11T23:31:00.000-04:00

This is the first opportunity I've had to notice three distinctly different dreams. I went to bed last night around 1:30am, but got up around 9:00 this morning.

1st Dream: All I recall is having something to do with being under a very large spreading tree. That's the only image I recall, but it was very distinct.

2nd Dream: This I remember most clearly. There were a number of stick or rod puppets placed around my office area. It actually wasn't my office -- it was a bit more stark and antiseptic, more like a doctor's office -- but in the dream I knew it to be mine. I and another person (female?) picked up the puppets and walked around with them, making them talk.

Then perhaps some time passed, and I was walking into my younger brother's room. His room was very hi-tech -- lots of sound and video equipment, and computers. I was gathering some CD's, DVD's and CD-ROM's that belonged to me, actually removing some of them from the components. As I was boxing them up in their boxes, my brother came in with some of his friends.

My brother's actual room never looked like that, nor did I recognize the person who was my "brother" or his friends. I do have a younger brother, but that wasn't him. Again, as in the first part, in the dream somehow I accepted who the person was.

3rd Dream: I was watching, or perhaps participating in, a Lion King sequel starting Timon's (the meerkat) brother - his name was Timon backwards, something like Nomit, but that wasn't exactly it. I watched Nomit jumping from either a crashing building or a sinking ship into the ocean.

Sometimes I fear for my sanity ;)

Sorry about that

2004-07-10T23:09:00.000-04:00

I apologize for the break in posting - I've been out of town and haven't been able to keep up.

Being out of the regular routine meant sleeping longer at a time and waking up later, which meant dreams of some kind almost every night. None lucid that I recall, but compared to my dreamlife only a few short months ago, this is amazing progress.

I didn't take my dream journal with me, so I couldn't write anything down - it might've been helpful, but the simple fact that I'm dreaming with regularity now, and remembering them for the most part, is a great confidence booster.

I will attempt to follow a similar schedule and get in bed earlier. Not tonight, though :) Hopefully more journal entries - maybe with multiple dreams - will follow in the days to come.

Those that have visited, and continue to visit - thank you. Please, please offer comments on what you think might be dreamsigns and other important nuggets of information that can be gleaned from my entries. Thanks.

Dream Recall

2004-07-02T16:14:00.000-04:00

One of the biggest factors in bringing about Lucid Dreaming is good dream recall. That's been a real problem for me. My lifestyle is such that, with two young children who enjoy bouncing on daddy in the bed first thing in the morning, proper waking and reflection is a problem.

Add to that the fact that evening is "my time" and I enjoy staying up to read, watch TV, surf the web or play computer games on my PC. Consequently I only get about 5-6 hours of sleep a night.

Reading up about the sleep cycles, it's evident that the longer you sleep the better rested you are and the more opportunities for dream sleep. I need to overcome my desire for late nights in order to get more sleep.

Back to the mornings, I know this morning I was in the middle of a dream when I woke up - to my youngest clambering around wanting me to tell her how to turn on the DVD for Lilo and Stitch downstairs. By the time I unfogged my brain and told her to bring me the remotes, and I'd shown her how to do it, any possible hold I might've had on the dream images was gone. Slipped away like smoke.

Welcome!

2004-06-30T16:25:00.000-04:00

Welcome to everyone visiting from the Lucid Dreaming Yahoo! Group and the DreamViews Lucid Dreaming Forum. Feel free to read all you want, and comment on anything you feel is noteworthy. I'll be updating the site every time I have a dream, so hopefully if I keep having success the site will keep growing...

Right now, I've never achieved Lucidity to my knowledge, and until I recently started pursuing this goal, I have had a great deal of trouble remembering any of my dreams. This seems to be changing for the better in the last two months, so hopefully there will be more success in the future.

Again, welcome!

