From the Dream Journal of jaynova…

1) I am some sort of security guard in a huge office building. I wear a black suit and black sunglasses, and I have an earpiece and an uzi. Suddenly, a woman, who looks a little like Charlize Theron in Aeon Flux, but with blonde hair and a white suit, swings around on a silver rope and starts shooting at me and my fellow guards. After a breif firefight, she escapes unharmed. I am also unharmed, though some of the other guards are dead.

2) I am working as an artist in a graphic design studio, along with my friend Jayson. The place looks like someone’s basement…poorly lit, dirty. There are no computers, so we have to do everything by hand. I am tasked with redesigning a sign for a comic book store. The original sign has way too many words on it and looks cluttered. There is a picture of Mary Jane Watson (possibly by Sal Buscema) on the sign.

As I am figuring out how to fix the sign without a computer, the boss, Tom from Comics Cards and Collectables comes down and greets us.

Dream Fragments

From the dream-journal of jaynova, March 1, 2008, after sleeping on 2 bottles of Blue Moon Winter’s Ale.

- In a dark basement, I have sacrificed a pig, which is dressed as a small baby (I don’t remember the actual sacrifice in the dream, but I am aware and unconcerned that I did it. The carcass of the pig is in a bed that is in another room in the basement. Later, I look into the room and notice that the carcass has been repositioned. I put on some rubber gloves and begin to clean the place up. I am afraid of whatever moved the parts, even though it must have been rats. (What the hell!?!)

-Some teenagers are making a movie. At one point, they move the camera backwards through spiderwebs that they have made out of string. This creates a cool movement effect. I commend the kids on their ingenuity. They say that they got the idea from a DIY film making website, and they give me the address. (I don’t remember the address, )

-My parents ask if I watch Conan O’Brien. I say his show sucks, and they agree. Then, I realize that I thought they meant David Letterman, and that I love Late Night with Conan O’Brien.

-I watch Joaquin Phoenix’s fist interview on David Letterman and realize that he’s always been an idiot and kind of a douche.

Another Dream

The zombie apocalypse has happened. The streets are deserted, and four friends and I are sneaking through the suburbs at night. We are looking for a vertual reality set-up for five. We find one, but it is on the bottom floor of an apartment complex, and it looks like five toilets sitting side to side, with helmets. I question the prudence of shutting off our senses while on the biottom floor of an apartment complex, as we would be sitting ducks for a zombie attack.

In Dreams…

From the dream-journal of jaynova:

Feb 12, 2009. 5:40-7:00PM (Nap)

Kelly and I go to a bar in Cleveland to watch some local bands. When I get there, I want to change out of my work clothes, so I go into a room with wood floors and brick walls to change. After I get out of my work clothes, I get extremely tired, and my limbs feel heavy. So heavy, in fact, that I can not put my other set of clothes on. Someone walks in, and I cover myself and tell them that this room is in use. Through the walls, I hear that one of the bands is not local at all, but is Murder By Death. I try to get my clothes on faster to see them, but I stumble around in a stupor. I almost colapse in fatigue, but I manage to pull myself together and get dressed before the 3rd song.

I realize that Jayson Shenk should know about this, so I try to call him, but I realize that my phone is broken. The screen has a “broken picture tube” effect: the picture on it does not fill the screen, it wobbles, and it makes a buzzing sound. I’m pissed because Jayson would have loved to see MbD.

Fast forward to the end of the show, and I run into Adam, the lead singer, who recognizes me from the show at the Grog Shop that I saw a few months ago. Before we can talk, I wake up.

Sick. Again. Blah.

Well, I just got over another one of those colds. You know the ones: you sneeze, your throat’s sore, you hallucinate all night, having visions of NaNoWriMo meetings in warehouses of moving crates while the angle of death, a man with a photocopy of Richard Nixon’s face for a head, chases people around with a chainsaw.

That’s where I was Monday night. Feverish, run-down, and possibly insane. I actually called off work, which is something I never do. I’m feeling better now, though.

I’ve really need some health insurance.

Dream wisdom

Two nights ago, I had a dream, the details of which I can not remember. However, I do remember that there was a man who gave me some advice. He said, “The way I see it, you’re born, you learn to speak, then your story begins.”

What the hell does that mean?