Dream Journal - 06/28/04

2004-06-28T08:40:00.000-04:00

All I can recall of this dream was riding in something like a wooden rollercoaster. It wasn't moving at breakneak speeds like a regular rollercoaster, but more sedately like a monorail. I got the impression I was traveling from one place to another. In the car was a TV, and we were watching the scene behind us of the previous tracks we'd just gone over burning, exploding and crashing in heaps. And we were just outrunning the destruction.

Dream Journal - 06/27/04

2004-06-27T08:00:00.000-04:00

A friend of mine who's told me often of her exercise routines was leading me around through a health club. I knew in my mind it was the one she attends regularly, but since I've never actually been there it looked more like they put a bunch of weights and exercise equipment into a large restaurant. The ceilings were low, the lights were dim, and people were all around working out in the shadows. She was leading me around through several rooms and hallways. That's all I remember when I woke up.

Seems to me like a familiar person is leading me through an unfamiliar and shadowy place. What does that mean?

Slight Dry Spell...

2004-06-25T09:25:00.000-04:00

Dream Journal - Unknown

2004-06-23T09:24:00.000-04:00

In the Dream Journal I keep by my bed to record dreams upon waking, sometimes I'll go several days before actually transcribing them in context. Consequently the pages are filled with half-asleep stream-of-consciousness chicken scratching that requires quick transcribing while the dreams are fresh.

In transcribing the last couple of days (see here and here) I found a page I hadn't gotten down. I relate the exact contents of the text below, as it's written on the page:

"Clone"

Dollywood

(A female friend's name)

Baker Boys

No 3rd (illegible - possibly "ticket")

Box of Popcorn

(My two cats' names) in out

Indian

Dogs

(A male friend's name) back of restaurant

I haven't the slightest idea what that dream was about....

Dream Journal - 06/23/04

2004-06-23T08:51:00.000-04:00

I woke up this morning around 5:30-5:45. I'd apparently been dreaming, I could feel the, um, residual effects but couldn't remember anything so I went back to sleep. Apparently the fact that your dreaming periods within each consecutive 90-minute cycle increase as they go along is true, because I woke again in the middle of the following dream at about 6:45 (only about an hour later).

I was walking alone down a street, at night, presumably in a large city. I apparently was going to go see Jerry Seinfeld (?) and walked up to his apartment door. Someone or something there told me he wasn't home, but I should go visit his restaurant down the street. I continued down the street to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. I don't recall it having a name, but I knew it was Jerry's. I peeked my head inside, and from the outside it looked like a diner - I believe I noticed a food counter with a cash register. I entered cautiously, not really sure whether I wanted to get a table. From the inside the interior changed fairly dramatically, and there were plants everywhere and lots of (fairly) elegant tables.

I moved over to a small table near the front where a young woman was sitting - she was apparently a cashier as well, and there was a cash register with her. I sat down at the table and ordered something (probably wasn't coffee - I don't drink coffee) and offered to pay for it with cash. She was very pleasant, but remarked that they only took credit cards - not cash. I was flabbergasted, and had never heard of anyone not taking cash.

Is this one of those 'slight unreality moments' crying out to notify me, "Hey - something's off! This is a dream!" ?

The next moment I'm sitting at another table in the restaurant with several people I don't know, but sitting across from me is Vicky Lawrence. Her hair looks unkempt, very different from her normal style - almost as if it weren't washed. I remarked that I'd seen "The Carol Burnett Show Reunion" the other day, and liked it very much. She was friendly, but rolled her eyes at the memory - apparently the reunion show had been a pain for her. I told her I switched between it and the Dick Van Dyke Show Reunion that was on at the same time.

In real life, I had watched and enjoyed both of those shows but they were not on at the same time - about a week apart, I believe. And both on CBS, so I couldn't have switched between them.

This dream was fairly real and vivid - of course, vivid to me may be a relative term, likely not having experienced what a lot of Lucid Dreamers would consider a "vivid" dream.

Dream Journal - 06/20/04

2004-06-21T10:32:00.000-04:00

I had a humdinger of a dream Saturday night/Sunday morning. It was actually a middle-of-the-night, wake-up-when-it-finished type of dream, which are very rare for me. I can't help feel this is progress.

Fortunately, I was able to jot down several pertinent facts in my small journal I keep by my bed. More fortunately, I had had the forethought to flip the page to a blank one the last time I used it, so I didn't overwrite my previous dream in the pitch dark. Unfortunately, I meant to bring the journal to work so I could transcribe it online, but I forgot. Will do it tonight or tomorrow.

Suffice for now, the dream had to do with me performing onstage, unprepared (an older recurring dream) and dodging a rainstorm of rubber chess pieces.

UPDATE: Ok here it is:

(Note: I frequently work in theatre, both amateur and professional)

I was rehearsing for a musical onstage at an auditorium of the University I used to go to (in fact, I used to work backstage in RL at this particular auditorium) I knew the name of the play, but the character I was playing doesn't actually exist in the show. His name was Clark, and one of the numbers he does required him to use a typewriter during the song - he seems to be a secretary/clerk (clerk/Clark?) and the rhythm of the typewriter keys clacking fit in the song. Anyway, I was in the seats waiting for my cue - it came and went and I didn't make it on stage.

Later I'm running outside through a breezeway at school and it's beginning to rain. Except it's not really rain. I see dozens of small brown objects fall from the sky and bounce all over the ground. The area outside the breezeway is being deluged with them. I go over and pick one of them up - it's a small, brown rubber figurine, intricately carved or molded. I turn it over and over in my hand and finally realize that it's a chess piece (a knight I believe - it would be the most obvious chess piece). I then recall (in the dream) that this is the second time something strange has been rained lately...

Finally I recall going up an exterior stairwell to an office or studio. There are homeless people laying about on the stairs and around the floor. Someone or something tells me only certain of the homeless can be spoken to, or let inside the office.

Then I'm back in the auditorium, up in the light booth, watching the play rehearsal. There are a couple of people in the booth running lights and sound. I lean forward between the lights and sound board, and against the wall behind them there's a faucet. I accidently hit the tap, and water starts coming out, dousing the table the boards are sitting on. I turn it off quickly, and clean the water up.

Strangely, I woke up and had to go to the bathroom....

Dream Journal - 06/18/04

2004-06-18T08:30:00.000-04:00

Just a couple short snippets. I woke up with a very sore shoulder and neck, so that took a lot of attention when I came out of the dream this morning...

Yesterday I read the 9/11 Commission's report on the circumstances of that day. I apparently dreamed about reading them, and felt very frustrated and angry. No particular actions to the dream, although I may have been watching a presentation on a very large screen or board.

After that, I dreamed I got a phone call. I answered, and a voice said, "Ok guys - go ahead..." A moment passed, and then, "HI MR. ______________"!!! The sounds of a 15-year-old boy and a 10-year-old boy greetings came through the phone. Their mom had called from her cell phone in the car to get them to tell me hi.

I have no idea who the kids are, but the mom is a friend of mine who has no kids, and is very happy to keep it that way....

Disney Dreams Defined

2004-06-16T11:26:00.001-04:00

The only thing can I could truly define as a "recurring" dream is what I call my "Disney Dreams (tm)"

I don't have them that often, and not as often as I used to, but simply put I dream that I, and often my family are visiting DisneyWorld. Or a reasonable facsimile thereof. In fact, more often than not it's a deliberate misrepresentation of DisneyWorld. Sometimes there are carnival rides, very often the layout is all rearranged, sometimes it's even downtown and not in Orlando. Sometimes it's Epcot, sometimes the Magic Kingdom, sometimes mixtures of the two or more.

The details and plots of the dreams always vary, but the location doesn't.

So when I mention a "Disney Dream (tm)" you know what I mean.