Weird night

I feel like I’m coming down with something. I’m not sick, per se, but I’m not well. Yesterday, I got off of work, and when I got home, I crashed. For a couple of hours. That’s weird for me, as I am hyperactive and usually have all sorts of energy. Also, when I woke up, my limbs were heavy. I actually had trouble raising my fingers.

Anyway, last night, after I went to be for the night, I had vivid dreams. Usually, I have one really vivid dream and/or hallucinate when I’m sick. Well, I had two dreams that seemed so real that they affected me when I woke up.

In the first one, I was living in some sort of shelter up in a mountain. It seems that the zombie apocalypse had happened, and humanity was basically wiped out. A few dozen of us were living in a mountain fort, trying to keep this pocket of the human race alive. One of the instructors I work with at school was in the dream, teaching the children about history and literature. Anyway, the zombies finally attacked, and I had to run through the tunnels, killing the undead so that they wouldn’t attract more of them.

When I woke up from this dream, I felt really uneasy. I was just waiting for someone to burst through my door, or to hear a collision on the expressway nearby. I just felt like something bad was going to happen. Also, I felt weak and heavy, like I had when I got off of work.

I went back to sleep, and this time, I dreamt I was on a train. This train had Wi-Fi, so I was on a laptop computer in the dining car. A fight broke out, and I got up to make sure everyone was OK. When I got back, the laptop was missing. Everyone told me I was stupid for leaving it, even if I was trying to help someone. Later in the dream, it was late at night, and everyone was trying to sleep. I kept waking people up, trying to find my laptop. Everyone I talked to, including my parents and the otter, told me that it was gone and that I should let people sleep. I insisted that, as we were on a train, the laptop had to be somewhere in the confines of the train, but no one seemed to buy that logic.

I woke up, heavy and convinced that someone had been in my appartment while I slept. Of course, no one had, but it felt like they had.

Weird.

Starship Dethklok

A couple of nights ago, I had a strange dream that’s already faded in my memory, so I only remember a little bit of it. In this dream, I was watching Star Trek. That’s weird already, because I don’t like the show in the waking world, though if it were like my dream version, I probably would like it, as you’ll see.

Anyway, the Star Trek in my dreams was a seamless blend of live action and animation. That’s cool, but the coolest bit was that the captain of the Enterprise was none other that Dethklok’s Nathan Explosion!

“Captain’s log…er…Stardate…something or other…We are…er…flying, or um….the ship, and…um…the Klingon jack offs are….messing…around….and…we’re gonna kill them…or something…”

Lucid Dreaming

I did it.

Lately, I’ve been atempting to experience lucid dreaming, where one knows that one is in a dream and therefore can control it. I’m reading a book by Stephen LaBerge on the subject, though I am only loosely following his techniques.

The other night, even though I am not following LaBerge’s techniques to the letter, I had a lucid dream.

I dreamt that I was piloting a hovertank from the cartoon Robotech: The Masters (AKA Super Dimensional Calvary Southern Cross). I realized that this was a dream because I’ve been obsessed with all things Robotech recently, so suddenly I was able to control the tank. I started to wake, but I remembered that LaBerge says that moving in a dream can keep you in it, so I accellerated and turned the hovertank sharply to the right, kicking dust and rocks up around me. Then, in the waking world, my cat started climbing on my legs. I knew what that was, too, but I fought waking for another ten seconds or so.

All told, for about 30 seconds to a minute, I was in control of my dream.

More dreams…

Meanwhile, in dreamland…

I was watching Big Chuck and Li’l John last night in my dream. They were showing a Batman movie, starring Adam West, about the citizens of Gotham disappearing in a cloud of smoke. in this movie, when the people miraculously come back, the return standing horizontally on a blank billboard. The way the hundreds of people stand forms the word “Gotham.” Anyway, upon return, some people stare down at the billboard at their feet, which they are stuck to like insects; others run in panic.

Now, I’m in Gotham. The people are panicking, and ladybugs swarm all over the place. I note that the ladybugs also disappeared with the citizens.

Next, I go home, but realize I have to be at a concert. I want to look cool, so I put on my black sunglasses and leather jacket (neither of which I own in Real Life ™ ), but can’t find hair gel.

The alarm wakes me.