Dream Journal - 06/15/04

2004-06-15T13:26:00.000-04:00

I will attempt to go back and re-record some of my more recent dreams, but I'll start with this one that I had last night. I'm getting ready for my 20th year class reunion this fall, and I dreamed last night I was there.

All I remember of the dream is seeing a female classmate I haven't seen since graduation. This particular girl I had a huge crush on in Junior High, though the attraction didn't really last through Senior High (although we became better friends).

She was perhaps my first love - in Junior High terms, that is.

There she was, at the reunion. In real life she's very short - perhaps 5'1" - and had long jet-black hair. And that was exactly as I saw her in the dream. I even commented to her, amazed, that she hadn't changed a bit. I gave her a big hug and actually picked her up. She may have wrapped her legs around me, I can't be sure, but she didn't seem to weigh anything. She was as glad to see me as I was her.

And that was all I remember. I do know there were other people around, also saying how glad they were to see her, but I don't recall any others in particular.

What should've been a reality check for me was her 18-year-old appearance (instead of 38) but since I haven't seen her for twenty years, that's all I know that she looks like. My mind somehow justified the dichotomy by rationalizing that she just hadn't aged that much.

Actual First Post

2004-06-15T13:17:00.000-04:00

This is the first post in my Dream site.

I have, for many years, been unable to remember or control my dreams.

I have recently become quite interested in the science and art of dreams, and how they can be used to improve my life.

This site is the chronicle of my journey. I hope you enjoy it.

Note: All the entries prior to this one chronologically were entered at a later date, as I transcribe the dreams from my notes.

Dream Journal - 06/12/04

2004-06-12T10:36:00.000-04:00

There's a girl that I was good friends with in high school, and had a crush on for a while our senior year. I've been talking to her recently about our upcoming 20th reunion and the death of one of our classmates, so she was fresh on my mind.

I dreamed she and I were together in some kind of neighborhood - sort of a quaint suburban almost Stepfordish place. Anyway, I don't remember details, except for the very last thing - I had picked her up facing me, and was holding with both hands her under her rear, and she had her legs wrapped around my waist. I remember her asking me, "Well? Do you finally want to go all the way?" (or words to that effect) and I said, "I can't - you know I'm married..."

What does that mean?

Now, how I would've gotten myself into that particular situation anyway, I have no idea. But it appears even in dreams I'm not going to go against my better judgement.

Dream Journal - 06/05/04

2004-06-05T10:49:00.000-04:00

It was very brief - Saturday morning I was laying in bed, drowsing. I was having a Disney-dream (tm) (first one of those I've had in a good while). We were riding some kind of new Muppet ride (all of us were there - my family, my parents and my wife's parents) and the ride never went anywhere, nor had any kind of theming. The little cars just kind rode around in circles out in a yard somewhere, and I remember all of us being really disappointed.

Anyway, right at the end of the dream, I remember thinking, "Hey, this can't be real - it must be a dream!" And for a brief moment I was aware I was dreaming, and looking at myself in 3rd person, standing somewhere in the park. I then woke up, and couldn't get back to sleep.

Possibly a big step for me, I suppose. Nothing can happen without the self-awareness.

I had another dream this morning (drowsing again - I think that's the secret). All I remember was my daughter running around saying she had thrown up. She had, and I went to clean it up. My wife said to give her something light to drink, but there wasn't anything - I'd have to make something! But then I remembered we had some Pedialite popsicles. There was something about the mattresses being upright, as well.

Then we were all in a giant RV being driven around somewhere. Other than the fact I noticed it was a smooth ride, that's all I remember.

Two mornings in a row - a new record :)

Dream Journal - 04/30/04

2004-04-30T09:31:00.000-04:00

I was sitting at dinner out with my wife one night, and a few tables over was sitting a bunch of people from the place I used to work. I remember getting up to go say hi, and asking a couple of them (a married couple who have since moved out of state) how they were doing.

That's all I remember at this point. Funny, it just flashed to me, and it feels like a memory from a while back, and not just a dream.

Interesting, a friend of mine who stayed with us a couple weekends ago worked at the same place just after I quit (in fact, he took over my position) so he knows all the same people. We did a Google search for them to see where any of them were today. Couldn't find either of the married couple. Maybe my subconscious was still curious.

Dream Journal - 04/29/04

2004-04-29T09:22:00.000-04:00

When I was growing up, my best friend lived down the street from me. His house was (to me) a mansion: two stories, old, kinda run down (but not trashy), interesting old barns and maids quarters on the property.

Anyway, I dreamed I was going back to his house for some reason. It was all run down and parts of the upstairs were collapsing in. I went inside, there were boxes and crates of things stacked everywhere. It was very light outside and I could see dust motes flying about. I knew I had to find something, so I poked my head into a room. In the middle of the room was (I thought, in my dream) my friend's sister - early 20's or so - and she was hanging from a noose. Still alive, not apparently in much pain. She looked at me with a scared look in her eyes. I didn't panic and pulled over a table under her feet. Her feet didn't quite reach, so I found a knife somewhere, climbed up, and cut her down. I carried her down and she was trying to recover when her mom walked in - age appropriate to when I knew her. I said, "Mrs * - how are you?" She didn't answer, and walked on by, ignoring us. Then my friend walked in (who I haven't seen since high school), and he ignored us too. Last I remember was getting ready to leave, I looked at his sister and told her to call me if she needed me - whenever, whatever.

What's strangest about this is he had three older sisters in real life, and I don't think this girl was any of them. Her face looked familiar to me, but I can't place her right now. I just thought, in the dream, that she was his sister.

Dream Journal - 04/23/04

2004-04-23T09:42:00.000-04:00

I dreamed I was with a group of people somewhere in Florida, at a resort of some kind. Not really Disney, but somewhere like that. Some of the younger people had been to a casino resort nearby and had come back with interesting reports. I was with a couple of folks and made a joke about gambling - innocuous joke, not dirty or anything - but one of my friends suddenly got sullen and withdrawn. A few minutes later somebody told me the first guy was recovering from a major gambling addiction, and the joke offended him. I tried to apologize to him, but he wouldn't listen.

Segue to the casino, we've gone to visit. (for the record, I don't gamble - I went to Vegas last spring and spent and lost about $2.00.) All I remember is sitting on some steps in a big room somewhere with tables and machines and lights flashing, and this...showgirl, well, more like a casino girl, sitting on my lap. I was naked, but not aroused for some reason. She was playing with my feet and pulling off my socks and tickling my lower legs, playfully. I felt a little embarrassed, but enjoyed it like you would a massage. (can't quite figure out how she could be sitting on my lap and be able to reach my feet while still sitting up straight. Her arms must've been 4 feet long). She was nude from the waist down as well, and I was running my hands up and down either thigh, and around the rear, just caressing.

Dream Journal - 04/21/04

2004-04-21T08:47:00.000-04:00

I dreamed I was playing softball with my church team in a very wooded park somewhere. Another team needed players so I and a girl from my team (I don't know who it was) went to theirs.

I realized I'd forgotten my batting glove, so I ran home (which somehow was about a 5 minute jog away) to get them, and on the way back it started to rain and the game was cancelled.

Several of us took shelter in a shed, and after that all I remember is telling either that girl from my team or another woman something about the movie "The Wiz".

This dream only came back to me when I was in the shower - when I first actually woke up, it was like a door had slammed shut, consciously keeping the memories from me.

Dream Journal - 04/18/04

2004-04-18T10:00:00.000-04:00

All I remember was I was walking through a kind of apartment complex, and there were people sitting and laying around in the hallways. They were all black - whatever that means, I have no idea - and my goal was to walk around them and get outside. I think I did - that's all I recall.

I don't know what would have brought that one on.